BIT & BRIDLE FINALE PT I

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IX
 
Hanzo did not resist. Whatever came from this point on, he'd made his stance clear. As Jesse fit him in his gear and bit, he saw a handler come around the corner to fetch him for rounds. She made himself ready and yet was not entirely surprised to see Jesse's hand reach out to take the reins, claiming his company for the time being.

“Not today.” Jesse instructed, his fingers white knuckling the leather hold. “Got something special for him.”

The man looked from Jesse to Hanzo, clearly thinking the wayward pony had done something stupid again and gotten himself in trouble. He fetched another filly and touted her out around the corner to meet the client. What business was it of his if Jesse needed to correct the most troublesome pony in the group? 

Hanzo nudged Jesse's shoulder, but the man gave him a strict, unreadable look. Don't ask questions. Stay in line and be glad I haven't put your ass in the ground for what you pulled. He clopped along obediently, following Jesse out past the carts and down a trail. For a dark moment Hanzo feared he'd pushed too far. He'd made a mistake! Jesse was taking him out to shoot him and end this farce once and for all. He hauled back, a spurt of fear in his belly.

Jesse took the reins and pulled him forward. “Settle now.” he cooed in a familiar, gentle tone. “Hush. Don't you worry. Ain't as bad as all that.” he reassured the pretty gelding, a faint smile on his lips. “There's jus somebody you oughta go on and meet. Thats all.” He reached up and stroked Hanzo's beard fondly, his thumb nail scratching down the jaw with a comforting air. “I shouldn't a underestimated ya.” He continued as they walked down the trail, Hanzo's boots leaving heavy hoof prints in the dirt. “This place, it ain't easy. You'd be surprised how many ponies don't make it a year. I... damn me I took a likin to ya. Stubborn, proud, and those eyes. Such pretty eyes.” 

Hanzo wasn't sure if Jesse was talking directly to him or just musing. He kept quiet and kept pace, observing his surroundings with keen awareness. Whatever happened, he had led himself to this when he made the decision to confront Jesse rather than attempt an escape or seek his revenge. He would have to live with the fallout from that choice...or not. 

“I shouldn't a let ya get under my skin like that. But here we are. You coulda killed me last night. But you didn't. You're smarter than that, ain't ya, Dragon?” Jesse gave him a fond pat. He didn't seem angry. If anything he seemed optimistic, maybe even a tad impressed as he led his dear Dragon to their destination.   
 
Ahead of them was an older barn, clearly one used now more for storage than function. A faded, handmade sign stood above the door with the words 'Ten Gallon Stallions' emblazoned in blue and red.  A tall, broad shouldered man stood out in front, wearing a wide brimmed hat and leaning back with a relaxed air. He looked up as they approached and humphed. “So this is him hum?” He walked forward a took Hanzo by the chin, turning him this way and that. “Don't look like much to me.” 

“Don't underestimate him, Jefe. He's bound to impress or I wouldn't have invested so much time on him.” Jesse assured the man, tugging back on Hanzo's bridle and bringing him around. “Now, I got some work I gotta take care of taday. I need you ta be on yer best behavior for Gabriel. You understand me?”

Hanzo hesitated, looking over at the tall, intimidating man. Those dark eyes were hard to read, and the set of the jaw didn't seem to brook any mercy. But what choice did he have? There was something in play here and he had no choice but to follow through to the end. He nodded, nuzzling Jesse's chest, making a soft whine.

“Don't worry. He's bark's worse than his bite. But that bark is still pretty loud.” He gave Hanzo a soft little kiss on the bridge on his nose and whispered to him, petting through the grays on his temples. Mí bonito, mí buen caballito. Muéstrame que puedes comportarte. Muestrale lo que un buen semental puedes ser." 

Gabriel waited till Jesse was gone before taking the reins, leading Hanzo to him. “You're pretty. I'll give you that. He always did have a weak spot for the pretty ones. But I better see more than a cute face.” He brandished a crop from his side, tapping it to the pony's thigh sharply. “Camina!”

