Rocking Horse

One person’s fantasy might be another person’s nightmare, but I didn’t judge what I did by other people’s opinions so when I got the opportunity to take part in a bondage session with a new friend of mine I told him I’d participate.  I met Paul at his place, a loft on the East side of town where he was able to have an apartment and attached studio for his art work, of course his art work was people, well people in bondage.  He invited me inside, my catsuit in a bag on my shoulder.  We had a drink and made small talk for about half an hour until there was a knock on the door.  He opened it and invited two young men inside, one I recognized from Paul’s photographs the other I didn’t.  He introduced us to each other, told me they were college students at the local campus but he didn’t tell them much about me other than my first name which I thought was nice.

The one I recognized, his name was Ben.  He was about my height but thinner.  He had thick, brown hair that curled slightly.  He had an angular face, brown eyes.  I thought I would crush his hand with my own and I was barely using any energy to shake his.  The other young man was shorter than any of us, his name was Sebastian.  He had curly blonde hair, blue eyes and I could tell he was muscled.

I was about to start flirting with them when Paul stopped me, told us we should get started.  He led the two young men off to his bedroom, whispered something in Ben’s ear, then came back to me.  He motioned with his head for me to follow him.  He led me into his studio. 

Paul was an attractive man, lanky and bald with several piercings: his nose, his ears, and lips.  He had an easy, casual approach to his work but that hid his ambition, his willingness to take risks.  He told me to strip down and change into my suit as he double checked his camera before getting out two objects I hadn’t ever seen before and placed them on the floor in the middle of the room. 

Two warped pieces of wood about four feet long, he set them about a foot apart before he began to screw in other pieces of wood.  I stripped out of my clothes, piled them on a nearby table with my shoes and bag, then I got out my suit.  I had it for almost two years so I knew how to get into it easily with just some baby powder. 

I stood beside him dressed in my second skin, its tight material formed into each crevice of my body, wrapped every inch of me including my cock and balls so that they were a senseless mound.  From my skull to my toes I was one.

There on the floor were two rockers about a foot apart, a thin frame with legs and body connected them.  It was large enough for a person, me, to lay on it.  Not just lay on it, but be an essential part of it, the body.  He motioned for me to lay face down on the device so I did so obediently, then he placed my arms along one set of legs, my thighs along the rear set.  He locked my ankles to the rocker part, my wrists to the front supports.  He moved in front of me and crouched, placed a hand on my face.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“Good,” I said.

“Do you still want to go through with this?”

“Very much,” I answered.

“Good boy, now the fun can begin,” he said before he stood up and walked away from me.  I could hear him move to the table where he set about opening boxes, a bottle cap of lubricant, and then he picked up something heavy and he carried it over and set it in front of me.  It was a saddle.  He heaved it from the floor, stepped to the side of me, and carefully lowered it to my back, one hand immediately pressed the girth around my side, under me, and to the strap where he buckled it to me. 

After I settled into the frame, got comfortable with the weight on my back, he went about the next part of my transformation, a tail.  He unzipped an opening between my ass cheeks, squirted some lubricant into my hole, then slowly stuck the plug inside until it was firmly in place.  I closed my eyes to imagine it back there, angled to give the most show to the strands of leather. 

Once he figured I wouldn’t be able to pop it back out he moved to my crotch where he opened a zipper to let my dick and balls out.  Finally loose and exposed he tapped them a few times to make them sway.  My limp dick, my balls on either side, and there was nothing I could do about it.  Back and forth, back and forth. 

He stepped away to collect the last of the gear then came back to my head where he unzipped my mouth.  He asked me if I was okay and wanted to keep going.  I said I did so he said to open up.  That’s when he stuck the bit in my mouth.  I bit down out of habit which he saw so he calmly talked me into relaxing before he ran the guides up over my shoulders to the horn where he wrapped them loosely.  Finally, the last thing, he placed blinders on my head limiting my vision just like a real horse to only what I could see directly in front of me.

I bit down and he saw.  He moved in front me, stroked my face again as he calmed me with words of assurance, words of praise, and words of thanks.  I was almost ready for just about anything when he said that if I was ready his boys would like to play with me.  His boys?  He couldn’t mean...  He opened the door in front of me and in stepped Ben and Sebastian, both dressed in briefs and t-shirts, barefoot and messy hair.

“Oh wow,” Ben said.

“Cool,” Sebastian added.

“Now remember boys, this horsey is a living creature so you have to respect its limits,” he told them.  “I’ll be here the whole time and I don’t want to catch you misbehaving or else it’s over my knee.”

Paul started taking pictures of us.  Ben was the first to sit on me, one foot over my back he gently settled on the saddle.  I felt the weight of him on me but I knew the frame would hold me, keep me from breaking in the most vulnerable of places.  It did.  He pulled his feet up, placed them on the rockers as he began to shift his weight, back and forth, my limp dick and balls began to sway.  He took hold of the reigns, pulled a little just to let me know he could.  He reached back to my ass, felt the rubber covering my right cheek, then he slapped it playfully before rocking faster. 

