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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for AmraPus | November 2020 | 4898 Words

The sun just began to peek over the horizon, spreading warm tendrils of light over the Lazy Acres Kink Ranch and Day Spa. Waddling precariously, a small-statured critter hobbled his way out from an oversized chicken coop. The previously fluffy-furred corgi, living out a once-in-a-lifetime vacation, had a proud honor despite assuming the position of a lowly bird brain at the premier pet-play weekend retreat. Just a day earlier, he had been shaved down to skin and fitted with a sleek rubber suit, a rubber hood designed to look like a rooster, complete with wattle and comb, carefully fitted over his head and locked into place. His legs had been strapped into three-taloned paw-mitts, forcing him to take slow and deliberate steps. With his arms bound behind his back like wings, the little corgi was all but forced to bob and strut like a proud cock on the walk.

As he wobbled and bok'ed out of the coop, he carefully mounted a small raised wooden platform, just as the sun began to rise in the sky. A single microphone and stand were waiting for him as he approached, cautiously pecking at the on switch until the light blinked red. The rooster nervously cleared his throat, looked over his shoulder, before opening his beak with a shrill crow.

"COCK-A-DOODLE DOOOOO!" Of course, the noise came out less recognizable words and more approximations of the sounds a rooster would make. Simultaneously, the noise echoed through public address speakers strategically set throughout the ranch, echoing and reverberating in the metal barns and buildings. Inside Pony Stables #4 - Lifer Unit, the blaring wakeup call pinged through each of the horse stalls, awakening a certain horsey boy with a startle and a confused neigh.

Amra, the plump lion shifted awkwardly in his horse tack as he hung precariously in the position he'd fallen asleep in last night. The sandy-pelted horse boy moaned, his black-leather harness that had been applied a week earlier was attached to a sort of makeshift rope sling built into the walls and floor of the private stall room, allowing him to rest the weight of his chest as if he laid upon a hammock. Of course, the position, bent over at the hips, legs dangling down and wrists trussed to his chest in a perfect prance position, only left the hefty horse's taught and meaty rump vulnerable for anyone who wanted to play with him. The only change since his illegal transfer from the Bar'N'Yard Kink Ranch was that his tight-fitting tail plug had been replaced by a clip-on tail, with frequent use of his taught little hole to make up for the lack of constant pressure.

It had been a week since Amra had been accidentally sold off to Lazy Acres. His original weekend stay on a nearby ranch as a work-horse was expanded indefinitely, a stray mark on the paperwork caused him to have been permanently marked as livestock, mistaken for someone selling themselves into lifelong slavery. With each passing day, the lion grew more and more disheartened that he might never get out. He had hoped someone would remove the bit and bridle from his mouth, at the very least to clean him up. Then maybe he could explain that there had been a mistake. Those hopes were dashed after his caretaker simply took a hose to the musky lion, leaving him harnessed and tacked the whole time. It wouldn't be so bad, forced to pull the plow and work on the ranch's many farm plots, were it not for the incessant throbbing between his legs.

Amra whined as he felt himself tense up inside of his tight metal cock cage, blushing as his morning wood quickly got the better of him. The one thing that was missing from his sale was the damn key that could unlock him. He'd heard his overseer, the blue-furred rat ranch hand Cruz, idly commenting aloud to the others in his barn that they just couldn't find the key, so better to leave it on than risk damaging the cute horsey boy with an angle grinder. Of course, in private, he confessed to the emasculated lion that he enjoyed keeping him pent up. Made him work harder and beg louder when it came time to fuck him. Not like he could tell anyone either.

Outside his private stall, Amra could hear the morning bustle of the ranch hands, working through their daily chores, cleaning stalls and occasionally having their way with one of their preferred ponies. But the tacked up lion could also hear the voice of his overseer outside his door, the rat chatting with someone as they walked down the rows and rows of stalls.

"Yeah, he's been settled in just fine since he got here. Hasn't said more than neigh and whinny."

"Well, perhaps if he's a good boy, he'll get a chance to speak." That voice sounded familiar. Something vague in his mind as he tried to place it. "I'm glad you've been taking care of him. I wanted another go at the handsome hoss."

