When I came round I could see I was in a garage of some sort. It was surprisingly warm and although dimly lit the door told me it was obviously linked to a house or other building of sort. My left ankle was padlocked with very heavy chain attached to a heavy metal ring on the floor. The cuffs around my wrists were leather and also padlocked. They appeared to be attached to a belt that had been fastened around my waist just above my cock.

My clothes were gone aside from what appeared to be to pieces of leather wrapped around my feet and secured with cable ties around my ankles. They were loosely fitted but the leather was not thick and I could feel the hard rough concrete floor beneath me. There seemed to be bits of hay or straw and as I followed the trail there were three bales sitting on top of each other in the corner. I struggled at the bonds but it was no use and I sat down on the much cooler floor.

I remained surprisingly calm; an effect I was later to find out was the effects of the tranquilisers I was now doped with. I sat for what seemed like hours but was probably no more than minutes trying to remember the events of the night before. I remember getting very drunk in the bar after my girlfriend had walked out after a big fight. I remembered chatting to an old guy and talking the usual drunken rubbish about what a pain in the ass woman could be. But that was about it. I knew I should be feeling fearful, frightened to death even. But as I said the drugs kept me docile and in truth made it very difficult to concentrate on anything other than exploring the surroundings with my eyes as I sat on fidgeting on the concrete floor.

The door opened and in walked the guy from the night before. He was smart but very strangely dressed for what I assumed was morning. He was probably around seventy, six foot or so, large build with quite a heavy gut. His shape was easy to make out in what looked like riding jodhpurs, a white shirt and knee high leather boots. He closed the door and placed a square metal bowl of water at my feet. Reaching over he pulled a small crop from the rack on the wall and tapped it on the dish. I stared up from the floor blankly and confused. He tapped the dish again ‘drink'. Again I looked up ‘I'm not thirsty'. He placed the tip of the crop under my chin and gave it a gentle tap tap as though I was supposed to respond. Tracing it over my shoulder and then upwards again. This time the same gentle tap tap to my neck. ‘Very well' he said, circling around me as he tapped the crop in his hand.

Then I felt it, three extremely hard smacks of the crop tore into my ass too quickly administered to even have time to register the first other than an attempt to scurry along the floor on my knees. ‘What the F......' I never finished the sentence as the heavy leather training bit was forced between my lips and pulled tightly behind. I clenched my teeth tightly only to open it wide as my ass was again given three very hard strikes with the crop. I let out a muffled scream as the bit pulled back into the corners of my mouth and my teeth began chomping and biting on the bit trying to get comfortable. 

I could not see, but from the way it was being fastened I had seen enough horses to know it was a head collar. I began to shake and move my head frantically trying to push the bit from between my teeth. My captor simply stood silently watching my muffled groans and discomfort as my mouth began to dribble around the bit and saliva began to build and run down my chin. ‘Yes...An unfortunate side effect of a pony new on the bit. But it will ease in time. The metal one you will work up too tends to cause it to happen more and of course the metallic taste in your mouth takes some getting used to.....Now, let's just get your lead rope fastened to the wall so you don't wander off'. He grabbed me firmly by the hair and lifted me up back to stand. I watched from the corner of my eye as the rope attached to the head collar was pulled and tied to a higher ring on the wall.

He gave it another sharp tug and my face was pulled sideways only three or four inches from the smell of cheap fresh paint.  I watched as he took the tip from the large syringe. I shuffled about but my movement was now limited to maybe kicking my legs out at best as I struggled, tethered and still cuffed. ‘Don't worry; I was a vet for many years. This is my own combination of horse tranquiliser and a potent mix of female hormones. A little blood from one of my real brood mares also but not enough to do you any harm. I just like to know, and like you to know that when you are being broken it's not just a game. A mare's blood flows in your veins now. Stud stallion boy you may have once been. But soon you will happily whinny and nay like a good little pony........to the thought of Masters thick long Stallion like cock emptying my heavy balls into your sweet warm ass.' For a moment I felt petrified and began to weep like a girl.

Moments after the sharp pain in my thigh I felt the euphoria of the tranquiliser kicking in, and a throbbing in my nipples as though somewhere deep in my chest they were aching from the inside out....I did even feel the piercing gun it was so quick. Just a couple of loud bangs as the numbered plastic tag was attached to my upper left ear and I looked down to see my limp rather sad looking manhood.....now freshly pierced through the exposed tip with a heavy steel ring.......