Hanzo's mind snapped back and he pulled himself up into a proud position. He'd gotten a great deal better at the posture and balance of the heeled pony boots and began to come forward, following Gabriel's command. His knees hit his chest as he obeyed and he saw a slight nod from his new commander. He began to move at a faster pace, striving to please.

Gabriel was putting him through the basic paces. Walk, trot, double time. He took him around the trees, expecting that he would not loose his rhythm and pacing as he was worked through the terrain. A sharp clap of the crop against his thighs was an unyielding correction, and Hanzo noticed right off the bat that Gabriel had a much stronger hand than Jesse. Or maybe it was just that Jesse liked him more. He began to make Hanzo kneel and stand, pushing him to leap up without hesitation and get to his feet. “Come on. When I tell a pony to hope I expect to see them hop!” 

Hanzo did his best, quickly figuring out how to go from knees to standing without loosing his balance. The gruff grunt seemed to be the closest thing to approval he was going to get.   
 
Over all he seemed satisfied. Not thrilled, but satisfied. “I've seen better. I expect better given how much trouble you've been to my Jesse.” He spoke gruffly and scratched down Hanzo's scalp, asserting his control, his power in this situation. He needn't have bothered. Hanzo could smell authority coming from this man. Perhaps it was his baring, the manner in which he carried himself. Maybe it was the way he walked or even how he spoke. But it was clear who held the reins here. “But he promised me you're worth the effort. Let's find out.”    
 
Hanzo was led into the barn, the dirty state of this place only increasing the sensation of fear in him. Was this some sort of specialized play area? Some of their clients liked things to feel dirty and cruel even when everything was being monitored safely. But he didn't get that feeling from this. No. There was an authenticity to this place that seemed like he was threatened just by being in here. This was outside the usual polished offerings of the rest of the ranch.   
 
In the center of the room was a rather long bench which had been bolted to the floor. It looked new compared to everything else, for it was made from polished wood and looked to be clean. As Hanzo got closer, his eyes adjusting to the new light of his surroundings, he was ashamed to say he stumbled for a moment. Jutting up from the bench were dildos, separated by about two feet going the whole length of the board. As he was made to walk up to it, Hanzo could see each one created a new challenge, increasing in length, girth, and shape. He could feel his asshole clench up just looking at some of the ones further down the line up!   

“I see that look, Dragon.” Gabriel's tone was unshaken as he walked Hanzo up to the first of them. “Are you really going to stand there and disappoint me? Disappoint Jesse?” He asked and popped the man's ass cheek. “I don't think you wanna do that, do you?” he righted Hanzo's face and pointed him down the line. “You are gonna sit down on each one, all the way. Once your ass hits that seat, you can pull up and move down to the next one. You have five minuets. If I see you pull up before your all the way down, you will be brought back to the first cock and start all over again. If you go over your time limit, you will be brought back to the start and you will do it all over again. Do you understand me, Dragon?”

Hanzo nodded quickly. What choice was there but to do it and do it well. Clearly Jesse had bragged on him, talked him up to this man. Well now that had put him in the awkward position of proved that it wasn't all just talk. Would Jesse be in trouble if he failed to achieve? Was this Gabriel person Jesse's boss? He was not given much time to think on it before Gabriel walked up behind him and removed the tail plug with brusque quickness. The audible pop made him aware of just how open he must be by now. He wondered if that would be a help or hindrance.   
 
Gabriel took a spray bottle and walked to the first toy, spritzing it down till it shone with lubricant. In one hand he held the bottle, in the other, a stop watch. “Ready?” he asked and before Hanzo could give any kind of confirmation, he clicked the button. “Get going.”
 
