Chapter Four: Frustrated Voyeurs

            I woke up the next morning back in my stall.  Everything after the first brand hit my ass was fuzzy.   I remembered the awful pain of the first two brands and then nothing at all after she came at me with the small one destined for my dick.  The horrible pain of that one had pushed my mind once more into the safety of blessed unconsciousness.  Somehow they must have dragged me back here.

       Pain is like jet-lag I discovered, much worse the second day.  I was lying on my side and it felt like my ass and my penis were on fire.  I lay quietly for the next hour listening to the activity in the other stalls and wondering what new horrors were in store for me today.

       Most of the other stalls had emptied out when I finally heard my wife’s voice.  She was talking to someone and moving my way.  I struggled to my feet so as not to anger her further and saw her in a lively conversation with Julia, the gaucho wanabee.

       “…so I arranged for the package to be sent and he fell right into the trap,” my wife chuckled.

       “Men are so stupid when it comes to their little thingies,” laughed Julia.  “My boyfriend was so easy to trick.  I just promised him that if he would come here for a week I would let him have me for a week to do whatever he wanted.  That was six months and one ball ago.”

       “Why did you decide to make him into your pony?” asked my wife.

       “Things between us were stale and I wanted a change.  Then I found some stories on the internet and…they got me excited, it was really hot to think about having a man like this and…” Julia paused looking at my wife, then continued, “Doesn’t this get you worked up?”

       With an embarrassed flush my wife answered softly, “Yes, unbearably so sometimes.  That’s why he’s here also.”

       Looking directly at my wife Julia asked, “What do you do about it?”

       “Um…ah…I uh…I, you know I…uh…I masturbate,” she stuttered self-consciously.

       “So do I,” said Julia, “but have you ever thought of something more?”

       “Like what?” my wife asked.

       “Like with a person,” Julia replied.

       “Well…I do use his leg when I can’t bear waiting,” my wife said quietly.

       “No, I mean a real person, not a horse,” Julia said forcefully.

       “But…but men aren’t allowed here, Julia,” my wife said with exasperation.

       Spearing my wife with her eyes Julia said in a whisper, “I mean another woman, Carol.”

       I’d like to say that all I saw was the flush of shame and embarrassment that flooded my wife’s cheeks but I had lived with her for ten years and knew her signals. A soft glow of arousal was buried in her face and it was evident that Julia could see it also.

       “No, of course not,” my wife said in an uncertain tone.

       Julia quickly sidestepped forcing the issue by saying, “Me either, but maybe it would be fun to masturbate together sometime.  It might make things even more intense.”

       “Uh…maybe,” gulped my wife, “Um…should we hitch these guys up now?”

       “Meet you out front,” said Julia walking off to get her pony.

       Turning to me my wife looked at me a long time with that furtive smile on her lips that always drove me wild.  I waited for the shoe to drop.

       “Well, Jack,” she said, “here we are.”

       My senses went on high alert.  I tried to puzzle out what was happening.  She had been adamant that she was renaming me some stupid secret horse name and yet she was still using ‘Jack’.  The hopeless thought that she had been teasing me all along and wasn’t going to keep me here went by in my mind like a life ring passing a drowning man in a rip tide, but the pain in my ass and dick reminded me that this was no fleeting fancy.  I waited for her to speak.

       “Golly, Jack,” she snickered, “you are so easy to read it’s not any fun.  No, we are not going home.  The reason that I’m still calling you ‘Jack’ is I want to play a game with you.”

       I didn’t have a clue what she was getting at but I was positive that whatever she had in mind wouldn’t be a fun game for me.  I cocked my head to let her know I was interested.

       “It’s simple really,” she stated, “You’ve lived with me for ten years and you know how my mind works.  I am willing to give you a chance to guess what the new name I gave you is and if you do I’ll set you free.  You don’t have to play but if you do I will give you a week to think about it and then let you have three guesses.  One guess each day for three days.  If you guess correctly we go home but if you don’t get it right I get to take one of your balls to make a boleadora.”

       “I fucking knew it,” I thought, “Not really a game as the stakes were huge but…shit.  Did I really have a choice?”

       “You can tell me later today what you decide,” she said.  “When I put you away just paw the ground and I’ll ask you again and you can shake your head yes or no.”

       Unhooking me from the wall she led me from the stall and outside where a dozen or so carts were lined up waiting for beasts to pull them.  She dragged me to one and hooked a belt that ran between the poles around my waist, attached reins to my bit-gag, picked a whip from the rack and settled herself into the cart.

