Ultimate shoulder rides

Wow, I wish I was Pedro...

Part 4
The longer he thought about it, the more it was no longer a real question: he would definitely do it, because that was exactly what he wanted! Then he slowly walked towards the stable, looked back once more, but could no longer see Pedro. He had probably already turned off somewhere, but Markus could rely on that, he would wait for him, for his new riding horse, at the agreed place. So he continued walking, pushed open the swing door and entered the stable corridor with slow steps. At first nobody noticed him, but then an old black woman approached him, smiling kindly with her snow-white teeth:

“What can I do for you? Do you have a request?”

“I ... I wanted to ask if you have any bridles and a saddle, I mean to borrow.”

“For you, you mean? Does anyone want to ride you? Of course, otherwise you wouldn't ask so timidly! Is it a tall, heavy rider?”

“Uhh … no, not that tall, rather a little smaller.”

“Like that one over there?”

The woman pointed to one of the stable boys who was sitting on a large bale of hay. In fact, he had about the same build, weight and height as Pedro.

“Yes … yes, something like that, yes, that could fit, almost exactly fit.”

To his surprise, the woman answered his questions objectively, without a trace of mockery. Markus was probably not the first person to have turned to her with such a request, he quickly realized that. He also had the feeling that this woman knew what she was talking about, knew exactly what to do. That calmed him down a little, even though he still felt like a bit of an idiot, showing up here and letting Pedro saddle him like a horse.

“Beginner, probably! OK, then I know, come with me, we’ll find something suitable for you. I'll get you ready for your rider so that you'll be a really beautiful stallion that he'll enjoy!" Then she turned around, took a few steps, turned around again "Come on! It'll take a while until I've saddled and bridled you, it won't be that quick!" ... and Markus followed her steps, albeit a little hesitantly.

He then had to undress almost completely, only keeping his trainers and shorts on. Then she loosely put a wide leather belt around his hips.

"Your rider has to think about whether he wants to tie your wrists there, he probably doesn't know you that well yet. In any case, I'll do that right away, you don't want to be accused of anything. But you don't seem that wild to me. But if you have a really crazy rider, one who wants to try everything, so rides you pretty hard, then that's definitely better. Then you still can't do anything stupid with your hands, so it's just a lot safer! Some stallions have almost gone mad when they have to carry a really wild rider in the saddle. By the way, there are also women like that, I've experienced things, but I'm just saying that in passing, best forget it."

Then came the saddle, securely fastened to the upper back with straps. Markus would have to lean forward slightly so that Pedro could sit comfortably there. Stirrups were then clipped on at the sides. The woman probably estimated the rider's leg length first. Then it was his turn to put on his bridle, he willingly opened his mouth. The bit consisted of a solid piece of leather, went between his teeth and was fixed behind his head with thin straps. Now the reins were clipped on the sides, next to his mouth, and placed on his shoulders, next to the saddle. "Ready!" said the black woman, pushing it slightly to the side so that he could see himself in a large mirror.

Markus was excited when he saw himself, but controlled himself and didn't let on, turning back and forth almost like a model! "You should take blinkers with you, as well as a nice whip, one that whistles in the air and also pulls well. All riders like to have one in their hands, especially when they're riding a beginner. They often get tired quickly, lose interest and become lazy. But not all of them, some two-legged horses love whips like that too."

Without wasting any more words, she hung the much-praised riding whip, a fairly long one with a supple tip and about 15cm of braided leather cord, on the small saddle knob. Then she grabbed the reins and ran towards the stable door. For the first time, Markus followed her light pull on the reins. Now he really was 'Pedro's new stallion', and he was willing, even looking forward to feeling him in the saddle soon.

I don't know Markus' nationality to be honest. I know that he is about 183cm tall, a sporty guy who used to do a lot of sport, but has now put on a bit of weight. He goes to the gym regularly, does cardio and strength training. He has very short hair and rather dark eyes.

