why???!!!…really???!!!….YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ASK WHY!!!!….after days…NO - weeks of keeping you chaste…pure…warning you not to spill your seed…training you…conditioning you…and the first time i take you out to show off my new str8boi slave to my friends and you go and humiliate me in front of them and blow your load like a little horny bitch simply because one of them wanted to rape your hole…so you know exactly why you’re on that table bitch…and you know exactly why i am punishing you and will punish you like this again…every fuckin’ time you cum without my permission…end of discussion.
Look at Jake’s body: could anything be better designed for use as a pony? Those staggeringly powerful thighs means that he can run for long distances in front of his owner’s cart; his massive cock “shows” well as he runs, flopping up and down as he pounds along, and clearly suggesting his prowess as a “stallion”when put to stud; he’s flat bellied, broad shouldered and handsome, showing his owner’s discernement in selecting him, and wealth to be able to afford such a perfect specimen of a slave; and his natural “fur” shows his virility without the need for constant shaving or clipping to reveal his torso and genitals.
Jake’s been a pony for three years now and has almost forgotten his old life and his wife and kids. But sometimes, at the end of the day or before he goes out to work, he stands staring into the distance from the stables and can’t help remembering how it used to be when he went off in his jeans and shirt to the factory every day, and it was his bonus, rather than the whip, which governed how hard he worked.