Ultimate shoulder rides

Part 2
The man walked willingly behind the slowly riding Pedro, led by the noose around his neck. He said casually: “You still need a name! I thought I'll call you "Toby", I think that suits you. It used to be a name for a black slave, but it's exactly the right name for you. Toby sounds good too, both for a slave and for a horse.”

Then a short time later they reached the stables, Pedro got out of the saddle with an elegant jump and led Toby further into the wooden building, to a slightly higher box. He opened the door: “You'll stay here for the next few days. Take off your clothes, it's warm enough here, as horses are known to be naked. And I'll make sure you sweat. There are blankets in the corner for the night, so my Toby shouldn't want for anything. I'll be back in an hour. Then we'll first see how you do as a sulky stallion. I like sitting in the sulky, we also have a small race track nearby, not far. Then we'll see what you can do. Tomorrow you'll get to know me as a rider. I'm sure you'll like that too. See you soon!"

Pedro closed the stable door, left the building, went straight to his horse and patted him on the neck: "We're not going to ride together this weekend, I've got a different horse. But I can promise you, he won't have it as good as you have with me. I'm already coming up with a few ideas about how to make this crazy two-legged creature sweat properly." Then he led his horse to the neighboring stable, gave him something to eat, fresh hay and straw. Then it was almost time, the hour was over.

Pedro now walked slowly towards Toby. Opened the stable door: "I told you that we wanted to go for a ride in the sulky first. Tomorrow I'll ride you, we'll have the whole day. It's a great thing, such a light single-axle vehicle, I always enjoy doing it, I also love the speed and the wind. Come on, let's get going!" Toby stood up, had the noose put around his neck again, and walked obediently behind his young patron. The latter had initially refrained from tying his wrists. He had no reason to be stubborn yet, he was more likely in joyful anticipation of what was to come. But that could still happen, it was still early enough.

After a few minutes' walk, they reached the race track. There, clearly visible, was the sulky at the edge. Pedro led his stallion straight between the drawbar and grabbed the two bars. He then secured both wrists there with a leather strap, then put a wide chest strap on him, which he clipped onto both ends of the drawbar. This was Toby's primary task of pulling the sulky and driver. His hands were only there to support him, to possibly increase the speed of the carriage a little. Then Pedro put a bridle in his mouth, which was slightly tightened behind the head and to which the long reins were attached at the side.

With foresight, Pedro had placed a leather flap over the upper shoulder blades of his slave, whom he wanted to ride tomorrow. He did not want to damage the skin in these places in particular with the long whip, because this is where the shoulder saddle would be. He did not want the shoulders to be covered with welts from the driver's whip. Then he would become too restless if the saddle caused him pain even with slight movements.

Toby let all this happen, but was a little frightened right from the start, because next to the padded seat, almost above the axle, a dangerous-looking, rather long whip for the driver was clearly visible in a short tube. No doubt this was used to drive the sulky stallion during a race to increase the speed. That was true for every stallion, whether he had two or four legs. So Toby was immediately sure: this whip was for him too, when his driver wanted to really pick up the pace. But he didn't say anything about it, what could he have said? He wanted to do horse things and now Pedro had decided that they should start with a racing sulky. He had to comply without protest, he basically wanted it that way. Even the sight of the dangerous whip didn't really scare him, instead a pleasant shiver of delight crept slowly down his spine. Now things were getting serious!

End of Part 2

Thank you for that great story! Such a promising cliffhanger ) Lucky Toby...

Part 3
After his new horse was harnessed and lashed down, Pedro didn't hesitate any longer and immediately sat down in the sulky with his legs apart like a racing driver. He grabbed the reins and then took another close look at his two-legged draft horse. He was completely naked, you could see his broad back and his strong, athletic legs. This could really be something with him, a very interesting, new experience for him too! Pedro was really excited to see how Toby would do when he took him to the race track.

