The Predator Pt. 03

Some of my more lucrative contracts come from those with fetishes that have practical issues. For example, I've been contacted more than once by a male that wanted to be castrated. Not everyone wants to participate in that kind of BDSM, including me.

But where I think I can help and the money is right, I'll consider just about anything. One case that's worth telling about is the young male that contacted me about a year ago. He has an intense fetish about being objectified. He identifies as "object" and has no interest in sex (asexual). He gets turned on by being reduced to a piece of furniture.

That may not be so terribly unusual for a fetish but this young man wanted me to permanently make him into furniture and sell him. And he contacted me with that proposal. I immediately saw the practical limitations to his desire but decided to discuss it with him anyhow.

First in my discussions with any prospective client for a special job is money: how much and how do I get paid. He said he would pay all expenses and then I could have the money from the sale.

His ideal was to be turned into a shelf, permanently and forever. My carpentry skills are limited but I thought that was something I could manage. But turning a human into an inanimate object has some severe practical limitations, which I pointed out to him.

The main ones are that a human has to be fed and has to have waste removed. And lack of movement would cause the muscles to atrophy and issues with blood clots and probably premature death. No one wants a shelf that has to be treated like a baby. And the titillation value is minimal. And then there is the issue of selling a shelf. It has to be dismounted, packaged, and remounted. Lots of complications and no real marketplace for a human shelf. Since I wouldn't get paid if I didn't sell him, this was not a viable plan.

I thought about making him into a coffee table or a floor lamp. These were things that I could easily construct but the only problem they solved was that they were portable and didn't have to be installed. But when does someone use a human table or lamp? Probably only at BDSM parties for the conversation value.

The client's desire was to be inanimate but I was pretty sure I would never be able to sell him and probably could not give him away. For a long term purchase, I felt there had to be some lasting value to the buyer.

Then I thought about transforming him into an animal. Everyone knows that animals have to be fed and they piss and shit. And humans keep animals because they provide value. So what kind of value could a human male provide as an animal?

I thought of several options but kept coming back to equine: horse or pony. The typical pony fetish is where the human wears tack like a pony and adopts all of the mannerisms and gestures of a pony. They pull carts and perform in an arena.

The client, named Elliot, was a slim male, asexual, and an anal virgin. I thought some gay Dom male or Domme might enjoy training him as a "pony with benefits". But some sadist might like him more as a workhorse, made to pull a plow in the hot sun. Both of these seemed to have possibilities for marketing.

But the reality remained that whoever "purchased" him would be taking on a lifetime expense. In places where slavery is real and legal, this was viable but not in the US where actually enslaving someone is not legally possible. So the possibility of someone actually paying money was still remote, even as a pony.

In fact, the reverse was probably true. Someone might have enough of a fetish for a human pony to take on the lifetime expense if he or she were paid to do it. Obviously I would have to be compensated in a different way than a purchase price.

An animal has no possessions. The same should be true for a human animal. I decided that I would have to get all of the Elliot's assets, pay for his expenses while I was trying to find someone to acquire him, pay the "buyer" and then keep the rest. Obviously it would be in my best interests to unload Elliot as cheaply as possible.

I decided to make a proposal to Elliot. From his assets, I would take charge of transforming him into a horse, at his expense. I would find a place to board him and a trainer. I would photograph him and place ads. I would vet prospective owners and broker the sale. I proposed it as take it or leave it because I had spent enough time on the concept already.

As expected Elliot wasn't interested. He really wanted to be a shelf and had little interest in being an animal. And I'm not sure he had realized he would be giving up all of his possessions to do this although that was obvious to me. So that was the end of that discussion, or so I thought.

Several months later, Elliot contacted me again. As I expected, he had had no luck at all finding anyone to transform and sell him as a shelf or any piece of furniture for that matter. He had thought about being an animal and decided that was better than nothing and he wanted to know how I would proceed.

I told him that once I had lined up the place to board and train him, I would want him to sign a power of attorney at that time and give me the passwords to all of his online accounts. He would have to sell everything and turn it into cash. Once all of that was done, he would be delivered to the boarding facility and I would start the process of finding someone to own him. I was motivated to do this because every month that he was waiting for his owner, he would be costing me money. He said I should take the first step.

