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Part 4

Midnight Rambler

Comments and constructive criticism are encouraged. Thanks to wolf_lover for help proof reading this story, he has been a great help.

Bouki and I woke early the next morning with my arms still around his neck. I kissed him good morning and we got up. I gave him some sweet feed for breakfast and went into the house and made myself some oatmeal for breakfast. I watched the news and read the paper to catch up with what was going on in the world. I wanted to give Bouki time to digest his breakfast before we started working on his new lesson. After an hour I went back out to the barn.

I led Bouki over to the tack area. I saddled him and put his bridle on, then led him out into the yard.

"Bouki, this is the last day of my long weekend. Unfortunately I am going to have to go back to work, at least until I can figure out a way that we can work together. We are going to learn some new things. For the first one I want you to crouch down on your belly."

Bouki folded like a cheap suit and hit the ground with his tail in the air. "Ready Master," he said as his cute little pucker winked at me.

"You are insatiable. No that's not what we are doing." He shot me a major look of disappointment. "Now it is time for work, if you do a good job I promise I'll reward you later. One of the things Alexander's Boukephalos was known for was that he would crouch down for Alexander to get on his back then stand up instead of making Alexander mount him in a standing position. Do you think you could do that for me, or are you too proud for that?" I teased.

"I can do it!"

I stepped over him, sat in the saddle and grabbed the reins. "OK, let's go."

He smoothly got to his feet. I adjusted my feet in the stirrups and lightly dug my heels into his ribs and we were off for a ride around the pasture. We were soon moving like a team again, seamlessly and in unison. It was exhilarating; we were both having a great time. After a 15 minute session, of cutting imaginary cows, we pulled up to the gate. I told Bouki that I needed to get down. He slowly eased himself down so I could step out of the saddle.

I went out, grabbed two landscaping timbers, brought them into the pasture and placed them parallel, about 5 feet apart. Bouki looked with puzzlement from his prone position. I mounted back up and told Bouki, "Today, you are going to start learning how to jump."

"I know how to jump, I'm not stupid Master."

"I know you're not stupid, you're going to learn how to jump with a rider on your back. I need you to know how to jump with me riding you. When you learn how to jump the fence with me on your back, I promise you a big surprise. What I want you to do is just jump over the two boards." Bouki galloped to the timbers and carefully jumped them. I let him jump about 5 times then I made the jump about 8 feet wide. He cleared that easily. I got down and got two cinder blocks and another land scape timber. I put the cinder blocks on their end between the two timbers and placed the third timber on top of them. This meant that the jump was 8 feet wide and 20 inches high in the center. Bouki cleared this easily, we did this a half a dozen times with no close calls. I then rode him a couple of times around the pasture slowly to cool him down. I didn't want to work him too hard at a new motion. I wanted him to work into jumping slowly.

We trotted to the barn and Bouki crouched down for me to dismount. I removed his tack and started to rub him down. He moaned every time I hit a sweet spot and soon I had all the knots massaged out of his sexy muscular body. It was now time to hose him down. I stripped out of my clothes, I then started hosing him down with lukewarm water to get the salt and sweat off of him. I put a very dilute shampoo in his coat and rinsed it out. It was becoming a ritual, he knew what was next. He dropped that huge love muscle, eager for me to clean it.

"The little pony is getting cocky, who said I wanted to see that little thing now?" I asked.

Bouki apologized, "I'm sorry Master, but you always do that next. I shouldn't have assumed...."

"Well you assumed right. Of course I want to see that big piece of stallion meat as often as I can. It is so hot and sexy," I said as I washed it off. As I finished rinsing it I said, "Not to mention tasty." I then took his head into my mouth and started to work him over. "I'm glad when you are a good boy. That way I can pretend I am rewarding you, instead of taking what I want."

"It's shameless how you take advantage of a poor, helpless, naive colt." he giggled.

"That's right and I intend to get plenty of colt cream out of this."

I jerked up and down on his shaft as I bathed his domed head with my tongue. I was rewarded with a mouthful of precum. I swallowed some and used the rest to lube his shaft. The room was already flooded with the heady smell of sex. My little boy seemed to have a potent brew of pheromones, because the smell was making me hornier by the second. It's funny, I didn't remember being able to smell it so clearly before. There was a little left and I used it to lube my own shaft. It seemed like it was still growing, it was at least 8 inches now and the foreskin was getting more pronounced. I got up and and grabbed my weight bench from the corner of the barn. I put it under Bouki and lay on my back on it, right where I had perfect access to the head of Bouki's huge dick. We were in 69 position and Bouki got the idea quickly. He dove for my cock and immediately took it in his warm velvety mouth.