       “I’m as new to this as you are, pony,” she said, “but the commands all made sense to me so I’m sure they will to you.  I know you don’t want this whip to hit that blistered ass much so be good and we’ll get along great.”

       She yanked my head to the right and had me walk over next to Julia and her pony.  He appeared to be the same thirtyish age as I and looked miserable.  In addition to the brand on his left cheek, his butt sported many ugly looking welts that were evidence that Julia liked using the whip.

       “I had the kitchen pack us a picnic,” Julia said motioning to the basket next to her.  “I thought I would show you some of the trails around here and then we could end up at the stream where we’ve made a small dam to create a pool that is perfect for swimming.”

       “But…I didn’t bring a suit,” my wife protested.

       “Oh, Carol,” snorted Julia flicking her whip and moving off, “you don’t need a suit.  The boys here won’t mind.”

       The next two hours were exhilaration tempered with discontent.  If I had been here as a temporary guest I would have been in heaven.  Being used like this was one of my most intense fantasies and our ride was all that I had dreamed.  I was expected to behave as an animal pulling a woman who thought of me only as a beast.  I walked, jogged and ran at her command.  The scenery was breathtaking.  The trails were well groomed and not too difficult.  When we stopped at various lookouts Julia gave both of us sugar cubes as treats.  If this had been going to end with me getting to insert my frustrated member into my wife’s pussy it would have been all I desired. Instead I looked forward to no relief and a decision that was probably going to cost me one of my jewels.  It spoiled the mood.

       Early afternoon found us at a gem of a spot.  Clear running water, a crystal pool, shade trees and a grassy spot for a blanket.  After leading us to the stream to lap up some water, the other poor wretch and I were tethered to one of the shade trees and the women spread their blanket for a picnic.  Julia immediately stripped off her clothes, revealing a voluptuously sexy body, walked into the pool and urged my wife to join her.   It took a few minutes but my wife eventually took off her clothing and went in.  My poor dick was in terminal arousal watching these two delicious women frolic in front of me.  It strained in the tube to get erect with no success.  I didn’t want to think about spending the rest of my life frustrated like this and I didn’t want my prick to keep hurting either but I couldn’t look away.  Both of them were beauties.  My wife’s clear pearly white skin, narrow soft hips and small perky breasts contrasted beautifully with Julia’s bronzed skin, larger firm twin orbs and womanly hips.

       The girls cavorted around in the water for about ten minutes before running hand-in-hand back to the blanket and sprawling down in front of us.  My wife had never looked more desirable to me.  With her wet hair, beads of water running down her breasts, nipples erect from the cold water and her eyes alive with pleasure, my body ached for her.

       Pointing our way Julia remarked, “Doesn’t that get you really worked up, Carol?  Two men, chained up like beasts, at our beck and call and… look at those dicks.  They want us so badly and can’t have us.  God, that makes me so horney!”

       I could see by the radiance moving up my wife’s neck that she felt the same but was too embarrassed to say anything.  Julia casually pulled her dildo from her bag and began working it in and out of herself.

       “Come on, Carol,” she demanded, “you know you’d be doing this if you were alone.  Forget about me and…I…uh…jesus…”

       Julia fell back in the throes of a gigantic orgasm and my wife surreptitiously started using her finger on herself.  She was lost in her own world in a matter of seconds.  Julia, who had returned to some semblance of sanity, moved over and captured one of my wife’s nipples in her mouth and started sucking.  My wife shuddered at the contact but didn’t push her away.  In fact she grabbed Carol’s head to insure that her mouth stayed in place while she worked herself over the edge of her own personal canyon.

       A male wet dream was playing out in front of me and I couldn’t join in or even take a hand to my problem.  I wanted to scream in frustration.  I tried closing my eyes but my body had another agenda and forced them open.  The show went on for the next hour as my wife got over her hang-ups about girl-girl sex and Julia pretended to get over hers.  When playtime was over they drove us back toward the barn, stopping every now and then to kiss and fondle each other.

       When we got back to the stables it was evident that the girls were planning on continuing their lovemaking in a comfortable bed.  They couldn’t get us unhitched and locked back on our neck chains fast enough.  I had to paw the ground repeatedly to get my wife’s attention as her mind was wafting away thinking about the carnal pleasure to come.

       “What?” she said sharply went I finally managed to get her to notice me.

       I shook my head vigorously up and down.