"Take as long as you want with him, you paid for the morning. Alright, here we are, Stall 44. Big Dumb Hoss." Amra blushed and snorted at the name, knowing his silly little weekend name was now permanently appended to him. The lock on the door threw with a click, opening wide to let the morning light in. "Rise 'n shine, hossy boy. You've got a visitor today."

"Hey boy." Peeking back over his shoulder, Amra blushed a dark red under his hood as he recognized the white-furred wrist of the hooved hand petting him. The lush brown-furred arm was attached to Dante, the Clydesdale overseer of Amra's previous ranch, whose minor oversight had doomed the poor horse-boy to a lifetime of servitude. "Mmmm... you're looking good, they've been feeding you well here." He smirked as he gave the hefty horse's flanks a slow and sensual rub down, causing Amra to gasp out a low and shy whinny, unable to move as he straddled the harness holding him up.

"Mnnnpfh?! Nnngh!" Amra gasped and shuddered as he felt Dante's firm fingers and fluffy wrists caressing against his rump and back as he began to survey the captive horse. Fingers gently teased and toyed with his rump, spreading aside his thick cheeks forcefully as he examined his captive little pony. The Clydesdale stallion nickered to himself as he ran two fingers down the cleft of the boy's ass, allowing them to gently circle the raw and sore pucker.

"Aww, what's wrong, Big Dumb Hoss? Does that feel good?" Dante cooed softly as he withdrew his fingers, the tips slick with cum from other ranch hands as he did. "Heh. Can't keep them off you, huh?" Dante grinned and licked his fingers softly before reaching down to unzip his fly, his free hand gently caressing the blackened brand that Cruz had burned onto his rump a week prior. By now, the wound had healed to a lovely dark, the clear L and A of the Lazy Acres ranch marking him as livestock property now and forever. "Mmm... not like you can, nobody could mistake who owns you with a brand this well placed. The nervous and flustered lion gasped and whined at the reminder of his permanent new home, his feet giving an apprehensive clip-clop as he balanced precariously on the sling.

"Mnnnpfh? Mnnn!" Amra whined as he felt Dante's rugged jeans fall down about his ankles, followed shortly by the hefty stallion shaft tapping and grinding against the presented horse's rump, teasing up between the flowing horsehair tail that offered barely a modicum of privacy to the well-loved hindquarters.

"Awww, don't worry, boy. I'll go easy on you. And maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a treat if you behave." Dante draped his powerful frame over Amra's back, the 6'2" stallion slowly hotdogging his cock against Amra's ass as he leaned forwards against the chubby lion's body. The sling ropes creaked at the added weight, but it held as the Clydesdale leaned forward and presented something over Amra's right shoulder. Dangling in the relative darkness, flitting with little sparkles from the overhead safety lights in his room, was a small padlock key. The same kind of key used on the cute boy's chastity cage, and even on the rest of his tack! Was this THE key? "How about you be a good boy for me," Dante's remaining hand strained to reach the opposite direction, down between Amra's legs and giving a grope to the boy's tightly caged chastity device. "And I'll hand this over to your rancher..."

Feeling his former handler's hands groping against the cool steel of his cage, cajoling and teasing softly, Amra gasped and moaned at the little tugs to his cock cage, nodding sheepishly at the offer. Dante didn't even need to reinforce the behavior, he could already feel Amra's eager rump pressing back against his throbbing footlong shaft, the medial ridge gently teasing his pucker all the while. Lining up nice and slow, the Clydesdale put pressure firmly on the lion's tight little hole, a whinnying gasp moaning out from his bit-gagged muzzle as the horse's massive cock slowly sank inside. Smooth as butter, the flared cockhead disappeared inside Amra's well-loved pucker, the lion's eyes going wide and crossed as he felt himself take yet another thick shaft.

"Mmmm... ohhh they loosened you up good, didn't they, Big Dumb Hoss?" Unintentionally, Amra's hooved boots clip-clopped softly on the floor as if to answer yes, his body lifted and relaxed on the swing as Dante thrust slow and steady, pushing his hefty length deeper and deeper, inch by inch. It wasn't the most comfortable fuck he'd ever had, with only a little precum and earlier dumps inside him as lube, but soon Dante's heavy cock bottomed out at his balls, allowing the massive Clydesdale to begin thrusting along the whole length. "Ohhh... god that's good."

