Jeremy, Daniella, and Master Go Out

Jeremy awoke with his arm draped over Daniella's chest, and then he groaned as the chastity cage bit down on his burgeoning erection. Just once, he would like to awaken and feel the flesh of his cock harden against Daniella's firm buttocks, to have her stir from slumber and then mount him to ride him into the new day, to see her beautiful black hair and winning smile above him, bouncing, taking him. Just once he'd like to awaken and not be a slave, like Daniella, just to be free.

But that was not the case and never would be. In the house's other bedroom was their Master, a man named Byron who was fifteen years their senior and who had seduced Daniella into voluntary slavery on one condition: Daniella had to bring an unwitting friend. Of course the girl had chosen Jeremy, he thought: who else would have been obsessed enough with her to travel to the outer edge of human worlds, where the slave cultures flourished in their own planetary bubbles. Who else would have let their guard down out there when Daniella invited them to lick her pussy in an anonymous hotel room, who else would have been captured when she took a stun stick from under her pillow and jammed it into his neck?

So now 20-year-old Jeremy was the legal property of Master Byron, 34, and had no access to his own cock and balls save that which Byron allowed. In a very legal - for that world - register, Jeremy was listed as Byron's property, alongside Daniella, a so-called legitimate capture that meant Byron was free to collar, brand and display the boy, to punish and train him, reward and cajole him, and there was nothing anyone could do about the matter - Jeremy's estranged mother had simply taken the bribe offered by Byron, and no one else could intervene with the embassy, even if they would listen.

And thus the boy knew he was a slave. The hardest part for him was always being around the two of them, watching when they fucked, taking the spankings they both dished out to him, licking Daniella's cunt when Byron chose to reward her, always serving, always ready, always required to please. Byron had promised that when Jeremy 'broke', his life would be far more like Daniella's; until then, Jeremy was the beta-slave to Daniella's alpha.

Jeremy's collar buzzed, and he unhooked his arm from around Daniella's slumbering waist and got himself gently out of bed without waking her. With his arms behind his back, Jeremy padded naked into the next door bedroom, where his Master lay awake, already eating a breakfast he had made for himself.

"Good morning, darling," said Byron.

"Good morning, Master," replied Jeremy in an even tone.

"How's your captor this morning?"

"Sleeping peacefully, Master - did you want me to wake her?"

"Wake her with a nice breakfast for the two of you, then get her washed and do yourself too. I want you both oiled a little, then dress her in the schoolgirl outfit and have her harness you to the cart in full ponyboy regalia. You have an hour and a half until I want you to be ready to pull us up the drive - the house drones are preparing the picnic, you just need to do what I told you to. Understand?"

"Of course, Master."

"And who owns your cock and balls, slaveboy?" said Master with a sly grin.

"You own my cock and balls, Master," said Jeremy, blushing.

"Do you think today might be the day I finally let you fuck Daniella, slaveboy?" said Byron, and the grin widened.

"What Master does with Master's property is of course upto Master," replied Jeremy.

"Good answer! Keep that up and maybe one day I really will let you have a turn. Go to it, slaveboy."

"At once, Master."

Downstairs in the kitchen, Jeremy got busy making toast and slicing oranges. His cock twitched a little in its cage as images of Daniella and Byron fucking flashed through his mind, and not for the first time he had to force away the desire to watch them at it, denying to himself that he was enjoying the spectacle at all. Oh, how Daniella panted when Master took her.

Jeremy shook his head and focused on making the coffee just the way Daniella liked. He had to please her to please Master, and he had to please Master to ever be allowed any speck of freedom, any release from the chastity cage, any shot at returning to the university education he had been pursuing before. Master dangled all of these things in front of Jeremy; all the boy had to do, he was told, was obey and try his best to surrender willingly.

"Another guy owns your dick, Jeremy," said the slaveboy to himself, "you never saw that coming. Ha. And how do you react? Yes, Master, no, Master, three bags full, Master. Like a puppet on a string. Like a fucking slave... Which you are... A slave making breakfast..."