The race track was an oval, had two long straights of around 40 meters and a generous radius at both turning points. In total, it was just under 120 meters for one lap. If you used parts of the curve, you had almost 60 meters available to drive at a really high speed. That wasn't bad at all. To start with, Toby had to trot a few laps at a relaxed pace to get used to everything: “Come on, let’s go!” was a short command, with a light slap of the reins across his back. His two-legged horse put in the effort, the single-axle vehicle moved, and he started trotting.

Pedro didn’t actually need to guide his slave with the long reins, as the direction of travel was determined by the race track. Nevertheless, he kept changing from the outside to the inside lane and then back again. This also worked well. After the third lap, the young driver noticed more and more how, in his head, the human Toby was slowly becoming a real sulky stallion Toby. Now he was also slowly becoming curious about what this human stallion between the drawbar could do, how fast Pedro could drive him.

First he increased the speed slightly, letting him trot a little faster. He wanted to drive much faster on a straight stretch, but then he continued more slowly on the back straight. This meant that his stallion was able to regain some strength. With his command "Go, faster, speed!" it worked quite well straight away, but then, who would be surprised, Pedro naturally wanted to know whether he could get more out of him with the whip. What Toby was now showing was certainly not his full potential. After all his experience with four-legged animals, Pedro was sure that a well-cracked whip could do a lot more. Of course, he wanted to test this out on Toby too. The guy wanted to be a horse, had almost begged for it, now he would also feel what it meant to be a horse and have a whip-wielding Pedro behind him in the sulky.

Then it got really hard for Toby! Pedro didn't say much, but suddenly swung the whip to get him up to speed. Of course, Toby was frightened at first, felt the terrible pain on his back, but he immediately pulled the cart as if driven by the devil. He also felt more and more the enormous effort of working between the drawbars. So the laps were driven, always just before each speed straight Pedro pulled the driver's whip across his back. Even when he was already really exhausted and unsure of his running movements, this ambitious driver pressed the remaining strength out of the battered slave body with the long whip.

Pedro was now really enjoying the ride, as he could see Toby, his sweaty skin. He was also happy that he was always able to achieve a good speed with this great whip. Of course he also noticed that his horse was slowly getting a little tired, but that only increased his personal ambition to try again, perhaps with more precise blows, a little more forcefully.

It was simply a wonderful ride, a real pleasure, a wonderful new experience with such a horse! He could have driven the guy like that for hours. But after several laps, neither Toby nor Pedro had counted them, the whip no longer had the desired effect. His stallion simply got slower with each lap. Pedro realised that it was pointless to keep hitting him, but he got slower anyway. Then Toby collapsed exhausted between the drawbar, lying on the ground for a long time and gasping for air. The driver didn't like that at all, just letting himself fall like that and ending the whole fun so suddenly. With good will he could have run a few more laps, Pedro was firmly convinced of that. Maybe not quite as fast as at the beginning of this little sporting exercise, but Pedro would not tolerate this under any circumstances.

With a little mock anger he swung himself up from his seat and stepped in front of Toby: "What's that about? Just because you don't feel like pulling me anymore, you just lie down on the ground here! Are you trying to annoy me? That's out of the question, come on, get up, now!"

End of Part 3

Part 4
Then he gave him a firm kick in the side, but the hoped-for effect didn't happen. "I said 'get up!' and I said it immediately! The journey isn't over yet. I decide when it's time! Either you get up or I'll beat you with the whip until you're finally back on your feet. I'll count to three! ... One ... Two ... and ." In fact, Toby struggled to get back up, then staggered slightly and soon stood upright again. You could see that he was completely exhausted. "Well, why not just like that! Then we can carry on! Don't even think about being lazy again!" That was all Pedro said as he sat back down contentedly in the driver's seat of the single-axle vehicle and held the reins in his hands.

Then they really did carry on, again alternating between fast/slow, fast/slow, pure strain for Toby, but a real pleasure for his driver. Pedro had to hit more often and, above all, harder to keep the tired stallion moving, after all he was sitting in a racing sulky. Toby fought against all exhaustion, no longer knowing where he got his strength from or why he wasn't just lying half dead on the ground. But Pedro kept driving him forward mercilessly, repeatedly beating him so that the slave would pull the cart faster. He was even proud of himself when this worked so well time and time again, even with this tired, desperate slave horse between the drawbar. Toby's lower back was now bright red, his ass was completely bruised, but he still moved, fought against himself, and didn't collapse again.

