Velvet Stables (2 page)

Balfour Finds An Owner

Prince Prax was up bright and early. He had an appointment with the stable master for a pony. He giggled a little. This wasn’t any ordinary horse, this was a man who lived as if he were a horse.

Prax’s father had sent him to the Velvet Glove from their principality on another planet. To learn about sex. To fulfill that area of his training.

They had been very nice here, even the stern Mal who was to teach him how to dominate his sexual partners had been patient, which he appreciated -- he’d seen how Mal was with most of the people he interacted with.

Nothing had really taken him though until two days previous when a man had come into the dinning salle with two boys on leashes, two puppies. And Prax had learned that there was a whole stable of men who were ponies.

Prax could remember being a boy, his bodyguard on all fours, carrying him around, giving him pony rides. He could remember growing older and indulging now and then in the practice until the day, when he was thirteen, that he had become hard, the sensation of Rodderick’s muscled back beneath his balls, rubbing his cock if he leaned forward, turning him on.

Rodderick had been dismissed, but Prax had never forgotten the feel of muscles and heat beneath him. He’d never known that such a thing existed as men who wished to be ponies and had he known, he never would have dreamed that it would have been accepted that he wished to have such a pony for himself.

Oh, he imagined his father would be quite beside himself, but Prax knew what he wanted and had received no judgment from Mal, only understanding and genuine happiness for him had filled the icy eyes. And perhaps some relief that Mal would no longer have to try to teach him.

Prax wore his best suit, his hair carefully brushed, his hands manicured, his skin soft and supple. He wanted to put his best foot forward, show the ponies he was about to meet that he respected them, had gone all out for them.

He came to a door marked “Velvet Stables” and knocked.

A huge man answered the door, light eyes friendly. “Hello. Are you here to see the ponies?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” He gave a smart bow. “Prince Prax of the Fourth Dynasty of Belogue.”

“Oh. Hi. I’m Bear. Bear of... of... in here. Come on in.” The door was opened wide and he was ushered into a large open room filled with men in bridles. A dozen of them -- tall, short, wide... Amazing.

“Oh...” He couldn’t find the words. They were beautiful, all of them. Heat filled his belly at the sight of them and he swallowed. “Oh, my.”

“Yes, they are good ponies.” Bear nodded, hand dropping to pat the head of one of the men who lived as a puppy.

“May I?” he asked, nodding toward the ponies. At Bear’s nod he went to them. The big pony at the far end interested him the most, so he began at the other end. His father always said that he made his choices too quickly, without truly considering his other options.

They were well-trained, some friendlier than others, some more beautiful. Some came up to him and nuzzled, some shied, hiding behind their manes. Amazing.

He pet them all, stroked their manes and checked their bound cocks, the muscles of their thighs. They were all so beautiful, so wonderful. And the beast at the end was the most magnificent.

He stroked the pony’s long, shining mane. The pony’s eyes were dark, deep, so beautiful, so calm. Prax shivered as he checked out the pony’s cock. Huge and hot, lovely.

“Can I ride him?”’

A red-haired man walked over, dressed in leather, and shook his hand. “Of course you may. Do you prefer all fours or upright? Oh, I’m Andy, by-the-way. Welcome to the stables.”

“Prax.” He shook the man’s hand. “All fours, please.”

“Very nice to meet you.” The man’s hands were unbound, protective leather gloves slid over them. “Down, Balfor.”

The pony moved gracefully, muscles trembling just slightly. “Would you like him saddled or bareback?”

Prax swallowed. He was going to be turned on either way, but bareback... “Will offence be taken if I am aroused to the point of climax?”

“Of course not. All I ask it that you do not pull too hard upon the reins. Balfor has a tender mouth and he is most precious to us.”

The pony blushed dark, head held high.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t want to hurt him.”

He pet the pony again and then mounted, biting his bottom lip as he pressed against the warm muscles. Balfor’s skin was hot against the insides of his legs, against his balls and he suddenly wished he was naked, audience or no.

With only the strictest control, learned at his father’s feet, he managed to keep his hands steady as he picked up the reins. He clicked with his tongue, murmuring forward rather than using his legs or the reins to urge the mount to movement.