Amra gasped and moaned, his body quivering and clenching on his former ranch hand's shaft, the slow and rhythmic thrusts in and out causing the poor boy to twitch and jerk as his prostate was assaulted from behind. There was no hiding it, a little dribble of precum welling up inside of the boy's chastity cage as his stallion plunged in and out, soft wickers of pleasure coming straight from the horse's mouth. All the while, the lion closed his eyes, a dumb grin of pleasure and lust growing on his face as he tried to focus on the welled-up need in his loins. Maybe this time would be different? Maybe he would cum hands free? Especially with the stallion's force behind him.

Picking up speed, Dante groaned and snorted out his nose as his thrusts hit a canter, hips pounding rhythmically on Amra's meaty flanks as he bounced helpless on the sling. Eyes rolling back in his head, the tacked-up lion moaned and shuddered, riding his bucking bronco as his forceful thrusts reached a gallop. Hot air huffed out of Dante's mouth and nose as his balls rhythmically slapped against the helpless horese's. It was too much to bear, a gasping whinny welling up in Amra's throat as he felt himself suddenly dry orgasm. Barely a dribble of seminal fluids drooled from the tip of his cock cage, a lewd display as he felt the orgasm rack his form, ass clenching tight just as Dante couldn't hold himself back any longer. Rearing his head back, the Clydesdale whinnied loud enough to shake the room, his hefty horse cock pounding out thick ropes of sticky and hot seed deep inside the helpless beast's tender hole.

Collapsing against Amra's back, Dante was left nickering and gasping for air, the best fuck he'd had in ages. Amra gasped and clenched a little, huffing as his strange and pitiful caged orgasm left him unsatisfied, while the added weight atop him only forced him to gulp for air. When the Clydesdale had recovered, his footlong shaft relaxing to a modest eight inches, he gently pulled back, allowing himself to slop out of the broken and ruined tailhole.

"Mmmm... that's a good boy... ohhh good boy." Catching his breath, he reached down to his pants, wiping off the spatters of warm cum that had dribbled down onto his pants around his ankles. Taking his own seed, the powerful Clydesdale stallion wiped off his sticky cum on Amra's blackened brand-mark, making sure to grind the seed in like a permanent claim to his favorite little fuck-colt before tugging his pants back up and tucking in his button-down shirt. "I think you've earned a little treat." With a smirk, the stallion noticed the dribble of precum dangling precariously off Amra's cock cage, adding, "Hmm. And maybe a suggestion from me."

Straightening his shirt, Dante gave one last goodbye pat to his favorite little hobbled horse, before calling out to Cruz. They talked in the hallway, just out of earshot of the exhausted and abused Amra, leaving the helpless lion time to relax and rest. After a few minutes, he heard the door open, the blue furred rat chuckling as he saw the mess that was left behind in the stall.

"Well, well, well... seems like someone got a good review. Dante said you were the best ride he's had in a long time." Slowly, the rat began to pet and brush down Amra's coat, smiling as he worked the knots and tousles out of the lion's sandy-blonde mane. "He even said you should have a chance to prove yourself on the farm..." With a grin, Cruz held up the key in front of Amra's face. "How would you like to see if those needy little foal-makers are up to the task of being a breeding stud?"

This suggestion seemed to come out of left field, especially considering Cruz had a reputation for meanness. And depending on who you asked, downright cruelty. But here he was, offering a kidnapped victim a chance to better himself on the farm! And as a breeding stud no less? That certainly sounded like one of the cushiest jobs. Amra wickered and clip clopped as hard as his precariously balanced hooves would let him as Cruz slowly undid the restraints, bringing him back up to a standing position and gathering up his reins in his hands.