A few minutes later, with the sun now streaming in through the open window, Jeremy gently shook Daniella's shoulder to awaken her. Her eyes opened and Jeremy's heart softened towards her again: all he could see there was softness, lust, youth, a burning presence that wiped all other things away for a few moments.

"Good morning honey," said Daniella, blinking away sleep.

"Good morning to you," said Jeremy softly.

"How're you feeling today?" said Daniella.

"Rested, Daniella. You?"

"The same... How's little Jeremy doing?"

"Still imprisoned, Daniella, as you can well see."

"And you'll always have me to thank for that..."

"I brought you breakfast - Master ordered it - then we have to get ready to go out, we have about eighty minutes left."

"Plenty of time, come sit next to me and we'll eat."

Daniella made sure Jeremy's thigh touched hers when they sat in bed together and ate breakfast off the silver tray that the slaveboy had brought up. She had him drape an arm around her, then she flicked on the room's screen and called out a search for an instructional video on ponyboy training. Jeremy realised that she and Master Byron had planned the day's activities together, and so as he felt Daniella's warm flesh tempting him, she watched someone recommend the best ways to thoroughly animalise a horny slaveboy. His cock twitched and he silently cursed the cage around it.

On the bed, Daniella draped one of her legs over Jeremy's. He looked down to see her perfectly shaved pussy and her small, perky tits and her cherry red nipples and had to hold himself back from sweeping aside the tray and pinning her down. He knew Master would not approve, that the man would likely shock his balls for it and put him in a punishment regime for a few days, just as he knew it would be useless to pin down Daniella given that his dick was all locked up. Still, the thought pleased him, until it brought the customary flare of pain to his package.

"What do we have to do next?" said Daniella ten minutes later.

"We need to get washed and clean, then oil each other, then you need to get into your schoolgirl outfit, then you need to harness me and make me a ponyboy."

"Got it. Let's go run a bath and you can give me a thorough scrubbing... Today I'm going to put you in the armbinder - Master says I can now you've learned to balance in ponyboots - and then I'm going to leave you parked out on the front drive until Master and I are ready to go. We're taking aphrodisiacs, so I'll probably be inside getting fucked, but you'll be on the drive chained to the cart, where all the neighbours can see you. What do you think of that?"

Jeremy was not entirely keen on the idea, but he said instead, "Whatever you and Master want, Daniella."

"Oh good boy! Keep this up and you really might get to fuck me one day. Do you know I was going to fuck you before I captured you?"

"Huh?"

"Master said no. Come on, let's go get in the bath!"

The bath was no less of a problem for Jeremy. He got in first into the big square tub, and opened his legs so that Daniella could sit down with her back to his. Her hand went behind her back and cupped his chastity cage, then she kissed him passionately as her other hand guided his left, then his right, to her breasts to squeeze and fondle them. Jeremy yelped as the cage bit down on his hardening member.

"Poor baby," whispered Daniella.

Jeremy did not reply.

"Little J all caged up, another man's property, cock-locked and slave-registered, always on display and nowhere to hide. Poor little J, it's been a full week since it made its mess while Master fucked you. That was so, so hot, I came so hard when you begged him for a release. I mean you really begged, honey, that was heartfelt."

"I hadn't cum in fifteen days..." said Jeremy.

"Own the balls, own the boy," said Daniella, then squeezed them before finally moving her hand away. "OK, wash me now!" she said in a sing-song tone.

Jeremy did as he was told. His hands caressed Daniella's soft skin and worked soap and water across her back. Daniella wriggled and giggled as Jeremy cleaned her, and Jeremy breathed in deep lungfuls of air to keep himself calm. He was allowed to fondle his fellow slave, and on that morning he took the opportunity to squeeze her breasts and thighs while she leaned back and kissed him. Her cherry red lips tasted so good that just for a moment he forgot where they were, and then the chastity cage bit down again and he yelped.