The pony moved forward, the motion rocking and swaying, the huge man smooth beneath him. He couldn’t have muted his groan if he’d wanted to as his cock hardened, the roll and heat of muscles beneath his body intoxicating. Prax rolled his body forward, pushing his cock against that heat.

The pony moved a little faster, offering him more sensation, more friction, more motion. He closed his eyes, not caring that he was going to embarrass himself, not caring that his pants could quite possibly be ruined by it. “Don’t stop,” he whispered, rolling with the pony’s movements, breath becoming short as the pleasure centered in his cock and balls.

The motion didn’t stop, went faster in fact, back muscles firm under his ass. He put his hands on the pony’s back, oiled skin sliding beautifully under his palms. He was careful of the bridle, not wanting to pull. His toes curled as he started to gasp, oh he was close, the sensation of riding this beautiful man-pony unbelievable.

The pony bucked a little, pushing into his hands, reminding him that Balfor had a will, a mind.

He shivered, gasped and came. Oh. Oh, it was like magic.

Prax’s hands were trembling as he held the reins properly again and guided the pony back to where they’d started. By the time they were there he’d composed himself and was in love with the large beast that moved beneath him. He stroked Balfor’s flanks. “Good boy.”

The pony rippled beneath his touch, head tossing. So beautiful, so fine.

“I’ll take this one.”

One of the puppy-men yelped, whimpered, vibrating in place.

“Oh, sir. I’m sorry. Balfor’s not up for adoption. He belongs with us. We’ve had him for years.” The red-head shook his head, looked truly sorry.

Bear nodded, leaning to pet the puppies. “We’re looking for a stable hand to care for Bal. Someone to work with us, be part of us. Not a prince.”

It was like a slap in the face. No, a punch to the gut, he actually felt it, a strong pain in his belly. “But you let me ride him” he accused.

“Well, yes. He’s a good ride and neither Bear nor myself ride him often enough. He’s begging for use.”

“I can assure you I’ll give him a good home. He won’t be begging for use in my stable.” Prax stayed atop the pony, refusing to get down. “Money is no object.”

“No. Money is not an object.” Andy gave him a sad smile. “How long will you be at the Glove, sir?”

He blinked back his tears, mind racing. Everyone had their price -- his father had told him that often enough. Still, if this pony were his, he would not sell the beast for any amount. Yet, they had said the pony was begging for use. It would break his heart to leave each day, but it would be worth it, if he could spend time with Balfor.

“I am here indefinitely. Perhaps, if you are quite sure you will not sell him, you will let me come and ride him for you -- give him that use you say he’s begging for.” He continued to pet the pony, in love with the way the long mane and hot skin felt beneath his hands.

Andy and Bear shared a long look. “Perhaps we might offer you something better? There is a suite waiting off the stables. It is not as fine as yours, but if you are interested, you might... enjoy the ponies at your leisure, learn to care for them.”

Prax froze. “Truly?” He could think of nothing he would like better. Oh, his father would no doubt have apoplexy, but he wanted this, wanted it far more than he was afraid of his father.

“If you are interested, yes.”

Bear nodded to Andy, then to him. “Balfor doesn’t let just anyone ride him. You made him glow.”

“The feeling was mutual,” he admitted, though he was sure they had not missed his performance, coming atop the pony’s back, still fully clothed, cock quite untouched.

“I am interested.” He pet Balfor again. “I am most interested in spending my days with these delightful beasts.”

“Well, then, I suppose I should show you to your rooms...” Andy tilted his head. “Unless you’d like to put Balfor through his paces, take care of him?”

“Oh, yes, please -- show me how to take care of him.” Rooms were just rooms, the ponies here were... magic.

“Would you like him to clean you?” Bear’s eyes slid to his crotch. “He has a soft mouth.”

Prax raised his head, refusing to be embarrassed. These people should understand the pleasure the ponies brought him. “I would. Might I... I would like to work naked. With the ponies. If it’s allowed.”

“Of course. However you’re comfortable, Prax. Oh, this is Zim and the pup running with the ponies over there is Zeb. They’re our pups.”

“Hello, Zim and Zeb.” He was going to like it here, he was sure. He could not remember the last time he had found somewhere where he could be comfortable.

He reluctantly slid from Balfor’s back and removed his clothes. He should have felt awkward, being naked among strangers, but the excitement engendered by the ponies pushed any embarrassment he had aside. Coming around in front of the pony, he stroked the lovely face. “How will he clean me with the bridle on?”

