Transformed Into A Permanent Chastity Pony Boy Part 2 (Patreon)

     The sharp, excruciating jolt to his groin and neck yanked Alex out of sleep with a gasp. His body convulsed involuntarily, eyes snapping open to a dimly lit stable. The pain radiated through his entire body, leaving him breathless and disoriented.

     He tried to move his arms, but quickly remembered the bondage constricting his entire body. His arms were locked in a rigid armbinder, his legs encased in rubber, and his feet encased in hooves. His mouth was filled with an inflated rubber penis, while his neck was locked in place by a collar. To complete his transformation, his cock and balls were secured in a steel chastity device. Elise had turned him into a ponyboy and brought him to Ms Steele's Ranch for Pony Boys.

Another shock to his balls and neck had Alex moaning through his penis gag in agony.

     “Good morning, Alex,” a cold, stern voice cut through the haze of his agony. Standing over him was a woman Alex recognised instantly as Ms Steele, her dark eyes gleaming with authority and a hint of sadistic pleasure.

     She held a remote in her hand, her thumb poised over the button that had delivered the shock. “Get up. We have a long day ahead.”

     Alex’s muscles screamed in protest as he struggled to his hooves. The memory of the previous day’s ordeal was still fresh in his mind, but there was no room for defiance. Ms Steele's presence was imposing, her demeanour commanding absolute obedience.

     “Today, you begin your training as a ponyboy,” Ms. Steele announced, her tone leaving no room for argument. Ms Steele attached reins to his harness and a bit to his mouth. The bit tasted metallic and uncomfortable, forcing his jaws apart. His neck and back were already aching from the restraints.

Ms Steele tugged sharply on the reins. “Let’s begin.”

     She led him out of the room and into a long corridor that opened into a large indoor training area. The floor was covered in sawdust, and various obstacles were set up throughout the space. Other trainees, similarly outfitted, were being put through their paces by equally stern instructors.

     “First, we’ll work on your gait,” Ms. Steele said, cracking her whip against the floor. The sharp sound made Alex flinch, a shiver of fear running through his body.

     “Lift those knees higher! Keep your back straight, you pathetic creature” she barked, snapping the whip again.

     Alex struggled to comply, his movements awkward and hesitant. The leather straps chafed against his skin, the bit making it hard to breathe evenly. Every mistake was met with the sharp sting of Ms Steele’s whip against his thighs and ass, each lash a humiliating reminder of his subjugation.

     “Faster!” she demanded, her voice dripping with icy disdain. “You call that effort? You’re nothing but a worthless ponyboy.”

     Hours blurred together as Alex endured the gruelling series of exercises. He was forced to trot, canter, and gallop in endless circles, his muscles burning from the exertion. Ms Steele’s whip became a relentless companion, correcting his every misstep with merciless precision. Her constant mockery and the searing pain from the whip drove him deeper into a state of humiliated submission.

     “Pathetic! You’ll never amount to anything more than this,” she taunted, her whip cracking once more against his raw, aching skin. Each lash stripped away another layer of his will, leaving him utterly broken and obedient.

     By midday, Alex’s body was drenched in sweat, his legs trembling with fatigue. Ms Steele allowed him a brief respite, during which he was given water through a spout attached to his bit. The water was tepid and tasted faintly salty, but he drank greedily, desperate for any relief.

     Ms Steele led Alex outside into the harsh daylight, the brightness making him squint after the dim interior of the training area. The outdoor arena was surrounded by tall fences, ensuring complete privacy. The air was cool and crisp, contrasting sharply with the sweat and heat emanating from Alex's body.

     "Come along, ponyboy," Ms. Steele commanded, her voice carrying an edge of impatience. She tugged sharply on the reins attached to Alex's harness, pulling him forward. The sound of her boots crunching on the gravel path was punctuated by the occasional snap of her whip against the ground.

     They reached a small, fenced-off area with a patch of dirt and straw. Ms Steele stopped and sat down in front of Alex, her expression stern. "This is where you'll relieve yourself, like the animal you are."

     Alex hesitated, the humiliation of what she was asking him to do weighing heavily on his mind. Ms Steele’s eyes narrowed at his hesitation, and she raised her whip, the leather cutting through the air with a menacing crack.

“Do it. Now,” she demanded, her voice like ice.

     Still, Alex hesitated, his body trembling with a mixture of shame and fear. The whip cracked again, this time connecting with the tender flesh of his thigh, the pain sharp and immediate.

     “Go to the bathroom, you worthless creature!” Ms Steele shouted, her whip striking again, leaving a fiery trail across his skin.

     The pain and the relentless command broke through his resistance. With a sob of defeat, Alex relaxed his muscles, allowing his body to obey. He felt the warm stream of urine flow from the chastity device, trickling down his legs and pooling in the dirt beneath him. The sensation was both relieving and mortifying, reducing him to the level of a mere animal in Ms Steele’s eyes.

     But the worst was yet to come. The cylindrical tube inserted into his ass began to work, and with a final, humbling effort, he felt the pressure give way. He defecated through the tube, the mess falling to the ground with a humiliating thud.

     Ms Steele watched with a satisfied smile, her whip tapping rhythmically against her thigh. “Good pony,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “You’re learning your place.”