It was good that the shoulders were protected, because otherwise it would have been really difficult to ride Toby that weekend. But this way it would be no problem to strap a shoulder saddle onto him or use his upper back. Pedro soon realised that he was no longer enjoying himself, and his right arm was also starting to hurt. So after another, almost leisurely lap, he ended this torture, Toby's journey through hell. His two-legged stallion was now really at his limits, he could hardly stand on his feet. Nevertheless, his young patron remained very contentedly sitting in the sulky and let him pull him the short way to the stables. This was not absolutely necessary, but he still thought it was appropriate.

After Pedro had beaten him up like that, he felt it necessary to be a little more careful in his handling of him. You never really know "what is going on in a slave's head," he thought. He was still securely fastened to the drawbar. First, Pedro put two leather cuffs around his wrists and pulled a chain through the two eyelets. He shortened the chain with a lock so that his arms had to stay behind his back, but some movement was still possible. He also no longer wanted to lead the exhausted slave on a leather cord, but on a pole, just like the one used for angry, biting dogs. That way he felt safe, even if the abused slave should become aggressive, contrary to his expectations.

But everything went smoothly, Toby was still obedient. At the box door, Pedro removed the chain lock again and loosened the lead pole. His hands remained tied, but with a little effort he was able to bring them forward and use them. "You've lost a lot of fluids, Toby. Drink as much as you want, it will do you good. You'll get your food soon, that's it for today. Get some rest, I know it was exhausting for you. Tomorrow you'll be bridled and saddled, then I'll ride you. We'll go to the riding hall first." After these words, Pedro locked the box again, he was completely satisfied with himself, he had had a lot of fun on the race track with his two-legged horse. Tomorrow it would continue, then he would find out how his new horse behaved under the saddle. The guy was really very robust, was really tough, just as Pedro had wanted. Tomorrow he would also take him really hard, that was clear. He had to smile.

Pedro wanted to find out whether he might also have an erotic effect on his slave. He would dress accordingly tomorrow and forego a typical riding outfit or change it up a bit. He wanted to wear short, not too tight black leather trousers and knee-high boots, also black. Not the usual riding boots, but ones that were not bulky, but looked slightly erotic. On top he would wear a simple, short-sleeved T-shirt, possibly a dark red one. If Toby was receptive to such stimuli, he would notice it quickly, that was for sure.

End part 4

Part 5
The next morning, Pedro set off with happy steps towards the stables. He had provided Toby with plenty of food and water, as well as warm blankets. He should have recovered somewhat and should be able to carry his rider. He also knew that the riding hall was on the agenda today. How long it would take would depend on how he did, i.e. how well Pedro could ride him.

His first look was of course at how he had recovered, what his strained skin looked like. You could see that he had been through a lot yesterday, but it didn't look that dramatic anymore, it could have been worse. Before Pedro even entered the box, Toby had to put his bound hands behind his back again and then the chain was shortened again so that his arms had to stay that way. The young rider had now found it immensely fun himself and wanted to avoid this guy losing interest in being a horse at all costs. So, before he started to saddle and bridle him, he pressed a bridle into his mouth so that he could no longer articulate himself. Pedro had somehow seen that yesterday had made him think. Toby tried to "stammer" something, despite the bridle, but Pedro just shrugged his shoulders, pretending not to know anything, not to hear anything, not to understand anything. He didn't even react when Toby, his face flushed with anger, stamped his foot. 'You are and will always be my horse! You won't get away from me that easily,' he thought with a little wicked joy.

Then he saddled Toby, similar to how horses are saddled. The reins were quickly attached, a soft blanket was put over his shoulders, then came the saddle. This was strapped to his back so that it didn't slip. The stirrups were quickly clipped in. Each rider could adjust the length precisely after mounting from the saddle. Pedro would ride him with spurs right away, and of course he had a good riding whip to hand. All of this was done quickly, and Toby stood still. He might even have liked it!

