Chapter 5

by pr_squared

- do not use without the author's permission.

In the morning, Olwyn and Siôr roused Tim from his stall. They led him first to the feeding bins and water troughs. He saw the other mounts kneel and use their hands, restrained by their safety harnesses, to shovel the ubiquitous food pellets into their mouths. While several females or geldings might share a trough, intact males were kept apart and fed separately. The geldings, the majority of males at the stables, had all been fed earlier.

Tim knelt. Siôrs held a bag of pellets and Olwyn fed him from her hand. Tim ate greedily and surprised himself with his hunger. Water was next. Tim could only lower his head and lap water from the trough.

They led him to the latrine where other mounts were attending to their morning necessities. Once, Tim had been as modest as any. In the last week, he had run naked with the other boys on the trail to Glyn Aerona. He had attended to his bodily functions in full view of the others. He saw a mannish gelding, harnessed as he was, straddle the trench, squat, and defecate. Tim looked away. He then looked this way and that, and then surrendered to necessity.

The Elven lad and lass chatted merrily but kept a casual eye on him. Siôr opened a gate and a torrent of water swept away the waste and cleansed the trench.

They led him stumbling to the paddock were the boys were exercised. He knelt as directed. Girls and geldings were run in groups. Intact males were kept apart to avoid their frequent fights.

Aderyn met them at the paddock. Somehow, Tim felt safer in her presence. She replaced his short lead attached to his collar with a longer lunging lead. She shortened the 60 foot lead in her left hand to about 6 feet and uncoiled the whip in her right hand. Siôr bent and deftly removed his loose hobble. Aderyn urged him to his feet and extended her left hand.

Tim saw the other boys circling their trainers. He began walking counterclockwise in a circle around the Elven lass. Right away, he could tell that he had made the right decision. Gradually, she let out the lead and he made larger circles around her, ultimately sixty feet in diameter. Her lash bit into his buttock and he ran.

Over the next weeks, he learned to start, to stop, or to reverse direction on command in two long sessions a day – to walk, jog, stride, or sprint as required, directed by a shouted command and the snap of the whip. Tim learned to follow instructions. He found himself gaining strength and endurance. His body was changing too. He gained muscle and definition.

At first, he devoted the long hours of his solitude to plotting his escape. He ate only maintain his strength, he reasoned. To gain his captor’s confidence, he feigned obedience. If he hoped

to outrun the Elves and their Mannish mounts, he had to increase his speed and endurance. His rigorous conditioning routine would only help and he redoubled his efforts.

Then he considered, just where he might flee? He had been expelled from the settlement. Could he simply return? Where else might he go? He wondered again about Bil and Ric’s fate.

At the beginning, Aderyn had trained him twice a day herself but after a week, either Siôr or Ollwyn felt able to control him on his or her own. Each evening though, Aderyn washed him down herself, though Siôr, Olwen, or Aderyn’s little sister Carys might help.

Aderyn took a quiet pride in his progress.

“Have you named him?” Olwen asked.

The question took Aderyn by surprise. She never named mounts that she intended to sell because their new owners were certain to choose their own names and she didn’t want to befuddle the beasts with having to learn a second name.

At first, Tim knew what was required and made a conscious decision to comply. Over time, his compliance became automatic and unthinking. He learned to read his handler’s mood. Did he find approval or need he anticipate prompt and painful correction? He found himself craving approval, especially from the Elven lass who had brought him to the stable.

Despite his many hours of rigorous training, Tim had longer hours alone in his stall. Loneliness troubled Tim as much as boredom and confinement. Intact males were kept isolated in the stable. His building housed only males. Tim shared the stable with a dozen geldings, the preferred draft animals in Glyn Areon, and three intact males. Geldings were stalled one next to the other on the south side. The few intact males occupied every second stall on the north side of stable.

Only girls and geldings were allowed the comfort of friendships. Occasionally, two girls were kept in one stall in the crowded girls’ stable.