Hanzo gurgled behind the gag and straddled the bench, widening his stance and trying to hold a decent balance. He hadn't even had time to think this through! Bad enough he was three inches taller, making the bench down between his knees, but he had to bend his knees and hope his aim was right of risk sitting down and either jamming the toy up inside or missing and having it hit him right in the perineum! That kind of sharp, thudding pain would be unbearable, he'd likely lose his balance or worse, leave a nasty bruise that would make doing this even more difficult. He severely doubted that Gabriel would let him stop if he was foolish enough to fall.
 
He missed once and managed to catch himself, standing back up and giving it another shot as he slowly brought himself down. The moment he felt a pressure between his thighs and ended up dancing his ass around, trying to get it lined up right before slowly letting the tip slide in. It was not so bad. The first one was barely the length and width of a finger, and the plug had been holding him open for hours. Hanzo sunk into it, letting his body embrace the push and move back up. Down and up, down and up, getting himself ready for the next. He breathed a sigh of relief as his cheeks hit the seat and began to draw himself up. 

“That took you a whole minuet?” Gabriel growled out, shaking his head and giving Hanzo a hard slap with the crop. Another followed, blistering into the rounded muscle of his chest and then clapping down against his abdomen. This was not a gentle encouragement or a reminder of his place. This was a direct application of force, driving him to endure and work for his client. “Get a move on! Nine more to go and four minuets to do it in!” 

Hanzo whined and pulled himself back up, waddling down the line to the next one and working himself over it, pushing down perhaps a bit too fast. It bubbled up inside of him and he crooned out, aware of the new length within him. These toys were made of wood, which for him was something of a mixed blessing. On one hand, silicone or such would have wiggled around and been difficult to aim. On the other hand, wood had no give, no relax to it. Once it was inside, eh would feel that hard strength ass the way up inside.   

Hanzo groaned as he pushed himself down and let his cheeks hit the seat under him. He rose up and moved to the third, managing it fairly well, getting his cheeks on the board before moving to the forth. Gabriel walked ahead of him, giving each one a few squirts of lube so it was prepared for his body. Whether or not his body was prepared for the toy was another matter entirely.   
 
“Two minuets.” Gabriel announced. The man was barely even looking at him! He was struggling so hard to do this and yet it didn't seem to matter one way or the other to this bastard! Hanzo struggled over and with foolish determination sat right down, feeling the swift grind of it slam up inside of his as the toy filled his body. The thickness was starting to come closer to what he was used to, and he tried not to let it be a distraction to his efforts.   
 
He raised up and felt his asshole gape, trying to close on nothing as he moved awkwardly to the fifth toy on the line-up. The thick head was met with resistance and he had to bare down to get it in. He was almost grateful as he saw Gabriel pull out the bottle and give it a squirt under his ass, allowing him to slide down it with glorious ease. But he had been mistaken. His hole was becoming tender, easily susceptible to this new sensation. As he tried to pull back off, the hard wood ground up against hid prostate and Hanzo lost his balance, slamming back down on the toy. His spine went rigid and he cried out, the pleasure flooding his system. He tried again to raise up, but his own flesh was his most ardent betrayer. The thick head was like a bulwark, holding him on the prick. Even as he tried to rock back and forth, it only succeeded it pushing up against his sensitive prostate, weakening his resolve.   
 
Cock hard in his chastity cage, Hanzo was trying desperately hard not to cum. Jesse had done his job too well. In the weeks he'd spent here, Hanzo had taken to being fucked into orgasm remarkably well. He had begun to associate the thick press of being penetrated with orgasm far more than the distant yearnings of his own cock. Now it was going to be his downfall. He was fucking himself on the toy without thinking about it, seeking the relief that could only come from the relentless pressure of being milked. It was strange, but he had come to crave that tension. His cock left to leak helplessly, his prostate toyed with until he could no longer withhold and he was drained of his cum. Sometimes he was allowed an orgasm, other times they somehow managed to accomplish this and leave him somehow painfully unsatisfied, urging on his most needy sensibilities. It was a part of how they trained their ponies. Keeping them teetering on the edge between sexual gratification and constant awareness of their own desires working against them.   
 