When he hooked the lead bar back next to the bridle and Pedro took a step forward, Toby still didn't follow immediately and started stammering something again, but his rider boldly grabbed the whip and hit him hard in the back of the knee, twice in a row. "Come on!" was all he said, then his riding slave followed him without making any more of a fuss. He also stopped stammering, obviously giving up trying to make himself understood to Pedro. He probably realized that it was pointless. Nobody was interested in what he wanted to say to his patron.

It was about a 10-minute walk to the riding hall. Pedro would have liked to ride now, but he wanted to give his riding slave a chance to think about his situation. Objectively, he had no options anyway, he could only submit and stay as a human horse for Pedro for the weekend. But maybe there would be moments when he could enjoy his role.

In front of the riding hall, he followed Pedro's reins, leaned forward a little and felt his rider put a boot in the stirrup, pushed himself up with a swing and then slid into the saddle. Toby could now fully feel the weight of his rider, but he had expected a greater strain. Maybe it would actually be pleasant to be ridden by Pedro after all. Then Pedro grabbed the reins and Toby received a kick in the side. "Let's go!" was all he said. Toby immediately ran slowly towards the track, following the reins.

"Now, let's do a few laps, so to speak, to warm up. Trot very easily, hop, up!" Then Toby trotted off. The steps were not particularly elegant, Pedro immediately realised that the floor of the riding hall was perhaps a little difficult for a two-legged horse to walk on. For four-legged animals it was easy on the joints, but probably quite strenuous for his stallion, because the floor was soft. Toby had apparently given up refusing, Pedro would not have tolerated it either. If he had a two-legged stallion, then he wanted to enjoy it and not give in to his slave's moods. So the rider decided to leave the riding hall after 3 laps and spend the rest of his time in the countryside. He preferred that anyway, there was more variety.

End of Part 5

Part 7
Then came the inevitable climb! After just a few meters, Toby would have preferred to stop, it was so exhausting. Without Pedro in the shoulder saddle, this would have been exhausting enough, but with the weight of this rider, it was pure drudgery. He struggled a long way further along the path, but then he could hardly go any further: “What's wrong? We're only just at the beginning, those few meters can't have made you so weak! Are you already tired of running? I haven't suddenly gotten heavier! Come on, keep going, you lazybones, keep going! Not so lazy!” Then Pedro energetically grabbed the riding whip and gave a few hard lashes to the sweating skin. Then came “Come on! You lame duck, let's go on!” and then there were powerful kicks to the flanks. Not without success, because Toby was really shaken up and started to go a little faster again. His rider had probably found the right “approach”.

The stallion now felt more like an old pack mule that was totally overloaded, but was still being driven on by its merciless owner. Pedro was now really enjoying riding, especially as he noticed that Toby was becoming more and more respectful of him, and possibly also of the whip and spurs. He also thought it was a really good idea to climb the path to the viewing platform on a sweating Toby. He just had to keep pushing him and it worked out great. It was only about 50 meters more before the first steep section was overcome. But Toby still slowed down considerably, trotting became walking and then a slow crawl.

Of course, his rider did not want to accept that. So Pedro set off another fireworks display, demanding loudly, "Faster, come on, speed, you damn horse, are you trying to annoy me? Faster!" He underlined each command with powerful whip lashes and firm kicks with the heels of his boots. The spurs were very helpful, because Toby fought like a lion to somehow keep going, panting like a walrus. He could hardly stand on his feet, but Pedro did not give in. Then finally this difficult part was over. He also managed the last few meters of this climb, albeit at a moderate pace.

Now he almost stopped, apparently at the end of his strength. But the young rider had little desire to take a break just because his stallion was now a little tired. He only waited a few seconds, then came "Go on, keep going! Hop!" Toby was desperate, he really couldn't go on! But after a few short, powerful kicks, he put one foot in front of the other, almost automatically, and moved on. He could see that the next stretch was only slightly uphill, but his rider seemed to weigh tons by now, yet the path was almost pleasant compared to what he had just completed. Pedro also kept walking, that was OK now, Toby should slowly regain some strength. But he didn't want to take a break, it had to be like this. So horse and rider continued to move, albeit more calmly.