I started the inquiries on the fetish sites for a pony boarding and training facility. "Pony play" is a relatively major sexual fetish and I felt certain someone was catering to it. It took some time but I found someone that was hosting human ponies for weekends and longer for a price. I contacted him and told him I would like to see his facility and discuss something long term. He agreed and we set up an appointment.

Louisville, KY, where the ranch was located, was within driving distance for me so I drove my RV to a camping site and hooked up. The owner was very secretive and didn't want me to know where his place was until he knew me better so I agreed to meet him at a truck stop.

He pulled up in a large king cab pickup and motioned for me to get in. We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries before I turned to look at the young lady in the back seat. She had long brown hair, was on the thin side with small tits, and was wearing a very plain pale blue dress. Her hands were folded in her lap and she was looking down slighty with a blank look on her face.

"And who is this?" I said out loud to neither of them in particular. The owner answered. "I call her Penelope. I brought her along as an example of my training. I have trained her as both a house slave and a pony. She will accompany us until we get to the barn. You are welcome to ask her questions but she probably won't answer."

"And by they way." he continued. "Please put this on." he said, handing a sleeping mask. "There are a lot of people that would be outraged if they knew my business so I need to be careful about security." I understood and complied.

I tried to chat Penelope up but as the owner predicted, she said nothing and her expression didn't change. I decided to ask the owner questions instead.

"I wasn't aware you had slaves or horses that you owned. How many?" I asked.

"Only three, all female and all trained in both modes." he answered. "I'm in the market to add a few more." My ears perked up.

"What do you use them for?"

"When I don't have clients, they do domestic duties around the house and ranch. I also use them for comfort slaves but they aren't very good for that purpose." he said.

"Why not?" I asked. "I thought you would have trained them to be very good sexual partners."

"Well, it turns out that the primary outcome of my training is to remove their humanity and turn them into either robots or animals. It turns out I'm very good at that and as a result, they lose whatever sexual talents they had. Having sex with them is just a step up with having sex with a blowup doll."

My hopes of having a wild night with Penelope faded.

"How do you use them as ponies?" I asked.

"My clients come as couples or singles." he said. "Singles are almost all gay males and in addition to being used as real life horses, they may want to be fucked as well. The best I can do from them is have one of my slaves peg them and they can do that as human slaves or pretend stallions breeding a mare."

"If they are couples and one is the owner of the pony, they may want 'interaction' with another pony either for themsleves or their pony." he continued.

"Sounds like you need a male pony." I suggested.

"Yes, maybe. Another benefit of having a stallion is that I could use them as a farm horse and perhaps team them up with a client to plow a field or pull a wagon."

I said nothing but thought maybe there was a deal to be done here.

We arrived at the ranch and I was told to take off the mask. The ranch was large like so many Kentucky horse ranches, and set back a great distance from the road. The pasture in the field in front of the barn had some real horses in it. I would learn later that all of the training facilities for the human ponies were either in the barn or behind it, out of sight.

We got out of the truck and the owner opened the back door, took Penelope's hand and helped her out of the truck. He kept a hold of her hand and said, "Let's take a look at the barn." The way he was leading her with his hand made me think that maybe she wouldn't move if not led.

As we approached the barn, I saw a person door with a sign over it. "Horses Only". The owner led Penelope to it, opened it and gave her a nudge. She went inside. Then he pointed to another door labeled "Humans Only" and said "Let's go in this one."

When we entered the barn, we went down a short cooridor and into the main aisle of the barn. There was a small room on our left that Penelope had entered and then there were stalls on both sides of the aisle. The small room on our left had a door. The owner opened it and Penelope was standing there waiting.

She was naked now and had a halter on her head with a lead attached. She had apparently handcuffed her wrists together behind her. It occurred to me that horses don't have arms or hands. I also noticed that she had hair on her pussy and I saw some peeking out from under her arms. It made sense. Horses don't get groomed that way.

The owner took the lead and she started following with all of the mannerisms that I associated with a horse. Then he started describing his facility.