     Tears of humiliation stung Alex’s eyes, but he didn’t dare move or speak. He stood there, utterly degraded, as Ms Steele’s cruel laughter filled the air. Her dominance was absolute, and his spirit was crushed beneath her unyielding control.

     The afternoon brought new tortures. Ms Steele introduced a heavy cart, attaching it to Alex’s harness. “Now, you will learn to pull,” she said with a wicked smile.

     The cart was loaded with weights, and Alex’s first attempt to move it was met with failure. The whip cracked against his ass, making him muffle in pain.

“Again!” Ms. Steele commanded.

     Gritting his teeth against the bit, Alex heaved with all his might. The cart inched forward, his muscles straining under the effort. Ms Steele walked beside him, her whip never far from his skin.

     Alex strained against the heavy cart, every muscle in his body screaming in protest. The leather harness dug into his skin, and the bit in his mouth made it hard to breathe. Ms Steele's constant commands and the crack of her whip kept him moving, the relentless pace leaving him no room for rest or reprieve.

      As he struggled forward, his eyes caught sight of another ponyboy being brutally disciplined by a familiar figure—Elise. She was standing beside the poor soul, her whip lashing out with merciless precision. The ponyboy under her control was bucking and whimpering, his flesh marked by a lattice of fresh welts.

     Elise’s face was a mask of stern concentration, her eyes cold and unyielding as she drove her ponyboy to obey. Every snap of her whip was accompanied by a sharp command, her voice cutting through the air with cruel authority.

     For a moment, her gaze flicked over to Alex. She recognized him instantly, and a smirk curled her lips. The sight of her sadistic satisfaction sent a chill down Alex’s spine, adding to the weight of his burden. She held his gaze for a heartbeat longer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and superiority, before turning her attention back to her charge.

      “Faster, you pathetic beast!” Elise snarled, her whip cracking down hard. The ponyboy stumbled forward, his movements desperate and uncoordinated. Elise’s smirk widened, her delight in his suffering evident.

     Alex’s focus wavered, the scene of Elise’s merciless control playing over in his mind. The distraction cost him dearly. Ms Steele’s whip struck his back with a savage force, the pain searing through him like fire.

“Keep moving, you useless animal!” she shouted, her voice filled with fury. “Focus on your task!”

     Alex bit down on the bit, tears of pain and humiliation blurring his vision. He heaved against the cart, his legs trembling with the effort. Each step felt like an eternity, the weight of the cart dragging him down, but the memory of Elise’s smirk drove him forward. He couldn’t afford to fall behind, not with Ms Steele’s whip ever ready to correct him.

     As the sun began to set, the training session continued without mercy. Alex’s body was a tapestry of welts and bruises, each one a testament to Ms Steele’s relentless discipline. His spirit, once defiant, was now worn down by the unending cycle of pain and exertion.

     Finally, as darkness fell, Ms Steele called a halt. Alex collapsed to the ground, his body unable to sustain him any longer. He lay there, panting and broken, his mind a haze of exhaustion and defeat.

     Ms Steele crouched beside him, her expression triumphant. “You did well today, Pony. But this is only the beginning. Remember, perfection is the only acceptable outcome.”

     She reached down, her hand gripping his chin and forcing him to meet her gaze. “Tomorrow, we begin again. And you will be even better.”

     Alex nodded weakly, his will shattered. He knew he had no choice but to obey, to endure whatever Ms Steele demanded. In just one day, she had broken him completely.

     As she stood and walked away, leaving him to be taken back to his cell, Alex’s last thought was a grim acceptance of his new reality.

     Once Alex was secured in his cell, he looked through the small slits of the horse mask locked to his collar. The cell was locked from the outside, and the small window had metal bars installed. There was no way he was leaving this cell unless someone allowed him.

     Just as he was about to doze off, Elise opened the cell door and strutted inside, her smirk widening as she twirled her riding crop between her fingers. The sharp click of her heels on the concrete floor sent a shiver down Alex's spine. He immediately froze, his heart racing. He knew better than to make a move without her explicit instruction; the consequences of disobedience were too severe.

     Elise sauntered up to him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and cruelty. "Well, look at you," she purred, circling him like a predator. "I hear you've started your outdoor toilet training. How fitting for a filthy little animal like you. You're becoming quite the obedient workhorse, aren't you?"

      Her words stung each one a reminder of his debasement. He felt his cheeks burn with shame, but he remained still, not daring to break her gaze. Elise's hand reached out, her fingers cold against his skin as she fondled his balls. The unexpected touch elicited a guttural moan from him, muffled by the bit in his mouth. He squirmed, the sensation overwhelming, but she held him firmly in place.

     "Ah, does my little pet enjoy that?" she teased, her voice dripping with mockery. "Don't get too excited. You know I won't let you cum. Not yet." She continued to edge him, her hands skilled and merciless, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy before cruelly pulling back.

     "You thought I could be interested in you?" she laughed, the sound echoing in the small cell. "How foolish you are. You're nothing more than a toy to me, a plaything for my amusement." She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Remember that, and maybe I'll show you some mercy. But don't count on it."

      The humiliation was almost unbearable. Every word and every touch was designed to remind him of his place. Elise relished in his torment, her power over him absolute. And as she continued to tease and torment him, Alex knew he was utterly at her mercy, his only purpose to serve and suffer for her pleasure.