       “Oh, the game!” she exclaimed.  “I almost forgot.  So, you want to play?”

       I nodded again.

       “Ok, Jack, but remember the rules.  You get one week to think.  Then you get three guesses and if you’re wrong I get to have one of your balls.”

       I nodded again while the saner part of me screamed “NO!” inside my head.

       “Ooooh, god that makes me hot and I know it will make Julia crazy also.  Oh shit…got to go, Jack, see you tomorrow.”

       The lovers showed up at noon.  That they were now lovers would have been obvious to even the most out-of-touch, self absorbed, blissfully ignorant, isolated person on any planet.  The public display of affection was embarrassing even to the other women.  They were lost in each other and didn’t even notice.

       When my wife finally took leave of her paramour and entered my stall I tried to get her attention by frantically pawing the ground with one leg.  She finally came out of her cloud and noticed.  Her amusement was like a shining beacon.

       “What, Jack?” she said with a lilting chuckle in her voice.

       I moved my head from side to side but by her smile I could see she was miles ahead of me as usual.

       “Changed your mind did you?” she laughed.  “Don’t want to lose one of those jewels you hold so dear?”

       I slowly nodded up and down.

       “I’m sorry, Jack, but I’m sure we made it clear that you only get one chance to say yes or no and we can’t allow you to change willy nilly.  Besides, Jack, we make the rules around here and we can do whatever we want and we want a chance at one of those little gems, so you had better put that little brain of yours to work.  One week, Jack, and then we will be looking for your first guess.”

       I honestly didn’t know if she was still using the royal ‘We’ or if she was now referring to her new situation but I did know that I was probably going to be a contributor to a new boleadora.  She was clearly ten steps ahead of me in the thinking department.

       The girls had a picnic at the pond again where Julia’s pony and I were treated to an hour long live porn show on the blanket in front of us.  It had now been four days since my last orgasm and my balls hurt all the time.  I tried to think of names but all my mind wanted to imagine was putting my dick into the vision in front of me.

       During one of the girls’ breaks from the constant fondling, licking, and sucking on each other, Harriet trotted up with her pony Harold.  He looked as miserable as I felt.  By the whip marks on his rear end it looked as if Harriet was enjoying having her husband under her thumb.  Her face was radiant as she climbed out of her cart and tethered Harold next to me.

       “Come join us, Harriet,” my wife said motioning to the blanket.

       “Thank you.  My god this spot is gorgeous!” she exclaimed looking around.

       “Very private too,” my wife remarked.

       “Oh…uh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she stammered.

       “I didn’t mean it like that,” my wife laughed, “besides we were taking a break anyway.”

       “Uh…um…ah,” she stuttered.

       “Relax, Harriet,” my wife demanded, “have some wine.”

       “Thank you.”

       They sat and drank and talked.  Half-way through the second bottle Carol and Julia drifted off to swim again and Harriet walked over to where Harold was tethered.  She rubbed against him and fondled his penis.  It tried to get hard which caused him to wiggle in pain.

       “Hurts, doesn’t it, Harold?” she whispered.  “I just love seeing you like this.  It makes up for all the frustration you caused me, all of those wham-bam moments.  It’s going to get worse, I promise you.”

       When the love birds returned hand in hand from the pool my wife remarked to Harriet, “I see you like teasing him.”

       “Yes,” she replied, “I love keeping him sexually frustrated.  It makes me feel…powerful.”

       My wife looked at Harriet and, with a directness that she never displayed in her former life, asked, “But what about your frustration?”

       Harriet turned beet red and couldn’t speak.  The girls chuckled and waited for her to regain her composure.

       “Oh, I…uh…I…uh…you know,” she choked out.

       “Well, maybe you’ll meet someone,” Julia said wrapping her arm around my wife.

       “I…uh…well, I’m not being judgmental but I…I’m not into women,” Harriet said.

       “I didn’t think I was either,” laughed my wife, “and look at me now.” 

       “I don’t think so and anyway I’ve heard there is a solution,” Harriet said.

       Both my wife’s and Julia’s ears perked up with that statement and Julia asked, “A solution?”

       “Yes, do you remember the woman who greeted us when we got here?”

       “You mean Glenda?” my wife asked.

       “Yes,” Harriet said.  “She was telling me at lunch that one of the other women has designed a special bit that is better than the ones we presently use.  It keeps them gagged and they can still eat but it also frees their mouth and tongue enough for sexual service.”