After a few minutes at this pace, Toby really seemed to be breathing a little more regularly, more evenly. Of course he hadn't been able to regenerate, but he had recovered somewhat. Pedro was optimistic that he would manage the rest of the way, although it was certainly not going to be a walk in the park for him.

Pedro was now sitting more relaxed in the saddle, his riding boots resting on the stirrups without any pressure. "Can you imagine that I have actually walked up this steep path myself before? All I can tell you is that it was pretty exhausting, and I don't think you should really put yourself through that. I even almost got a blister on my feet. That really hurt, I can assure you! When you're on a horse, everything is much more pleasant, even if it only has two legs, hahaha! You can move forward much more easily, so I really recommend it. I think it's even a lot faster than if you're trying to do it yourself. "Hop, run a bit faster, don't be so tired! Are you trying to rock your rider to sleep now, hahaha! This area is wonderful, don't you think? Right in the middle of nature. I really like being out in nature, it's wonderful, just the fresh air, I find it so relaxing!"

End of Part 7

Part 8
It was really relaxing for Pedro. He gave in to his thoughts. He remembered that he had read in an old book some time ago that even the Egyptians liked to have strong, black slaves from North Africa in their service. A sedan chair carried by four of these slaves was an important status symbol for the nobility of the time. This was how they liked to show themselves to the common people. It was also interesting that particularly strong slaves were often ridden by the young ladies of the nobility. Horses did not exist in Egypt at that time. These strong slaves had to carry the ladies. The blacks often wore eye patches so that they did not have lascivious thoughts. A saddle was quickly invented so that the ladies had a comfortable seat. A bridle to guide these beefy black slaves was also important, because the eyes were covered, and the female riders could not talk to their slaves anyway. A whip was also quickly added to drive the two-legged creatures. So the riding slave was born in ancient Egypt. It was certainly a welcome pastime for the ladies of the nobility. But men did not ride slaves at that time, at least not in Egypt, or at least that's what it said in this very interesting book.

Toby still groaned and moaned with every step, but he kept going. Sweat ran down his whole body. Added to that was the relaxed, chatty tone of his rider, who was many years younger than him. He could have burst with anger at that moment, but then he immediately realized that he had no choice but to follow Pedro's orders. In between, he had tugged at his bonds, tried to. But there was absolutely nothing he could do. The only thing he could really move freely were his tired legs, that was all.

Toby had already felt the whip painfully a few times, when he could hardly walk at the beginning with weak knees. The kicks with the spurs had also become more violent. Pedro seemed to take everything here in a relaxed, cheerful way, at least as long as his riding slave did what his rider asked of him. He seemed to enjoy being in the saddle very much. Toby was ready to give it his all, but his strength would eventually wane. He didn't want to think about that, because Pedro would still drive him up that damned path. At first it was OK, but Toby really hadn't imagined this strain when he almost asked to be a horse for this young, attractive man.

He liked this young, extremely handsome guy from the first time he met him, the way he sat so high on his horse and looked down at him. He was perhaps 18 years old, and had an almost youthful face with slightly feminine features. The beard - no, it was more like a downy hair - that he had on his face somehow suited him particularly well. Toby wondered what his pubic hair looked like. He was certainly not shaved, but between his legs he would also have that soft, thick hair. The young man was not very tall, nor particularly heavy. He was rather slim for a young man of his age. Nevertheless, he made a rather athletic impression.

So now he was sitting quite relaxed in his shorts and his knee-high riding boots on his shoulders, his boots loosely in the stirrups. It was actually exactly what Toby had imagined when he expressed his wish to be his horse, his slave, for a weekend. But the guy could be quite energetic, even ruthless and quite mean. But if he was honest: that was how he had always imagined his rider! He really liked the fact that he even rode him in his shorts, so that his uncovered thighs were close to Toby's face. The boots also suited his rider well, he could observe them very well. He wondered whether Pedro was wearing stockings or whether he had slipped into his riding boots with bare feet that morning. Despite the effort, he even had to smile a little at the thought.

