© 2005 Socks Furrotica
With a groan, Andrew woke up. His shoulders still felt sore from
the previous night, but the soreness felt good. The memories of
how he became sore felt good. He didn't get to Master Paul's
house too often, but when he could, he always enjoyed his time
there. He stretched a little, letting the sheets run over his
body. The bed next to him was empty, Master Paul must have gotten
up already, Andrew thought. He quietly slid out of bed himself.
He explored the house quietly, looking for anyone home. He found
a note on the bathroom mirror. "I went for some food, I will
return by 10:00. Make yourself at home." Andrew smiled, and
went to the living room to watch some television. He stopped when
he found a photo album on the coffee table. He looked through it,
and found pictures of Paul. The Master he knew was an older man,
and wore it well. Andrew liked to play with older men, he
respected them more than the younger "Masters" he had toyed with
downtown. Older men knew how to keep a boy on the brink for
hours, and made the reward of servitude that much sweeter.
In these pictures, Paul was obviously younger. They were taken in
a rural area, it could have been anywhere. Andrew was taken with
the style of farm. No livestock, but some crops. In some
pictures he could see a barn with pens, but no sign of cows or
pigs. He was engrossed in the photo album when he heard the front
door open. Before he could get up, Paul came in from the
cold. Andrew shivered as the wind swept through the house.
Paul quickly closed the door behind him, and put down his small
bag. "Good morning!" he said, smiling.
"Good morning Sir!" Andrew said. He moved to stand, but Paul
waved him to stay seated. "Can I help with that, Sir?"
Paul took off his coat, and hung it up in the closet. "It's ok
boy." He said. "You're my guest, and after last night you really
should relax a little." Andrew looked like he was going to
stand. Paul shook his head while he took off his high rubber
boots. "Do I have to strap you to that chair boy? Don't
think I won't!"
Andrew smiled himself. "I would enjoy that Sir!"
"In that case you can help me make breakfast." Paul said, putting the
boots on a drying mat. "Put that energy to work for a little
Over breakfast, they talked about the photo album. "That's my
hobby farm." Paul told him. "Its a few hours out of the
'cities. I got it a long time ago, and I've kept it going over
the years. I thought of making it bigger or better, but I don't
want to quit my job here."
"So how do you run it?" Andrew asked.
"I have some people that help." Paul said. "Boys with farming in
their blood, Masters who want to get away from the city, and a few
other volunteers. I go when I can, on the weekends. But the
other boys really maintain it day to day in season."
Andrew nodded. "I've never been on a farm, Sir." He said.
"Haven't been out of a city all my life."
"Not much to see right now." Paul said. "The house is kept clean,
and the animals are gone for the year. But if you'd like, we can
go in the spring?"
"We, Sir?" Andrew sat up straight in his chair. "You'd take me?"
"Absolutely!" Paul said with a wide smile. "If you fit in, I
could even find a place for you to stay there for the summer if you'd
"That would be great!" Andrew said with a smile. "It would be a
lot nicer than going home."
Paul nodded. "But I don't want freeloaders on my farm." He said
sternly. "If you go there, you will be earning your keep."
"I can do my best, Sir!" Andrew said.
Paul nodded to himself, and sat back in his chair. He rubbed his
index finger on his chin in thought. "Let me see, the snow is
supposed to be gone by April, so that's three months to start strength
training..." Andrew looked puzzled, but Paul paid him no
mind. "Tell my boy, can you get a night a week off from school to
Andrew thought a moment. He could drop intramural volleyball, and
free up a weeknight. And it wouldn't take too much away from his
college studies. "I can do that Sir." He said confidently.
"Good." Paul said. "Then do so. I want you here one night a
week to get you ready. You're probably not used to working on a
farm, and its physical work. But if you're up to it, you will be
rewarded." As he spoke, Paul brought his foot up to Andrew's
crotch slowly and rubbed the fabric of his underpants.
Andrew smiled, and tried not to melt in his chair. "I will do
that, Sir!" They then planned their arrangements.
Thursday night, Andrew took the bus to his Master's house. He
didn't know what to expect, but his Master told him to bring only a
change of clothing to go back to the dorms in. He got to the
door, and his Master let him in out of the cold. They went
straight down into the basement.
"I want to see how strong you are, boy." Master Paul said. "Off
with the clothing, I don't want you to get them all sweaty." He
stripped the boy down naked, and looked over him with a new eye.
"Very good." He said aloud, mostly to himself. "Now let's start."
As the night progressed, Paul had Andrew do sit ups, push ups, then he
lifted weights. What started as light repetitions became straight
dead lifting, to see the boy's maximum strength. He then took
Andrew to a treadmill, and worked him out for endurance and
speed. Paul took notes every time Andrew was done with an
By the end of the night, Andrew felt more wiped out than the all the
nights he spent in the sling combined. He straddled the
weightlifting bench, with his arms on the bars of the barbell set
breathing hard. He could barely move without pain, so he just
rested on the bar. Paul sat behind the young boy, and with a
towel gently wiped his back down. "You did good tonight, boy." He
said gently. Andrew tried to move his arm to help, but was too
sore to do even that. "Don't move, boy." Paul said gently.
"Let yourself recover. You did your work already."
In minutes Paul had Andrew lying on his belly on the bench. Paul
massaged and toweled off the young man with the hands of an
expert. "It's a lost art for a lot of folks." He said to
Andrew. "When farmers would work their horses in the fields,
they'd have to give them a rub down like this to prepare them for the
next day. It's a little something I had passed down from my
family." Andrew could barely nod as Paul's powerful hands
massaged every muscle group on Andrew's body. Andrew fell asleep
on the bench.
He woke up to the smell of something being cooked. He tried to
get up, but found his body wasn't happy with the idea. He groaned
as he rolled back into the couch. In a moment, Paul walked into
the living room. "Need help?"
"Yes Sir." Andrew barely croaked out. Paul helped to get him
sitting upright. "Is every night going to be like this, Sir?"