       Jumping up and walking over to me with a radiant smile on her face my wife said, “Did you hear that, Jack?  Your frustration level is going to go up some more.”

       She stood close to me, fondling my caged penis.  With my downward gaze I could see her firm breasts only inches away and below that her pubic hair covering what had become the center of my universe.  I wasn’t looking forward to the torment but I desperately wanted to bury my face between her legs and use my mouth on her pussy.

       Julia walked over with a pouty look on her face and whined, “But, Carol, what about us?”

       “What about us?” my wife replied.

       “I mean what do you need him for?  It’d be like cheating, wouldn’t it?”

       “Julia, are you jealous?” my wife laughed.  “Tell me you’re not jealous.  It will be like using a dildo.”

       “No…no…I’m not jealous…it’s just…” Julia stammered.

       “Oh, Julia, that’s so sweet but you’re being silly.  It’ll be like when we masturbate together except we’ll use these guys,” she gushed.  “Think about it, we’ll be getting off at the same time we are driving them wild with lust!  I can hardly wait!”

       I could see the thought of using me like that was driving her crazy.  She wrapped her legs around my right leg, gave me the command ‘Still’ and rubbed herself to an orgasm in less than a minute.  Julia turned away, I think because she was pissed, but Harriet was enthralled.  She waited for my wife’s eyes to return from never-never land.

       “Wow,” she blurted, “that was so cool.  I’m going make Harold start doing that.  At least until the new bits arrive.”

       Later, back at the stable after she had chained me up for the night and topped off my trail mix, she reminded me of our bet. 

       “Only six more days until your first guess, Jack,” she said, “and I’d like to make you an offer.  If you’d like to double the bet right now I’d be willing to give you a hint a day for the next six days.  Of course that means if you lose you will lose your whole package but I really don’t think you have any chance without me…um…pointing you in the right direction.  How about it?”

       I really wanted out of here but to bet both of my balls?  I stood mute looking at her.

       “I need a yes or a no, Jack.”

       An old expression that my grandmother used to say came back to me.  In for a penny, in for a pound.   I was conflicted but my brain said, “What good is keeping one ball if it means living like this?”

       I slowly nodded yes.

Chapter Six: The New Bit

The new bits arrived three days later.  I had to admit they were pretty clever.  The woman who had come up with the design was twenty-five and had brought her husband here for their honeymoon three months ago.  His honeymoon was destined to go on for the rest of his life.  She came up with the new bit because she missed the long oral sessions she indulged in before they got married.

       My wife was in a dither that morning.  She came early without her new lover, changed my bit, hitched me up and rode me off to a secluded spot on the trail that had a bench.  She stopped me in front of the bench, jumped down, stripped off her shorts, sat down in front of me and spread heaven for me to see.

       “Kneel down and get to work, Jack,” she demanded.  “You used to be very good at this so I expect a stellar performance.  There is no reward, of course, for a great job but you can count on punishment if I’m not convinced you did your best.”

       I got on my knees and leaned in.  Satisfying my wife in this manner is actually something I enjoy and am fairly good at.  I take pleasure in having her squirming and screaming as a result of my ministrations and the vicarious satisfaction is rewarding.  Not as gratifying as the real thing but that clearly wasn’t happening anytime soon so I did my best. 

       I brought her to the brink and held her there for almost ten minutes before I let her fall off the back side.  One advantage of sex with a familiar partner instead of a stranger is that you know from practice what works and what doesn’t.  I knew my wife’s body like a well worn road map and followed it to the peaks clearly marked in red.  It took her fifteen minutes to recover enough to open her eyes and look at me.

       “Golly, Jack,” she whispered, “you weren’t thinking that maybe I’d see the error of my ways were you?  That I realize what I was missing?  That I would want that so badly that I would decide to set you free so we could go back of our old life?”

       I was, of course.  It hadn’t been conscious but I recognized that I had put extra effort hoping for that very outcome.

       “Jack, you are so slow sometimes,” she chuckled.  “I don’t need to set you free to get that.   I can have it anytime I want.”

       Disappointment must have flashed in my eyes because she laughed and pulled me back in for another session of temple worship.  I was slightly pissed at her and tried to back off a tiny bit but a warning growl from her throat reminded me she was holding all of the cards and my balls. 

       “Very nice, Jack,” she purred when she surfaced the second time, “I’m going to give you a special treat for that.  Today’s hint is going to be better than average.”