"Poor Little J," purred Daniella.

"It hurts when I push against the cage, Daniella," said Jeremy.

"Boys should be caged. Wash me properly now, honey."

There was nothing for it but to do as he was told, so Jeremy ran a sponge all over Daniella's divine form while the girl relaxed in the hot water. She chatted to Jeremy all about how his ponyboy training was going to continue, how he would soon self-identify as part human, part human-animal, how he would be legally registered as a kind of livestock, and how Daniella planned to whip him along the streets and show him off. Jeremy nodded and tried not to engage, but Daniella talked on and on, enjoying the feeling that fantasy and reality were now one.

After the bath, Jeremy laid out the schoolgirl outfit for Daniella. It consisted of a very short plaid skirt that would float around at the top of Daniella's creamy thighs, a pair of red ruffled knickers that would draw the eye wherever the girl went, a tight white blouse over a red bra, long stripey socks and a pair of black shiny shoes that had actually come from a school uniform their Master had ordered all the way from Daniella's homeworld.

As he helped her into the little outfit, Jeremy found his body start to shake with pent up lust. Daniella made sure to keep leaning into him, letting her flesh brush against his, and she twirled around and made a show of herself as Jeremy put each piece of clothing on her. For his part, the slaveboy tried to focus on getting the clothes just how their Master would like them - slutty and scandalous - and found himself feeling hopeful that Master would like his work, that Master would approve, that Master's happiness would become Jeremy's happiness.

Daniella braided her hair to finish the outfit, then she had one of the house drones take pictures of her to upload to her slave profile. Master had told her that the data from all their world's slave profiles was uploaded to the galactic net, so anyone she had known back home who searched for her would be able to find her, and the same was true for Jeremy. Master Byron had even shown Jeremy a private message from a former schoolteacher of his - she seemed very pleased that Jeremy was now, in her words, 'all grown up' and had requested more pictures, which Master had happily provided.

A short while later, Jeremy and Daniella found themselves in the house's garage, with the big door open and early morning sunlight streaming in. Jeremy stood in front of the cart - a light two-seater with electric motor assist in the wheels, and Daniella bustled around fetching tack. Neither feared any cold air, as both their bodies had been coated with a living 'second skin' that insulated them, and each had implants dotted around inside them that could provide heat.

"Master says I can pony train you whenever I've got free time from now on - he says we might even rent you out once you're fully trained and broken, won't that be great? Those two old women down the street will just jump right on that, have you seen the way they look at you? You know, the ones with the slaveboys who are like forty years younger than them? You'd love that, wouldn't you pony? Answer me, pony..."

Jeremy whinnied and Daniella laughed in response, then she hugged Jeremy and squeezed him tight. The slaveboy stood still, in front of the, just where Daniella had ordered. He did not return the hug, not for lack of desire, but because Daniella had ordered him to stand still in front of the cart so he did not dare disobey. He flinched at the memory of the last paddling Daniella had given him, but she did not notice.

"We're going with the red harness today, and the matching plume, it'll really draw the eye as you run," said Daniella. "You like being shown off don't you, pony? Whinny sweetly for me, good pony! I think red is a cute colour for you, it really brings out your playful pony personality. Master and I don't want you turning into some arrogant stallion, we want a pretty pony for display, the kind of ponyboy I dreamed of as a girl. Now, let's harness you..."

While Jeremy moved a little this way and a little that, Daniella strapped a thick red leather harness to the boy's body. Jeremy shivered with pleasure as Daniella pulled each strap tight - something about the way the harness held him made him feel safe, constrained, guided. Like he knew who he was, where he was, and why. As Daniella buckled the harness on tight, Jeremy let go of his remaining will and surrendered to the situation.

"Good pony," said Daniella when she saw the boy's shoulders relax.

Jeremy whinnied and Daniella patted his bottom affectionately.

"Armbinder next, pony..."