"No boy." Paul said. "I just wanted to know what kind of help you
could be on the farm. And I think I know where I can use
you." Paul smiled as Andrew fought to remain conscious.
"I'll give you a quick rubdown after dinner before I send you
home." Paul wrapped a blanket over Andrew, and went back to his
cooking. That night, he used some ointment to give Andrew a full
massage. When Andrew woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed,
nothing in his body hurt like he thought it should.
For the next two months, Andrew enjoyed going to his Master's
house. Class ended at 3 PM, he'd go back to the dorm to get his
backpack. Catch a bus to near his Master's home, and walk the
rest of the way. Once there, Master Paul would strip him naked,
and work out with him in the basement. An hour of strength
training, a rest, an hour of endurance training, a rest, and then
Andrew would be placed in a harness and sometimes a leather head cage
to have dinner. Sometimes there would be sex, sometimes not.
Then Paul would remove the gear, put out a sheet on the floor, and give
Andrew a full body massage using a blue colored ointment. Andrew
grew to truly enjoy the smell of eucalyptus and herbs, as it meant he'd
be truly rewarded. As each week came and went, the sexual scene
he had craved at first became secondary to that massage. It was
erotic on a level he didn't think possible outside of sex, but that's
why he liked older Masters.
Paul would whisper in Andrew's ear, tell him how good a boy he
was. Tell him how much improvement he was making from week to
week. "You'll be such a big help on the farm." He said.
"Yes... Yes you will. Strong, powerful, able to go all
day. And every night you'll get a rub down like this from a
stable hand or me." Andrew would close his eyes, and he could
imagine working on the farm. And he'd smile, thinking that every
night he'd receive this as a reward. "Strong workers on a farm
are a good thing." Paul whispered. "You'll fit in so
perfectly. Just relax, and know you'll be perfect. You'll
be perfect on the farm."
Andrew would go back to the dorms, and sleep deeper than he ever knew
was possible. After the first week, he began to go to the weight
room of his college for half an hour a day. As the weeks
progressed, he would go more often. It felt good to work out,
gain more definition in his arms and legs and stomach. He would
mix it up with running the gym, pushing his endurance as far as he
One night when Andrew showed up to Paul's home, he was greeted with a
hug. They went straight to the basement, where Andrew removed his
clothing. Paul smiled. "Boy, this time I want to try
something different." Andrew looked confused as Paul went to a
closet door. Andrew knew it was filled with fetish gear, and
smiled. Paul came back with a bodysuit, and a small box.
"Have you ever worn rubber before, boy?"
"No Sir!" Andrew said. Paul looked between the boy's legs, and
grinned. Andrew looked at his full erection, and blushed.
"I see you like the idea." Paul said. "Let me prepare you."
Paul used a towel and talc powder to dry Andrew's body down, and then
worked the rubber suit over the boy. It seemed forever to Andrew,
but soon enough the suit was on, and clinging to Andrew tight.
Paul had him sit down, and he placed the rubber socks and gloves onto
Andrew as well. "We'll save the hood for another time." Paul
said. "Take a look at yourself. What do you think?"
Andrew got up, and looked in one of the mirrors. He could see
himself; his muscles seemed to have more definition when framed in the
rubber catsuit. His erection was pressed up against his belly,
and his sac was pressed into the suit in a way that made them seem
larger. He thought he would vanish into the background in all
black, but the suit made him seem more defined. "This is awesome,
Paul patted the boy on the ass. "I'm glad you like it boy."
He physically turned the boy from the mirror. "Let's get to work
then, boy." Andrew's workout seemed to fly by, and Paul was happy
with the progress. Andrew beamed with pride when Paul called him
a "Big strong hass". Paul encouraged Andrew to stay in the suit
over dinner, but took him out of it for the rubdown.
Andrew lay on his back as Paul worked his arm and shoulder. "You
liked that suit, didn't you boy?"
"Yes Sir." Andrew said, with his eyes closed.
"That’s good." Paul said. "I like my help to wear rubber; it's
easier to clean them off when the day is over." Andrew shivered
at the thought. Strong and sexy farmhands all encased in rubber,
working hard all day. Then at night, rubdowns from strong,
muscular men. Andrew shivered again, and smiled at the
thought. "Just relax." Paul whispered. "Just listen to me,
your Master. Relax your arm, your shoulder, your chest, and let
me get your blood flowing again. You'll be a big, strong worker
on the farm, won't you?" Andrew nodded weakly.
"Big, strong, work like a horse all day. You'll enjoy that,
working hard for your keep. Won't you boy?" Andrew nodded
again. "You will, you'll know the pleasures of working for its
own reward. Hard work never goes unrewarded, boy." Paul
whispered in Andrew's ear for a long time, massaging him with the blue
ointment as he talked.
A few days later, Andrew was sitting in his bunk when his roommate
walked in. "Hey Drew." Andrew looked up, nodded slowly, and
went back into his book. "Hey, you been burning incense or
"No?" Andrew asked, lowering his book again. "Why?"
"Smells musky in here." The roommate said. "Or did you forget
Andrew looked around his bed. "something to throw...
something to throw...."
The roommate laughed and opened his closet door for protection.
"Hey! I'm just talkin'!"
"Aright, aright." Andrew said. "I'll get my gym clothes into the
wash by tonight."
"Good. But I'm keeping the door open for a bit, ok?" Andrew
shrugged as his roommate opened the door and put the box fan in the
doorframe to blow air out the door.
By second week of March, Andrew repeated his ritual of going to Master
Paul's house. Once there, Paul helped him strip. "You
shaved yourself boy?" Paul asked.
"Yes Sir!" Andrew said. "I figured it would be easier to get into
the uniform if there were no hairs to get in the way. So, I took
some time and did it."
"Good thinking, boy." Paul said. "Go ahead and get prepared, I'll
be right back down." Andrew powdered himself up, and got
into as much of the suit as he could. He never could get the back
zipper. Paul came back down with a larger box. "I want you
to wear these boots this time."