The Aderyn found him an apt pupil. She fully suspected his deviousness. Her family had trained these beasts for generations. He would learn what was required of him. She faced two challenges. Many mounts refused to accept the bit. A strong mount might ignore her crop. Her spurs were more compelling but the bit brought the strongest creature fully under her control. Often a second crisis emerged toward the end of training. The beasts were difficult to understand.

Tim was fitted for a saddle. Given his size, no standard saddle would serve and one was made. The day came and Tim knelt between the grooming posts with Aderyn and Olwyn looking on. . Siôr dropped the saddle on his back and secured the belly cinch. The he draped the top cinch over Tim’s head. The shoulder straps formed a “Y” that passed over his breast bone and

connected to the belly cinch. Siôr reached between Tim’s muscular thighs to retrieve that tail strap. His desperate efforts to avoid touching Tim’s male paraphernalia gave Aderyn and Olwyn cause to share a secret smile. Elves took such pride in their male accoutrements! A couple of adjustments and the saddle was securely positioned.

Tim now ran saddled with increasing burdens every day or two. The mornings were still devoted to obedience. The grueling afternoons were now devoted solely to conditioning. Tim was attached to a carousel and run for hours. The carousel in the girls’ paddock had 8 arms. The carousel in the boys’ paddock had only 2 arms to keep the males safely apart.

Glyn Aerona was a terminus of the stage coach line to the Capital. Every second day a coach arrived and traded one team of four geldings for another when they departed in the morning.

Tim had an occasional chance to exchange a few words with the geldings. They made the run between Glyn Aerona and Two Oaks about 40 miles to the east. They were allowed a day to rest in Two Oaks and then made the run back to Glyn Aerona and Meical’s stable the following day.

Their stories sounded much like Tim’s. None of the four came from Tim’s settlement but their homes seemed much like his. Beyond that, they knew little more of the country than Tim.

Tim wanted to ask about their gelding but found no graceful way to broach the subject.

Tim shared his preliminary plans for escape and one laughed sadly and asked, “Where will you flee, my friend? What will you eat? Others suffer a worse fate than we. Be grateful!”

Tim had no answers to their questions. Even should he escape, where might he find refuge? Could he return to the mannish settlement of his birth? They would not accept him. What would replace the damn pellets the Elves fed him?

If he simply wished to die, he suspected that he might be able to bring that fate upon himself right here. However, he had no enthusiasm for pain. Each night he was exhausted after his hard day’s labor. Sleep came easy and over time, he found less energy for brooding and hopeless fantasy in the ever briefer time between rest and sleep.

Tim’s thoughts turned again to Ric, Bill and the others. What had become of them?

Lunging under Olwyn’s lash, Tim had an insight. His dripping salty sweat tormented the marks of her lash on his body. More and more, he realized, his prompt obedience was becoming an unthinking reflex and not a conscious decision, whatever his intellectual reservations. He acknowledged his real hunger for his trainers’ approval and his deep pleasure at their praise. The pleasure went double for Mistress Aderyn, even though she had passed her job washing him down each night to her handlers.

A few steps yet remained in Tim’s training. He still lacked a bridle and bit. The bit binds the mount’s strength to the rider’s will but the metal bit is a fearful thing. Its first placement often provokes a crisis. However, Aderyn had brought Tim along slowly and carefully as her father taught. He knelt and Aderyn held out the bit. His eyes flashed real terror but her’s remained resolute. Tim opened his mouth and accepted the uncomfortable bit from her hand almost eagerly.

Once the bit and bridle were placed, Tim did not protest when Aderyn settled herself in his saddle. Her heels snapped against his flanks and he started forward without hesitation. He carried her weight with no difficulty and learned quickly to answer his reins promptly.

She would train him first to move in the direction of the pressure. A pull on the right would move him to the right to relieve the pressure on his bit. However, this required the rider to hold the reins in both hands. The best trained mounts answered to the neck rein. The touch of the rein on the left neck would turn the beast to the right. Only one hand was required.

Aderyn watched his progress over the next weeks with real satisfaction. She took him out in public on the road to Emyr’s stable. He behaved himself admirably. He answered his reins promptly. The novel surroundings had not diverted his attention. Once something had startled him but she was able to calm him with a gloved hand on his broad back. On one long stretch of highway, he had answered her spurs and crop and given her all the speed she required.