"I call this room the transformation room. My slaves are trained to go there when I want them to change modes and they make the mental change as well. When clients come here, when they go through that room, they are expected to behave as horses unitl they go back through the other way. The way you have described your client to me, he will go through once and only once."

He continued." As you saw, I have equine horses as well. I always put real horses in stalls on both sides of a human horse so they are isolated from any humans except for owners and trainers."

He opened the gate to the stall with "Penelope" above it, led her in, and closed the gate behind her. She didn't immediately move from where she had been left. I took a closer look at her stall.

It was filled with straw and had a trough of water and food. There was some of her manure in a corner. There were two speakers in the stall and a soft voice was speaking from them.

"It's wonderful to be a pony. We have a wonderful life. We have no worries about where our food comes from or where we will sleep. All that is provided for us. And in return, we work for our owners and entertain them. We are admired for our beauty and our strength."

"Good ponies are obedient and work hard. We don't get spooked or resist. Sometimes we get treats like apples and sugar cubes if our owner is pleased with us. "

"Forget those bad dreams we have sometimes about being human. Those are just nightmares and not real memories. They cause us stress so we need to just dismiss them. We may think we used to talk because of the bad dreams but we never did. Talking is for humans. We have our own means of communicating that is much better for us."

The audio feed continued. "Does it ever stop?" I asked.

"I tried stopping it once after a horse was trained but there was some relapse so I found it better just to keep it on all the time. It's an effective training technique."

In my mind, I was thinking about the book "1984" and I wondered if he had learned his techniques from that. But I was not going to get caught up in the morality or ethics of what was going on here. My client wanted what this guy had and I wanted my client's money.

"What do you do to keep them warm in the cooler months?" I asked.

"I have custom made one piece jump suits made out of horse hide." he answered. "They fit like a glove and make a "horse" look like a horse." he replied. "Let's go have a look at the arena." he said.

We walked down the aisle until we got into a large room that was obviously the arena. There was a lot of activity here. There were two male horses attached to the horse walker that was leading them in a circle at what I could call a trot. They were both naked except for their head harnesses with a bit in their mouths and armbinders laced tightly on their arms behind them. Both of them were glistening with sweat and drool and were breathing hard. One of them had a hard cock that was bouncing as he trotted. Apparently the objectification was turning him on.

The owner commented. "These are first-timers. I like to break them in hard at their first visit by exercising them to exhaustion. It ensures they know we mean business and makes sure they sleep well the first night."

"Do you ever have 'spirited' horses?" I asked.

"Not for long." he said. He walked over to one of the walls and picked up a cattle prod. "One zap from this on the balls cures a lot of 'spirit'" he said.

I was surprised. "They allow this? They are paying for this, after all." I said.

"They sign a contract and release when they come here. Rarely does anyone cross out the discipline clause. They want the full exerience." the owner replied.

Also in the arena was a female pony that was attached to a small cart with a man on it. He had a buggy whip and her reins and seemed to be training her for pulling a cart.

She was dressed up to the nines. She had a hood on with horse ears, blinders, a bit gag that was making her drool on herself, bells attached to her nipples and boots with horse hoofs for the feet. Her arms were encased in a leather arm binder behind her and a horse tail coming out of her ass.

Her owner was flicking the whip over her back, proding her to do better in her training. I think she was enjoying it and purposely not catching on so she'd get more whipping.

I walked a little closer to get a better look. Her pussy was dripping like a faucet and her eyes had a wild look in them. The owner saw my interest and joined me.

"This is a client but also a dual slave and that's her owner training her." he said. They come here for my faciilties and equipment and are regular customers. I think they come here whenever they can. The woman stays overnight in her stall and the owner gets cared for by my house slaves in the house. He told me that when they get home, she is so hot they fuck for hours."

"Sounds like a satisfied customer." I said.

I had seen enough and it was time to see if I could make a deal.

"We've talked on the phone and you know what my client wants. He wants a permanent transformation and a permanent life as a horse. It's my job to make that happen. You sound like you have the facilities and expertise to train him and board him while I find him an owner. To help me do that, I need photographs and videos of him being a horse to show to prospective clients. Can you provide those?" I asked.

