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Transformed Into A Permanent Chastity Pony Boy Part 4
🕑 Added 2024-09-17 18:48:54 +0000 UTC
Alex stood in his stall, feeling the tension rise in his body as his gaze drifted to the enormous breeding bull next to him. The ponyboy was restrained by heavy shackles and chains, its immense form barely contained. Even in this state, the bull’s power was undeniable, its massive cock and balls swaying heavily between muscular legs.
As the bull awoke, it let out a deep, guttural sound—a mix of rage and frustration. The chains groaned in protest as the beast thrashed, muscles rippling beneath the tight rubber suit that hugged its frame. It was a display of raw, primal strength, and Alex’s breath caught in his throat. He shivered, a cold sweat trailing down his spine. Glancing down, he realized with a jolt of embarrassment that he had wet himself. The intensity of being near such untamed power made his stomach knot with anxiety.
Through the narrow slits of his hood, Alex watched as Ms. Steele, Yuki, Elise, and five other trainers entered the bull’s stall. Their movements were purposeful, some wielding cattle prods, others gripping leather whips. The air was thick with anticipation, and long tendrils of mist escaped from the bull’s masked nostrils as it panted heavily, exhausted but still burning with energy.
The trainers closed in on the beast, and with practised hands, they began stroking and fondling its massive cock and balls, coaxing the already impressive length to grow even further. The bull’s cock swelled under their touch, thick and veiny, until it stood at an imposing thirteen inches. The trainers teased him mercilessly, whispering promises of submission and pleasure, reminding him of the asses waiting to be claimed by his powerful shaft.
Alex could barely tear his eyes away, his arousal stirring unbidden. His cock strained against the fabric of his suit, growing harder with every second. Watching the trainers work together, attaching additional leashes and shackles to the bull’s hulking form, he couldn’t deny the excitement that coursed through him. The sight of the beast, fully erect and surrounded by skilled hands, stirred something deep within him.
As they began the process of transporting the bull, Alex’s breath quickened. Eight trainers moved in perfect synchronization, guiding the massive creature with expert precision. It was a stunning display of control over such overwhelming power, and the tension in the air was palpable. Alex’s arousal spiked the sight of this muscular ponyboy being led from his stall sparking desires he hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.
He couldn’t believe it—he was undeniably turned on by the sheer magnificence of the bull.
After several minutes Elise entered Alex’s stall and began the morning check. She ensured everything was secure and locked on appropriately. It was during this check that Alex realised the trainers did not view him as a strong ponyboy who needed multiple hands. His ass had two brands on them, "Pony Slave 433" and "Non-Breeding”.
Elise stood over Alex, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she gave his balls a firm, deliberate squeeze. The sharp sting made him flinch, but her mocking laughter cut through any sense of relief he might have hoped for.
"Look at this pathetic cock and these useless little balls," she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Nothing more than food for the pigs." Her words stung, but the shame somehow only hardened him further. Elise's skilled hands worked with precise cruelty, twisting and manipulating his balls until his body betrayed him, arousal throbbing through him despite the humiliation.
Without another word, she attached the reins to his harness, yanking it roughly as she pulled him toward the exit. "It’s time for you to learn your place among your kind, Alex," she said, her tone leaving no room for question. The threat hung in the air, unsettling him, but he had no choice but to follow.
Outside, they arrived at a large, caged area. The tension in Alex’s gut tightened. Trainers were already gathered, their eyes fixed on him. Yuki stood by the door, unlocking it with a slow, deliberate motion as Elise led him inside. He glanced around, unsure of what they were all waiting for, but the ominous sense of anticipation only made his pulse quicken.
Elise marched him to the centre of the cage, pushing him down onto a cold iron bench. Without hesitation, she bent him over it, shackling his wrists and ankles to the frame. He was exposed, vulnerable, his body taut with nervous energy.
Yuki approached next, her presence calm and focused. She began to wrap Alex in an intricate web of Shibari rope, each knot tightening with methodical precision. The restraints dug into him, cutting through the thin layer of rubber and biting into his skin. His body strained against the unforgiving bindings, his limbs completely immobilized. His head was forced forward, leaving him with no choice but to face the crowd of trainers.
The tattoos on his exposed ass, "Pony Slave 433" and "Non-Breeding," were on full display for everyone to see, a final mark of his degradation. Yuki stood back, admiring her handiwork before she slipped out of the cage and took her seat beside Ms. Steele. Both women watched him intently, their eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.