       This would be the third hint in as many days.  The first two hadn’t made any sense at all and I was regretting my foolish decision to bet both of my baby-makers.  I waited for another cryptic clue.

       “This is a good one, Jack,” she exclaimed, “it doesn’t start with the letter ‘N’.”

       “Shit,” I thought, “I had some great ones starting with ‘N’.”

       “Oh, Jack,” she crowed, “you look so disappointed.  Did little Jacky have some good ones picked out?”

       I nodded my head.

       “Let me think,” she mused, “like…’No libido’ maybe or ‘Not a Chance’ or perhaps ‘Not Expected to Cum’?”

       “Damit!” I thought.  “She had my number.  I had thought of all three and was leaning toward the last one.”

       “See, Jack,” she boasted, “great clue.  Now you can concentrate on the other 25 letters in the alphabet.”

       I could feel my balls trying to retract into my body.  They were having a premonition that something was coming for them and they were trying to hide.  What had I been thinking of?  I floated off into a stupor as she drove me on the trail to the pond. 

       There were three other carts at the pond when we arrived.  Harriet, Julia and a younger woman whom I hadn’t seen before were having lunch on the blanket.  Julia looked very angry.

       “Hi, Harriet, hi, Jewel,” my wife said pleasantly.

       Harriet started to speak but Julia jumped up and shouted, “Don’t fucking ‘hi Jewel’ me you little whore.”

       “Julia,” my wife said sweetly, “we’ve been over this.  It’s like using a dildo.  You aren’t angry when I use my dildo, why are you angry now?”

       “Bullshit,” she screamed, “it’s not the same.  He’s a guy and he’s your husband!”

       “Jewel, sweetie,” my wife soothed, taking Julia in her arms, “it didn’t mean anything.  It’s you I care about.  I promise.  Jewel, honey, you know you are going to want to use your boyfriend like that and I’m not going to care.  You need to get over this, please, baby.”

       Some of the anger left Julia’s face as my wife’s words and actions soothed her but if looks could kill I would have been a dead man.  Those smoldering eyes looked at me with real hate.  My wife turned to the third woman and stuck out her hand.

       “Hi, I’m Carol.”

       “Oh, hi,” she replied, “I’m Carmen.”

       “How long have you been here, Carmen?” my wife asked.

       “Three months,” she replied.  “I came here with my new husband on our honeymoon.”

       “Oh! You’re the one who invented the clever new bit,” my wife gushed.

       “Uh…yes I am,” she stuttered.

       “Wow!  I just used it…I mean…it works great!  Thank you!”

       “You’re welcome,” Carmen blushed.  “I’m glad it works for you.  I had to come up with something.  I’ve been going crazy the past few months.”

       “How did you happen to end up here on your honeymoon anyway?” my wife asked bluntly.

       “Well…,” Carmen said, “I just couldn’t see myself as a housewife and my boyfriend had these kinky ideas and I…well, I wasn’t really interested in coming here but he insisted.  I think he thought he would act like a pony during the day and then get to be with me at night.  Then we got here and I…um…it kind of drove me crazy to have him helpless like this and I…  I couldn’t keep my hands off of myself and I couldn’t imagine going back to my old life and…”

       “Welcome to the club,” my wife joked.  “It’s like an addiction, isn’t it?”

       “Um, yes it is,” Carmen replied.  “I mean it’s what he asked for and it’s not what I wanted and now I wouldn’t give it up although I’m sure he would like to.  Funny how life works sometimes.”

       Julia gradually got over being mad and the ladies spent the afternoon drinking wine, snacking and swimming in the pond.  They all swam without suits which was a treat on the eyes except for Harriet who was kind of dumpy.  Carmen made up for it with her sleek twenty-five year old frame.  I noticed her husband refused to look at her.  Too much torture I suppose.

       As my wife was putting me away for the night Carmen walked over to my stall.  She stepped through the gate, moved next to me and grabbed my balls.

       “Which one of these are you planning to take?” she asked my wife.

       “Oh, you haven’t heard,” my wife laughed.  “I conned the stupid shit into betting both of them.  I’m planning on making two of those cool throwing things that Julia has.”

       She patted me on my still sore ass and said, “Only a few more days, Jack, and those sweet little globes are going to be mine.”

       They walked away laughing while I sat in the corner and tried to think of names.

