Page 68 of Enthrall Shadows
I knew how to punish these little minxes.
I ordered them to be silent and had them follow me inside the luxury stables, where I had them kneel on the hay.
They watched fervently as I led three ponies out of their stalls—tall, lean young men whose appetites for play were as frisky as you’d expect. These thoroughbreds had donned black latex that crisscrossed their firm chests and thighs.
I removed the bits from each of their mouths and led the fine specimens of manhood into the center of the stable, lining them up. I demanded they straighten their spines and stand ready for my inspection.
One by one, I eased off their cod pieces, allowing each thoroughbred’s phallic greatness to rise free.
Gently, with my whip, I teased each erection, tickling, stroking with the curled strap. Soon, the well-bred male submissives were swooning and shuddering against my leather strokes, desperate for relief.
I continued to gently trace their balls with the end of the whip, using the same pressure to tease their nipples—deriding them when they moved or twitched or shuddered.
“Move again and you’ll be put back in your stalls!” I scolded.
It was the surest way to turn everyone on—the kind of showmanship worthy of the manor.
Stepping back, I gestured to my subs. “Kneel before each pony!”
My pretty subs rose from where they’d been kneeling and obeyed, hurrying over to bow where I directed them.
Each pony had a sub kneeling before them.
They were all trembling with need, holding it back with the same tension as an arrow being held taut in its bow, poised for release.
“You may begin,” I said. “Show us how well trained you are. I expect the best performance.”
My ingénues gratefully lapped at the balls of their chosen one, masterfully taking their precious gift in their mouths, a cock for each.
Sensual moans and groans rose in the air, blending like an erotic symphony. The men’s erections received lavish, feverish attention, tongues gliding over each tip until there came a perfect rhythm of each submissive delivering a topnotch blowjob.
The ponies were striving to obey and not move.
They were being used and played with like the toys they were.
The erotic scene exploded into a frenzy of want.
“Time to fuck,” I said. “Stay with your partner at first. Then you may share.”
Observing from a corner of the stables, I savored the way they maintained their pleasant forms. Training ensured the orgy unfolded in a somewhat organized fashion.
I saw toned bodies interwoven with flashes of silver harnesses, the rising and falling of pounding buttocks. The females had their thighs spread wide to encourage deep penetration from their lovers.
Male and females intermingled in a sea of fucking.
Some rode their pony cowboy style, and others wildly pummeled the other into the hay.
One couple formed the sixty-nine position as they exquisitely devoured what lay between their partner’s thighs.
A tableau of wanton lust and greed unfolded before me as an exchanging of partners came next, the couples writhing in a prism of colorful, erotic pleasure.
I felt my own arousal pleasantly stirring.
Richard Booth suddenly appeared, standing beside me.
I’d not heard him enter over the din of moans.
He watched the exquisite scene with quiet intrigue.