Elise didn't waste any time. She dipped a finger into a small jar of lube, spreading it over her fingertip before pressing it against the tight ring of Alex’s ass. His body tensed at the sudden intrusion as she slowly began to work her finger inside him, the slick movement back and forth teasing him. Each thrust was deliberate, calculated to make him feel every inch of her control over him.
"You’ll thank me for this soon enough, slut," Elise whispered into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. Her finger continued its steady rhythm, probing deeper with every stroke, milking him in front of the crowd, their eyes never leaving his helpless form. The humiliation coursed through him, but all he could do was let out a muffled neigh, powerless to resist the overwhelming sensations overtaking him.
Elise chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the show.
Once done, she left the caged area and Alex heard several locks being placed on the cage door.
There was a tense, heavy silence before the dark wooden door in front of Alex groaned open, its beams sliding back to reveal what was on the other side. The air shifted as the crowd hushed, anticipation thick in the room. Then, with a sudden rush of movement, the massive bull stormed through the doorway. The sight of him made Alex's heart race.
The bull was a force of nature, his enormous frame encased in a tight head-to-toe rubber suit, muscles bulging beneath the glossy material. His arms were bound behind him in an armbinder, and his powerful legs were strapped into hoof boots, just like Alex’s own. But it was the grotesque, veined cock between the bull’s legs that sent a jolt of terror through Alex—a thick, monstrous thirteen inches of erect flesh, swinging heavily above boulder-like balls that swayed with every step.
The bull paraded around the cage, its powerful body moving with dominance, chest thrust out in a display of raw physicality. Every step seemed to pound into the ground, shaking Alex’s already fragile sense of composure. He could only stare in helpless dread, watching as the creature moved out of his line of sight, the rubber suit squeaking with every deliberate movement. The crowd roared with applause, cheers and whistles echoing in the air, their excitement palpable.
Alex's breath caught in his throat as the bull approached from behind, the ground vibrating under the creature’s weight. And then, suddenly, the bull’s massive body draped over him, its towering frame pressing down onto Alex’s bound and shackled form. The weight was crushing—like having an entire building collapse on him. He struggled to breathe, his chest pinned under the beast, but the worst had only just begun.
Alex whimpered, feeling the thick head of the bull’s cock probing at the entrance to his ass, the blunt tip pressing insistently against his hole. Fear surged through him, and he let out a desperate neigh, his body shaking with terror. But the bull seemed only more aroused by Alex's cries, and without hesitation, it rammed its cock deep into him, the brutal force of it making Alex’s body seize in agony. The massive shaft tore through him, stretching his insides to the point of unbearable pain, the sheer size of it making it feel like it would rip through his body.
Alex could do nothing—he was completely at the mercy of the beast now mounted on top of him. The bull began to thrust with furious, relentless force, its massive cock pistoning in and out of Alex’s tight, helpless ass. Every thrust sent waves of agony through him, his body jerking against the restraints, but the bull didn’t care. It was lost in its primal need to breed, fucking him with a brutal rhythm that left Alex gasping and sobbing, tears streaming down his face as the beast mercilessly claimed him.
The crowd’s cheers grew louder, their applause turning into frenzied shouts of encouragement as the bull continued to ravage Alex. His cries were drowned out by the noise, his body a mere plaything for the beast that mounted him. Time blurred—minutes felt like hours as the bull's cock relentlessly pounded into him, each thrust feeling like it would split him in two. Despite Alex’s protests, he could feel a long stream of precum coming out of his chastity belt.
After what felt like an eternity—forty agonizing minutes of unrelenting punishment—Alex finally felt the bull’s body tense above him, its thrusts becoming erratic. Then, with a final, deep thrust, the bull came, hot, boiling cum spilling deep into Alex’s abused hole. He could feel the thick, molten liquid filling him, the sheer volume of it unbearable. The crowd erupted in wild cheers, celebrating the bull’s domination as Alex’s body trembled, completely broken.
When the bull finally withdrew, its enormous cock slid out of Alex’s wrecked ass, and a flood of cum immediately leaked from him, hot and sticky against his thighs. He lay there, utterly humiliated, feeling the thick fluid drip from his body. The weight of the shame was heavier than the bull had been. He had been destroyed, not just physically but completely—dominated, used, and degraded beyond anything he could have imagined.
The door creaked open again, and the bull strutted proudly around the court, its massive frame moving with deliberate arrogance. After another lap, it disappeared through the doors, which shut firmly behind it. The silence that followed only made Alex’s humiliation more acute.
As his eyes adjusted, he noticed a camera directly in front of him—recording everything. Every degrading moment, from his helpless position to the brutal pounding he’d endured, had been captured.