He is a switcher in many ways. He likes to swing the whip himself, but he also likes to submit, as we have seen. He is not gay, likes men and women.

What would have happened if another man had suddenly jumped into the saddle? Markus would not have noticed it immediately, because his vision is limited by the folded-in blinkers. But that would have been a wild ride, similar to a rodeo. This daredevil guy would have had to be a very good rider to stay in the saddle for even a minute!

But you are right: his options are limited, he can only behave like a horse, he has to use his options like a wild horse to throw off this unwanted rider. He can't do more than that. But I'm sure he would manage it, even if he's a good, experienced rider.

In this case, no help could be expected from Pedro. He would rather watch this equestrian spectacle with enthusiasm and hope that it lasts as long as possible and that he enjoys it. I wouldn't be surprised if he even applauded this rider.
Max

Part 6
The first few hundred meters were wonderful, like a rush of happiness. But then he realized that he had been deceived, because Pedro of course had his weight too! Now Markus slowly felt that he had to carry a rider as well as his own body weight. OK, that was bound to happen, it was completely logical, but he wanted to be Pedro's horse, so he had to pull himself together and really make an effort. It was still bearable, even though the expected distance was now in his head. It was quite a distance, it wouldn't go that quickly. But he didn't want to think about that for the time being, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of feeling Pedro. His rider was obviously having fun sitting in the saddle and letting Markus trot for him. It was basically his idea that it would be enough if only one of them ran, and he was now the rider, as planned. In between, Pedro even patted his two-legged horse on the neck a few times, albeit only briefly.

But then, some time later, Markus began to feel exhausted! Not that he wanted to get rid of his rider, no, he still liked being his horse. But a little break would do him good. He tried to articulate himself somehow, but then quickly realized that he was not even able to pronounce a single letter, let alone ask for a break. The bridle was in the back of his mouth, and at the same time he was pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It didn't hurt, but it didn't work, talking was simply impossible! But somehow Pedro had to notice that his riding slave was not running as briskly as he had at the beginning! Of course he had to notice that! But perhaps he didn't think about it at all, or it didn't interest him any more! Pedro was looking forward to riding Markus, to being carried the long way, other things were not important to him.

Then came: "Come on, run a little faster! You've slowed down, are you fed up with it? I don't do that, come on, get into a quick trot, hop, hop, hop!" Light kicks to the side were probably meant to show him exactly what Pedro meant by that. Markus should actually run even faster, so the breather he so desperately needed was out of the question. How could he make his rider understand what he wanted? "Come on, faster! Are you tired already? I don't want you to fall asleep with your slow trot, hop, let's go, faster, exercise is healthy, hahaha! That will freshen you up! We still have a long way to go."

Markus continued trotting, fighting against his exhaustion, but somehow he was still moving forward. He didn't know whether he was really in a "fast trot". But he had the impression that he was actually running a little faster. "Do you know what just occurred to me? I only brought water for myself! You obviously need something to drink on this strenuous journey.” Markus hadn’t even thought of that. It was clear that this ordeal was completely impossible without drinks, even with water it would have been almost impossible. But without something to drink, it was completely impossible!

“I really didn’t think of that, it can happen quickly in a hurry, but we’ll find a suitable solution for you!” Markus heard Pedro demonstratively drinking from his canteen, letting it “gurgle” in his throat. “I’ve got enough with me, it collects automatically, I can feel it, don’t worry. Well, we’ll just have to resort to something like “secondary use” so that you have something to drink and don’t collapse under my butt from thirst.”