Leading him along, still dribbling hot cum out his ass and down his thighs, Amra was walked the short distance to the breeding shed. Usually breeder studs were the cream of the crop, the best plowers or show horses, their semen collected and sold to high bidders who wanted to own their own piece of a pony they took a fancy to. More often than not, however, breeders were used to provide simple corrections to unruly lifers, their squirming bodies stuffed inside an artificial mare and forced to endure round after round of brutal abuse. As Amra walked into the breeding shed, he was met by wary stares from the other animals; a bemused whinny from a stallion balls deep in a struggling artificial mare, and a snorting dismissal from an ox on all fours being massaged for collection.

Amra nickered nervously as he was brought along the rows of cum stained milking apparatuses, a dumb-happy and eager grin under his hood as he realized for the first time in over a week he'd get the chance to relieve himself. His tender cock, still throbbing in his cage after the long and deep pounding it took, bounced softly in his cock cage as he was positioned in front of stall number four. Inside sat several different tools: a standard suction milking machine, a set of electrojack dildos, and of course, a rubbery and slick artificial mare just waiting for him to saddle up and slow-fuck.

Crus attached Amra's reins to a hitch suspended from the ceiling, spreading his legs and locking each one down to rings set into the floor. This gave him just enough play to move his hips about, without getting any silly ideas.

Once he was secured, Cruz knelt and gently fondled his cock cage, fingers softly caressing the lock as he said, "Alright Big Dumb Hoss... let's go ahead and get yo- Oh." A broad grin curled across the rat's face as he pushed the key against the lock, giving it a few prods into the hole before saying aloud, "Would you look at that? It doesn't fit... Boy, Dante's sure gonna be mad when I tell him that he brought the wrong key!"

"Mnnnn... Mnnnpfh!" Somehow, even with his mind muddled by the arousal throbbing in his loins, Amra didn't quite believe that Dante had been truthful about bringing the right key. But as he tossed aside the useless key, the blue furred rat chuckled, giving his pony boy a little jostle of the cage.

"Awww... are you disappointed, handsome? Don't worry... We can still see if you're stud material." Amra's eyes went wide behind his tight-fitting horse hood, a nervous whinny escaping his mouth as Cruz picked up a thick metal plug Attached to two long leads that ran back to a black metal box mounted on the wall. A second wire, this one ending with a vicious looking alligator clamp, occupied his right hand. "We'll just have to do it hands-free." Amra whimpered, his hoof boots clippy-cloppying shy little taps on the ground as he tugged at his restraints nervously, whimpering as he watched his handler kneel down in front of him and grip for his cock cage. Carefully, Cruz slipped the alligator clip up against Amra's cock cage, the very tip of the vicious clamp catching on the metal ring securing the chastity cage to his testicles. The lion breathed a deep sigh of relief as he realized the clamp didn't catch skin when it locked firm against the metal ring. But that worry was soon replaced with a deep dread as he felt the rat press the bulbous metal anal plug up against his rump.

Swirling the tip in the dribble of horsecum still clinging like dew to his tender ass, the rat began to press the thick plug in, only to pause as the resistance got too firm, pulling it back out teasingly. Slowly but surely, he loosened the already broken hole, the heft and solid metal build of the plug so much different from a cock, even one as massive as the horse he'd just taken. But after a few exploratory pushes, the horseyboy yelped out a little whinny as the metal plug finally seated deep inside his body, resting perfectly against his prostate.

"There we go, Big Dumb Hoss... nice and full... does that feel good?" Amra hesitated as he got used to the filling sensation but let out a soft little whinny and hoof-clop to signal he wasn't in any distress... yet. "Good boy..." The ranch hand gave one last parting pat to his horse before following the wires over to the box perched on the wall. A series of dials and buttons studded out from the machine, and even before Cruz had tuned any of them, just hitting the power button sent a wave of strange tingling through his loins. "Just relax now... we'll get you to cum real easy, hossy boy..."