"I want to see how still you can be and still cum." Since I couldn't fit his whole head in my mouth I concentrated on his urethral process, sucking on it and massaging it with my tongue while I stroked his shaft with both hands. I could tell it was a real struggle for him not to give in and start thrusting. I was amazed at how much self control he was developing. He shot one or two more bursts of precum, then he tensed and unleashed the first salvo of that delicious colt cream. I nursed the first shot out of him, but I had to swallow or drown. The rest shot straight onto my chest all the way down to my groin. I thought Bouki was trying to suck my balls up through my cock. That was enough for me to bust my nut, and unlike me, Bouki didn't miss a drop. Although that was an unfair competition, a man shoots a couple of teaspoons while a stud stallion shoots a pint or more, and it shoots out like a fire hose.

We caught our breath, then we moved over to the blanket.

"Bouki, I need to go back to work this evening, so we need to get some sleep. I'm hoping we can get you trained to jump the fence by the time my seven days of midnight shift are over.

We worked on jumping every morning when I came home from work, and after our daily session we went through the same routine; rub down, bath, HOT SEX. By the time my last day of midnight shift was over Bouki was able to clear a five foot fence. After our short training session we went through our usual ritual. But when we got to the part where Bouki dropped his member I just washed it. He was shocked.

"Master, I thought I was good today, what did I do wrong?"

I went up and kissed his nose, and said, "You were great today, you aren't being punished. In fact I plan on rewarding you. I have a big surprise for you tonight; I want you to have a full load ready for tonight."

"What are we doing?"

"'We' aren't doing anything, it's what €˜you' will be doing. I'm not saying anything else, it would ruin the surprise."

No matter how much he begged and pleaded, I wouldn't let him in on my plans. In many ways he was like a child. He was sweet, naive, impulsive and loving. Like a child he also was prone to hero worship. Just like a 5 year old thinks his father is the greatest man in the world, Bouki thought his Master was perfect. I hoped that would never change. But unlike a child he was a completely mature powerful sexual creature, an Alpha stallion saturated with testosterone. Self control is usually not a quality common to stallions, especially such an alpha stallion. I was amazed that he had been able to control those urges so far. He needed an outlet for this side of him, and I was eager to provide it for him.

Instead of a sexual romp, we had a little quiet romantic time. While he lay with his head on my lap, I rubbed his ears and told him how special I thought he was and how much I loved him. He looked up at me with that worshipful stare. It warmed my heart, I could ask for nothing greater than the relationship we had.

At noon we ate lunch and went to bed. I had been sleeping on the floor with him ever since he had changed. Even though the floor was uncomfortable, I didn't want to be away from him any more than I needed to be. We got up at nine in the evening. I had a bite to eat and gave Bouki a pint of sweet feed. I told him I wanted him to eat light because of what we were going to do this evening. I packed up a back pack with a couple of rolls of vet wrap and one squeeze bottle of an antiseptic rinse and one of plain water.

"Master, what are we going to do?"

"I'm not going to ruin the surprise. we aren't going until midnight anyway so just relax and save up your strength." I was enjoying keeping him in suspense, like a kid on Christmas Eve.

At around 11:45 I saddled him up, and led him out of the barn. It was a beautiful cloudless night with a nearly full moon. That was great, there would be enough light to see without a flash light. I would rather we didn't draw attention to us. We went out the gate and down the road, Bouki was cantering in excitement as we rode. We rode down the road with all the big ranches on it. Most of the horses at these ranches were just kept in the pasture all the time. In Florida a lot of cattle and horses don't have shelter, they just stay out in the weather like in the wild. Bouki was whinnying again showing off like he usually did, which attracted all the horses in the first pasture. Two or three of these mares came to the fence and trumpeted back at him, these were the ones in heat. I turned Bouki toward the fence.

"Do you think you can jump this fence?"

He looked back at me grinning, "Of course I can." And with that he took off and cleared it with room to spare. I rode him to an area where the view from the road was blocked by trees and brush. All the horses followed, but the 3 mares in heat followed closely, flirting with him. They were desperate; here was the first stallion they had been around in years. Not only was he a stallion, he was a wet dream of an alpha stallion, one any mare would dream of carrying his foal.

"I need to dismount." Bouki dropped to the ground so I could get off. "Stand up." As he stood up I noticed that he was hard already from the hormones the mares were emitting. While I was taking off his saddle, the three mares were standing in front of him, tails in the air, winking their vulvae at him. I was proud of his self control; no other stallion would have waited so patiently while I did my work.

When I got all of his gear off, I said. "Well, here's some poontang for my mustang." He groaned at my joke. "Let me know the order of your preference of these ladies."

"Master, are you sure you won't be jealous that I am having sex with someone else?"

"Hell no! You are breeding them, not making love to them. That's a Stud's job. I want to see my little boy sire as many foals as possible. I'll only be disappointed if you can't knock up all three of them. Do you think you are enough of a stud to knock up all three of them in one night?" He was bordering on losing control but through great effort he held on.

