Steve Shows His New Ponyboy

By richard taillon

Published on Feb 3, 2017

Gay

Finally I was there after a two hours drive. I could see the house at the bottom of the mountains, in a very seclusive place. At least he gave good indications because its almost impossible to find it at the end of a dead end road.

As I approached, the house was a one floor building with wings, it seemed well kept. I parked my car in front, you couldn't see the back,a high fence blocking the view.

I was getting nervous now, I was going to see THE ponyboy, Steve talked so much about.

He wanted me to see it, like a gift you want to show to all your friends.

He must have heard me, he opened the main door, showing me in,greeting me, offering a drink. But my mind was on something else. He looked eager also.

-You want to see it?

-I didn't drive all this way for nothing

He directed me to the back door, then into the yard and he opened the barn door.

It was cold,dark and damp but at the end it was brighter, I could see the ponyboy.

It was my first time to experience a living ponyboy, not just a fantasy, in stories, or videos, no a real fucking one.

As we came closer, he started to make noise, he couldn't talk, he had a big gag in his mouth, but he was trying, making loud noises. pulling on his ties, he had a high collar connected to a big beam, a large belt securing his hands on his side.

He was looking at me with pleading eyes.

His legs had heavy metal shackles joined by a short chain.

He was now sweating a lot.

_ Go back to the house, Steve said, make yourself a coffee, while I calm him down, he's not used to visitors.

I went back in the house, still shocked with what I had just seen.

Wondering how somebody would accept to play such a role voluntarely and be subjected to such an experience.

I guess everybody has his tastes, who am I to judge?

I have to tell you how I met Steve, it was online on some fetish site, I'm a married straight guy, my wife is very conservative, we have only vanilla sex, whenever she feels like it, she was my high school sweetheart, now after 5 years, at 23 years old, I'm stuck in a boring marriage, that is why I surf for online sex.

That is how I met Steve, who had wild fantasies like me even though he is gay, I could share with him the wildest dreams, he doesn't judge me, and the same for me, I would tell him about gangbangs, rape, force sex, slavery, involving kidnapped girls with details on their boobs, cunt, asses and he would tell me about his secret desires, his main obsession was about training ponyboys. In spite of our differences, he is older, 45 years, gay, we could confide in each other.

So now he has found a man willing to share his passion live, I wish I could find a woman like that.

Steve called me back from the yard, I gave him the coffee I had prepared and we went back into the yard.

  • I have the boy for a week now, so he's not used to show off his body yet, I didn't tell him you were coming, he's alright now, come you can have a closer view now,

It was true the ponyboy was standing straight, waiting silently.

-You see, said Steve, he has a big gag in his mouth in the form of a dildo, thats why he cant utter human sounds anymore, the high collar prevents him from turning his head, so he has to look forward all the time.

His hands locked in mitts and attached to the wide belt prevents him from touching anything.

He was talking to me like he was showing his car with pride.

-You can touch him if you want, look how nice his cock is, dont be shy, touch him.

The ponyboy was immobile now, I dont like touching other men cocks but it was tempting to do it and must have been humiliating for the boy to be inspected like a piece of meat.

It was soft and wet, quite long, I imagined it must have been very long when hard.

So I felt his balls also, and why not his ass.

The ponyboy stayed still all the time. When Steve made him turn around, I could see angry welts on his back and legs.

He must have been into the scene deeply to go through all that humiliation and pain.

We left him there and went back to the house to finish our coffee.

Steve explained all the training the boy went trough during his first week.

He also talked about what he had planned for the future weeks.

We exchanged thoughts for hours. I promised to come back to see the ponyboy progress

Next: Chapter 2


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