       She had given me three more hints over the past three days that had been of questionable help.  I knew for sure from her previous hint that it didn’t start with ‘N’ and now I was pretty sure that I could stay away from ‘E’ and ‘K’.  Yesterdays hint had scared me because she told me that, in addition to her choice being clever, it was a real registered horse name.  I knew that real horse names couldn’t have blatant sexual innuendos in them so that did eliminate choices like ‘Hump No More’ and ‘Balls R Gone’ but there were millions of horse names. 

       She sauntered in around mid-morning and hitched me for our morning ride.  The strange thing about my past week here is that even though I hated her for what she had done and what she was going to do I still loved her.  Maybe it was just cum backing up into my brain but I still wanted her and looked forward to the stop on the way to the pond when I got to kneel between her legs and pleasure her.

       When we arrived at the pond there were seven other ponies tethered under the trees and seven women frolicking in the pond.  Instead of leaving me by the trees with the rest of the beasts she unhitched me and had me kneel next to the blanket on the grass.  The women stopped their play and moved onto the blanket in front of me.  Normally that much naked female flesh in such close proximity would have driven me wild but I knew what was coming and I was scared.

       “Well, Jack,” my wife teased, “it’s time for your first guess and since most of these women know what your new name is they wanted to be in on the action.  I’m going to make this simple.  I will start through the alphabet slowly and when I get to the letter that you think it starts with nod and we’ll go from there.  Do you understand?”

       I nodded and she started droning through the alphabet.  I stopped her right away on the letter ‘C’.

       “Jack,” she laughed, “sometimes you are so clever!”

       I didn’t know if she was teasing me or really meant it but I was committed.

       “Ok, Jack,” she purred, “there are four real horse names that come to mind that start with the letter ‘C’.  I’m going to say them and then you can tell me if one of them is one you were thinking of and then we’ll pick one.  ‘Carol’s Pearl’, ‘Carol’s Treasures’, ‘Carol’s Jewel’ and ‘Captive Audience’.  Is one of those your guess?”

       “Shit,” I thought, “I hadn’t thought of the ‘Pearl’ one at all.”  I nodded my head yes.

       “Ok, now is it number one…two…three…”

       I nodded my head at number three.

       “Jack,” she exclaimed, “I’m so proud of you.  Thinking of the fact that the original bet was for only one ball and using my name.  Wow!”

       A wave of relief washed over me.  My nightmare was over.  I was going home.  I was going to get to make love to my wife again.  I was…

       “Jack,” my wife said wickedly, “when I said I was proud of you I meant for being so clever.  I didn’t mean you were right.  In fact, just to help you for the next guess I’ll tell you that it doesn’t even start with the letter ‘C’.”

       My despair amused the group and my wife basked in the glow.  When the chattering had died down she dragged me to my feet and pulled me toward the trees.

       “I have a special treat for you today, Jack,” she said.

       She led me to a bench that was hidden behind the trees, pushed me to my knees and clipped my leash to the foot rest.

       “You are on pussy duty today,” she chuckled, “and I better get good reports or I’m taking away one of your guesses.”

       The parade of pussy began right away and continued until each of the women had a turn at using my mouth.  Last in line was Carmen who, with the typical impatience of youth, wasn’t happy that my reins held my head back from driving deep into her cunt.  She unclipped them so that I could reach her better and when she left she forgot to refasten them.  I was free!

       I crawled slowly away from the bench and into the thicket behind it where I got to my feet and quietly moved away.  It was ten minutes before I heard noises indicating that my absence had been discovered.

       “Damit, Jack,” my wife’s voice screeched, “you better get your ass back here right now!”

       I kept running and the sounds of their pursuit got fainter.  There was no way I was going back to that hell.  I felt that if I could keep moving and stay free for at least a day I would be able to work myself to some sort of civilization.  Surely I could find people who would be shocked by my plight and set me free.  I hid out for a while until sunset and then walked through the night toward a faint glow on the horizon that I assumed was city lights.  I found a hole early in the morning and spent the day on edge worrying that I would be discovered.  I walked through the second night but my lack of water and food was taking a toll on my body.

       Early the next morning I came upon a paved road.  It didn’t look very traveled and I knew I’d have to be very careful about who I stopped in case it was one of the women searching for me.  A few cars passed but they had women drivers and I didn’t dare chance it.  Late in the morning salvation appeared in the form of a police cruiser.  I stepped into the road in front of it.  It screeched to a stop and the trooper got out.

       “My god,” the trooper said, “what in the hell…?”

       I walked up and shook my head and made grunting sounds but the message I tried to convey about removing my bit didn’t seem to register.

