"Are you sure this isn't going to be public indecency?"
The colt known as "Doctor" Whooves—though he refused to tell what he was a doctor of—chafed a bit in the saddle Caramel had rigged him up in. He'd never gone outside with a saddle on, let alone one that came with a bridle-and-bit setup similar to textbook pictures of ancient slave bridles.
"I'm sure, man. We'll call it endurance excercise if anyone asks, alright?" Caramel started to put the bridle over the Doctor's head, but he kept his mouth shut, stopping the bit.
"Don't make me force this, slave. It'll be much easier on you if you submit."
The Doctor sighed, conceding, and opened his mouth, allowing Caramel to slide the bit in. It was at this point that another feature of the bridle became apparent: attached to the bit were two straps that, fastened, would hold the wearer's muzzle shut tight on the bit. Whooves was learning this firsthand as his 'master' buckled the straps down tight.
"Can you talk at all?"
"Hhhphhhph..." was all that the Doctor was able to give in reply, to the amusement of his dear friend, who gave his saddle a second look over, checking all its fastenings.
The saddle itself was a little more elaborate than a normal saddle. Two buckle straps ran under the wearer's belly to hold the saddle in place. These would then be covered by a leather flap which fastened with yet another strap on the side, covering the belly. At the crotch end the flap tapered into a triangle which ended with two more straps. Caramel made sure the Doctor's throbbing fifth leg was properly covered up by the flap, and cinched the two straps over his rear cheeks, buckling at the sides. These two straps were perhaps the most awkward-feeling of them all for the Doctor, whose helpless state kept him from protesting. Really, it made him more aroused.
"Hmm..... something's missing.... ah, that's right!"
The Doctor felt something pressing at the entrance to his ass. "Hhhhph?"
Caramel slid the butt plug slowly further in, taking care not to damage the colt's plot. A satisfying moan came when the plug slipped itself comfortably in at last. It wasn't going to fall out on its own, much to the sexual angst of Whooves.
Satisfied that his work was done, the yellow stallion mounted his 'slave,' grabbing the reins and giving him a little kick of the belly as a signal to get moving.
Caramel had ridden the Doctor all over Ponyville, finding excuses over and over to keep busy. As the sun finally started to set, the Doctor felt rather exhausted. He'd been carrying Caramel's weight all day, not to mention the extra weight of some apples they'd purchased. The nightclub before them now, The Cuddler Club, was perhaps the best-known gay bar in Ponyville. It worried Whooves that they be seen there, since he wasn't normally a... 'colt cuddler.' This never came to Caramel's mind as he dismounted, grabbing the lead rope on the Doctor's bridle by the mouth and leading him in.
The constant oontz oontz oontz of bass pounded through the pair's chests as they entered, taking in the rave that Caramel'd known would be going on that night. A pale yellow mare with a blue striped mane and rave goggles stood atop a stage at a record stand, mixing beats like nobody's business. Stallions danced in pairs, sometimes switching partners around at random. Whooves had never seen so many cuddlers in one place before, but he didn't have much time to mull over the fact. Caramel led him to a back door, beyond which was a moderately long hallway with doors spaced like hotel room doors tended to be. There was a desk clerk by the door who greeted the pair.
"Room for two, I'm assuming?"
"Yes, please and thank you." Caramel laid several bits on the counter, trading off for a key with a number tag. He led his submissive down the hall to a door matching the number tag on the key, unlocking and opening the door.
Inside looked to be a regular hotel room at first, until the lights were turned on. The room featured several enhancememnts—namely, the bed had shackles at each corner, and there was a chest labelled "Toys" against the back wall.
"Well, slave, here we are. Oh, are you tired?"
He was. The sweat covering him let off an odor Caramel couldn't get enough of. He sniffed the Doctor's coat, sighing in contentment.
"You smell so good. So used. Do you want to be used more?"
"Hhphhh." A nod.
"Good, because you're going to be used." Caramel began unstrapping his saddle, taking an extra moment to stroke the Doctor's engorged, throbbing member. He unstrapped the flap, then the straps holding the saddle on. Saddle removed, the Doctor felt much lighter.