A devilish grin grew on Cruz's face as the rat slowly thumbed the large dial, Amra's eyes going wide as he felt the first humming sensation of electricity curling off the thick plug in his ass, contracting his tight pucker by force and caressing over the pleasure button of his prostate in such unnatural and beautiful ways. A halting whine caught in the lion's throat as his wide eyes watched the knob slowly turn up, and up, and up... the first arcing connections of electricity catching between the lead on his cock cage and the thick plug. Suddenly, his loins were alight with a burning fire, the horse gasping and moaning as he felt the rhythmic contraction of all his muscles all at once, working over his most intimate sexual organs from his prostate, all the way to his tight-squished cock and balls. Like a milking machine, the electricity ebbed and flowed, forcing the tacked up horsey boy to pace restlessly in the few inches of space he was allowed, hips contracting and easing as the frequency worked up harder and harder. Every gasping moan, every uncomfortable shift, only served to underscore the roiling electricity coursing through Amra's loins as the electrojacker did its work.

And all the while, Amra was stuck watching as his cruel ranch hand stood by the electrical box, slowly turning the knob up... and up... and up... His free hand unzipping his dusty work jeans to get a good, firm fondle of his groin, lewdly starting to jerk off at the pitiful display. Amra whimpered as he felt the eyes of the other livestock fall upon his body, each one grinning as they got a show from another hapless pony who thought being a cum stud would be a breeze. Embarrassed, he began to feel the growing and welling flush within his loins, the horse shifting to and fro on his hooves before a neighing gasp caught in his throat. Pent up and used for over a week, Amra gasped as his hips doubled over as far as the restraints allowed, a hot and thick spatter of the horse's cum drooling out of his straining little cock. The first spurt managed to clear his cock cage, a thick rope of hot cum spattering against the floor in front of him. Subsequent forced spurts could only drool out his cock like a pathetic dribble of cream, falling in a puddle between the good little stud's hoof boots.

But as the orgasm faded to afterglow, Amra let out a panicked yeowl as he watched Cruz slowly turn the knob on the box, the dial cranking up three more notches. Electricity coursed through the boy's agonized loins as the rat crooned softly aloud, one hand still on his cock.

"Ohhh, little slutty pony... you thought you were done... milking needs to happen in volume..." Grinning broadly as he watched the panicked pony start to shuffle in place, his face flush and sweaty under the hood as he realized there would be no release from the electrojacker. "I reckon on your first day we can get five... maybe six good cums out of you before you go dry. But that's not gonna be nearly enough to justify keeping ya as a stud."

Amra whimpered as he leaned into the restraints, his nostrils flaring behind his tight-fitting pony hood as he felt the exhaustion set in from so many uncontrolled milkings. The floor below him was stained again and again with hot cum, some dried by now, but most thick and gooey from having congealed in the time it took for Cruz to force his orgasms out. For his part, Amra did better than expecting, lasting a whole eight orgasms in a row. Of course, by then he was left exhausted, broken and whimpering, the last and final orgasm barely causing his cock cage to squirm as he hit the electrically forced high.

"There we go, Big Dumb Hoss..." Carefully undoing the leads, Cruz thumbed over the warm metal plug in his rear, giving the lip a teasing tug with his finger and feeling the firm resistance of the clenched-tight pucker holding it in. "That wasn't so bad was it?" Amra could hardly manage an exasperated huff out his nostrils, his shaved mohawk of a mane bent floppily over his face as he turned his head to try and look at the rat. "We'll leave the plug in for a while, give you a chance to relax... but about your performance today..."

"Mnnnnpfh..." Amra grunted, snorting out his nose as he squeezed on the offending plug, gasping at the sensation of his ranch hand squeezing his balls nice and firm.

"I don't think you're quite cut out to be a stallion stud, big hossy..." Letting go, Amra could hear something strange happening just out of his line of sight, something elastic stretching and squeezing. "But I think you've got a promising career pulling the plow for us here on the ranch. We just gotta take care of one small distraction." The elastic noise grew, like a rubber band stretching to its finest, before suddenly and rather distressingly... SNAP! The lion gasped and shook his shackled leg furiously as he felt something tight snap around the base of his balls, right below the ring which held his chastity cage in place. The poor boy whinnied and mewled into his bit gag, gasping at the sensation on his aching and taught balls. "There we go, boy... we're gonna make you into a lovely little gelding. You'll be nice and docile in no time. No more needing to worry about rutting or orgasms. Just plow the fields, and bulk up for more muscle and fat."