My muscles were tight but I found it easy to breath as he rocked back and forth.  The flopping of my dick slowed as I began to get an erection, my balls tightened a little but still hung loose.  I had forgotten about the other young man Sebastian until he took hold of my tail, pulled it a little, at first out of rhythm but eventually he did it when I was at the peak of a swing.  Not enough to pull it out, just enough to move it a little.  He did that for a while before moving his hands down to my dick where he cupped them to let my dick slide between his fingers and thumb.  It got worse when he added lubricant.

Ben slowed his pace which added to my agony of not having enough friction from Sebastian’s fingers that were slick and gave enough to stimulate me without pushing me over the edge.  I tried to buck, to writhe, undulate my hips in some small way but I was trapped.  Ben’s shifting weight only confirmed for me with each movement how trapped I really was.  He slapped my ass, then began to rock faster.  I had no choice as I slipped from Sebastian’s grip only to enter it again.  They laughed at my predicament as I groaned in desperation.

I was enjoying the torture of it.  Nothing was in my power, nothing was in my control, especially when I felt a pull of the reigns, a shift of weight, a slippery touch along my dick, a pull on my tail.  It felt like my humiliation wouldn’t end until I heard Paul speak.

“Okay boys, you’ve had your fun, time to let him out,” he said.

“Please,” Sebastian said, “I love the feel of his hard dick in my hands.”

“He’s so much fun just to rock back and forth,” Ben said.

“I haven’t even had a turn,” Sebastian said.

“That’s true,” Ben added.

“Okay, switch places but be quick with it.”

They switched.  Sebastian got on my back.  Instead of getting behind me though Ben laid under me, face up.  He ran his fingers over my body before getting to my dick which was still slick.  He gave it long strokes, pinched the head.  I was on edge.  I had been transformed.  It wasn’t until Sebastian pulled the tail from my ass that I understood just how helpless I was.

“What did I tell you?  Sebastian get over here right now,” Paul said.

He stopped my rocking, stepped off me, moved to Paul with his head low.  He stared at his feet as Paul began to lecture him about not breaking his toys.  Ben didn’t stop teasing my dick though, he kept at it, but more slowly.  Paul went to get a chair.  Sebastian looked back at me with a grin on his face, the tail in his hand he teased me with it for a moment before Paul came back into the room. 

Paul called him over, pulled his briefs down and let them fall to the ground.  I thought he was due for a spanking over his lap.  I was surprised when Paul put one foot on the chair, invited Sebastian over his knee which he did obediently.  I watched as Paul set about spanking his round butt, one cheek then the other.  His flesh turned pink and Paul kept at him until he began to squirm a little, then he let him up and told him to go to the corner which he did.  He pouted.

My hole felt so empty.  My dick so excited.  There was no going back and before I knew it I began to ejaculate all over Ben’s chest with a mild orgasm.  Ben laughed under me as he continued to massage my sensitive dick.  He worked me faster until I came a second time, this time my orgasm more painful and more enjoyable, my ejaculate ran from his hand down his arm.  He slid out from under me, wiped the cum on his shirt before taking it off and hanging it over my face.  I could smell myself and barely see him as he walked over to Sebastian.

Paul made his way over to me, unfastened me slowly, and helped me to my feet.  I pulled the shirt off, sniffed it a little, then threw it to the floor.  I looked over to where Ben put a consoling arm around Sebastian’s shoulders as he began to play with his own dick.  Sebastian began to do the same and Paul noticed.

“If you boys don’t both want a sore behind then I suggest you quit.  Ben go over to the chair, Sebastian get across his lap for a little reminder.”

We watched as the two young men walked over to the chair.  Ben was quick to sit and pull Sebastian across his lap for a spanking.  He resisted a little but gave in to Ben who set about spanking his bare butt.  In just a few moments Sebastian began to squirm again and Ben was quick to take hold of his arm and pin it to his back.  Paul took a picture of the two of them, then asked me how I was doing.

“I’m okay, a little stiff from the rocking horse.”

“Why don’t you and the boys go shower up then?  Okay Ben, I think Sebastian learned his lesson about breaking his toys.  What do you think about getting cleaned up?”

“Yes sir,” Ben said. 

He pulled Sebastian’s shirt from him, pushed him to his feet.  I walked over to them as Ben got to his feet.  He pulled off his underwear, put them over my head with the crotch right in my face before he took each of us by the hand and led us off to the shower. 

Still in my rubber suit we stepped into the shower together which was big enough to accommodate at least two other people.  Sebastian was a little sad until Ben whispered something in his ear to which they both turned their attention to me.  Their hands ran over my body with the water, washed my sensitive dick, cleaned out my hole.  Once I was clean they pushed me to my knees, told me to wash their lower bodies which I did obediently.  I started with Ben’s belly, down into his pubic hair, his low hanging balls, his thighs, his calf muscles, and finally his feet.