“You can remove it, or simply remove the bit and refasten the bridle.”

Balfor nuzzled into his touch, lips moving over his palm.

Prax sighed softly. “Oh... lovely.”

He stroked Balfor a moment longer. “Which does he prefer? And are there treats for him? He’ll deserve a treat when he’s cleaned me.”

Bear smiled. “Oh. I like him, Andy-love. I do. Balfor likes apples and brushing and petting and handjobs and ...”

Andy chuckled, hand on Bear’s arm. “Bal hates the bit, that’s a good treat, right there.”

Prax smiled. “You’re saying I should be careful not to indulge him too much. I shall do my best, though I admit it will not be easy. He is most beautiful.”

Prax had been around real horses all his life, so removing the bit and bridle was no trouble. One of the puppies, Zim he thought, came and took it from him, eyes watching him.

“You can pet them, if you want. They’re good boys.” Bear gave him another smile, sweet and dear.

Balfor nuzzled his belly, his hip.

“Thank you,” he gave the pups a smile, but he would have to step away from Balfor to pet them and he couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t do it. “Clean me, Balfor.”

Oh. Oh, they hadn’t lied. The pony’s mouth was gentle, hot, pure velvet against him, tongue and lips against his balls, his shaft. He moaned, petting Balfor’s mane.

Balfor shivered, lips taking his cock in deep. He cried out, hand fisting in the long mane, the other petting and petting the beautiful face. He was hard again, so soon, this beautiful pony making him need, making him need and want so much.

Balfor moaned against him, eyes so wide, so dark. Hungry. Prax began to move, unable to stop himself, fucking the pony’s mouth. Balfor took him in, deep and deeper, no hint of teeth against his shaft.

“Oh, Balfor... Good boy. Such a good... oh...” He was gasping, ready again so soon. He had never been so eager so quickly.

So soft, so hot. Such a good pony. His cock pushed deep, right into Balfor’s throat, and still he was accepted. His hips began to move with more speed, the sensations like nothing he’d ever felt before and oh, he was going to... to!

He cried out, seed pulsing from his cock and down Balfor’s throat. The pony swallowed, drinking him down, purring around him.

“Oh... such a good pony. Thank you. Thank you.” He pet Balfor, his prick sliding from the velvet heat.

Balfor leaned against him, head on his belly, pushing into him. He stroked the beautiful beast. “Sit, Balfor, let me at you.”

Balfor sat back on his haunches, mitted hands on the thick thighs. Prax went and sat on one of those thighs, hand sliding over the pony’s hard cock.

One of the pups barked softly and Prax started, having forgotten there was anyone else there. He heard a soft chuckle, Andy’s soft, “Jealous pup, Bal still loves you,” sounding in the room.

Prax ignored them, unsnapping the contraption that held Balfor’s cock and balls tight. He hoped Bear had been right, that a handjob would be a reward for his pony. Their pony. No. His pony. He would call Balfor that until they forced him to leave.

Balfor tossed that strong head, cock leaking heated drops over the thick shaft.

He would have to use two hands for this beautiful cock, to give Balfor a proper handjob. “Wow.”

Balfor’s eyes twinkled, the pony preening, posing. So proud.

“Yes, very nice, Balfor. You’re a beautiful, large pony.” He wrapped both his hands around Balfor’s cock and tugged.

Balfor nickered, moaned, hips rocking up into his touch. A drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of the heavy cock. Prax bent to take a taste. Heat and salt and bitter and Balfor -- the flavor exploded on his tongue. He gasped, hands beginning to move quickly.

Balfor’s head fell back, collar shiny against that tanned throat. Prax kept pumping, watching the pleasure in Balfor’s face. So responsive. So thick and alive in his hands. Balfor’s hips began moving, cock sliding against his palms.

“Good pony,” he murmured. “Beautiful pony.”

Balfor’s eyes met his and his breath caught at the pleasure there, the peace. He leaned up, putting their lips together in a soft kiss. A gasp was pushed into his lips, Balfor opening to him. He touched his tongue to Balfor’s, licking the inside of the velvet mouth. Balfor shivered, cock throbbing and jumping in his hands.

A soft voice carried over to him. “He won’t come until you give him leave, lad.”