The slaveboy had worn the armbinder before, so he knew what to do. He put his hands together behind his back and laced his fingers each into the other hand, loosely. Daniella wrapped a stretch bandage around his hands and then up his wrists, to protect them from rubbing, then with the armbinder loose she threaded the leather tube over the ponyboy's hands and up past his elbows.

Jeremy felt the familiar shudder of pleasure from losing control, and Daniella patted his bottom again to reassure him. As much as Jeremy had protested when he had first been enslaved, he had had to accept his new status, and that had allowed his submissive side to flourish for the first time in his life.

Daniella tightened up the armbinder, encasing Jeremy's arms and rendering him quite helpless. The slavegirl tied up the laces nice and snug, then she padlocked the armbinder in place at the top, with a flourish so that Jeremy would feel it going on. Daniella moved her hands down to the bottom of the binder, where Jeremy's hands were covered by the leather, then she padlocked the base of the tube to a harness strap just above Jeremy's bottom.

"Let's put your pretty pony boots on next - the red ones to match the harness," said Daniella, and Jeremy whinnied his assent.

Once in the boots, Jeremy stood several inches taller. He clipped and clopped the hoofboots on the garage's concrete floor to get his feet seated properly, and he felt a surge from his chastity cage as Daniella clapped with glee. What she wanted, he wanted, more and more, and to be the object of her obvious and fierce desires pleased him greatly.

"Bit, bridle and reins, then we'll attach you to the cart and take you out onto the road."

Five minutes later, Master Byron sauntered out of the house and found Daniella photographing the ponyboy using a floating camera drone. Byron walked up to Jeremy, reached down and pressed his thumbprint into the sensor that locked and unlocked Jeremy's chastity cage. The metal contraption fell into Byron's palm, then Byron pocketed it. He took Jeremy's cock in a hand and started to gently stroke it, and did not stop until the ponyboy's shaft was long and hard.

"You let him out, Master, oh he looks so happy to be freed. Are you going to let him cum now, Master?" said Daniella.

"Not at all, babygirl, not yet, he has to earn it today with eager obedience. I want him to show himself off and enjoy it, really let go and become a pony today - he might get to cum if he does that. Speaking of which - did you take your aphrodisiac, babygirl?" said Byron.

"As ordered, Master."

"Are the brakes on?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Join me in the bedroom then..."

Sounds floated down from the open front window of the master bedroom. Jeremy stood stock still in the street, harnessed to the cart, and listened to the squeals and gasps from the house as Master fucked Daniella for all she was worth. Jeremy just stood, waiting. The sun beat down on his skin and he drooled a little around the bit in his mouth, but he could do nothing else except wait and listen.

He yearned to be inside Daniella, but inside he was on display to the whole street, and several anonymous camera drones floated past and snapped pictures as he stood straight and still. Daniella's orgasm sound reached his ears a while later, and Jeremy felt a pang of jealousy that she should get to cum so often and he so rarely. He knew that to get as much pleasure as Daniella he had to surrender as much as her, and he resented the knowledge even as his lust forced him to promise that he would make himself into the most submissive slave he could be.

When the sounds had passed, two of the neighbours left their house and walked over to the pony to inspect him. Jeremy recognised Mistress Lia and Mistress Hazel, two lean women in their sixties, and when they were within a few metres of him, he bowed his head in supplication and they acknowledge the gesture.

"I do like a ponyboy all dressed up," said Lia, with a grin.

"Especially one whose lovely cute pony cock is nice and hard for us," said Hazel.

"That'll be because pony here loves being shown off so much, don't you pony?" said Lia.

Jeremy whinnied sweetly for them.

"Such a beautiful pony out here in the nice sunlight. Red really brings out the playful slutty side to him, doesn't it?" said Hazel.

"This boy's a natural slut if I ever met one..."

"Couldn't agree more - do you think Byron would let us borrow him?"