Waiting for the draw bridge to come down, a mischievous girl had noticed Aderyn’s beautiful boy and taken advantage of her own distracted rider. Unlike Elves, it seemed that lascivious Mannish females were always eager for sex. Stables offered few opportunities to scratch the itch. Intact males were few and usually kept far from nubile females. Slyly, the girl had gotten herself close to Aderyn’s boy and naughtily rubbed herself against him.

Tim had never been so close to a naked female of his kind. The old nannies who supervised the boys’ village were always clothed. On the journey back to Glyn Aerona, the Elves’ naked mounts had never gotten so close. They had inspired raw fear and not this unfamiliar sweet and urgent feeling. This one was naked except for her tack. Her arms were restrained with a harness like his. He inhaled her musky scent and her light touch left him tingling. He felt a powerful stirring he had only experienced in the curious state between dreams and wakefulness and sometimes with Aderyn’s hand upon his body. Without his understanding, his sex responded massively to her overwhelming nearness.

An experienced rider, Aderyn sensed his distraction immediately. The wicked girl fully deserved it but she knew that to strike another’s mount was rude. She pulled sharply on Tim’s reins. He failed to move. She pulled again, more sharply

Tim was confused. He felt the heat of the girl’s body, the friction of her smooth buttock against his thigh, and the touch of her hand on his side. He simply breathed and inhaled her musk. He remembered very well that that he was to stop when his rider pulled back on the reins but he

was already stopped. The pressure on his mouth increased. He arched his head back and then took a single step back and then another. The pressure ceased.

“Good boy,” Aderyn tried to reassure him. Then she looked down and saw the effect of the girl’s mischief. Her boy’s erection was rampant.

Tim stood in the coral in only his collar and safety harness. His six foot lead secured his collar to the fence.

Emyr freed Tesni and Catrin and closed the gate behind himself. All the grooms, handlers, and trainers gathered round to watch the show.

“Hey, look what your Emyr brought us!” Catrin called to Tesni, seeing the new boy.

“I think he’s cute,” Tesni answered.

Catrin snickered. “You think they’re all cute.”

Tim looked at the Elves. He saw Aderyn chatting with an Elven male. The other Elves hooted and hollered encouragements.

Tim viewed at the two girls with trepidation. Both were sleek and strong, but very female –both alien and alluring. One looked to be about his age; the other older. Uncertain, he backed away until the fence halted his retreat.

The older girl saw his distress and smiled. “Easy, easy now, sweetie,” she purred.

Aderyn looked at Emyr in chagrin. “He seemed to like girls earlier today.”

Emyr smiled. “Relax, everything will work itself out,” he said with confidence.

Tesni approached the skittish boy. Retrained by her harness, she placed her hands on his strong arms and pressed her soft breasts against his chest.

She immediately became of focus of Tim’s awareness. The world and the raucous elves disappeared. Her lips pressed against his and his knees buckled. He sank to sit on the ground with his back pressed against the fence.

Tesni straddled his thighs and slipped onto his lap. Her slit was hot and sopping on his bare skin as her clever, strong hands sought to bring him to her core. Their joining was passionate but awkward. Tesni grounded against him energetically. Tim was aroused beyond control as she sheathed him in her wet heat, should he have even know what was expected of him. The stimulation was too much. He shuddered and ejaculated massively. He groaned aloud and gasped for breath.

Tesni felt him soften inside her. At the place where their bodies her hand joined found proof. She sighed her disappointment. She stood. Her groin was at the level of Tim’s head. She gripped him by the ears and pulled his face into her still hungry sex.

Tim was overwhelmed and confused beyond action. He tried to look to Aderyn for guidance but Teni was too strong. By the time Tesni had taken her pleasure, the young male’s vigor had returned. Catrin straddled him and took her pleasure.

“See,” Aderyn asserted with a bit of pride, “soon my boy will be covering all your girls!”

“More likely, they’ll be covering him!” Emyr quipped.