Andrew looked in the box, and saw a nice pair of heavy rubber
boots. They were definitely meant to go over the legs and feet,
but there were obvious hoof-like ends to them. It would make his
stand on his toes, and move his ankle up like he was wearing
heels. He looked up to Paul, confused. "Master?"
"You're developing into a big strong boy." Paul said. "I want to
see if you really could be as strong as a horse. You're already
hung like one." Andrew looked at him with a strange glance.
"Trust me boy, have I led you wrong yet?"
"No Sir." Andrew said, and he knew Master Paul hadn't.
"Then trust your Master." Paul said. Andrew sat down, and let
Paul put the boots over his feet. He laced them up to almost his
knee, and buckled the tops in place. "See? You look good
like that!" Andrew stood up, a little shaky at first. In
minutes he figured out how to stand, and move slowly. "You're
doing GREAT boy! Feel ready to try some walking?"
"Yes Sir!" They worked on the treadmill; Andrew used the rails to
hold himself up. After ten minutes of walking, he managed to do
it unassisted. Before the night ended, he was walking on the
treadmill without using his arms to hold himself up. Andrew got
out of the boots, and felt his leg muscles get tight when he climbed
the staircase to the kitchen.
After dinner, Paul worked his hands over Andrew's legs and ass.
"Big and strong." He said soothingly. "Big and strong. Just
like a horse. I meant what I said. You are hung like a
horse. You'd make a good working horse on the farm, wouldn't
you?" Andrew felt so relaxed, he could barely nod. Paul's
hands worked muscles that felt knotted up, and it felt so good to have
the blue ointment rubbed into his skin again. "Big working
horse. Strong boy, strong as a horse."
He went back to the dorms in a daze, still smelling the ointment as he
sat on the bus. A few people in rows in front of him made Andrew
feel nervous. Someone else got on the bus, and sat behind
him. Andrew tried to calm himself, but it wasn't working.
So he got up and moved to the back of the bus where he could see
everyone. That eased his nerves a little until he got back to his
dorm room. The smell of the room relaxed him. The routine
of his weekly school schedule did more so.
April finally came, and the snow was still on the ground. Master
Paul told Andrew that the farm would probably not be ready for a few
more weeks. Andrew kept his weekly schedule with his Master, the
hoof boots becoming more and more comfortable with every workout.
Eventually, Master Paul worked him into a rubber hood, as well as
rubber mittens for his workouts as well. The sessions ended with
massages, as they always had. Paul whispering into Andrew's ears,
working his body to relaxation. Andrew would lay there, soak it
all in. He stopped caring what Master Paul said, the meaning was
more important to him.
Near the end of one session, Master Paul ran his hands along Andrew's
neck and back of his head. "The farm is finally ready for the
season." Paul said. "Do you think you're ready to go up there?"
"I think so Master Paul." Andrew said. "I feel ready."
"Good." Paul smiled. "When do you have a weekend free?"
"Finals are coming up." Andrew said. "I really should study a
little more too..."
"Don't worry about finals, Stud." Paul said with some
authority. Andrew took in a deep breath, and nodded slowly.
"You have this weekend free, don't you?"
"Yes Master." Andrew answered on automatic.
"You know what to do when you get back." Paul said. It was
not a question, it was a statement. Andrew just nodded.
Friday morning, Andrew got up earlier than usual. He did his
normal morning routine, and went into the direction of his class
building. He walked through it, and out the back door. He
walked off campus, and past the first few bus stops. Commuter
traffic was a little heavy, and nobody noticed the young man walking
down the street. He got to a new bus stop, and boarded a bus
He rode it to a stop after his Master's house, and walked back.
Master Paul was putting things into his truck when Andrew
approached. "You followed my instructions?"
"Yes Master." Andrew said. "But I don't understand all the
"You don't need to, Stud." Andrew felt a warm tingle go through
his body. "I need to get a few more things, and we can head
up. Get in the truck, and relax a little. It's going to be
a long trip." Andrew nodded, and watched Master Paul get a few
more boxes into the back of the truck. Without much fanfare, they
drove out of St. Paul.
They talked along the way more to pass time than to say anything in
particular. The city highway turned into suburbs, and those
rolled into countryside. After a while, only a few houses could
be seen dotted along the farmland. "This is like where I grew
up." Paul said. "My father had a farm, larger than mine."
"Grew crops?" Andrew asked.
"The usual rotation." Paul said. "We kept cattle, and a couple of
horses. I always liked the horses more. They're pretty
smart. Kind of like you."
Andrew blushed, "Thank you Master."
"You've gotten yourself worked up to quite the stud horse!" Paul
said. Andrew smiled a little; just hearing himself called that
was warming to his heart. "I could see that within you when we
first met. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
"I have too Master!" Andrew felt himself relax; he had wanted to
see a real farm. Work on it with his Master. He looked
forward to it all winter.
Paul turned off the highway, and drove along some rural roads for half
an hour to where he drove into a gravel road. That led him to a
house near the end. Andrew helped Master Paul get his things out
of the truck, and they unlocked the house. Inside was furnished,
and very clean. "I'm surprised there's no dust, Master?"
"One of my boys already got the place ready for us." Master Paul said,
putting things away in the main room. "He's probably out on the
property making sure it's all in order. Would you like a
tour?" Andrew nodded quickly. Paul took him around the main
areas, pointing out to fields and what would be grown where this
year. He took his time showing Andrew the barn. "We're
keeping the horses in here. The barn used to be a little further
away. We had this one built last summer with some modern
conveniences. Now it's a little closer to the house, and easier
for me to keep an eye on what happens. We tore down the old barn,
now we're moving shop to the new one."
Over each stall was a wood carving with a name in it. "Afterglow"
looked to be the newest sign. The others looked a little
weathered. "Laddie", "Velvet", "Gypsy"... there were quite
a few of them. The stalls were in well maintained shape.
"So do you like this barn?"
"It's a nice barn, Master!" Andrew said. "But it's also the only
one I've ever been in."