"Sure, we do that all the time. Couples and singles want to have pony sex videos to take home with them." he replied.

"OK, great." I said. "But maybe I don't need that. Maybe we can help each other out. You want another horse and I want an owner for my client. What if you were to pay me $10,000 and I deliver my client to you and walk away. He signs all the paperwork you want that locks him in as your possession." I said.

He thought about it a minute. "Would I be able to use him to breed my mares and fuck clients?" he asked.

"Honestly, I don't know. He says he is asexual so I don't know if he can get hard or not and what it takes if he can. I know that's not great. But here's something you might be interested in. He's an anal virgin. Surely you can sell that to one of your clients for a premium." I said.

He thought another minute. "Well, I could use him but I'm not paying for him. Until I get him trained and I can start using him to make money, he's just an expense for me. And he will never be a house slave because I'm not bi. So he will either be a fuck pony or a farm horse. Instead of me paying you $10,000, I want you to pay me that much to take him off my hands."

I gave out a big belly laugh that I had practiced. "There must be fumes in this barn because you are getting delirious." I said. "Tell you what. Since I don't have to pay any boarding or training fees, I'll give him to you for five grand." I said.

"You're right, there must be fumes and you are the one that's been sniffing them. I'm not in business to lose money. I won't get any value out of him for at least 2 months. Tell you what, I'll give you a sweet deal. We'll split the start up costs. You pay for the first month of expenses and I'll pay for the second. That's $6,000 to you. If I didn't want a male so badly, I wouldn't even offer that. "

I thought about it for a minute. I knew how much Elliot's assets were and even subtracting $6000, I was making out well on the deal. But I always try to add a little something for myself when a deal is close.

"Tell you what. Give me 3 hours with your house slaves and it's a deal." I said.

"Done." he said, extending his hand.

A little later, I was alone in a room with three naked slave women. I had experienced sex with a slave before but I knew this time was going to be different, not just because I had never had three women before, but because these women had had the humanity washed out of their brains.

Penelope was on the thin side and petite. There was also a blonde with nice curves including tits that I was most attracted to. The third slave a redhead with freckles and pasty white skin. All of them were "raw women" in that they didn't shave anywhere or put on makeup, etc. This was going to be caveman sex.

Now, what to do with them? I decided to lay on the bed and told one to suck my cock, the other to kiss and lick my balls and the third to suck and lick my nipples. Then I closed my eyes and just enjoy the sensations. But it was pretty static. There was no passion and no changes in technique or speed.

I decided I need to give more direction. I pushed them all away and stood up away from the bed. Then I gave direction.

"All of you, on your knees. You, come over and start sucking my cock. You, back to licking and kissing my balls. And you, push your face into the crack of my ass and use your tongue on my anus."

Of course, they did as they were told but I decided I needed a more hands on approach. With my left hand, I grabbed a handful of the cocksucker's hair and started guiding her strokes and pushing her deeper on my cock. With my right, I reached around and pushed the ass-licker's face deeper into the crack of my ass. "Like that, get in deep." Then with my right hand, I reached over to the ball-licker's hair and pushed her head farther under my balls. "Now you two, look up at me." I said to the front girls.

Using this approach, I managed to achieve an orgasm but it was sort of like masturbating with three women's heads. And when I was done, the two front girls had cum on their faces but showed no emotion. I finally told one to lick it off the other's face. I had had sex with three women but it wasn't what I had hoped for.

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I contacted Elliot immediately and told him that I had a buyer for him and that he should liquidate everything as quickly as possible. Now that it was real, I sensed he was getting cold feet so I drove out to his city and parked my RV on the street in front of his house. I took him to a notary to get the power of attorney form signed. Then I sat down with him and had him give me all of the logons to his accounts. Then I changed all of the passwords so he could no longer get into any of them.

I sold his car to Carvana and hired a guy to do an estate sale of all his belongings. Those that weren't worth selling I took to a local thrift shop. He rented the house and had a lease for another two months but that wasn't a deterrent to me. On his last day of work, I picked him up (car was sold) and told him we were leaving for Kentucky right away. I called the owner and told him that we were coming.