When I finished with him I moved to Sebastian where I moved from his toes up his legs to his hardening dick which he began to slap against my face.  I took the invitation and began to suck on it as my hands moved up to his hips, then down to his buttocks, his red and sensitive flesh.  I readied myself to take his entire dick before I slapped his cheeks playfully with both hands at the same time.  He pushed into my mouth until I gagged, then I pushed him away by his thighs until he slid from my lips, a thin string of saliva between us.  I licked as I readied myself for another thrust, this time I made sure my rubber covered finger was slick as I grabbed at his ass.  I slipped it between his cheeks as he pushed himself back into my mouth, my finger buried to the last knuckle into his hole.  He groaned as I felt his warm semen go down my throat.  He pulled out, I gave him one last tug on his dick to let him know a little of how it had felt before I pushed myself up to my feet. 

Ben turned me to him, his hard dick between us.  I wasn’t sure what he had in mind until he turned me to the glass divider.  He pushed me against it as he pressed his dick between my cheeks.  My hole was still loose from play but it took some pressure for him to get inside.  I focused on my breathing as the water beat against my rubber covered backside and he continued to push into me until I felt his balls against my own.  He slid out a little, then started to fuck me, his balls slapped against mine as he worked himself into a mechanical motion. 

I groaned and held onto anything I could, mostly Sebastian who began to play with my stiffening dick.  He smiled in my face as he saw the look in my eyes.  I was in pain and pleasure at the same time. 

“I can’t keep this up,” I said.

They helped me to the floor of the shower, onto my back, Ben’s dick never left my hole the entire time.  I looked up at him for only a moment before Sebastian moved over my face, spread his cheeks in front of my mouth.  I stuck out my tongue as he sat back on my face.  He was clean, tasted a little of soap as I probed into his anus.  He tugged at my dick as Ben continued to pound at me, his balls like a metronome until he worked himself to near completion and his balls tightened, he went at me faster.  I was close to an orgasm myself but he got there first and when he did they both pulled away from me so I tried to masturbate but my attempt was futile as my hands were too slick.  I moaned in frustration and they both laughed at me.  Ben turned off the shower.  Sebastian got to his feet.  I thought it was over and I would have to finish myself off once I got out of the suit, or maybe when I got home.

“If you want to orgasm then you have to ask me to give you a good spanking,” Sebastian said.  “I want you to get up on your knees and make it good.”

I looked between the two of them and saw that Ben was just as serious so I pushed myself up, with a little of their help, to my knees.  My hard dick was red from all it had been through but I wanted, no I needed, to ejaculate.  I looked up to Sebastian who grinned down at me.

“Please sir, I’m begging you to give me a good spanking.  I deserve it for being a bad boy and getting you in trouble.”

“Good enough,” Sebastian said.

They helped me to my feet, helped me out of my suit, and dried me off.  I felt suddenly naked before them, my identity had not been a secret but with my suit on I had been someone else, my other being.  Without it I was myself, a naked man in my thirties with these two young men barely in college.  For a moment I thought about quitting and just walking away but I also wanted to get off, desperately.  Sebastian took me by the hand and led me over to the toilet where he sat and pulled me down to his lap.  My hard dick pressed into his thigh as he set about spanking me.  He focused on one cheek, then the other.  He went back and forth as he warmed my cheeks.  I felt a pain in my skin that ran up to my back, another pain as my chest pressed against his lap.  The weight of my own body felt like too much as he continued to strike me.

When I began to thrash about Ben took hold of my wrists and pulled my arms out away from us as he squatted before me.  I saw his limp dick and low hanging balls again, his ass cheeks no doubt spread open as they hung loose.  He smiled at me and for a moment I smiled back until I felt Sebastian’s hand.  He laid into me good until all of the pain that had built up in my back and my chest was too much and I began to cry.  They helped me to the floor.  Sebastian got behind me, his dick was hard again and he pressed along my taint so that it poked the back of my balls as he wrapped his arms around me, took hold of my dick.  Ben grabbed my nipples, kissed me.  My lips were sensitive and puffy, his tongue felt like a welcomed intruder as he pushed into me.  I grabbed at him as my dick seemed to have a mind of its own.  Sebastian worked it as hard and fast as he could until I finally ejaculated.  A spray hit Ben but most of it landed on the floor.  I fell back into Sebastian as Ben sat back across from me. 

It was finally over.  We had been through something, a unique experience.  We had been as close, as intimate, as people could be.  We laughed a little as we got to our feet, with the last of our energy we took a quick shower together just to clean off any fluids before we went out to find our clothes and Paul.  He was on the couch with a cigar and a tumbler of whiskey.  He welcomed us to sit with him so we did.

Each of us was exhausted and no one worried about covering up or getting dressed for a long time until we had recovered.