Paul nodded, and looked at the stalls. "These will be filled in a
few weeks." He said. "Would you like to help with that?"
"I would, Master!" Andrew said. Paul smiled, and motioned to
Andrew to follow him. They walked back over to the main
house. Without saying anything, Master Paul handed Andrew a
suitcase, and motioned back to the barn. They walked back to the
barn, and Paul patted a work bench on one side. Andrew sat down.
"Strip." Andrew looked around nervously. "Don't worry, the
only ones around are you, me, and the hand out looking at the
property. You'll be fine." Andrew's face turned red, and he
removed his clothing and folded it on the side of the bench. He
sat on the other side, looking at his Master.
Paul brought over another bench, and placed the suitcase on it.
He opened it up with some care. He reached inside, and pulled out
a black rubber catsuit like Andrew had been wearing for his
exercise. Andrew's face lit up, and his penis got firmer as he
looked at this suit. "I see you like this, boy?" Andrew
nodded. "This one's a little different than the one you're used
to." Master Paul rotated it around, and showed his boy the whole
suit. It was all one piece, with the only opening around the face.
Andrew's eyes were fixed on the crotch, however. This suit was
molded to house his testicles and shaft in rubber. His jaw
quivered a little as Master Paul rotated the suit around. He then
saw the tail, a horse's tail on the backside. He sat up, and
looked over the costume carefully. He then noticed the hooves on
the ends of the feet, and hands of the suit. He looked up
questioningly at Master Paul.
"I told you before, Stud, you're a strong one. I think you'd be a
great horse for my kinky little farm, don't you?" Paul smiled,
and Andrew looked at the suit again. "It would really be a shame
if you didn't wear it. I think you'd look great as a horse.
In fact, you know you're a good horse already."
All that time working out, all of the time spent in the hooves, he felt
comfortable with the idea. And this suit was right here, and his
Master was excited too, he could tell by the way Master Paul was
shifting his weight around. If nothing else, it could be a
wonderfully kinky weekend. No harm in it, nobody would need to
know. And he liked the idea of being a stud horse, big and
powerful. It gave him some meaning that otherwise he didn't
have. Andrew just nodded. "I... I am a good horse."
"That's my stud!" Master Paul said. "You'll be the first horse of
the year, always the most powerful one." Andrew's firm shaft
twitched once, and he idly began to stroke it while looking at the
suit. Paul leaned forward, and slapped his hand away.
"Plenty of time for that later. You need to be prepared first."
Master Paul put on a pair of heavy rubber gloves, and directed the boy
to lie down on the bench. He toweled off the boy's skin, and
retrieved a large jar of salve from the suitcase. "The massage
will help you get into this suit. Your muscles need to be relaxed
so the suit can smooth over them." Master Paul said. The boy
nodded, and brought his arms behind his head to balance himself on the
Master Paul took his time rubbing the salve into the boy's feet and
legs. Then as he did, he brought the suit over. Andrew
watched as Master Paul opened the face hole of the costume, and
scrunched it down to the hind hooves. He then slowly brought the
rubber up the boy's legs, smoothing the material out as he did
so. He stopped at just under the boy's crotch.
"Don't you dare cum, boy." Master Paul said sternly. Andrew
swallowed hard, and just nodded. He bit his lip as Master Paul
rubbed salve over his shaft and ball sac. Andrew arched his back,
and groaned in a long, loud way trying to hold back. Just as he
thought he was going to explode, Master Paul stopped. Andrew
almost collapsed onto the bench, panting hard. Master Paul rubbed
his hips and backside with the salve. "Almost lost it, didn't you
"Yes Master." Andrew panted out.
"Good thing you didn't." Master Paul said. "I want you nice and
hard to fill this suit. Stand up, straddle the bench."
Andrew got up, and straddled the bench as told. He used his hands
to hold himself up. "Cry out if you want to boy. But no
Andrew nodded as he felt his Master's hands caress over his rounded
backside. He then felt something push into him, violating
his body. He let out a gasp, and then a loud cry as something
forced its way into his backside. Suddenly his body gave, and the
plug sank home inside his ass. He let himself cry out a few
times, recovering from the feeling if his ass being filled. He
didn't have time to react as Master Paul pushed the rubber suit against
his shaft and sac.
"That's the worst of it Stud." Master Paul calmly said. "You made
it over the hard part. The rest is easy, boy. Just keep
your hands right there, and you'll be fine." Andrew could only
nod. Master Paul massaged the boy's back and belly, then worked
the suit over the boy's tight body. Once to the arms, he massaged
each one and gently put them into the costume. He then worked the
salve into the boy's hair and neck, and brought the suit over the boy's
Master Paul stood back, and admired his work. The boy was now
mostly encased in rubber, his erection still pointing out of his
abdomen. The suit even looked like there was a hole under the
tail as the plug pulled the suit into the crease of the boy's
ass. He smiled, and nodded to the boy. "You can stand up
for a while now."
Andrew did so, and walked with ease on his hooves. He looked down
at them, hearing the "clop clop" as his hooves hit the wooden
floor. "This is incredible Master!" He looked at his hands,
and they too ended in solid rubber hooves. He clapped them
together, amazed at how hard they felt for being such soft rubber
Master Paul nodded. "There's one more step, boy." He
reached for the suitcase again, and pulled out an elongated
piece. "If you're going to be a stud, you should look the part a
hundred percent. Farm boys don't do anything half-assed."
He showed the piece to Andrew. It was immediately obvious what it
was, a black rubber horse-like headpiece. The neck was longer, it
would be proportional to how a horse should really look. There
were strands along the back of the neck that hung to either side of the
headpiece. The muzzle was exquisite, going as far as to have
teeth and a black rubber tongue inside of it. Andrew smiled; this
was a level of immersion into the farm boy he never dreamed of.
And he knew it would please Master Paul.
"Put it on me, Master?" he asked. "Please?"
"My pleasure, boy." Master Paul dipped into the salve again, and
rubbed it across Andrew's face and head, along the hood as well as his
flesh. "Straddle the bench; put your front hooves there." He
instructed. Andrew did as he was told. "And keep your head
like this, pointed down."