"Lay on you back in the bed. Spread your legs out."
Whooves obliged, climbing into bed and laying spreadeagle as Caramel began to fasten the corner shackles over his hooves. He blushed, realizing his erect colthood stood out-and-vulnerable. Caramel, done shackling him down, gave his member a good stroke, before starting to lick up and down the shaft. The Doctor panted and squirmed, the sensations quickly getting to him.
"My my, someone's excited, aren't they?" Caramel took the head of Whooves' beast into his mouth, suckling it and slurping his tongue around. Whooves moaned, arching his back as wave after wave of pleasure and electricity began to fill him.
"Oh yes, you're very naughty. Naughty ponies need punishment, right?" He started undoing the straps holding the Doctor's mouth shut, pulling the bit from his mouth and tossing it aside. "Open up, time for your medicine."
Whooves' face was beet red, even over his brown coat, as he opened his mouth willingly. Caramel slipped the head of his own throbbing member into the Doctor's mouth, and moaned as the colt began to suckle and lick.
"Ohhh yes, suck it, you little slut..... that's it, nice and gentle..." Caramel began to push further and further in, groaning as the Doctor began to gag and squirm. "Swallow it, swallow my cock."
Groans and moans came from both for around half a minute of deepthroating and sucking before Caramel pulled out of the Doctor's mouth, moving down towards his crotch. He slowly pulled the butt plug from Whooves' ass, eliciting more moans from the helpless colt.
"Hmm.... I suppose you've probably never loosened that hole up. No worries," he said, opening the 'toy' chest near the bed. "They happen to have lubricants in here. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Oh.... just fuck me already!"
Caramel chuckled. "Eager, are we? Well, don't worry." He squirted a bit of lube on the tip of his hoof and begans rubbing it over the Doctor's exposed hole. He took a moment to slip part of the hoof in before continuing. "We'll get that little problem there," he said, rubbing the Doctor's cock, "fixed right away. Just you see, you naughty little foal."
Caramel grinned, tossing the bottle of lubricants away as he lowered himself over his slave in a missionary position. He aimed his own cock with a hoof, lurching forward in an attempt to pop the head into Whooves' ass.
Whooves moaned, his tight ass giving way to the forceful entry of Caramel's cock. The sensations began pouring through the Doctor's body in waves as his master began thrusting forcefully in rhythm. Both broke into panting as Caramel's rutting grew more passionate, speeding up to a steady beat, creating a symphony of grunts, moans, panting and thrusts.
Ecstacy flowed through the both of them in waves. Caramel's mouth found its way to Whooves', and their tongues began a passionate dance to the music. The Doctor's eyes lulled, moans coming through their passionate kiss as Caramel felt around his body.
The two reached climax one after the other. Caramel shuddered, shooting his seed deep into Whooves' body with a grunt, as the Doctor shook and convulsed in ecstacy.
Panting from exhaustion, the Doctor fell lax. He looked down at Caramel and couldn't help noticing that his hard-on had not left him.
"Still," pant pant, "hard?"
"Yeah," pant.... pant... "That was an anal... orgasm. You didn't... cum yet..."
Caramel lowered himself, slipping out of the Doctor's ass with a pop sound. He began licking up and down the length of Whooves' shaft, bringing out still more moans from the bound colt. He took the head in his mouth and slurped his tongue around, bobbing his head. Slowly, more and more of the colt's shaft was swallowed into Caramel's throat as he began to deepthroat. The Doctor had to wonder how many times his master had done this before. He didn't even seem to have a gag reflex.
Relief came faster the second time around, he learned, shooting his own seed deep into Caramel's throat. Caramel waited until his member had shrunk down to normal size before pulling away.
"I suppose I can leave you here for the maids to take care of. You wouldn't mind that, would you?" Caramel tried to slip the bit back into the Doctor's mouth.
"W-wait!"
"Yes, slave?"
"Umm.... can we do this again some time?"
"Certainly."