"Just watch me." he said then trumpeted and snorted like a typical alpha stallion on the make.

He went over to the first mare, who lifted her tail straight up in the air, winked her vulva at him and whinnied loudly at him. He sniffed her vulva then licked it. She let loose a stream of urine. Bouki took a little in his mouth and performed flehmen;testing her urine for the hormones and pheromones. He then tested the other two and came back to me.

"They are all ready; if I breed them I will get them all in foal. The chestnut mare is in one of her first seasons, she is definitely a virgin. She makes me the most excited. The bay and the paint are probably also virgins but I can't be sure."

"Which one makes you most excited?"

"The chestnut, then the paint followed by the bay."

"I think you should breed them in reverse order. That way, when you are trying to squeeze off the last shot, you will have more incentive." I went over to the bay, who lifted her tail when I touched her. I wrapped her tail with vet wrap, to keep her hair out of the way. I left about ten strands out of the wrap so I could hold on to them to pull her tail out of the way when Bouki bred her. I then washed her vulva with antiseptic and then rinsed it with water. "OK big guy, time to show me if you are a stallion or a gelding."

"Oh Yeah. Watch this!"

He nuzzled her vulva which caused her tail to shoot up and over to the side. I grabbed the hairs I had left unwrapped and pulled it to the side. "Do you care it if I guide you in? That would make me feel more a part of the breeding."

"Master, you know you don't have to ask. I belong to you, you own every part of me. But besides that I would enjoy it."

He mounted the mare and I did my best to guide him in before his head got too domed for easy penetration. Without much problem he hit the mark. He took one exploratory thrust to make sure he was in, then all hell broke lose. On the second stroke he hilted himself. On nearly every other thrust he launched himself off of the ground driving that huge horse cock home. Rough. Brutal. Dominant. The way an alpha stallion breeds a mare. What a mare is looking for, to convince her that she is getting the most dominant virile sire for her foal. This mare was in heaven, begging her stud for his precious life giving seed. I still had my hand part way around his shaft, letting it slide through my fingers. I was part of the most primal act there was; an alpha male passing his genes on to the next generation. I was sure his dick head had domed up to its full size, stretching her cervix open on each thrust. Readying it to receive the life giving semen that was going to shoot straight into her womb. You could see her tremble as she orgasmed again and again, readying her womb to receive the seed she so desired. Their bodies were synchronizing, reading for the climax that would bring about the next generation. Bouki was completely lost in lust now, grunting and snorting with each powerful thrust. Finally I felt his semen pulsing through his urethra under my fingers. His balls slammed up against his body and his tail started flagging, a sure sign that he was ejaculating into his mare. All three of us knew she would conceive from this breeding. To my shock the excitement of the moment had caused me to blow my load without even touching myself.

After shooting his huge load into the grateful mare for about half a minute he dismounted. His still semi erect member pulled out with an audible pop when that huge domed head pulled free. About a cup of semen poured out, just a small portion of what he dumped into her. She was content but exhausted as I removed the vet wrap from her tail.

"Well you tell me, am I a gelding or a stallion?" Bouki asked with pride.

"Dude, THAT was awesome, you are even more of a stud than I imagined and I had high expectations. When it comes to sexual prowess, you are my hero! The whole time you were hammering her I was wishing I was her. She will never forget that stud service as long as she lives."

We rested while the two other mares tried to entice Bouki to breed them.

"Let me know when you are ready."

"I should be able to go again in about 10 minutes."

He was true to his word and started sporting wood in about 10 minutes. I went and prepped the paint mare. I then stroked her vulva, she opened it wide. I worked a couple of fingers in, soon I was in up to my wrist. She was sopping wet, I gave her the old in and out a couple of times with my hand, to get her prepared for his huge cock..

"There I've got her warmed up for you."

Bouki was almost wild eyed, the fact that someone else was in one of his mares really had him going. The mating instinct of a wild horse had taken him over completely. He leaped up, and before I could grab him to help him in, he had hit the hole and buried himself balls deep in one thrust. She let out a squeal of pain but she didn't move. He had torn her a bit, she was bleeding slightly, but that turned her on even more. He thrust savagely in and out of her, the intensity of the mating was almost frightening. His big balls smacked against her on each thrust, as they readied themselves to deliver the big load that would plant his foal in her womb. He was trumpeting loudly as he built toward his climax, the mare was trying her best to hold up under this assault. She was desperate to take the foal of this incredibly alpha stallion. He continued to thrust savagely into her, that huge domed head had spread her cervix open. On every thrust his urethral process penetrated her cervix, when he climaxed he would shoot his seed directly into her womb. With one final thrust he seated himself at the entrance to her womb, and flooded it with stallion cum, as he screamed triumphantly. His tail flagged with each gusher of semen he pumped into her womb. After he finished he dismounted, his semi erect member pulled out with an audible plop. Surprisingly little semen leaked out, nearly all had shot directly into her womb.