"Yes Master." Andrew said quietly. Master Paul took the
head piece, and carefully placed it onto the boy's own head. When
the seam met the shoulders, he stopped. Andrew could still
breathe normally, there seemed to be some air coming in from the top of
Paul used a small towel to wipe the excess salve away from the suit,
and then removed his rubber gloves. "Now boy..." he said,
circling his rubber horse. "I said before that hard work is
rewarded. Remember that boy?" Andrew tried to answer, but
his chin was stuck and he couldn't open his mouth. He did mumble
something. "I'm going to reward you now for your hard work, and
taking the plug for the first time."
He reached between the hind legs of his rubber horse, and grabbed the
erect shaft there. "I want you to cum, boy. I want you to
cum so hard your tail shakes." He stoked the shaft in his hand,
and immediately he saw his rubber horse arch his back. The head
popped up, and the front legs almost locked straight.
"GOOD horse!" Paul said. "You know you're a Stud. You know
it feels so good to be a rubber horsie. Give in to that
feeling." Paul stroked the boy harder and harder. He could
feel the tip of the shaft flare out. "Imagine your neck, longer
and longer now. Now your muzzle... yes it feels so good to
have all that power in your body doesn't it? Such a powerful
stud! Give in to that, the simple pleasures of a horse.
Give in and cum. Cum for me Afterglow! Cum for your Master!"
Andrew's body arched. He tried to grab the bench, but
missed. Somehow, his front hooves hit the ground. He reared
his neck back, and let his back stretch. Inside his body, he felt
a powerful tingle from his tail to his nose, and with a mighty whiney,
he shot harder than he ever had in his life. He felt
nothing but sheer bliss, the ecstasy of the moment. He could
barely feel his neck straining, until the huge rush of air flowed into
The smell of hot rubber filled his mind. The shockwave of power
surged out of his shaft, and onto the bench. Master Paul clenched
the rubber penis in his hand, and put his arm over the backside of his
rubber horse to hold him down. "Yes Afterglow! Cum for
Master! YES!" The horse tensed his hindquarters, and pushed
it all out of his sac, tensing his legs with each surge.
Finally, the horse slowed down. He opened his eyes, but his head
was in a daze. He felt Master's hands on his side, and was
comforted by it. The barn reeked of a masculine scent, all his
own. He slowly began to look around, the perspective was all
wrong. It was hard to adjust, hard to see what was going
on. He could see behind him, and in front of him. He shook
his head a few times, trying to get some bearing on his situation.
Paul walked around his rubber horse, dragging his hand along the
side. "You did very well, Afterglow." He said calmly. "You
did exceptionally well. I was right, you are a mighty stud."
The horse turned his head, and neck, to look at Paul. He didn't
look right. "shhh... shudd?" he tried to make words work, but it
didn't feel quite right.
"Yes boy." Paul said, stroking the horse's head. "You're a very,
very good stud now. I've decided to name you Afterglow. You
always do enjoy that, don't ya boy?"
"aahhh... goooo?" The rubber horse tried to stand up on his
feet, but he couldn't bring himself off of four legs. He then
realized he thought of his arms as legs. Something was
wrong. Something was very wrong. His mind went into
overdrive, and he started to panic.
"EASY boy! Easy!" Paul said, rubbing his hand along the
creature's neck. The touches calmed the horse down. "That's
right boy. Your Master will take care of you from now on.
Be a good horse. Yes.... Yes....."
Paul led the horse to the stall, and opened the gate. The horse
felt completely spent, and laid down in a bed of straw. Nothing
made sense, nothing was right. It was best to sleep. Yes,
sleep. Paul watched his new horse sleep for a few moments,
smiling to himself.
"Master?" Paul turned to see a rubber man walking towards
him. "You really are home!"
"Yes boy." Paul turned to face his farmhand, and rubbed him
gently behind his floppy rubber ears. The farmhand let out a
happy groan. "And we have a new guest!"
"Oh!" The dog-like man looked into the stall. "I didn't
think you'd have anyone this early!" He wagged his tail happily,
smelling the air. "Is he permanent? It smells like when you
took me in?"
"Yes boy." Paul said. The dog's pink rubber tongue fell out
of the muzzle and he panted happily as his Master stroked his head
gently. "He can keep you company now."
"Thank you Master!"
The horse woke up, not quite sure what was going on. He stood up
on all fours. He tried to get up off the floor, but for some
reason he just couldn't get his hands off the floor. He looked
down, and saw the thin hooves of his hands and feet. Then he
remembered the costume, he must still be in it. It was light out,
so he couldn't have slept for long. He poked his head over the
wall of the room he was in, and looked around.
He saw another man, probably encased in rubber too by how shiny he
looked. It was so hard to make out colors, however. He
looked around, and it was obvious he was in an enclosure. He
tried to step over the wall, but things were moving in ways he couldn't
do that. He tried to call out. "HEEEEeeeee!" He then
stopped, and blinked. That didn't sound right.
"HAEeyeeee!" It was more of a dry cough than words.
It did work; the man turned around, and walked to the enclosure.
"You'll get the hang of that later." He said "Your body is still
adjusting to the changes." When the man got closer, Andrew could
tell the man was encased in rubber. But it wasn't right; it must
be a costume of some kind. He had flaps on top of his head, the
face was stretched out, and he had something behind him that swished
from side to side. There was also something around his
neck. "I'm Boggs, I'm the barn dog. Welcome to your new
Boggs patted the horse's neck. "Yes, your new home. Master
loves you very much for letting you stay here with me." The horse
stomped his hooves in place, looking around. "It's ok....
shhhhh.... its ok.... You're just getting adjusted, that's
all. You'll be able to form words soon, I promise! It took
me a while too..."
Afterglow whinnied, and kicked the back of the stall. The rattle
thundered through the empty barn. Boggs ducked to avoid the head
of the horse. The horse panicked and tried to break his stall for
a minute before Master Paul got to the scene. Master Paul made
eye contact with the horse, and the horse immediately calmed down.
