"Come now, Noah, keep up." Noah looked up from where he'd been kicking driveway gravel, scuffing up little dusty clouds as he went, and hurried forward a few steps to keep up with the longer strides his father. They passed a large sign on the lawn that proclaimed "Rosewood Stables," and made their way to a pleasant-looking one-story building that reminded Noah a little of his dentist's office.
When they had reached the front door, Noah's father opened it onto a waiting room, with chairs against one wall and a woman behind a desk in one corner. She smiled up at the two of them as they entered and said, "Welcome to Rosewood Stables. How may I help you?"
Noah's father strode up to the desk, a charming smile on his face, and brandished the card Noah had received for his birthday. It had gold-leafing around the edges and read very simply, "Rosewood Stables: 1 Free Day." "I'm a friend of Darren Oswald's," said Noah's father. The woman's brow furrowed slightly when she saw it, and she took it curiously, turning it over.
"Ah," she said, "I'm not sure I've seen a ticket like this before. Hold on one second. I'll talk to the owner, Mr. Dawton. One moment please." She picked up a phone on her desk and pressed a button. A few seconds later, she said, "Yes? Mr. Dawton? Hi. Nancy. Listen, there's a man here, a friend of Darren Oswald's. He's got a card...? Yes? Yes, and his son, yes. Alright. Alright, certainly. Right away, Sir." She put down the receiver and smiled at them once more. "Through the door to my left, if you would. Mr. Dawton will meet you out on the porch."
Mr. Banks nodded politely to her, and led Noah from the room. The door she had indicated led to a wooden porch behind the building, which in turn faced onto a wide-open grassy area surrounded by a wooden fence. There were several chairs on the porch, including a wooden swing, but there was no need to sit; already from a barn across the way, a man was approaching them. He wore a checkered shirt, a straw cowboy hat, and a gleaming smile under his bristly gray mustache.
"Hey there, Folks!" he said warmly when he was close enough that he didn't need to shout. "You're the ones that Darren sent, huh? My name's Henry Dawton. You can call me Hank." He smiled down at Noah, who clung shyly to his father's side. "And this must be little Noah, huh? Cute. Well then, why don't ya come on back."
He turned around and led the way back towards the barn, Noah and his father trailing in his wake. The barn, when they reached it, contained two rows of horse stalls, one on either side of a central walkway. At the far end of the barn were two door-less stalls, again on either side of the walkway, with saddles and various riding gear hanging on pegs, and between them, on the far wall, another set of large double-doors leading to the outside.
Noah eyed the horses warily, and one of them, a large, black mare, stepped up to the front of her box and huffed at him. Noah hurried after his father.
"Now," said Dawton, "we got three kinds of rides here at the stables. The first is what we call the public ride, which is standard what you expect for a stable like ours. For that we can use the horses and ponies we got out here. We usually do it for birthday parties, or parents that bring their kids, that sort of thing. The other two we offer in the little stable out back, those are the private rides, and the personal rides. Private rides are a lot like the public rides, only with special saddles, and out back in the private ring. Personal rides... well." The man smiled. "Those are a lot more personal, ain't they? A' course, you can have any combination ya like. So then, what'll it be?"
Noah's father looked down at Noah, and then smiled back up at Dawton. "I think we'll start with the private ride, and then move on to the personal. That sounds good, doesn't it, Noah?"
Noah nodded, agreeing as he must with his father's wishes, and Dawton led them through the double doors, through a small, circular, fenced-in area with a worn-out track of dust around the outside where the horses were walked, and towards another set of barn doors to one side. These were locked, and Dawton drew a set of keys from his pocket, removing a padlock from the door and ushering them both inside. Once they had entered, he closed and locked the door behind them.
The horses and ponies in this stable seemed a great deal more restless than had the previous ones. Only one side of this barn was lined with stalls; where the front of the stalls would have been on the other side was a wooden fence punctuated by columns that reached to the ceiling, and open on either end, so that one could easily walk around it. On the far wall, behind the fence, were hung a variety of saddles, noticeably different from the ones that had been in the previous barn.
"All of these screw on and off," said Dawton, moving over to the wall and selecting one of the saddles. From the center of the saddle's seat protruded a large, pinkish dildo, set in such a way that in order to mount the saddle, the rider would have to impale himself upon it. He demonstrated the saddle's versatility for them by screwing off the dildo, and showing them the empty nub where it had mounted. "So you can pick any size ya like," he said. He gestured to one section of the wall, where a series of the large, fleshy objects hung, looking strangely disembodied. "The second-biggest size there is about the average size of our ponies, and the biggest one is the average size of the horses." He frowned slightly. "I'm a little surprised that you opted for the personal ride, honestly. I mean, isn't that a little big?"
