“You know what happens when you are right, and what happens if you are wrong.”
There was no need for him to remind me… I had been right and wrong so many times since I came to this place, since I became his slave.
Although I was blinded by a mask on my face, I knew the routine well enough to know what the sound of a vial meant. He selected a vial and dripped some of it onto his hoof. He reached over and gently massaged one wing. Since he became my master they were an extension of my stallionhood. I moaned slightly and curled my tongue in the manner he liked.
He unsnapped the blindfold part of the hood and I could see the small candlelit room that was my prison. He liked to see the bliss in my eyes during the tests.
Gently he rubbed his hoof back and forth across my tongue.
I had been through this that I had a system in place. Some of the time I analyzed the flavor; other times I answered promptly. I always waited for his question though.
“Well, CUNT!, who marked you today?”
“The Griffon, master,sir.” I replied hastily
“WRONG PISSCUNT,WRONG AGAIN!!!!
It was the first time in two weeks I had been wrong, and I knew I would pay. He abruptly turned around and went to the bigger of the two cabinets on the wall. My ass pained as I feared what was coming.
The marking test was simple enough. Each day he would blindfold me and mark my wings with one of several different samples of piss. He kept them in my room on display. There was a dim spotlight on the bottles to illuminate them. They were held upward by a red holder.
There were only three bottles there today, one with his piss, one with griffon piss, and one with mine. He trained me to piss on command by inserting a catheter into me and plugging it so I couldn’t go unless he let me.
Sometimes, to raise the stakes, other bottles were in there. I was right about 50% of the time with the three main specimens.
When I was right, I was allowed to nap on the metal floor of my cell. If I was wrong, he had a variety of punishments. Sometimes I would be lashed, or he would make me drink all the pee in three of four bottles . He would then pee on me and raise me up by my front hooves to leave me hanging until dinner. I would be screaming in pain by then. If he wanted me to really suffer, he would insert a large butt plug in my ass.
I was on my knees, my hooves tied to my back about to be lifted up. I was left to hang most of the day as this was to teach me to get it right.
As I was lowered I felt myself being grabbed forcefully by an arm, practically dislocating both of my front legs. He threw me into a corner and I felt one of my front legs break. This was it, my punishment was finally happening. I laid there, my face to the ground awaiting the pan that was to follow. He pulled the butt plug out hastily and caused me to scream.
“YOU WANT TO ACT LIKE A DEFIANT PISSCUNT? YOU HAD BETTER SUCK THIS ANAL PLUG CLEAN OR…”
The sentence was never finished, as I was forcibly raised by the neck and the butt plug inserted into my mouth. The taste of the funky ass mixture was making me almost throw up.
As he saw his master getting hard, he realized the pain to come. I was tied to the ground, so my ass was in the air. He felt the stallionhood poking against his plot hole, and realized that it was dry. It slipped in as I screamed for my life, the pain from the friction unbearable.
It seemed like an eternity that he was fucking me, but that was only half of his stallionhood.
“YOU THINK THAT IS IT? OH HELL NO!!!”
He pushed into me forcing it all in. I tried to struggle, escape this pain, but I was tied there.
“YOU WANT ME TO STOP? TELL ME NOW AND I WILL”
I tried to answer, but he rammed my head into a wall before I could speak. I couldn’t even form words as I started to black out.
My life was over, and I was resigned to this hell. I was they toy of Grimeldo, who inflicted the most horrendous and sadistic tortures on me, and I would always hate it.
The slim young stallion was on his knees, his hooves cuffed behind his back. His ankles were connected to each other by a spreader. A third ran to a ring in the dog collar circling his neck. His cock and ears were decorated with heavy gold rings. His fur was white almost ghostly so. The color made the stark brands stand out even more. He was sweating.
His mouth was open wide, his tongue out as far as it would go. Is eyes were focused on the hefty shaft that graced his tongue.
The more muscular stallion, to whom the shaft belonged, was wearing a latex suit. After he had been standing there an hour, he noticed the stallion was still not moving. Satisfied he was being obeyed, he began again to lecture the stallion.
“I told you, didn’t I?”
“Sir?”
“What is it you want me to do slave?”
“To let me have your piss, sir.”
“Your begging me, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes sir! Fill my mouth with piss sir! Please!”
“I told you didn’t I?”
The slave paused for a few seconds.
“Yes, sir, you told me. The first time you told me to drink your piss I resisted. I couldn’t do it sir. But you told me after a while with nothing to drink I would beg you. I would offer to do anything.”
“Is that what you are doing, you piss cunt?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Before you get any pee, there are a few things you will have to do.
Yes, Sir. I will do anything you say.