When the wooden doors were securely locked, Yuki and Elise re-entered the cage, their movements confident and unhurried. Without a word, they began to untie and unshackle Alex from the bench, releasing him from his bent-over position. His limbs shook as the ropes loosened, his body still trembling from the intense bondage and the merciless fucking he had just survived.
Elise’s voice cut through the heavy silence. "Good ponyboy," she purred, her hand brushing lightly over his sore skin. "You did a fantastic job, trying to fight against the bondage and that relentless pounding from the bull." She smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming. "This promo video will be seen by everyone before the auction this weekend."
The word auction echoed in Alex’s mind, sending a shiver down his spine. Trembling, his body still recovering from the abuse, Alex could barely process the threat of what was to come.
Over the next few days, Alex was meticulously prepared for what lay ahead. Hours were spent polishing his hooves until they gleamed, ensuring his rubber suit clung flawlessly to his body without a single crease. His bondage was expertly tightened, each knot and strap designed to showcase him as the perfect specimen. Every detail was attended to with obsessive care, making him look every bit the obedient ponyboy.
When the time finally came, Alex was led from his stall, bound in ropes and shackles, and secured in the back of a pony box. The tight confinement only heightened his growing anxiety. He could hear the click of heels as Elise and Ms Steele climbed into the front of the jeep, the engine rumbling to life as they began the long drive away from the ranch.
For hours, they travelled, the passing time adding weight to Alex's growing uncertainty. When they finally came to a stop, the anticipation was almost unbearable.
Elise reappeared, opening the back of the box. She wordlessly attached reins to Alex’s harness and led him out, guiding him into a holding pen. His reins were clipped to a sturdy bar, leaving him standing in place, alone and helpless. The minutes stretched on, every second filled with an oppressive sense of dread. What was coming next?
After what felt like an eternity, Elise returned and led him into a small coliseum-like building. The space felt charged, the air heavy with expectation. In the centre of the room, Alex was tethered tightly, bound and displayed for all to see. Elise stepped away, leaving him alone under the glaring lights.
Then, he heard it—the unmistakable sound of bidding. Voices rose and fell, numbers called out in succession. A wave of humiliation crashed over him, the reality of his situation sinking in. Am I really being auctioned off like an animal? The thought swirled in his mind, a mix of disbelief and dread. Or was this just another cruel mind game? Either way, the degradation was real, and the weight of being reduced to a mere object for sale pressed down on him as the bids continued to rise.
Once the bidding ended, Elise and Ms Steele approached Alex with satisfied smirks. Their eyes glimmered with amusement, clearly pleased with the outcome.
"You made more money than we expected," Elise teased, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. Ms Steele glanced down at Alex, her face unreadable except for the slightest curve of a smile. "Be a good pony," she commanded coolly before turning on her heel and walking away without another word. To her, this had been nothing more than a routine business transaction—a cold, calculated sale. Alex wasn’t a person; he was merchandise.
Elise lingered, her touch suddenly intimate as her hand slid between his legs. She fondled his balls with deliberate slowness, her fingers expertly teasing his sensitive skin. Leaning in close, her breath hot against his ear, she whispered, "Be careful what you wish for, pony." Her words sent a shiver down his spine. "Your new owners promised to send me pictures of you… settling into your new role."
Her laugh was soft, almost affectionate, but the malice behind it was unmistakable. The future loomed over Alex, the reality of his new life sinking in as Elise’s words echoed in his mind. He was no longer just bound—he was owned.
As Alex stood there, dazed and vulnerable, a group of large men approached him. Their voices carried thick Middle Eastern accents, their faces stern and unyielding. Without hesitation, they attached reins to his harness, roughly pulling him forward. The harsh crack of a whip followed, the sting biting into his skin as they shouted commands in a language he couldn’t understand.
Alex moaned in desperation, struggling to comply, trying to guess what they wanted. Each step was met with another sharp lash of the whip, the pain searing through his body. He stumbled, trying to move faster, but the more he tried, the more disoriented he became, their anger intensifying with every misstep.
They led him to the back of a pony box, roughly securing him inside before climbing into the front and driving away. The rumble of the engine mixed with the fading sounds of the auction, leaving Alex in stunned silence.
I’ve just been sold… like that, Alex thought, the weight of it hitting him all at once. He was nothing more than a business transaction, a piece of property, a mere ponyboy about to begin a new life somewhere in the Middle East—far from anything he had known, and completely at the mercy of his new owners.
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Sure :) I will add it to the list ❤
Adam Nichols
Could we possibly get one more chapter? See what pony slave 433 is doing in his new home?