"We can only hope, my love, maybe we could even tie some ribbons in his hair have him high step around in the field."

"And a nice red ribbon around that too, my love."

"Oh you are naughty, my love."

"Well, carry on, ponyboy - I hope to see you prettying up the area more often..."

Laughing, the two mistresses walked off, out of sight of Jeremy who had to face forward and wait. He knew they liked men who were nice and young, 18, 19, 20 like Jeremy, and had no doubt that the women would soon get their wish to borrow the boy in pony-mode. Master Byron freely gave out favours from both of his slaves, and Jeremy was certain he would be lent out the moment the women messaged Byron to ask.

Half an hour later, Byron and Daniella finally emerged from the house, with the picnic basket and blankets in their arms. Each of them loaded up the cart, then they kissed Jeremy on the cheek to greet him and climbed up into the cart's front seats. The ponyboy felt their weight settle against the cart's suspension, then he shuffled his feet and tried to get ready for the off.

"You drive, Daniella," said Master Byron.

Daniella squealed in delight, then Jeremy felt the whisper of her whip across his shoulders as Daniella tested out the length and practised a few strokes. Short months ago he had followed her on a lust-driven trip across the galaxy, hoping to be with her, and now he knew he had to live with getting far more than he had ever wished for.

"Away, pony," cried Daniella.

A sharp shock of pain hit Jeremy's shoulders, not especially hard, but enough to make him cry out. To answer it, he pushed off and moved the cart forward. The reins around his head led back to Daniella's hands, and Jeremy felt her steer him ever so slightly out away from the kerb. He turned a little and got the cart into clear space, then he trotted forward at an easy walk.

"He's very good at being an animal, Master," said Daniella, "He responds without thinking at all."

"He's a natural pony, Daniella, his psych assessment said as much. I always wanted a pony, you know - and you, my good girl, brought me a very fine one."

"Thank you, Master."

"Now, take us to the picnic spot, nice and easy, it's only three miles and we have lots of time. Don't tire the pony out unduly."

"Yes, Master!"

Jeremy felt the whip again, and he neighed his response to Daniella. He had seen pictures of himself carted and ponified, he knew how he looked, that he would be seen as an animal, not a person, treated as an animal, and would serve as an animal at his Master's pleasure whenever it suited his Master. It was sinking in more and more: Jeremy was part animal. He was not being made to perform like an animal, rather he was releasing the animal inside of him.

He felt his cock harden at the thought. With graceful high steps, he pulled the cart along the quiet streets as Daniella steered him out of the city. They were passed by a cart pulled by four white ponygirls, all redheads, driven by their black mistress, then by another pulled at high speed by a black muscle-boy, with his slim Asian master whipping him on ever faster. Daniella made no attempt to chase, she just gently coaxed Jeremy along and let him feel the experience in his bones without worrying about balance and speed.

On and on he trotted. He kept up the high steps to please his owner and his controller, and he drew many wolf whistles from passing groundcars, and not a few passes from camera drones. All the photos would include a scan of his identity chip and be automatically associated with his slave profile, and Jeremy wondered idly how many people on this world and others would one day look him up and get off at the sight, then he remembered Master mentioning Jeremy's former teacher getting in touch, and he pictured the prim strict woman fingering herself, then he blushed. The only 'choice' Jeremy even had was to keep getting even better at displaying himself.

By and by, they reached their destination: a picnic spot with a few trees, a wide field, and a little babbling brook. Enough space to play but small enough to feel private and cosy. Master threw up three camera drones into the air and told them to follow Jeremy around, livestreaming his ponyboy experience to anyone who cared to watch - an occasional ding from the drones announced someone tuning in.

Daniella unhitched Jeremy, then she removed the armbinder and replaced it with hoof mitts, then bound Jeremy's wrists on a short chain to the front of his harness. Jeremy was made to kneel, then Daniella climbed onto his shoulders and had him rise to lift her. She was a light, slim girl, and Jeremy had been taking strength enhancers to help him become a pony: he lifted her easily.