"It's ok Afterglow." Paul said slowly. "You know me. You
know I won't hurt you."
"Yes, you're a horse." Paul said. "You're a very strong, very
powerful horse. You know it's who you were before you got
here." Paul extended a hand cautiously, and when it reached the
neck of Afterglow he rubbed it in gentle circles. "You know you
were always a stud horse. You just needed the right Master to
bring it out. Yes you did." Afterglow calmed down, eyes
closing slightly and his nostrils returning to normal size.
"Master?" Boggs asked. "Can you teach me how to do that?"
"In time." Master Paul said. "But I think it's time to get
Afterglow used to the bit and bridle. He did sleep all
night. So he should be good and ready."
The session was brutal for Boggs, who kept being thrown to the ground
by the size and veracity of the rubber stallion. He would try the
gentle approach, and the creature would kick or shove him with his
large, powerful body. Boggs kept dusting himself off, and trying
In time, however, Afterglow did finally take the bit, and the
bridle. Boggs finally wore the horse down, and jammed the bit
into his mouth before his paws could be bitten. The brown leather
bridle contrasting with the black rubber of the horse's body made Boggs
happy. Boggs led the rubber stallion around the barn for some
time, letting him get used to the way it felt to have the reigns
pulled. He then put the stallion back into the stall, and Master
Paul hosed the dog off. Boggs enjoyed the attention, and shook
water all over the place. Afterglow watched as Master Paul then
gave Boggs a complete massage, ending with the rubber dog getting
stroked into a full, howling orgasm. Boggs licked his Master's
hand clean, and with the other hand Paul petted the rubber dog on the
Master Paul then approached the horse. Master Paul then opened
the gate, and entered. He began to massage the horse's front
shoulder area. "Good behavior is always rewarded." He said
softly. Afterglow closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feelings of
the strong hands on his body. "It's natural to fight the bit, all
horses do. But you'll get used to it. You were made to take
it. You always have been a perfect stud horse." Master
Paul's soft talking went on as he rubbed the stallion down. He
also ended at the horse's sheath, stroking it powerfully but
gently. Afterglow braced his hind legs, and in moments he
came. It wasn't the powerful explosion of the night before, but
it still felt wonderful.
When Master Paul left for the night, Afterglow watched him walk all the
way to the house. And at some point, the lights went out.
Boggs slept in the barn that night, watching Afterglow until he fell
asleep. Afterglow could barely sleep with so many thoughts were
racing through his head. Was this hypnosis? A weird
dream? He stood in his pen all night, sleeping on and off.
As the weekend progressed, he figured it would be some kind of a scene,
and he'd be let out of the costume. So he'd ride it out.
See what Master Paul had in store.
Sunday evening, after being walked around the property, Afterglow heard
a truck engine turn over. It then entered into gear, and pulled
away. Boggs came into the barn, humming to himself.
"Oh? Master? He went home." Boggs said casually.
"He has to be at work Monday morning." Boggs said. "Don't worry,
he'll be back Friday. Now with the weather looking better he'll
be here more often and..." Afterglow hung his head, and his whole
body sank. "What?"
"Hooe fr heee ooo"
"You are home." Boggs ran his rubber paw along the stallion's
neck, like he saw Master do. "This is home."
"No." Afterglow said. He tried to explain his home, his dorm
room, his classes, but all he could force out of his body was whinnies
and forced huffs of breath. After a few moments, he gave up, and
hung his head low.
Boggs reached with both arms, and hugged the horse around the
neck. The feeling of rubber horse on rubber barn dog was
comforting to them both. "I know you're confused, I remember when
I first came here too. Not knowing what's happening, not knowing
the future." He stopped for a moment, just hugging the horse's
neck. "It's a lot to take in, but Master cares for us.
Master will be here for us. I'll be here for you. It took
me a month to learn how to talk again. It will come back, I
promise. I'm here for you. I won't leave you alone here."
As days went by, Boggs walked Afterglow around the property to show him
around, and to give him exercise. He led him with a short leash
on the bridle, and Afterglow simply followed. He knew that even
if he could escape, where would he go? He was still a horse, and
one with a rubber skin on top of it. At best, he'd be a taken
care of horse at another farm. At worst, he'd be killed and
dissected to figure out where a rubber horse came from. He
realized his options were, at best, bleak if he ran. Besides,
this dog wasn't so bad to him.
Every day, Boggs worked with Afterglow to teach him how to talk around
his horse muzzle and tongue. Days became weeks, and Afterglow
fell into a daily routine of the farm beginning its season.
Master visited every weekend, and worked on the farm with Boggs.
One day, Master Paul walked into the barn with a leather ring. He
wore rubber overalls with boots, a flannel shirt rolled up to over his
elbow, and leather gloves. He rubbed Afterglow's ears, which made
them both smile.
Paul opened the gate, and let the horse out. "Come on Afterglow."
He said softly. "It's time to put that body to work." The
horse nodded, and followed Paul. Paul stopped him in the middle
of the barn, and patted his side. "It'll be just like
before. You'll do such a good job today. I know you will.
He gently lifted up a large piece of leather, and brought it over the
horse's head. Afterglow looked confused, until he felt it settle
against his chest and neck. He tried to turn to look at it, but
couldn't crane his neck far enough. "It's an old model." Paul
said. "Passed down from generations of farmers. You should be
honored Afterglow. You're wearing history."
Paul worked efficiently, as if he had done this hundreds of times
before. Afterglow shuffled in place as Paul placed leather straps
around the back of the hind legs, over the small of his back, and a
strap around the horse's sternum. When Paul placed the new headpiece on
the horse, Afterglow didn't resist it. But he did turn his head
left and right to compensate for the blockers on his vision.
"Don't worry about the blinders boy." Paul said gently.
They walked to a smaller portion of the field. Boggs was walking
back to the barn, and met Paul halfway. "I put the plow over
there as you asked, Master." Boggs said. Paul patted the dog on
the head, and let the dog go about his way. Paul brought his
horse to the plow, and hooked it to the harness.