Markus didn’t think he was hearing correctly! He immediately understood what his rider had meant by the word “secondary use”, then the reference to “automatic collection”! He would never let that happen to him, never! Pedro had just said nothing other than that the water supplies were just for him and that he wanted to piss in his mouth later! That was simply unbelievable, but Pedro had clearly said it like that! If only he could at least say something himself, but even a second attempt showed him that it was simply not possible with the bit in his mouth. At the same time, he noticed that his tongue was now completely dry, as was his throat! He simply had to drink something urgently, otherwise his strength would fail very soon, and Pedro seemed to sense that too.
Max

Part 7
"Knowing you, you've probably already thought about my suggestion. I urgently need to empty my bladder in the next few minutes, it's starting to get really uncomfortable! Of course, I could just let it all go to waste or find a nice tree if you prefer. I don't mind. I was just thinking about how you feel at home, because our bodies really need fluids. But when you make your decision, you should bear in mind that it may take some time before I urgently need to go again. In the meantime, of course, I can't offer you anything! So, think about it carefully, but of course I don't want to force you to do anything, it's your own free decision."

Markus was almost desperate! If Pedro just emptied himself somewhere, if he refused the urine that was offered to him, then there would be nothing at all that he could drink. Even if he somehow managed to hold out for the "some time" mentioned, he would be faced with the same dilemma again later. It was completely pointless to refuse this now, he wasn't getting anything else to drink anyway. He just heard his rider again taking a deep gulp of fresh water with pleasure. "Ahh, that feels good!" Markus was desperate!

Then Pedro spoke to him again: "Well, have you thought about it? I really have to go now." He immediately grabbed the reins, pulled Markus out of his thoughts and brought him to a quick stop. Markus immediately went further down, bent his knees so that his rider could dismount. He felt it right away: it was an enormous relief when the pressure eased and Pedro got out of the saddle.

But he didn't turn around any further, took a few steps towards a large beech tree, then slowly unpacked. Markus was shocked, he broke out in a cold sweat, he wasn't going to just... he made almost panicked, inarticulate noises, just thought "please, please don't!" Pedro turned around slowly again and looked at him with a smile: "I thought you weren't interested in my caring offer. Would you like something to drink, straight from the source, so to speak?" Markus nodded vigorously. "OK, then we misunderstood each other. Good thing I asked again. Then just come closer and then get down on your knees again, then you'll be at about the right height for me." Markus came and slid on his knees to Pedro. Pedro was standing there, his male organ hanging out of his fly, his elbows on his hips.

"So, then we'll give you a drink, but first take the bite out, it won't work like that." This was quickly done with a few, skillful movements. It was very pleasant for Markus to be able to move his palate and tongue somewhat freely again after such a long time, although he felt that everything was almost bone dry. He salivated in his mouth with the last of the liquid he had. But even then it became clear to him: he urgently needed liquid for his body.

"Now stick out your tongue, just as far as you can. Your mouth is exactly at male organ height, so everything fits perfectly together. Now, stick out your tongue and open your mouth wide. I'll then place my male organ on your tongue. If I were you, I'd take another deep breath, then I'll let it flow slowly so that you can practice swallowing a little more. Then the floodgates will be opened, you'll have to drink pretty quickly, neither of us wants anything to go wrong. When I'm finished, you'll lick my male organ clean again with your tongue and lips and we'll be done and you'll feel better again. Your thirst will be gone and you'll have your strength back. Just don't think about what you're doing, just do it like I've just told you!"

Markus was desperate, but realized that he had no other option than to follow his rider's instructions. He had already sucked Pedro's male organ, was now also his riding horse, and now this was added to the mix: he was his urinal! The more he thought about it, he just couldn't believe everything he had experienced in the last few hours. "Did you understand everything I just explained to you?" Markus, still quite absent-minded, caught up in his thoughts, nodded slowly. "Did you remember everything well?" Markus nodded again. "I'm glad! Then nothing stands in the way of what is coming next. So let's start at the beginning: stick out your tongue!"
Max

Brilliant! Thank you so much, Max! It is like looking in a mirror... Markus is my alter ego.