"Master's going to read a while, and I get to ride you round the field. Giddyup, pony!" cried Daniella.

Jeremy's cock hardened as he felt Daniella's ruffled knickers against his neck. He could feel her wetness through them, yearned to taste it, to fuck it even, but instead he went where he was steered and started to run Daniella around the field in quick laps. Above him the slavegirl squealed with delight, and Jeremy grinned around the bit gag, for pleasing his rider bypassed his conscious mind and lit up his animal self with obedient pleasure.

Master watched them from the picnic blanket. He was proud of both his pieces of property: of Daniella for enslaving herself willingly, of Jeremy for breaking quickly into a fine human slave and an even finer human-animal one. He watched them as they lapped the field, and saw how Jeremy smiled through the bit gag, heard Daniella's high tinkling laugh carry across the air, and saw how they moved together, rider and horse.

Master knew he was too heavy to ride Jeremy unassisted, even if he enhanced the boy's strength with drugs and training: he would only ever be able to ride him using a powered exoskeleton attached to the boy's body. He toyed with the thought as he watched the two slaves cavorting, and decided to hold off for now. Jeremy pulling a cart was more than enough for Master, for the time being.

Daniella squealed as Jeremy made fast laps of the field beneath her. She looked down at herself and admired the view, especially the way her schoolgirl outfit held her juicy breasts up and made them jiggle as the ponyboy ran beneath her. 'The ponyboy', she thought, then reflected how quickly she had ceased to think of Jeremy as fully human since she tricked him into slavery. She knew their legal status was the same, but somehow she also knew that she was more powerful than him, in a world where power was the only real currency, and her pussy grew wetter as she felt the power surge through her.

Jeremy, for his part, yearned to be allowed a release. He was a slave now and knew that releases would only come if a superior allowed them, and while that rankled somewhere inside his soul, he felt a great rightness every time he said 'Master'. Part of him fought still, but mostly he had broken to another man's control, and to the delegated authority that Daniella exercised every moment she was with him.

"Make some noise, ponyboy!" squealed Daniella, laughing.

A whinny escaped Jeremy's lips unbidden, then another. Master clapped and Daniella squeezed Jeremy's neck with her creamy thighs, and Jeremy felt the praise hit somewhere deep inside him. He sped up and whinnied with delight as Daniella bounced around above him, and sweat began to drip off Jeremy's back as he pushed himself to perform for his owner and the slavegirl who controlled him.

"Good pony!" cried Daniella.

"That's it, ponyboy, that's it, good pony!" yelled Master.

Beneath his rider, Jeremy drank in the praise. Fuck it, he realised: he had to let them break him utterly and completely, to let them deep inside his mind and reshape it. There was no escape from that world, no chance of a change in status or circumstance. He was a slave for life and that was that, so he'd be a happier slave if he did exactly as he was told and admitted how much he loved it. How much, perhaps, he loved them.

By and by, Master called a halt to the laps. Jeremy ran up to his owner with Daniella still on his shoulders and presented himself to the man. Jeremy waited. Master looked over his posture, looked over his glowing skin and the red harness that was all Jeremy wore. Master flicked Jeremys cock and laughed with good nature as Jeremy whinnied in return, then Master made a decision.

"Daniella, dismount, then put your hands on that tree and take up position to be fucked. Our fine animal here has earned a reward, and your pussy is it. Go to it, slavegirl. Jeremy, let me take your reins so you know who's in charge while you use my property," said Master.

Jeremy, trembling, knelt and felt Daniella dismount. He watched as she shimmied out of her knickers, then he rose when Master clicked his fingers. Daniella swayed her hips as she walked over to the tree Master had pointed out, then she leaned forward from her hips with her legs planted wide apart, and the breeze lifted her skirt to reveal her bare and shimmering smooth pussy beneath it.

