The Trap Part III

Author: joe42
Title: The Trap Part III
Date: 10 January 2019

Suddenly I saw someone appear behind me in the mirror, my tongue with the heavy lock on it was grabbed raw and in the next moment it became dark. Thick leather now surrounds my head and is pulled so tightly that my jaws are extremely compressed and my tongue now protrudes like swollen out of the mouth opening. I can only get air through the nostrils of the mask. The leather mask has perforated eye openings and is so thick that I can only hear the voices dull.
"Finally we don't have to look at your face anymore" says the leather man now, "I can understand that people have blocked you as soon as you have sent facepics! I think for a second or so, how he can know that. I had told my frustration experiences in the GR only to a few very close friends.
But I could hardly follow, I was too busy with my picture in the mirror. Somehow the second man managed to push a plastic tube into my compressed mouth. He tried a while around and lets me suck through the hose liquid. A few times I swallow myself and start to cough panically, which brings with but immediately hard blows on my hangers.
A few more attempts and it works with the drinking and the horror continues: They pull a horse head mask over my leather skull. Breathing immediately becomes exhausting, because it is a modified gas mask on which the horse's head is worked up on rubber or something. I can hardly see anything, the eye openings are tiny and use only if I lower the horse's skull deep forward.
I feel the mask closing tighter and tighter around my leather head, I hear the clicking of locks or snaps. I can only hear my breath and from far away the voices of the two masters that I can see in the mirror.

The two of them now come over to me again and I can feel them nesting on the mask in my neck. I hope they'll take the heavy thing off me, but the next second the thick rubber presses itself even tighter and more tightly around my head than before.

Suddenly it gets dark, they must have strapped something over the tiny eye openings. I feel you putting some harness around my tied body and gradually some straps are pulled tight. I try to think logically and suspect that these guys want to make me some kind of horse-fetish animal.
My thoughts are now interrupted when I realize that this is the first time I've been here that I'm released from bondage. I desperately look forward to finally being able to move my body again and try to stretch a little. Immediately and without any warning, I take hard blows into my screwed hanger and hear something of keeping still and keeping my mouth shut, while a whip hits me wildly.
I'd love to beg these two right now. Yes, I'm already ready, I'm afraid and I realize that I'm at the mercy of both of them. "Please, please, leave the sow alone, stop it, I obey you, please" I gurgle helplessly into the gag, while the whip keeps clapping at me.
I howl snot and water when he finally stops and dare no more own movement. Now my arms are somehow locked in front of my chest. Pretty high up, it must somehow look like a dog doing "male".
Then I am taken out of the frame into which I was tied for so long and led somewhere through the darkness. The whip straps burn and the heavy screwing around the tail and eggs dangles back and forth causing bestial pain with every step.
I am fastened to the neck somewhere on a wall, then they put on me knee-high boots. As they lace the boots, I feel my feet bent down with every jerk until they remain in a posture as if I had very high pumps on. They undo me from the wall again, drag me behind them. I can't stretch my legs, must practically walk with my knees slightly bent. When I stumble it immediately strikes again.
Now I feel fresh air, they obviously lead me outside for quite a while. In my dark head prison I enjoy the first movement since eternal days. In fact, I don't even know how long I've been here and I don't know where the "here" is either. I also don't care, in the last few days they have made me something here that I don't yet understand myself, because I go with them, don't resist, am happy when they show up in my prison and would lick their boots with gratitude when they give me something to drink. Even now I feel that my dick is stirring because it feels so good to be led through the grounds by the two guys. Here with the two I am no longer, I am the cattle, the horse they lead, can only be what they want me to be. Suddenly the fear seizes me that they don't want me anymore, that I'm not good enough for them and I now try to run obediently to please them.
We stop, the horse head mask is nested, then I can suddenly see through two perforated eye openings. My eyes need a moment, then I see a big empty paddock with a kind of pole in the middle. They lead me to the paddock, then they told me that I would be trained now. Attached to a steel rope, I am supposed to walk around the pole, running in such a way that the rope does not sag. They have to roar quite loudly so that I can hear them at all. Then you say that there are three speeds and I almost fall over when now, completely surprisingly, a violent electric shock hits my throat. So the mask has an electric collar, I hear and feel now that a current pulse means normal walking, two current pulses mean trotting and with three pulses I have to run.
In the next hour you will teach me how to do this. Completely arbitrarily I walk, trot, run around the pole on their "orders", fall down again and again and am forced with hard whip blows again to get up quickly and continue running. Now I'm not only afraid of the whip anymore, but also of the extremely strong electric shocks they give me. But it also feels good after a while, I'm working better and better, in between they stop me to tighten the belts of the harness they put on me earlier and it makes me happy when the master slaps his leather hand on my ass and says: "For such an old fat horse, that's a good start, looks like we'll find a use for the cattle after all".
Then it gets dark again because they close the eye openings. Now I am no longer guided, but by the chain. Arriving at my destination, I get the order to be guided on all fours.