       “Get in the car,” the trooper said, “and we’ll get you to where we can sort this out.”

       I climbed into the back seat and slouched down so as not to be seen by anyone we might pass.  My relief was palpable.  I was saved.  I was going back to real life.  I must have dozed off as the slamming of the car door woke me.  Then I heard Glenda’s voice and my world collapsed.

       “Hi, Mabel,” Glenda said, “what brings you out here?”

       “Lose something?” she asked laughingly.

       “What do you mean?”

       Trooper Mabel opened the rear door and gestured to me crouching in the back.

       “I found this pony wandering about ten miles from here,” she said, “and I assumed it was one of yours.”

       “Welcome back, Jack”, Glenda said icily.  “You are going to be one sorry son-of-a-bitch.”

       My wife joined the party and they dragged me from the vehicle and into the exercise room of the barn.  There were rows of folding chairs facing a metal frame that I was strapped into with my legs spread wide apart and my head down between my legs.  My balls were hanging only a foot from my face.

       “You weren’t here yesterday for your guess, Jack,” my wife whispered, “so you forfeited it.  You have one chance left.  We are all going to meet right after lunch and if you guess wrong I’m taking those things.  Think hard, Jack.”

       When the ladies gathered several hours later I had my guess ready but didn’t hold out much hope.  My wife started through the alphabet and when I nodded at the letter ‘J’ I could tell by the reaction of the crowd that I had hit the right letter. 

       “Goddamnit, ladies!” my wife screeched.  “Are you trying to help him win?”

       Silence descended on the room.  I was thrilled.  I was close.  A faint twinkle of hope had returned.

       “Ok, Jack,” she purred, “thanks to my friends here you know you have the right letter and to give you a chance I’m going to only give you four names to choose from, even though there are hundreds of horse names that start with Jack.  But first a little incentive.”

       Looking between my legs I could see her approaching me with a strange device.  It looked like a very large pair of pliers that opened backwards stretching what appeared to be a thick hair tie into about a two inch square opening.  She let my balls fall through the opening and then let go of the handles causing the band to snap tight around my nut sack.  It hurt like hell.

       “This is an elastrator, Jack, and I just used it to put a band on your balls.  You have maybe an hour for me to cut it off before it won’t make any difference anymore.  Now, the names.”

       I tried to pay attention but the pain and the thought of what was happening to my balls was interfering with my concentration.  When she got to the counting I had lost track of exactly which number was my guess.  I nodded my head at number four and I could tell by the clapping and shouting that somehow I had gotten it right.  Thank god the nightmare was over.

       My wife crouched down between my legs with a scalpel that I assumed was to remove the band.  She looked at me with the horribly cruel smile I had seen her display before and moved the blade to just below the band.

       “You didn’t really think I was going to let you go, did you?” she snickered as she rested the blade on my flesh.

       I passed out.

Chapter Eight: The Final Chapter...

Consciousness came back in the form of an earthquake of shaking that felt as if the world was coming apart.  I rolled over, opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.  The shaking continued but now I realized that it was someone’s hand on my shoulder trying to rouse me.

       “Jack, wake up, wake up,” I heard a voice say.

       I didn’t want to wake up to the nightmare my life had become so I closed my eyes again.  The shaking continued.

       “Jack, please wake up, please,” the voice insisted.

       I opened my eyes again and the ceiling was still there.  A glimmer of the tiniest spark pricked at my brain.  “The ceiling?” the spark questioned.

       “Jack, are you ok,” said a voice that sounded like my wife’s.

       Thinking returned at a snail's pace.  It was as if I had been walking in a dense fog and was finally able to see the faintest outline of something other than the pure white all around me.  I looked around and my surroundings finally registered.  I was in my bedroom.

       “My bedroom?”  I wondered and closed my eyes again.

       “Jack,” my wife’s voice thundered, “this isn’t funny.  I’m scared.  Are you Ok?  Please say something.  Please.”

       I opened my eyes and the bedroom was still there.  I turned to the hand that was shaking me and it was my wife’s.  She was lying next to me in our bed with a frightened look on her face.

       “What…what?” I stammered.

       “Jack, can you hear me?” she asked.

       “Where…where am I?”

       “Oh, Jack, you had me so worried,” she said.  “You were having a nightmare and it took me forever to wake you.”

       “A nightmare?” I asked stupidly.