We're not at an Olympics here, but I'm still happy if you like my stories... a few others also give positive feedback.
Max

Thanks Max for this brilliant, "mouth-watering" story, if I may allow me this innocent pun ... ...
Urine drinking is totally logical in Pedro's and Markus' situation. It is also totally safe and sane for the drinker, unless the provider had a urine-infection. I even believe that urine is better than water because of its salt content, as salt helps the body to keep its water. But this high salt content is also what forbids to drink it on a daily basis ...
More importantly from a master's standpoint, using a human urinal is certainly the most pleasurable way to pee ! And also more hygienic for the feminine users : Toilet paper will never equal a devot tongue as regards after pee cleaning !

This story shows once more that pony slavery is a wide open gate to all possibles forms of slavery  ... !!

THKS again Max !

Continuation: 1

Pedro looked at Markus: this break had undoubtedly done him good! The liquid he had drunk also helped him to get back on his feet. Of course, he had not fully recovered in this relatively short time. Nevertheless, his rider did not want to wait any longer. That simply had to be enough. He finally wanted to get back in the saddle and ride on.

First he pressed the bit back into his mouth and pulled him forward at the back of the head. Then he slowly stood up, gave the reins two quick tugs, then Markus stood up and leaned forward a little so that Pedro could mount straight away. His left foot pressed into the stirrup, he gained momentum and then he slowly slid into the saddle and immediately grabbed the reins. Everything had worked out great, just as he had expected.

When Pedro had climbed into the saddle and placed his boots firmly in the stirrups, after a short "Come on, let's go!" he moved his bottom a little back and forth to ensure he had a comfortable sitting position. The saddle was now more on the back of his back, so that his stallion had to lean forward a little more when trotting. This was strenuous, but the rider had an almost perfect seat. In this position, Markus had the advantage that almost all of his weight was extended to his "hind legs", so his back was almost free of strain. Of course, Pedro did not know whether this was really a significant relief, but he did not really care.

The rider now took a close look at the whip. It felt good, was quite supple, and the leather was a little wider. So there was no need to fear that his riding slave would develop the first cracks in his skin after just a few blows. Even with heavy blows, only the skin or the nerves lying close to the skin were irritated by this type of whip. This could undoubtedly be very painful for him, just as it should be, but major injuries would probably not occur for the time being. But it would undoubtedly mobilize fresh strength from a tired, listless body.

In this bent-over position, Markus naturally had to stick his butt out as far as he could, whether he wanted to or not. To the side, where the thighs end, the rider could see with joy how the muscles did their work with each step. This was exactly the ideal place to urge him on with the riding whip, and that was where he wanted to place the blows. Pedro had firmly resolved to treat his skin a little more carefully despite the whip, so to hit him alternately, with both his left and right hand. With this technique he would get the tired riding slave back up to speed, he was quite sure of that. He felt an expectant tension about what he could still get out of this Markus. But for now Pedro just wanted to let him trot on. It was a great thing to ride this two-legged stallion, the young rider couldn't imagine anything more beautiful at that moment, an absolute delight.

He soon noticed from his position that the first beads of sweat were forming on his neck, very small at first, then developing into a shiny, narrow trickle. A short time later, he could hear his breathing sounds, but Markus still bravely maintained his speed. He was scared, of course, knowing that he was still trotting, which was still far below a gallop. He couldn't imagine running any faster, let alone galloping! Maintaining that speed for a longer period of time also seemed almost impossible to him.

But Markus had also seen his rider's whip and a shiver ran down his spine. He didn't know at that moment whether Pedro was already holding it in his hand, ready to strike, but in any case the whip was within his reach in no time and ready for immediate use. Markus didn't need to be under any illusions: he would still feel the painful burning, the welts, on his skin today, no matter how hard he tried. Pedro was in this exuberant mood, he wanted to really go for it. He could literally feel it, this young, divine rider wanted to let off steam and find out what was going on with Markus, what strength and energy he still had when he was touched really hard and without mercy.
Max