What came now was less a pleasure than a duty. He needed a young stallion as Petra probably could be covered only once again.

Petra meanwhile became thirsty, but it was clear to her, she never would drink from that water like an animal. Never! Even if her throat became dry, she would refuse. No way! He knew very well she later would, kneeling down, the arms cuffed behind her back.

He had asked a veterinarian to have a look at Petra. The darkness of her box, to which she had started to get used was suddenly replaced by an intense light. "Hello, Miss, I am your doctor", a voice said. First he looked at her tits, then had a prolonged inspection between her legs. "Darling, I heard you lost you personal documents, but I will give you new ones. Every mare gets documents, on training, breeding, and such."

While the vet was examining the new mare, her captor was back at the sports center. Petra had helped him involuntarily, with the photo of her son. As with the mother, the truck followed slowly as the college junior and his pal were walking on the sidewalk. He measured carefully, then the lasso took them.

The son's resistance was quite a bit stronger than his mother, but he still could master him. He jumped on him, cuffed his hands, separated by a chain of 15 cm (which gave him only a little margin of movement) and cuffed his feet. The other lad, though more muscular, was frozen in place, too shocked, and passively accepted his capture.

With a hunting knife he freed them from their clothes and threw pantyhose at them. He unbound their feet and made it clear with the cattle prod that it would be a great idea to dress in the pantyhose. Of course the lads were not used to it. The pantyhose highlighted the legs and gave a free view of dicks and balls, the essentials needed for breeding.

Though heterosexual, he could not resist the urge to caress those wonderful young instruments with the prod. Soon they would be put to use.

"Boys," he calmed them down, "I need you just for a fucking, then I will free you. If you are not cooperative you may still go, but your balls will stay." Their balls seemed to be full. He fondled them, asked when they had fucked or masturbated the last time. Their replies were predictable. No fucking at all, masturbating of course, a couple of days ago.

He affixed them in the trailer and took the same way home as he had did with his mare. Without taking the young stallions out of the trailer, he immediately joined the vet.

"We are lucky", he said. "She is not in heat". Brutally they fixed her on a rack, blindfolded and gagged her. The legs were spread, but she did not know what would follow.

Blindfolded, the young stallions were taken from the trailer, directly to the mare. "You fuck the girl, and you are freed", they were told. Of course it was not true.

At this point, the son, driven by who knows what instinct or intuition, balked and reared. No amount of the whip would calm him. Clearly he was of no use - his balls were in jeopardy, to be fed to the dogs in the morning. The son would serve the farm as a gelding, for a long long time.

The captor's attention turned to the son's pal. When the pantyhose was torn a little bit off his crotch, he reacted with a most generous erection. The vet himself positioned his cock on the mare´s V. He started to fuck, and though clearly needing little enticement, well encouraged by the whip.

Petra involuntarily became wet and enjoyed the thrusts of the young stallion. It was nice to see, her small tits shaking with each thrust, the loud breathing of the young stallion, she unwillingly joining in, gasping, a little bit later.

When he came, he came in volumes, but he was immediately withdrawn and put in front of the mare. "Clean him with your tongue" she was told.

She would bite him! She was sure she would, until her blindfold was taken away. It was Hugh, her own son's best friend !!!! Carefully she started licking, the whip making sure she would not shirk this duty.

Shortly afterwards she was brought into the box, together with her stallion, who still had a hard on. Could they resist doing a repeat? Their captor had carefully taken a video of this wonderful rendezvous between mare and stallion, which could be sold to wealthy connoisseurs. Of course the mare's husband would get a free copy.