A day later, I pulled into the ranch (I had become a trusted customer now). I looked at Elliot's face and saw that he was pale and nervous but it was too late. I controlled his assets and there was no backing out now.

We got out of the RV and looked around. Then I spotted the owner coming towards us from the barn. He came up to us and starting looking Elliot over. Seeming satisfied he said, "My lawyer is up at the house. Let's go get this done." he said.

The process took well over an hour. The lawyer had a video camera set up and explained to Elliot several times what he was signing with the slavery documents. He was also a notary so everything was notarized. Elliot didn't say much except for what was required. Finally it was done.

The owner was ready. He snapped a dog collar around Elliot's neck and then snapped a leash to the ring on the collar. "Let's go." he said.

The three of us walked to the barn, the owner and I in the lead and Elliot following behind. We headed for the Horses Only door and the owner went in with Elliot. He told me I could watch and listen through a small window on the inside of the barn and I did.

The owner took off the collar and leash and stood in front of Elliot. He started giving a speech that I'm sure he had done many times.

"Do you see that door there? When you walk through that door, you are leaving your humanity behind. You will no longer be a human being. You'll be a horse for the rest of your life. There is no going back. You will never come back through that door. This is a one way deal."

"Your training begins now. And your first lesson is that horses don't talk. So you will never speak again. This is an important lesson. No talking, ever. If you forget and speak, you'll be corrected. I correct horses with this." he said, picking up a cattle prod. It's pretty effective but I suggest you just follow your lessons and avoid this."

He put the cattle prod back where it was. "Now strip off your clothes. Horses don't wear clothes." Elliot did as ordered and the owner threw his clothes in a trash can nearby.

Next, he picked up a wide leather belt, pulled Elliot's elbow together and fastened the belt around them, pulling it tight. He completed the binding with handcuffs on the wrists.

"Ponies don't use hands or arms. They are useless not, vestigal. I'll keep them bound like this until you forget how to use them." the owner said.

Next, he picked up a bridle and pulled it over Elliot's head and fastened it. Then he opened the door and led the horse out of the room.

I followed them to where the owner had prepared a stall for the new horse. He led Elliot inside and closed the stall gate. "Your food and water are in those troughs. You may eat or drink whenever you want. You will stay here at all times unless you are being trained or exercised. You no longer need a bathroom to piss or shit. But I do recommend that you shit in a corner so you don't roll over on it in your sleep."

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I left the owner with a check and drove my RV home that same day. I had made a tidy sum for really little effort other than creativity. It was enough that I took a small vacation for a week and visited a slave farm that I knew of that had started offering weekend "spas". Now that place was REALLY secure.

Some months later I got an Email from the owner asking if I wanted to stop by and see the results of the transformation. I thought that might be a hoot so I agreed and drove down. The owner came out and greeted me. "It's working out well and I'm making money with him." he said. "Come take a look."

We walked to the back of the property where two horses were pulling a wagon up a small rise that was heavily loaded with firewood. "One of those is a client's horse." the owner said "And he has a sadistic streak so he likes me to work him hard. I paired Percy with him."

"Percy?" I said quizzically. "Yeah, we always rename them to break any connection to their past." he said.

The horses, naked except for the harnesses, we naked and sweating. One had a erect cock so I assumed the other was Percy. I walked closer but didn't recognize him.

He had gained weight and put on muscle. He didn't look scrawny anymore. He had a full beard and his hair was long and shaggy. He was straining against the harness because the other horse wasn't as strong. He might have seen me but didn't show any recognition.

While I was watching, he let loose with a bladder full of piss. Apparently he had lost any sense of holding it for the right time and just pissed now when he needed to. I stood watching him work for a time.

"Do you use him sexually?" I asked.

"Hell yes, I sold his ass cherry in no time to some big bull gay leather male who plowed his ass really good. Now he gets fucked regularly. And I got his cock to work by putting Viagra in his feed. Now the mares that come here can get fucked by another horse. Yeah, he has worked out well and if you find any others like him, I might be interested."

I drove home that night, pleased with the outcome. I had a satisfied customer that wanted to do more business with me and a nice payment for services rendered. It got me to thinking how else I might make some money in the pony fetish business.