Noah's father smiled at the man. "Not at all," he said. "In fact, why don't you give us the second-largest for the private ride, to get him properly ready for what comes afterward. I think ponies are more suited to Noah at his age than horses, anyway. Although perhaps we will come back and try them some other time."
Dawton's eyebrows rose in surprise, but he shrugged. "Well, I suppose you know best. Alrighty then. Pony size it is." He moved over to the wall of phalluses and selected one from the second-largest size category. With deft, familiar hands he screwed the toy into place on the saddle, and threw the saddle over the edge of the fence.
"Now," he said. "Why don't you pick your pony? If you're plannin' to do a personal ride after, the best way is to give him his happy pill first, and then let a little exercise work it through his system and into his blood. That way he'll be nice and randy and ready to go when you get back in. Meanwhile, I'll go find ya some ridin' chaps." He moved over to a wooden closet in one corner of the barn, leaving Noah and his father to look at the animals stamping nervously in their stalls.
"Well Noah?" said his father. "Why don't you pick? It is your present, after all."
Noah nodded and looked at the horses, wondering which to choose. He knew he couldn't get away with merely choosing the smallest; his father would certainly not like it, and might even punish him. He wandered down to the end with the smaller horses—the ponies—and decided to choose based on looks.
There were all fairly handsome animals, but eventually he chose one that was white with brown, cow-like patches. He liked the way one of the patches fell over the animal's left eye, while the other eye was surrounded with white. It gave him a sort of friendly, mis-matched look. "This one," he said, pointing to it.
"Ah, that'll be Samson," said Dawton, coming back to them. "Good choice. Now here." He held out a garment that looked like woolly pants, except that instead of curving all the way around legs, they merely covered the front, and had small elastic straps to hold them in place around the back.
"Hope this fits," said Dawton. "It's the smallest size we got. We don't usually get little men of your stature in this place." He winked at Noah, and smiled at his father. "It's got a padded cup, so he doesn't bruise while riding. I've got some oils in the back too, to get him all ready with."
"That won't be necessary," said Noah's father. He knelt down next to Noah and proceeded to quickly strip the boy of his pants, exposing the small metal cage around his penis and the thick anal plug nestled in his ass. Dawton gave a low whistle of surprise.
"Will your padding fit around the cage?" Noah's father asked Dawton.
The man nodded, eyes locked on the boy. "Should, yeah. Come on, son, why don't we get ya into these."
With Banks's help, they soon had Noah into the chaps, which were only very slightly too large for him. When he was ready, Noah's father casually grasped the knob on the back of Noah's plug and yanked it sharply out of him, causing Noah to wince slightly. Dawton's eyes widened further at the sight of the thickness that had been embedded within the boy. "Gettin 'im ready for the special occasion?" he asked.
Noah's father shrugged. "This is about normal for him. Sometimes we keep a full-sized dildo inside of him just to get him used to it, but I didn't want to tire out his poor little asshole too early. Seeing as how it's going to be getting a lot of exercise today."
Dawton was silent for a moment, still staring at Noah, but then cleared his throat. "Sure," he said, as though waking up from a dream. "Yeah, sure. Alright. Well then, let's get ol' Samson saddled up for ya."
Noah and his father watched as Dawton slipped a halter and reigns onto the pony and led it out of its stall. He tied it to one of the posts along the fence and proceeded to saddle it, taking extra care to make sure everything was firm and secure. Finally, clearing his throat, he said, "Now sir, if you and your son will follow me," and he led them out a pair of double doors at the back of the barn.
This led to another ring, similar to the first, but ringed around by trees, so it was impossible to see anything from outside. The final effect was of a secluded little glen, peaceful and hidden.
"How about I lift 'im, and you get him all spread?" said Dawton. "Sound good?"
Noah's father nodded amiably, and Dawton lifted the boy, steadying him by placing his feet into the stirrups. Noah's father reached for the boy's rear and spread the cheeks wide with his thumbs, angling his son so that the tight pucker of his anus rested at the point of the saddle's artificial phallus. It was larger than Noah was accustomed to; they hadn't tried fisting yet, and this was easily of similar girth. With a smile, Noah's father dug his thumbs into the boy's anus, spreading it open and working the muscle down over the head of the phallus, forcing him downward despite Noah's squirming and whimpering, until finally the tip of the phallus was firmly lodged. Judging the angle to be correct, Banks instructed, "Okay, drop him."
Dawton did so, and with a soft whoosh and a pained cry, Noah fell back, impaling himself on the phallus. So thick was it that it slowed his fall as he reached the base of it, and his father had to force him down the last few inches until he was fully seated in the saddle, and the artificial penis fully seated inside him.