Always horny. Always in need of something that would only be permitted when they preformed to the exact specifications. Never promised, but always a possibility they could work towards. Hanzo was not blind. For some ponies, orgasm seemed to encourage them to achieve as they were told. For others, denial brought them to heel quicker, making them meek. Some needed the promise of a reward if they worked hard enough. And some...some were permanently denied, their orgasms ruined or in some cases entirely ignored. Whatever it took to create a docile, compliant pony who came when called and offered themselves up to the clients wishes.  
 
When the beep went off, Gabriel sneered at him. “Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.” He grabbed the man by the reins and yanked him off, a hollow popping noise echoing in the old barn. “Back to the start. Go on! Move it, pony!” He drove Hanzo ahead of him with mean lashes from the crop. “The way he went on about you, I expected much better than this. You're so distracted by your own needs you're not getting any focus.” Gabriel hit him with a volley of blows, Hanzo yelping and whinnying properly as his ass was given a dozen new red stripes to show off. “Five minuets! Do something to impress me!”
 
Hanzo blurted out a panicked noise as he heard the click and rushed down the line. He pounced on the first, his cheeks just touching the wood before he yanked himself back up and slide down the second, bouncing hard enough to make himself howl. He hit the third with just enough strength to come off it in one movement, his hole sore and surely raw by now. But in his haste to do better, he missed and jerked off the fourth too soon.

Gabriel missed nothing. “You think you're going to cheat your way out of this?” He took the reins and Hanzo bellowed in protest as he was drug back to the starting point again. He panted and shook his head, fear and doubt creeping into his senses. “You're wasting time. Four minuets left! Get a move on.”

He pushed! Oh god how he pushed! He made it to the fourth one and hear the beep again, shaking his head in disbelief. ~Please! I can't! It's impossible!~ He balked at the third start, pulling away from the toys, his hole fluttering as he began to sweat. 

Gabriel's stone like eyes fixed him to the spot. “You're not just wasting your time, pony. You're wasting mine. And I don't have much patience for ponies who waste my time.” He set down the crop and drew out a cattle prod from the duffel bag he'd brought with him. He held the reigns tightly and Hanzo shrieked when the electricity popped over high thigh, making the flesh and muscle seize terribly. “Do I make myself clear?”

“NEIGH!” Hanzo nodded hurriedly. “Neigh!”  
 
“You've got three minuets. Make it count.” Gabriel warned, no patience in his voice at all for bad ponies who couldn't follow simple instructions.   
 
He wasn't going to make it. He knew that. But he was so terrified of what would happen if Gabriel thought he hadn't tried hard enough that he pushed. When five sunk back into his ass he lost himself for a split second, the distracting grip of it pushing up into his body with damning force. He made himself drag off it trough pure will power and worked himself towards number six. The length of it was what did him in when it began to push into new places. Knobs along the side bubbled up, maneuvering into the sensitive flesh, caressing the insides of his tunnel and creating the most beautifully fluttering sensation. It was addictive to sink onto, and before he could stop himself, be was rolling his hips on it, trying to push himself into deeper pleasure. Perhaps he told himself a lie in the back of his mind. Something like ~If it feels good enough, the next one will be easier to take.~ But the truth of it was he was forgetting his purpose. Good ponies, obedient ponies don't try to focus on their own pleasure. They focus on the clients first and foremost. Hanzo's eyes rolled back and he almost managed before the timer went off and he was forced to begin anew.   
 
Again. Again. He was loosing track quickly and perhaps that was for the best! By the time he came to six he was aware of a pushing that would not go away, a numbness that seemed to permeate the inside of his hole even as he began to work down on the bigger ones.   
 
Gabriel made a disgruntled noise when the beep went off again and checked his progress. “Eight in five minuets. Now we're getting somewhere.” He walked over and took the reins, but did not pull Hanzo off yet. “Take a second. You feel that?”