The ponyboy whinnied and whined his desire, and so Master took his reins and led him slowly towards Daniella. Master grabbed Jeremy's hard cock and squeezed it, which made the ponyboy whinny fiercely and shudder. Like that, they reached Daniella, and Master wasted no time. He guided Jeremy's cock to the slavegirl's waiting cunt, then he slapped the ponyboy on the arse and pushed him inside the girl.

Jeremy neighed out his triumph, then began to fuck Daniella with long fast strokes. He did not wish to hold back, to delay the moment, just to get deep inside Daniella and really take what he wanted. He thought that ponyboys were not meant to hold back when ordered, so he did not hold back, and his body told him that this was the right way to obey. Master slapped Jeremy's arse to encourage the boy, and so the slave fucked Daniella harder still.

"Just think, ponyboy, for the rest of your natural life people are going to see you pulling my cart and know you as my property. Not Jeremy but slave Jeremy, property of Byron. Always me first, you second, always. This is who - what - you were meant to be, Jeremy. Mine, utterly mine. Enjoy Daniella's cunt, Jeremy, it will be a rare treat for you - but don't hold back. Ponies are animals and do not fuck gently," said Master.

For his part, Jeremy barely heard the words. He was lost in his slave mind, fucking Daniella with everything he had while the slavegirl panted and moaned. Jeremy thrust inside Daniella harder and harder, and the tree that the slavegirl leaned against began to shake with the force of Jeremy's passion. Master kept a tight hold on Jeremy's reins and slapped the ponyboy's delectably taut arse again, to keep the fire up in Jeremy's belly.

This is how ponyboys fuck, thought Jeremy: when they are told to, where they are told to, with all the force they can muster. Jeremy had gained a lot of strength since his enslavement, and Daniella had to use a lot of hers to resist the sheer animal passion that hit her every time Jeremy thrust himself inside her.

Jeremy's head buzzed and his body fizzed. He rammed his cock deep into Daniella and exulted in the feeling of finally being allowed to fuck. He knew it would be a rare treat, and somehow that made every moment of it more intense. He fucked on and on, and as the bright sun made his skin glow, inched closer and closer to his climax.

"Good ponyboy! Good show!" said Master.

Another whinny left Jeremy's throat without conscious bidding. He kept on fucking Daniella, kept on taking what he could get from his Master's reward, and then he felt an orgasm build from somewhere deep down in his bones. It surged up and knocked the breath from Jeremy's lungs, then his cock pulsed and he fucked and fucked through wave after wave of intense pleasure.

"Oh, he's cumming Master," said Daniella.

"Good job, ponyboy!" said Master.

Master let Jeremy finish: the boy carried on fucking Daniella for another ninety seconds, until he was utterly spent and his flaccid cock slipped out of her pussy. Daniella turned, embraced Jeremy, then kissed him. As Jeremy kissed back, he felt Master urge him forward, and then Daniella guided Jeremy's hoof mitts to the tree's bark, and Master gently kicked the boy's legs wider.

"My turn," said Master from behind Jeremy.

Moments later, Jeremy's owner penetrated the ponyboy. Jeremy whinnied and neighed, shuffling, and Daniella stayed alongside to keep the boy in place. It was not the first time either of them had taken his arse, but somehow it felt more special this time, more like he'd earned it instead of having it imposed on him.

"My beautiful fuckable ponyboy!" cried Master.

Another whinny of thanks, and then Master fucked Jeremy harder still. Every time Master thrust inside his human-animal, the ponyboy felt a little more owned and a little more at home in his new life. He whinnied as Master took him, and savoured the way he felt so opened up by Master, so filled, and somehow so made whole.

Jeremy was shocked to realise that he had nothing but gratitude in his heart for his Master in that moment. This man had stripped him of freedom and dignity and now all that was left was a simpering and obedient slaveboy who apparently yearned for cock to fill him up. Jeremy searched his feelings, but each thrust of his Master's cock just confirmed them: he was a slave, utterly and completely, and he loved it.