"I want you to just pull." Paul said. "You're a strong Stud
horse. I know you'll do well."
Afterglow did as he was asked, and felt his body react. All the
working out brought his body to this place, and when asked to perform
he could easily. The long burn of exercise felt wonderful again,
and he could simply lose himself in the effort of movement. His
mind wandered, and the more he thought about it, the more the simple
pleasure of working like this made him feel good. There was no
concern over the future, just the work. There was comfort in it
Paul walked behind, holding the plow and pushing it while his horse
pulled it. He smiled as he watched the leather straps pulled
tight against a rubber body of the horse. In time, he knew the
form would be more defined. Seeing the tight rubber made him
happy, and he tried to keep working even through his personal pleasure.
When the sun was low, the two of them were done in the field.
Paul walked the horse back to the barn. "BOGGS!" he yelled.
"Where are ya dog?" Boggs walked into the side entrance, patting
his paws to get dirt off them. "Go get the plow, and bring it
back in." The dog simply nodded, and went out to the field.
"You did a great job today, Afterglow. A fantastic job."
The horse nodded, feeling weary. This was the hardest workout of
his life, and he felt every ounce of it. Paul led him to in front
of his stall, and tied the reigns to the stall. As Paul removed
the harness, Afterglow was too tired to put up a fight. Soon, the
horse only had his bridle over his head. Paul removed his gloves,
and collected some jars of oils. "I know you're probably hurting
a little. Hold still and I will help." Paul squirted some
of the oil in his hand, and Afterglow got a sniff.
Any doubt or self pity that the horse had vanished with the smell of
the eucalyptus and the spices in the rub. In his mind, he knew
that it was wrong, he wasn't a simple horse. But when the
powerful hands of Master massaged him, he knew that this life wasn't so
bad after all. The rewards of the massage were better than any
money he could receive for the work, because it came from the heart of
Paul finished working over the rubber skin of his horse. The oils
made Afterglow look slick, toned, and very powerful. Paul happily
worked the powerful body of his horse, enjoying the feel of warm rubber
against his hands. Paul lingered longer than he needed to,
enjoying the feel of the living rubber horse. Finally, he opened
the gate and put his horse away for the night.
For a few weeks this ritual was repeated with Master Paul or
Boggs. Afterglow learned that Boggs touch was just as powerful,
and just as good, as Master Paul's. The time in the field game
Afterglow time to think, time to contemplate his place in the
world. Some days he was bitter at being changed. Others he
didn't mind it so much. But when the smell of the oils hit him,
Afterglow knew that this life was good for him. When the massages
were over, he would feel guilty for letting a simple rubdown change his
By late May, Afterglow had learned how to speak in a rough way.
On a weekday morning, Boggs approached Afterglow holding a saddle and
wearing denim jeans. "You think I'll wear that?" Afterglow asked,
Boggs drooped his ears. "Master told me I'd get hung by my balls
from a tree if I didn't get you saddle broken by time he comes back
Friday." His eyes got very wide, and he did his best to wear his
puppy face. "Please work with me?"
Afterglow stomped his hoof into the ground, and took in a sharp
breath. "Fine." Boggs led Afterglow to the pen, and put a
blanket over the horse's back to pad him. He then placed the
saddle over the top, and began to strap it down. Afterglow felt
the strap on his chest, and took in a deep breath very quietly.
Boggs worked the strap down, and stood back to look over his work.
He looked at the strap, and it was loose. Afterglow nickered, and
Boggs tried again. Again, Afterglow took in a breath, and it was
repeated. Boggs walked back to Afterglow. "You're not going
to make this easy for me, are you?" Afterglow shook his
head. Boggs sighed, and brought his knee up hard into the
horse. Afterglow lost his breath, exhaling hard. Boggs
quickly cinched up the saddle belt, and buckled it before the horse
could inhale fully.
"That hurt!" Afterglow spat out.
"Well if you'd stop fucking with me, it wouldn't!" Boggs said, rubbing
the side of the horse. "I'm sorry, but sometimes some rough love
is needed." Afterglow took in some breaths, recovering from the
shot. Boggs let him recover, then worked him around the area,
letting him walk, then trot with the saddle on.
Boggs stopped the running, and then stood next to the horse. "Are
you going to throw me when I get on?" Afterglow looked around,
and then simply shook his head. "I don't want a repeat of the bit
problems." Boggs brought his foot into the stirrup, and lifted
himself into the saddle. Afterglow barely flinched, and shifted
his hooves. "See? It's not so bad, is it?"
"Nope." Afterglow said, testing his range of motion.
"I have to teach you the basic commands. You'll be able to figure
it out." For the entire day, Boggs rode on the back of Afterglow,
teaching him how to respond to the reigns and the kick commands.
Afterglow felt happy, as he wasn't just working but being rewarded with
neck rubs with each good action. By the end of the day, he felt
happy that he was pleasing Boggs. Master would be happy with them
When night was about to fall, Boggs walked Afterglow back to the
barn. "That was really good!" Boggs said. "Master was
right! You do take to this really well!" Afterglow nodded
as Boggs closed the barn door behind them. He tied the horse to
the stall, went to a cabinet and came to the pen with the oils.
Afterglow visibly relaxed, seeing the bottles. "Rubdown?" he
asked, with a hint of anticipation.
Boggs nodded. "And a little extra." Boggs's rubdown was up
to standard, but when he got to the hindquarters, he began to rub
Afterglow's sheath. Afterglow spread his legs a little further
apart, and allowed the paws to pleasure him. In moments, he
reached his full length. Boggs then got on his knees, opened his
muzzle, and took the entire girth of Afterglow into him. Then
Afterglow felt the warmth of the dog's muzzle, almost impossibly
down. His body tingled, a feeling swept over him that hadn't for
weeks. The horse stomped his front hooves as he came into the
rubber dog's muzzle. Boggs closed his eyes in pleasure, and
swallowed as fast as he could. Afterglow finally stopped pumping,
and Boggs pulled away from the massive shaft.