Hanzo, bleary eyed and exhausted, leaned forward and nodded. He squirmed a bit and realized just how large this one had to be. He could feel his hole opened wide, stretched by the sheer girth. It felt as though he would move and see it in his belly. He cried out softly, shaking his head, pleading wordlessly for a moment of mercy. 

“This is where you oughta be able to go at a moments notice. Nobody has time for ponies who can't open themselves up and be ready.” Gabriel brushed his heard with his fingers, mulling things over. “He's been too soft on ya. I see that now. But there's...potential here. Drive. I can see that.” Gabriel lifted Hanzo's chin and pointed to the last two. “Last chance. Make it worth the trip.”

The retraction about knocked him out. He was a slippery hole pleading to be filled and there was nothing else within him. Hanzo looked down, his cock so engorged that it had pushed out a little from the slit in the front, causing his arousal to become unbearable! He would have given anything for the mercy of a numbing cream right now. His thighs burned. His hole was raw. He was exhausted and sweating and yet Gabriel seemed to take no notice!   
 
And he did not wish to know what would happen if he failed once more.
 
He pushed with all he had in him. There was no traction left at the moment. He slid down the first six without effort, pushing himself as the seventh plunged into him and left him gasping for air. He was neither in pleasure nor pain, but a wild and hazy clarity which pushed him to completion. As he lodged the eights deep into himself, a low, dazed groan peeled up over his lips as he drug himself off, moving to the ninth.   
 
Hanzo didn't dare take the time to look at it, but oh did he feel it!  He could barely breath as it pushed into him, spreading him wider than his body felt capable of accepting! Hanzo howled out, drowning in his own arousal as it forcefully took him. He knees were weak. It was only by the grace of Gabriel's hold on the reins that he did not slam the entire thing inside. Perhaps the man knew that Jesse would be upset of Hanzo returned to him damaged. Or perhaps he didn't want to ruin a profitable pony.   

“Last one, pony. One minuet.”

Hanzo rose obediently, knowing that the noise his hole made would echo in his brain for the rest of his life. He positioned himself over the last toy and sunk down with clear resolution, taking it one inch at a time. By the time his ass hit the seat he was rigid as a statue, jaw agape as he tried not to clench, or move, or breath. All those things seemed like very bad ideas.   
 
“Well well.” Gabriel chuckled. “Not bad, Dragon. Not bad at all.” he took out his cell and snapped a few photos, then kneeling down to check. He pressed his hand up against Hanzo's belly and felt the firm press inside of it, nodding with satisfaction as the poor pony cried out from the strain. “Alright then. Up ya go. Come on.” He tucked his fingers under the pony's ass and helped him lift up, carrying him over to a pallet and letting Hanzo rest on his side. “Sporting a nice rosebud there, pony.” he cupped his hand along the poor creature's ass, spreading the cheeks so he could take a few more photos of the red and exposed hole.   
 
Hanzo could not bring himself to care that he was being photographed. Compared to everything else it seemed a minor torment. He knew on some level that he was moaning with every breath, his body half conscious as his fetters were released and he was allowed the privilege of laying there like a rug on the floor. He was too exhausted to sleep, yet he lay there as if utterly unaware of his surroundings. He was vaguely aware of Gabriel saying something to someone, but it hardly mattered. If he moved he was sure he would die from sheer lack of ability.
 
He didn't know how long he lay there, but at some point he heard a car pull up outside. Warm, familiar hands wrapped around his head and two men moved him onto a stretcher, laying him gently in the back seat of a van and driving back up the dirt road to the house. Hanzo drifted off in the relative comfort, plied to slumber by the rhythmic bumping of the truck. In his sleep, he could swear he heard them talking.
 
“Honestly? Not bad. Not bad at all. Stubborn of course. But then I can't imagine you pickin someone who wasn't a challenge.”

“Does that mean I got your approval for the go ahead, Jefe?”

“You don't need my approval. This is your show now. You're the boss.”