"Okay then," said Dawton, licking his lips and swallowing. "We'll do a couple walks around the ring to start, and then we'll move to a trot, which gives the most bounce. Before we start though…" he reached into his pocket and produced a large pink pill, which he held in the palm of his hand under the pony's nose. The pony darted his head forward and gobbled it down greedily. Dawton smiled and reached down to fasten a rope to the pony's reigns. Grabbing the other end, he made his way to the center of the circle, and then gave the rope a quick flick. "Hyeah!" he said sharply.
Samson the pony jumped into a brisk walk, the jarring, bouncing motion of the saddle driving the phallus into Noah at each step. Noah groaned and writhed on the saddle, murmuring, "Papa," in what he knew was a useless plea for mercy.
After three such circles of the ring, Dawton flicked the rope and called once more, and now the pony broke into a trot. This high-stepping motion caused the saddle to bounce in earnest, and Noah gave a harsh cry at each drop down as the phallus was driven into him, hard, by the force of the animal's motion. His cries became rhythmic, in time with the horse's movements, and the two men watching could see the way several inches of the phallus slid out of the boy's well-lubricated anus on the height of the bounces, only to pound back inside of him as he fell.
The horse, too, seemed to be getting randy, tossing its head and stamping into the trot, making the bounces all the more painful for Noah. Beneath the horse's belly, Noah's father could see the budding growth of the animal's enormous erection, soon destined for his son's ass.
That ass was definitely going to be red and sore by the time they got back into the barn, Noah's father could tell. Each smacking landing onto the saddle was like a sharp spank, paddling his cheeks at the same moment it speared his anus. Noah's father wondered if there were some way they could attach a similar surface to the fucking machine back home, to get such delicious results from their more usual exercises.
"Ah!" Noah cried again as he slammed down onto the phallus. "Ah! Pa-AH-pa! Please! Ah! No more! AHH!"
"Now, now, Noah," said Mr. Banks patiently, "the pony isn't ready yet. You must be polite and keep riding him until he's ready to ride you, okay?"
Noah let out a small, despairing wail, and Dawton frowned. "There shouldn't be anyone else here at the moment, but you might want to get him to keep it down a little. People can't see us from here, but they could still hear us if he's loud enough."
Noah's father nodded. "Actually, I have a thought. If you'd mind stopping the ride for a moment?"
Dawton pulled back on the reigns, and the pony skidded to a stop, looking vaguely unhappy about it. Stepping up to Noah's side, his father lifted up the plug he had pulled out of Noah's anus earlier and fitted it neatly into the boy's mouth. "Hold that in your mouth," he ordered, "until I tell you to stop. If it falls out, you'll be punished. Understand?"
Noah nodded, eyes wide, and closed his lips around the plug. It wasn't anything particularly large, especially not for Noah, but it was around the girth of a standard penis, if not the length, and Noah's father admired the way it looked stuffed into the boy's mouth. With a smile, he stepped back to Dawton's side and said, "Alright then. Continue."
Dawton snapped the reigns once more through his rope, and the pony broke back into its trot without hesitation. Now Noah's cries were nothing more than muffled moaning and whimpering around the toy, much quieter than before.
Dawton let the pony trot around the ring for fifteen minutes, glancing periodically at Noah's father as though amazed that he really wasn't going to grant the boy any mercy. Finally, when the pony was erect to the point where continuing to trot would've been painful for him, Dawton called the beast to a halt. "Alright," he said, swallowing to moisten his parched throat. "If you want to do the personal ride, the beast's about peak ready right now."
Noah's father nodded. "Can he ride it back into the stables?" he asked.
Dawton licked his lips and nodded. "Just make sure he watches his head on the door," he said. They led Noah, still cleaved by the saddle phallus and panting desperately around the plug in his mouth, back into the private barn.
"Up you go, son," said Dawton, lifting Noah up off the saddle. There was an obscene slurping noise as the enormous phallus slid out of the little boy's tired, red anus, and Noah stumbled as he was set back onto his feet.
"While I get him untacked," said Dawton, starting to unbuckle the pony's saddle, "you go stand on that fence, facing the far wall. Stand on the second rung, if you would. Sir, if you'd like to help out, there are some soft fabric straps on the wall over there. If you'd secure his arms and legs to the fence rungs, that'd be great. Makes it so he won't jolt around or fall off the fence while Samson's doing his business. There's a little helmet there too, to put on him, protect his head from stray hooves, and all that."
While Dawton removed the pony's accoutrements and prepared it, Noah's father followed the man's instructions and secured Noah to the fence with a set of large, black straps, buckling the helmet tightly onto Noah's head. Finally, the man led the pony over to Noah and coaxed it up onto its hind legs, letting it prop its forelegs up on top of the fence, one on either side of Noah.
The pony's cock, as Dawton lifted it, had grown enormous. Nearly five inches in girth, the monstrosity was a full three feet long at least, which made angling it somewhat difficult.