He would have loved to touch the skin of those firm, slightly hairy thighs with his lips. Perhaps this would soon be possible, because on this part of the route Pedro did not have the reins firmly in his hands, so slight sideways movements with his head were quite possible. He was, Toby noticed despite the ongoing effort, a really handsome guy whom he had chosen as his rider for this weekend.

End of Part 8

I'm glad you like the story! When I read your name, dear pony,  I can imagine that you often wish you were the horse, maybe even a riding slave, of a lady (or maybe even a smart guy like our Pedro). That's how it is for me, in my erotic fantasies I am often ridden by young, pretty ladies. It doesn't matter to me whether I am physically capable of doing it... it's just a fantasy.

Fantasy is also the key word! Some of my stories are homoerotic. But it's also no problem to make something else out of them... it always fits.

It would be nice if you would post something at the appropriate time, I would be very happy!

Then welcome!

Max

Part 9
Pedro had noticed that Toby kept touching his thighs with his cheeks, rubbing himself against them. He probably liked feeling the skin. Why not, if he enjoyed it. Pedro also had other thoughts. For some time now, the movement of riding had been giving him feelings between his legs, very pleasant feelings. Of course, this also stimulated his imagination about what else could possibly be done with this willing slave. He just had to be a bit clever, that was all.

Actually, Pedro only needed to ride his slave until he was pretty tired, so that he begged his "master" for a break out of sheer exhaustion. That was completely enough, then he was submissive, ready for anything. So Pedro could certainly make a little deal with him: Toby would get his break, as he wanted, but in return he would have to suck Pedro's male organ! That was a fair offer, he thought, one that both of them would get something out of! Above all, his human horse could still say "no" and was not forced to do anything.

The path became a little steeper after the next bend or the one after that, and then came the final stretch to the finish, a fairly uphill stretch, until the viewing platform was reached. So now was the ideal time to increase the pace a little to prepare him for the last stretch. Then, when he reached the finish, he would really be at the end of his strength. Then all remaining resistance would surely be broken. Toby would probably even gratefully accept Pedro's offer.

"Come on, if you keep creeping along like that, we'll never get to the top! I think it's high time you got out of your lethargy and put your foot on the gas a bit. Hop! Faster, not so lame!" Then there were a few powerful kicks and the riding whip was drawn across Toby's already strained coat. He was completely surprised at first, was indeed lost in his sweet thoughts, but with Pedro in the saddle, this was anything but a leisurely stroll. Despite the incline, he immediately ran faster again. "Now you can show your rider what a strong horse you are, now is your best opportunity. Hey, let's go, try harder, faster!" At that moment, Toby felt like a happy, two-legged horse again, just as he wanted to be for Pedro. He had the feeling that he would be happy to carry such a wonderful rider.

Now there was a tight bend and then, his breath caught in his throat at what he suddenly saw in front of him: an incline that he could not possibly overcome, it was simply impossible. Pedro couldn't really ask Toby to carry him up there. Even without a rider, it was an immense effort, a lot of effort, but surely somehow possible. But with this young man on his shoulders, no matter how attractive he was, it was simply not possible. Toby was by no means fresh and rested, but the voice came from the saddle anyway: "Come on, don't be so hesitant. I can only advise you to give it your all if you value your fur. I want to get up there, you shouldn't doubt that, and I'll get up there without taking a single step. Even if I have to beat your fur until it's red: I'll ride you to the top, you can count on that! Come on now, speed up, don't be so lame."

Toby tugged at his wrists again. But there was simply nothing he could do, he was completely at the mercy of this rider. It was simply a hell of a ride. Then he felt the whip, again, again. Pedro had hit him hard straight away to show him his determination. It had worked, because his riding slave didn't even slow down when the path got steeper. Nevertheless, his rider gave him a few more powerful kicks. It worked surprisingly well, Pedro could literally sense Toby's panic coming on, and that was a good thing, because "panic" could release enormous forces that the rider could use to his advantage.

