Meat Puppet
Meat puppet
A long time ago in an age without sound. Amongst the movies and the glories' abound. A little young horse had given me quite the ride. But his techinique I could not abide. Oh, they thought he was funny; well worth a laugh. With the power deep inside his hard shaft. The ladies love him, the equines all gawk. Because he had such a slick length of hot cock.
But this was a story about a secret he kept. So awing in power, it left me bereft. Now, I can say, in all honesty today. What hid behind his smile so gay; Was a demon with a lust, and in the ability of his-I must...
The hour was late in the time of my shock. During the night my body was locked. He had me ensnared by the power of his trick. Even as I was filled out by the flesh of his dick.
Before I could react, he had me as a toy. With a deep blush and a face ever coy. It was a troubling thing, to face this strange rape. Not only helpless, but my asshole now gaped!
I remember that it happened like this; I liked the magician-even shared a kiss. I was so young and I was a fool. My reckless heart had made me his tool. Oh, he liked me, there was no doubt. That must be the reason he sought me out.
In the dark, in the murk, in the fog of one night. I awoke from sleep with an awful fright. I lay immobile in the bed, to my fear. As the silky breath of that equine crept near. In my ass he had his shaft to the hilt. He had impaled a stranger with no guilt. I saw to my surprise; nothing moved but my eyes. The stallion only smiled, his act so reviled.
Why can't I move? Why are my arms still? How can it be I cannot move to my will? I feel so trapped in the prison of my shell. Inescapable form of this hell. Paralyzed on his shaft like a doll. Until I choke and then lose it all.
Then my hand moves, but it left me behind. It was not something I did with my mind! My leg jerks around, and it spasmed out. But I did not move it, nor believed, I did doubt. The brown pinto stud smiles; licks at my ear. And he laughs and he laughs to my confusion and fear.
"You do not realize." He declared with a snort. Ending the silence with such a retort;
"But my phallus has powers unlike those ever known. Even as I speak, I can control you with my bone. I think it will amuse me to give ventriliquism a try. You'll be the dummy on my lap until you die."
And my mouth worked, but no words came out. Not unless he let me on his cock ever stout. So it was weird to see this come around. It was like he had the power-to keep me gagged and bound. He had me enchanted. On his dick ever slanted. To use however he could want. And when he laughed and grinned, it served only to taunt.
To my dread I had found. Like full circle come around. I had no say so I thought fuck it; I just became an equine puppet. On his meat so planted in my ass. He had me held rather fast. I fixated on hate of this cruel painted master. Who spelled out the reason of my disaster.
I felt helpless on his mast; like a puppet on a stick. But instead of a shish kabob, I was riding on his dick!
The next day proved no better as we waited for the curtain call. Firmly planted on his-er-lap, and his squishy balls. Beyond the red fabric, I heard the audience cheer. My eyes were dreary like I was wasted on lots of beer.
The pinto magician; he laughed at the look of my assless pants. But the greater humiliation? His cock would make me dance!
I come to look at this all like I were a nut cracker. But of course being a slave might also be a factor. I could not believe that the horse had all control. All he really did was stick his meat in my hole!
"Hello!" He announced; with a ruffle of his hair.
Then my head spun about all weird with a stare.
"What are you talking about?" He made me reply. But it was not my voice; it was like another guy.
"You're awfully pretentious." The pinto then returned. With his wicked stick, all my insides burned.
"You'd be pretentious if you didn't run around naked all day with humans on your cock."
I did return, but also knowing of his tricks, on the endowment of his dick, I was not the one who talked.
"I think you got that backwards. I'm quite proud to show off how sexy I am."
But it was all a lie! This studly horse with his amused eyes was such a sham!
Well, I remember those times, desperate as they were when I look back. There was no stranger experience than a horse invading my crack. Of course, he also had that ability, should I call it 'horse power'? Whatever I name it, the experience was ever sour.
Being used can leave this icky taste. But how he chose to use it; I though it such a waste. Isn't there a better use for a dick that can hypnotise? I think it better if he used it between someone else's thighs. But being a horse with this strange nagging urge. Of course he'd use it on a man; that's just my dirge.
Many days do I recount his humiliation to such an amount. What a horror beyond horrors to bear. I almost wish he just turned me into his mare!
It is true to his credit-he let me go in a week. He got bored and searched during his sexual peak. I guess now he'll find a mare. And to her surprise when he shoves it in there;
She'll be a stallion's meat puppet, too.