Nobody had mentioned anything about being too overly-sexual, but Amra couldn't help but wonder if it was a losing proposition no matter what he did. Nervous and shy little whines caught the horseyboy's throat as he felt his legs, and then his reins, unhitch from their restraint points. Putting his weight back on his wobbly legs, the tacked-up loin whined and kicked, brushing his thighs past the bound up balls, knowing that in an hour's time they would be cold and useless, the throbbing ache he felt already beginning to turn cooler and tingling harder with each passing second. Cruz smiled, taking the boy's reins and slowly leading him out of the breeding shed, the other breeder animals chuckling under their tack as Amra shyly vacated their presence.

Headed back to the barn, Cruz was close to getting the little gelding-to-be back to his stall, when he noticed something off down the road. A truck was delivering some hay and bedding, offloading it on the side of the road next to a barn. Of course, he'd been attentive at the earlier staff meeting and realized that barn didn't need to get the load for today, it was supposed to go to the livestock pens. Quickly wrapping his horse's reins to a fence post, the ranch hand rat gave Amra a little rub on the snout.

"I'll be right back, boy. Gotta sort something out." Before parting, he bent down to give those purpling balls a firmer squeeze, sending a wheezing little whine through the horse's mouth. "Don't you go losing these all the way before I get back now, y'hear?"

Left alone, hitched to a fence post, Amra could only whimper as he felt the dull throb ache between his thighs. It was no use trying to use his legs or thighs, the band was on too tight. Yet at the same time, his hoof-mitted wrists were tied up to D-rings set into his chest harness, keeping a perfect prance position, but also ensuring there was no chance he could use his fingers to break free. And even if he could, it's not like the thick rubber band would come off without mechanical help. All Amra could do was try and stay comfy as he felt his manhood slowly ease off into a purple haze, and he allowed himself to become a proper little gelding.

"Huh... Hey Griff." Amra's ears shot to attention, as much as the pony mask would allow, his face flush with sudden embarrassment as he heard a voice he recognized. Amra gasped and clip-clopped himself shyly away from the voice of one of his former coworkers as a round-bellied grizzly bear and his deer companion sauntered up to him. "Check it out, they left one of the ponies out," the polar bear exclaimed, reaching up to pet Amra on the nose. It was clear to the poor lion that his former colleagues were here as tourists, visiting the ranch to take in some of the pony shows.

"Heh, not the only thing they left out, check it out down here." The deer chuckled as he flipped Amra's tail out of the way, exposing the slowly dying balls between his thighs. "Looks like they're castrating this one, poor thing."

"Awww, does that hurt lil' guy?" The bear said, leaning in closer to Amra as he pet down the lion's flowing mane, while the pudgy pony kicked his hoofers uselessly. "He looks like he wants out of that band."

"Too bad that he's gonna lose his manhood. But I suppose they can't all be stallions, huh?" The words stung in Amra's ears as he tried to forget about the looming loss of reproductive privileges. The bear furrowed his brow softly as he rubbed under Amra's chin, squinting his eyes softly as a strange deja-vu hit him.

"...hey, doesn't this pony look a lot like... like Amra?"

"Amra, you mean the guy you work with up in IT?" The deer stood up from giving the dangling balls a little poke so he could take a better look. The lion whinnied in embarrassed distress as the two examined him closer, the only thing keeping them from making the connection was the heavy tack that covered over enough of his body.

"Nah, can't be," commented the grizzly at length, chuckling. "Who in their right mind would give away their lives to live as a gelding horse on some kink ranch? Same build though. I think Amra's doing that whole work from home thing or something, haven't seen him around for a while."

"Must really be a big dumb hoss if he chose to do this... C'mon, we don't wanna be late for the pony show." A few parting pats to his flank, and Amra was left alone yet again, the sights and sounds of the ranch swirling around him as he allowed himself a sigh of relief having successfully evaded his coworkers. That sigh quickly turned to a concerned little whinny as he tried once again, still without success, to kick the band off his balls, whimpering as the little foal-makers began to grow cold and blue between his plow-destined thighs.

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