Pedro could not sit back quietly, but it was enough for now if he guided his stallion with the reins and only occasionally gave short kicks with the spurs. Toby fought against himself, fought like a lion against his exhaustion. He knew that a collapse would not do him any good, his rider would beat him in anger until he was back on his feet. Then he would immediately get back in the saddle without being interested in Toby's condition.

End of Part 9

We are slowly coming to the end of the story, I think there will be two more parts, that's it!

No, Toby is a good-looking man, 38 years old. He is almost 190cm tall, athletic, and goes to the gym three times a week. His skin color is white, as you correctly guessed. He works in a bank, where he is a respected, nice colleague. He can get involved with men and women.

In young women, he is attracted to beautiful, well-groomed feet, so he has a pronounced foot fetish. This is not the case with men, but he still likes it when they smell good.

Nobody really knows about his inclination. But sometimes it comes over him, then he just wants to do horse things, and also be a slave. He was really lucky with Pedro, everything just fit.

Max

Then I don't want to keep you in suspense any longer, I've finished the story, there are two more parts, I'll post the rest in the next 60 minutes!
I'm glad you enjoyed reading it!
Max

Part 11
Pedro had to smile again, because he had cleverly put Toby in a situation where he had no choice. The fact that he even "happily" wanted to act as Pedro's male organ-sucker only showed that he had fully understood the hopeless situation. With this in mind, he would certainly do his best with what was to come. "Then come here, stay on your knees and then you can unpack and start right away!" But when Pedro saw how laboriously his slave crawled towards him with his hands tied: "I'd be happy to help you too, that way it'll be a bit easier for you." Then he opened his fly and took out his no longer completely soft male organ, placing it so that Toby could put it in his mouth without much effort. He did this straight away, and without delay began to suck rhythmically and stroke the tip of the male organ with his tongue.

Now Pedro's male organ naturally stretched to its full length. Toby's enthusiasm increased even further, he immediately showed what additional talents he had. You just had to guide him, and then everything worked out very well. Pedro was initially still hesitant about whether he wanted a man between his legs, because he wasn't gay. But when it came to giving a blowjob, it wasn't really that important whether it was a man or a woman, the main thing was that it was done well. Then the gender was quickly forgotten... and Toby did it well, very well in fact. It would be a nice quickie after all the exertion. That was exactly what Pedro had in mind.

Now he put another leg over Toby's shoulder, bent it a little so that his slave could not under any circumstances dodge when things got serious. What Pedro couldn't know, of course, was that Toby had no intention of "dodging", on the contrary: he was already looking forward to the ejaculation that was sure to come soon. But now he even had a bare leg next to his face, and could feel the muscles of his thigh when Pedro set a rhythm for him with very light, almost gentle kicks with his spurs. Both felt that they were now approaching the finish line.

Pedro let out a horny cry, pushed his stiff member a little deeper into Toby's mouth, remained completely still for a moment, then 5 or 6 powerful spurts of semen were released. He felt like he was going to explode, this wonderful, liberating climax was so intense. Every last drop landed in Toby's mouth, and he swallowed it all in one go. It was anything but unpleasant for him to take in the semen of this beautiful, young rider.

Toby hadn't been able to rest in the last few minutes, but he still had a good feeling. Pedro also needed a few minutes to collect himself. He hadn't expected such an amazing experience that morning, it was a very pleasant surprise, he was very satisfied. Now he wanted to think about the day's events for a while, enjoy the moment, and then ride back. The way back was not so strenuous for Toby, Pedro would let him trot at a gentle pace and had no intention of pushing him to further heights. If he ever needed a break, they would just stop for a few minutes. His now patient rider could still stay in the saddle.

So the journey back was without any further highlights, and shortly before nightfall, horse and rider were back on the small farm. Pedro unsaddled his two-legged friend and even rubbed the sore spots with horse ointment. He was well looked after in his box with everything else. Then they let the day end in peace. Tomorrow Toby would operate the juice press. This was a job that a donkey was usually used for, but since Toby was available, he could also make himself useful and turn the press wheel for a few hours.