Boggs stood up next to the horse, and used his paw to realign his
jaw. He then used his paw to gently caress the horse's
shoulder. "How?" Afterglow asked.
"No gag reflex." Boggs said. "It's a perk to the new
bodies. We only eat a little, no real waste product, and you can
stretch your jaw and belly a lot to take in huge loads." Boggs
wiped his paw on the side of his muzzle, and licked the latex cum from
his arm. "And I'll tell you, you are a huge load." Boggs
licked his chops with his pink tongue, and had a silly grin on his
"Why? Why suck me?"
"You deserved it." Boggs said. He then hugged the horse around
the neck. "Master didn't tell me I couldn't, but I never asked if
I could." He let go, and looked at the ground. "And I
wanted to." Afterglow smiled through the bit in his mouth.
He then lowered his head, pressing his head into Boggs's
shoulder. Boggs hugged the horse back.
The season began to get underway, and Afterglow watched as some more
boys were brought in, just like he was. He watched them put on
rubber suits, and be masturbated into joining his herd. But they
smelled different; they weren't full horses like he was. A few
more rubber dog hands arrived as the summer progressed, but none were
like Boggs. They had a different scent too. Afterglow could
tell they weren't staying. Boggs wore some actual clothing over
his body, but many of them did not. Afterglow watched, to see why.
After the first week, Afterglow realized only he and Boggs were
permanent residents, and the clothing would protect Boggs's rubber skin
from permanent damage. Afterglow thought a while about all the
things he was experiencing. Boggs and his rubber scent were
smoother, not as sharp. Afterglow watched Boggs run the barn,
clearly the Alpha of his pack of dogboys. It made sense, he lived
in the barn in the off season, he knew where everything should be, and
this was his permanent home. Not to mention Boggs looked sexy
with his rubber tail stuffed tight in overalls and red bandana around
his neck. After seeing that for the first week, Afterglow knew
where his place in the barn should be. It was his herd to lead;
he only needed to make his presence known to the lesser horses.
Through intimidation, shoving and roughhousing with the lesser horses,
and even the few fights he got involved in, he dominated all of the
other horses. He could hear them whiney and whine, but Afterglow
ran the barn. He differed to Master Paul, but when Master Paul
wasn't there, the herd was all his. Boggs smiled every time he
saw Afterglow in the pen with the other horses. Afterglow
wouldn't let anyone else handle or ride him, other than Boggs and
Master Paul. Their bond was obvious, and served only to reinforce
their status to everyone else.
Summer gave way to fall, and as the leaves turned and fell Afterglow's
herd thinned out. He watched each of them be led to the bench,
and the process reversed. They'd have some device stuck under
their tail, fairly deep. Their body would vibrate and they would
cry out in pain. Their front legs shrank, their body lost their
massive structure, and the seams of their suit became visible.
They would then have the rubber covering removed, and usually they
barely had the strength to make it to the house.
When the last of the herd was gone, and the crops were a memory, Master
Paul came to the barn. He patted Boggs on the head, and Boggs
gave him a goofy grin. Master Paul then approached
Afterglow. "I want you to stay." He said. "You’re a very
strong stud horse, and changing you back and forth would do nothing but
hurt your worth as the herd leader in the long run. Don't think I
didn't notice, you made an impact on the others. Most needed the
structure in their lives, and you've probably improved their lives off
the farm too."
"My school?" Afterglow asked. "My family? My human life?"
"The police are still searching for you." Master Paul said. "You
never told them about me, so they haven't looked here. The only
things they know are you left school, and never came back. You
family held a funeral for you, even without a body. I can bring
you a copy of the story I read on the internet if you want."
Afterglow hung his head in the stall. "You said you never loved
them, they didn't understand what it was like to be gay. Remember
that?" The horse nodded sadly. "I gave you this life
because I didn't see you having a future in your other one. You
didn't even have a major!"
Afterglow closed his eyes. "I'd liked a choice."
Boggs nosed into Master Paul, and pleaded with his eyes. Paul
nodded, and Boggs ran his rubber paw along the horse's neck.
"I'll be your family." The horse opened his eyes, and looked up
to the rubber dog. "I mean it. I'm staying the winter
too. I left my old life two years ago when Master Paul brought me
here. I grew up on a farm, ya know? My parents disowned me
when I told them I was gay. So when Master Paul brought me here,
and changed me, I begged him to let me stay." Boggs shrugged his
shoulders. "Master Paul's method is a little rough,
but in the end he does what's right."
Afterglow looked at Boggs, then to Master Paul. "Do I stay in the
barn all winter and freeze?"
"Yes and no." Master Paul said. "Yes, you're in the barn, and no,
because the barn is heated."
"And if we go riding I can pack you nice and warm." Boggs chipped in.
The horse looked around, and allowed himself a chuckle. "Only if
he's allowed to do more than just... RIDE me."
Master Paul looked to the dog, who tried to look innocent. "Well,
if you insist that as a parameter, then so be it." Boggs wagged
his tail happily. "But for that, puppy, in the house for a little
training session." Boggs perked his ears happily, and his rubber
pink shaft poked a little out of his sheath.
The next day, Boggs finished locking down the windows and closing up
the house. Master Paul bid his pets a farewell, and drove
away. Boggs sat on Afterglow's back in the saddle, waving to his
Master. Afterglow turned his head. "Just you and me for
another six months?"
"No." Boggs said. "He'll be back up after we get the first good
snowfall." Afterglow huffed. "He didn't tell you about his
snowmobile? Every two weeks in the winter, he comes up with his
friends for snowmobiling and indoor bdsm in the barn? I'm
surprised he never told you!"
Afterglow huffed again. "You think you know someone."
"Indeed." Boggs lightly kicked Afterglow's sides. "Come on,
we need to check the fences before sunset." Boggs gave a slight
tap in the stirrups, and Afterglow turned slowly and trotted out to the
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