But Noah's height on the fence was appropriately measured, and Dawton angled the pony's cock upward towards the boy's bottom. "Mind spreading him for me?" he asked the boy's father. "We just have to get the tip in, and then Samson'll do the rest. Mind yourself now—he's frisky, and might jolt if you startle him."
Moving carefully, Noah's father leaned in under the horse and grabbed one of Noah's buttocks in each hand, spreading him open, holding his cheeks apart. With the tight, puckered target exposed, Dawton placed the pony's cock at Noah's entrance and said, "Clear," warning Noah's father away before he gently coaxed the tip of Samson's penis into Noah.
The moment the first bit of Samson's flesh entered the warm, tight cavern of Noah's rectum, the pony shuddered and slammed forward, pinning Noah against the fence. The boy screamed, but he was still clutching the butt plug in his teeth, and so the sound was muffled. The horse fucked him in earnest, fueled by the pill Dawton had given him, and the enormous penis pinioned in and out of Noah with frightening speed.
The girth of the animal's cock was obviously stretching Noah beyond his normal endurance, but his passage was as slick as ever, thanks to copious preparation and deposits from his father, and so the cock swiveled in-out, in-out, cleaving the poor boy nearly in half.
Even Noah's father was surprised by how much of the horse's length penetrated the boy. Walking around to the front of the fence, Noah's father saw that when the horse slammed forward, the tip of the beast's cock could be seen as a substantial bulge just below Noah's stomach, where it pushed against him from the inside.
Tears ran freely down Noah's cheeks, and he shifted his rear, seeking relief, but this merely seemed to excite Samson, who pounded all the harder for the boy's effort.
Even Dawton, who had presumably seen this before, seemed somewhat daunted by the proceedings. "Are you sure this is okay?" he asked Noah's father. "He looks like he's in a lot of pain…"
"It's fine," Banks assured him. "It's all part of his training. Once he's experienced this, our current setting on the fucking machine back home should seem mild by comparison." He smiled. "Of course, I do believe our largest attachments are even thicker than that, though not by a large margin, and of course nowhere near as long."
"Oh?" said Dawton, incapable of coming up with a more coherent response.
"Indeed," said Banks, his smile cold, but charming. "In fact, if you'd like a little demonstration, you're welcome to come over some time and try out Noah's toy room for yourself. I dare say you and I could work out a few fair trades, your services for his."
"What, you mean to- to bring him back here?" asked Dawton. His eyes were fixed on Noah, specifically on the point where the boy's ass was breached by his pony's enormous cock.
"Of course," said Banks. "This is quite the entertainment setup you have here, and as I said before, it will be good for Noah's training."
"What exactly are you training him for?" Dawton asked, but Banks did not reply. Instead he continued calmly watching as the pony brutally fucked his son.
"You know," said Dawton conversationally after a moment, "they don't actually thrust like that, normally. I mean, not when they're mounting a mare. You gotta teach 'em how to thrust. Customers like it better that way, so we train the horses to do it."
"Is that so?" Banks asked, sounding interested, although he never looked away from Noah. "Fascinating."
Dawton smiled. Samson, meanwhile was already finishing—the process had been mercifully quick. With a sharp whinny, the horse's semen began to flood into the boy, so violently that bursts of it squirted out of Noah's anus around the side of the horse's cock and splattered onto the straw-covered ground below. The coming went on far longer than Noah or his father would have expected, Noah whimpering and squirming around the thick load of semen that was filling him up.
When he had finished, Samson dismounted on his own, tugging his softening cock out of Noah and shuffling nonchalantly back into his stall, where he lowered his head to drink from a bucket of water sitting in the corner. Dawton closed the stall door behind him and went to check on Noah. To his amazement, he saw no bleeding from the boy's rectum as he untied the straps holding the boy to the fence. Only a veritable river of cum flowing out of him, and this was soon staunched as Noah's father pulled the plug out of his son's mouth and deftly re-inserted it back into the boy's anus. Noah was so loosened by the pony's enormous cock, however, that even around the plug, small trickles of cum slipped out, oozing down the boy's leg.
"Well then," said Noah's father to Dawton. "Thank you for a very exciting afternoon!" I'm only sorry it was so short."
"Well," said Dawton hesitantly. "The coupon was for all day, after all. If you want to give the boy a rest for a while, we can try another one later. If you want, I mean. There are plenty of stallions here that'd be eager to give him a mount."
Noah's father beamed. "That sounds delightful. I think we shall! And about my offer—it was made in earnest. Would you be willing to work out some sort of deal, that these little visits might continue?"
Dawton licked his lips once more, eyeing the cum even now drying onto the boy's ass and inner thighs. "Oh, yes," he said. "I daresay we can work something out."