In the evening, Pedro spoke to his aunt and told her what he had experienced there at the weekend. She was really jealous and had said straight away that she would have liked to have cracked the whip from the sulky at this stallion. "What a pity, what a pity!" was all she said. She thought it was a good idea to have him work at the juice press for a few more hours. With this boring but exhausting turning in circles, even a donkey always needed a bit of encouragement with the whip, and Toby was certainly no different. If he had turned up a few weeks later, Pedro could have harnessed him to the plough and driven him across the small field, or helped with the grape harvest. She would have loved to sit on his shoulders. "What a pity, what a pity!" she said again.

And so the agreed weekend was over quickly. Toby gave Pedro a heartfelt kiss on the testicles as he left, thanked him, then grabbed his backpack and soon disappeared over the horizon.

END OF STORY

Thank you!

Max

Wow, Sir luckyone840 is really a careful reader! Good questions! I suggest some answers, may I? In chapter 4 is laid out, that Toby still could use its hands: "he was able to bring them forward and use them." The dehydration is more difficult, since the wonderful ride to the climax is set from dawn til dusk. Probably the mentioned "juice press" in the last chapter is meant to be Pedros "recycled" water nourishing his pony. Pedros organ seems to be well known for Toby anyway. Yep. suggestions. I adore Pedro! Thank you Max for that story!

I think the part I liked most is the part of his hands tied behind the whole time, he had to rely solely on the strength of his neck, so cruel and yet so sexy at the same time!

Max wrote:

These are certainly two "weak points" in the story. But it would be inappropriate for the author to come up with explanations after the fact.

In another story of mine, the rider took water for himself and then "reused" it when his bladder was full and the riding slave was getting thirstier. With this story, I still have the feeling that it wouldn't have really worked.

I would have chosen a different solution for the hands today. Toby is allowed to put his strong hands on Pedro's thighs (I think he would have liked that), then his rider ties his wrists together - sitting in the saddle. Then he is on the one hand immobilized, his hands have to stay where they are, and on the other hand his flanks remain unprotected, so his rider's spurs are very easy to reach.

We know that Toby, despite his enormous strength, is not a violent person, but he loves being Pedro's riding horse and doesn't want to carry another rider. But of course you never really know "what's going on in a slave's brain", especially if the rider is very energetic and ambitious and hasn't known his two-legged stallion for very long. In such a case, a certain amount of caution is certainly necessary.

The story is written without AI, by the way, it's purely hand and brain work.

Max

Max wrote:

These are certainly two "weak points" in the story. But it would be inappropriate for the author to come up with explanations after the fact.

In another story of mine, the rider took water for himself and then "reused" it when his bladder was full and the riding slave was getting thirstier. With this story, I still have the feeling that it wouldn't have really worked.

I would have chosen a different solution for the hands today. Toby is allowed to put his strong hands on Pedro's thighs (I think he would have liked that), then his rider ties his wrists together - sitting in the saddle. Then he is on the one hand immobilized, his hands have to stay where they are, and on the other hand his flanks remain unprotected, so his rider's spurs are very easy to reach.

We know that Toby, despite his enormous strength, is not a violent person, but he loves being Pedro's riding horse and doesn't want to carry another rider. But of course you never really know "what's going on in a slave's brain", especially if the rider is very energetic and ambitious and hasn't known his two-legged stallion for very long. In such a case, a certain amount of caution is certainly necessary.

The story is written without AI, by the way, it's purely hand and brain work.

Max

I really enjoyed this story and the final episode seemed both very exciting and highly appropriate.

It is a pity that the juice press work, ploughing (both long-held dreams of mine) and cart pulling (which I have done!) could not be covered, too, but I suppose that they do not really fit in this forum.

A shame!

You've chosen a nice beginning!
Yes, I would be happy if you have something else "in the pipeline" and continue the story, perhaps under a separate title, but that's left to the author's imagination, of course.
Max