“Yep. But that don't mean I don't appreciate the insight. I got concerns beyond the obvious.” Jesse voice sounded worried, but hopeful as he spoke to Gabriel.

“I know. Thought I recognized him. You think his connections to yakuza might be an issue in the long run?” 

“Don't know. Could go either way honestly. I paid for him, fair and square. Even if that brother of his thinks he's alive, nobody we dealt with knows where this place is. He'd be hard pressed to find it without a reliable informant.” Jesse rolled down the window, spat, and rolled it back up. “As it stands... well we'll have to see what he says.”

“It's your risk to take, Jesse. But for what it's worth, I think he's a solid choice.”   
 
“Good to hear. Lets get him up to the house and get him fixed up. You gonna stick around?”

“No. I'm headed back to the mainland tonight. Got business to take care of.” Gabriel sniffed and looked back at their passenger. “He's gonna be a handful.”

“Wasn't I?”

“You were a fuckin pain in the ass.”
 
They arrived at the house and Jesse had him brought up the stairs to his rooms, placed on the bed like he was a guest instead of the trained and broken pony they had worked so hard to turn him into. Hanzo had no illusions of escape. He could do nothing but lie there weakly as Jesse went to say his goodbyes. He faded in and out of consciousness, but when he awakened next it was to the feeling of a warm, soapy washcloth being drug over his tired skin, washing off the sweat and dirt.   
 
“Shush. You jus take it easy there, Hanzo.” Jesse told him in soft, caring tones. “Just rest. I'm gonna take care a ya.” Hanzo gurgled up and let his head fall to the side, swallowing dryly. A glass of water was brought to his lips and he drank plenty, moaning when Jesse turned him over carefully and began to wash down his back. The man took such caution with him, petting over every in and rinsing him when he was clean. He took a large, fluffy bath towel and dried him off before easing his way down to the bruised cheeks. “Now this is gonna sting a bit, but it's worth it, I promise.”

Hanzo did not ask, but he winced and sobbed out as fingers were stroke over the raw state of his asshole. His fingers dug into the pillow, but he did not dare move. They always took care of their ponies after. A damaged pony couldn't work and a pony who couldn't work couldn't make money. But that did not lessen how comforting it felt to be tended to in this way, his aching body soothed by the numbing and protective gel. The fingers slipped inside, applying an even coating, and Hanzo could not help but lift his hips ever so slightly, his body still craving release even past pain.
 
“I know. I know. Not exactly the best feeling after. But don't you worry. Shush. There we go.” Jesse continued to spread the salve against the flesh, helping to numb the pain and protect any minor tearing that may have occurred. His fingers withdrew all too quickly and he mistook the whine for one of pain. “Just you relax. It's over.”

“Ouh...o-ver?” Hanzo managed and looked up into the man's warm brown eyes. He cringed, realizing he should have known better than to speak. Had he not spent the last several weeks having his brain drug in and out through the rigorous conditioning until he felt his own human mind slip away and the obedience of a pony push through? If this latest torment did not solidify his place here, what on earth would? But there was no rebuke. Jesse merely smiled and continued to tend to him.
 
“Don't worry about that right now. Get some sleep. When you're ready, you're gonna grab a hot soak, take some very good pain killers, eat a meal, and then...you and I are gonna have a chat.” Jesse moved his fingers to the injuries left along his thighs and ass, slowly working the salve into them. Once he had finished the with preliminary care, he took warm oil and began to knead it into Hanzo's shoulders and neck, pulling tension and strain out of the muscles as the body went limp under his ministrations.
 
Confusion crept through him. What was this? Was it a new game of some kind? A trick? Had he done so poorly? Had he done so well? Should he neigh or say thank you? Should he move at all? Damn but he did not want to move if it was not demanded of him! He wanted to ask about what, but his brain finally caught up with his body. He did not remember what happened next, but an inky blackness took him and he dropped into nothingness like it was a blanket wrapped around him.