       “Yes.  My god, Jack, it must have been horrible,” she sobbed.  “You were thrashing and screaming and crying.  It took me almost a half hour to wake you.  I was so scared.  What happened?”

       Reality slammed into me like a forty foot wave at the Banzai pipeline.  It washed over me bringing a feeling of relief that felt like a hot flush of pleasure that started at my toes and moved to the top of my head.  “A nightmare,” my mind told me, “the whole thing was only a nightmare.”

       I suppose that, if I had been something other than a typical guy, there were dozens of possible actions I could have taken right then.  I only thought of one.  My hand moved to the center of my universe and found two balls and a dick.  Everything was intact!  My hand stroked my unfettered penis and it immediately hardened into a rod that could have penetrated a steel wall.  Foreplay was not in my vocabulary as I rolled over onto my wife and pinned her to the mattress.  I captured her right nipple in my mouth and drove my needy member into her cunt.

       My desire was such that her body responded within a few seconds and we fucked like rabbits for the next hour.  We screwed each other like we were teenagers again.  After my first two orgasms I found my stride and managed to make her scream like she was going to die through three massive climaxes.  In many ways it was the best sex I had ever had and when it was over we lay there with the closeness that comes from knowing each other’s needs and satisfying them completely.

       “Gosh, Jack,” she gushed after we both recovered, “that must have been some dream.  Was it about some of those kinky things you like?  Were you dreaming about being forced to serve as a pony?”

       How close she guessed was disturbing.  She never thought of things like that so why now?  I was curious but I didn’t want to remember the horror and I certainly didn’t want to share so I closed my eyes and said nothing.

       My life gradually returned to normal.  We behaved like newlyweds for the next week but the ‘nightmare’ had changed something deep inside of me and thoughts of asking for any form of domination actually turned me off.  I had learned a lesson and thanked my lucky stars that it had been so cheap.

       When the package in the plain brown wrapper arrived in our mailbox about two weeks later I carried it into the house like it was a bomb waiting to go off.  I set it carefully on the coffee table and stared at it for twenty minutes.  I didn’t open it as I already knew what was inside.   As in one of the lines from the poem by Robert Frost’s titled, “The Road not Taken”, two divergent paths opened in front of me.  I already knew where the one in the package led.  I chose the other.

       I grabbed a small bag from the closet, put in a change of clothes and my passport.  I walked to the bank and withdrew all of the money in our savings account.  I grabbed a taxi to the airport and then a Delta flight to Mexico City where I bought a one way ticket to Cuba on Air Mexicana with cash.  In Havana I again paid cash for another one way to Bogotá, Columbia and then on to…well, it doesn’t matter where.

       I live in the islands now.  I fish, do odd jobs and crew on a forty-five foot catamaran when they need a deckhand.  I have an island girl-friend who I see once every week or so and make love to as if she is a jewel that needs to be cherished.  After six months my nightmares have finally receded to the status of vaguely disturbing unpleasant memories.  They don’t wake me up clutching at my chest for air anymore.

       I came through the door that evening with a ten pound grouper that I had speared just minutes before in the tide pool out front.   My thoughts were occupied with thinking of what I would fix to go with it for dinner when I saw the plain brown wrapped package sitting on my coffee table.  My wife was perched on the couch.  I looked from her to the package and the rush of fear stopped me dead in my tracks.

       “Hi, Jack,” she laughed, “surprised to see me?”

       Panic kept me from talking.  I stared at her stupidly.

       “I brought your mail, Jack,” she purred nodding toward the package.  “When you didn’t come home I opened it for you.  I knew it was something you’ve always wanted to do so I brought it here for us to make the arrangements to go there.”

       It took about five seconds before the fight or flight response that is buried in all of us took over.  I dropped the fish, scooped my passport from the desk and sprinted for my car.  I was ten feet away from it when something wrapped itself around my legs and put me on the ground like a tree that had just been felled by a lumberjack.  Before I could catch my breath my hands were wrenched behind me and cuffed together.  A rough hand on my shoulder rolled me over and I looked up at the smiling face of the Gaucho girl of my nightmares.  She leaned down, unwrapped her three ball boleadora from my legs and shoved a gag in my mouth.  My wife sauntered out of the house with a satisfied smirk lighting up her face.

       “I’m giving you what you were always begging me for, Jack,” she said.  “I’m going to let you live out your dream of being captured and forced to serve as a dumb animal.  I know you’re scared right now but you’ll thank me for this later.  We are going to have so much fun and I just know you are going to love your new life.”