Bouki was still trying to catch is breath. I went up to his head and rubbed his ears. He grinned sheepishly at me. "Sorry Master, my instinct to sire foals got the better of me. Seeing your hand in her got me jealous, I should never be jealous of my Master."

"Hey it got your motor running so you could get her bred. I don't care if you get jealous as long as you keep enough self control so you don't physically harm me. Besides that was even hotter than the first one."

"I won't be able to go again for at least half an hour."

I sat down on a fallen cypress stump. "Crouch down here and lay your head on my lap." He complied and I stroked his head and rubbed his ears to help him relax. "You are doing great! Those mares are knocked up for sure, they didn't have a chance. "

"They wanted it even more than I did, they have been waiting for a stallion for a long time. I've been getting plenty of sex." he said as he smiled at me.

About half an hour passed and Bouki got up. As I prepped the last mare, he went over and tested her. She let out a stream of urine, which Bouki tested and preformed flehmen, savoring the heady cocktail of hormones and pheromones. He dropped his cock and started to get an erection, but he couldn't get it all the way up.

"I think I got too carried away with the last one. I'm not sure I can get it up again. " he said sheepishly.

I had an idea. "Well if you aren't stallion enough, I think I know someone who is," I said teasingly as I stepped out of my jeans and briefs. I was hard as a rock. I had grown another inch since last week, I was now packing 9 thick, uncut inches and my nuts were almost 3 times as big as they used to be. I backed her up to the stump so I could stand on it and reach her snatch. "I guess I'll be the one to take her cherry," I said as I peeled back my foreskin and guided myself into her eager pussy. I buried it in one thrust. I must have also gotten Bouki's interest in mares when we got struck by lightning because I wanted to breed her so bad. I started thrusting into her wildly. I grabbed her hips and slammed into her again and again. I could feel her clamp down on me and try to milk the seed out of me. To my surprise I realized I was snorting and grunting like a stallion with each savage thrust. Like a stallion I lasted less than a minute before I shot a huge load into her. She whinnied as she felt my seed flood her vagina.

I looked over at Bouki and he was hard as a rock eager for his turn. He was about to mount her when he stopped suddenly and sniffed my semen as it dribbled out of her. He licked it and performed flehmen to test the scent. I couldn't figure out why at the time. When he finished, he mounted and I guided him in. Since she was lubed with my semen he was able to drive it home easily. He started to thrust vigorously, much to the young mares delight. He grunted and snorted, driving himself home again and again. I kept waiting for him to cum, he appeared to be trying to, but he couldn't seem to manage it. I knew he couldn't last much longer, if he couldn't cum he would have to dismount. I got behind him, worked my hand into his ass and massaged his prostate. Within seconds he cried out "You're mine!" and blew a big load into her. He must have squeezed every last drop out of his balls. With each jet of semen he shot his sphincter clamped on my arm and his tail flagged against me. After he finished he rested on top of her exhausted, instead of dismounting. Finally, he dismounted and withdrew from the mare.

We rested for a while, me sitting on the log, Bouki laying down and resting his head on my lap. I rubbed his ears for a while, then he got shakily to his feet. I put his saddle and bridle on him and we started tor home. It was everything he could do to clear the fence. As we rode home there was none of the exuberance in Bouki that he usually showed when he carried me. He was tired but happy, those mares had worn him out. I wasn't too perky myself. We went through our ritual of rub down and bath, but when it was time to wash his member that was all we did, neither of us could get it up. We went over to the blanket and laid down, face to face. I kissed his nose and he smiled.

"Thank you for the wonderful surprise Master. That made me feel like a real stallion again. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade being your boy toy for anything, but it was good to be dominant over something again."

"Bouki, it is such a turn on to see how dominant you can be. The more dominant you are over others, the more it strokes my ego that you submit totally to me. I love you to be dominant over everything except me. Just think in about a year you will have three new children."

"I think it will only be two."

"I think you put plenty of semen in all three of them."

"Yes, but I think you bred the last one."

"I fucked her pretty good but human sperm can't knock up a mare."

"I know Master. When a stallion sniffs a mare he can tell if it is his semen or another stallions. When I sniffed your semen, as it leaked out of her, I smelled human semen and I smelled horse semen. It smelled like mine in fact. With the way you have been growing, are you sure you aren't producing both?"

"I don't know, I guess we can do a lot of experimenting to figure it out. That ought to

be fun!"

We both looked at each other with knowing smiles, then drifted off to sleep.