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"writing": "[b][center]The Bull and Pony\nBy Black Pony of Death\n\n1\n“The Crime”[/center][/b]\n\n\tDonald’s eyes darted about the room. He wanted to make sure they were alone.\n\n\t“We’re fine,” said Stephen, his friend who was clearly experienced in these matters from his tone. “No one’s here on Sunday… except the kids whose parents couldn’t pick them up.”\n\n\t“I’d rather be doing this at home,” said Donald, watching Stephen strip his lower half down to his tightie-whities. “You know what’ll happen if they catch us.”\n\n\t“They won’t… trust me. I do this every weekend.”\n\n\t“Okay.”\n\n\tDonald took his pants off as well, setting them aside. He plopped down beside his pony friend on the bed, who was already pulling his undies down to his ankles.\n\n\t“I’ve never done this with you,” said Stephen. “Me and Bill have done it… but that was, like, two months ago. He doesn’t want to do it anymore.”\n\n\t“Why not?”\n\n\t“Mark got caught.”\n\n\t“Oh. You sure we’re okay?”\n\n\tStephen was already rubbing the very tip of his penis. It was became engorged with bloodflow rather quickly.\n\n\t“No one’s here!” he said. “Mr. Shakter walked in on me a couple weeks ago, and he just said he didn’t want to see me doing it, but I could do whatever I wanted as long as I wasn’t tearing up the room.”\n\n\t“I like Mr. Shakter,” said Donald, pulling his undies down to his ankles. “Okay… if Mr. Shakter says it’s okay, then it must be okay. As long as school isn’t in session, right?”\n\n\tDonald looked down at his limp, light brown genitals. Being afraid of getting caught and whisked off made it hard for him to think more… pleasant thoughts, but he was trying.\n\n\t“Scared?”\n\n\t“Yeah.”\n\n\t“It’s okay… you’ve got me here to protect you.”\n\n\tThe bull smiled weakly.\n\n\t“O-okay…”\n\n\tHe began to gently rub the tip of his foreskin… it felt nice. Doing this with another student felt more secure, he had no reason to be afraid. Gradually, he watched the whole thing stiffen. Little did he know he slightly tight foreskin, but that was okay… it worked, and he was able to prove that by gently massaging the shaft. It felt nice.\n\n\tStephen looked down at his bull friend’s genitals as they became engorged as well. Donald was just thinking about getting rid of this pent-up urge, but Stephen… there was a reason Stephen liked being around Donald so much, and wanted to be there to protect him. This experience wouldn’t get rid of that urge… it would reinforce it. Not that he knew.\n\n\tThey were alone in the building, or so they thought. Mr. Burch was just a floor below them, doing paper work… frustrated. The slight rhythmic springing sound of the mattress on the floor was as disturbing to him as it was… disturbing to him. He got up, quietly.\n\n\tThey better not be doing what I think they’re doing.\n\n\tQuietly, the bull administrator ascended the stairs… careful not to make a sound. It’s not so easy with hooves, but he managed. Their door was across the hall from the stairs, just a couple steps and he’ll be looking inside. That’s all he took.\n\n\tThe two were more focused on themselves than anything else. Stephen was busy peering at Donald’s genitals… blushing. Donald was trying to get at more than half-mast. The administrator saw this, unseen by either and reached into his pocket for his note pad.\n\n\tI’ll let them have their fun, he thought, as he wrote down:\n\n\t“Monday – schedule full-circumcision for Stephen Wilson and Donald Hardy. Reason – punishment, caught masturbating together. Withhold anesthetic. No warning administered or necessary, preface overridden: homosexual undertones detected.”\n\n\tHe then drifted back downstairs to his paperwork, again not making a sound.\n\n\tTwo in one day, he thought. Gunderson’ll be entertained.\n\n\tBack above him, the two continued to have their fun. Donald did eventually get his at full mast, when he was finally sure they were alone and Stephen almost his the ceiling by the end. It was fantastic, the moment was shared.. even Donald, after a while, felt the same relief from his urges.\n\n[center][b]2\n“Green Mile”[/b]\n[/center]\n\n\tMonday, lunch was almost over. Administrator Burch caught Donald before students started leaving for class.\n\t“Hey Donald,” said the Administrator said. “Grab your books, I want to talk to you.” Without much hesitation, Donald did just that. He only had an armload, after all. He turned to face the administrator, who motioned him to come along with a hoof. “Come on, Donald… this won’t take too long.”\n\n\tThe lunchroom was noisy, so they didn’t do too much talking in there, but once they were outside, with the birds chirping in the trees, administrator Burch let out a sigh.\n\n\t“Nice day, isn’t it?”\n\n\t“Yeah,” replied the teenage bull. “What would you like to talk about?”\n\n\t“Not only do I want to talk to you, Donald, I want to show you something… something you’ve never seen. Would you like that?”\n\n\tDonald shifted uncomfortably on his hind hooves… Administrator Burch was nice, but he was a shy kid like so many of them.\n\n\t“Um… okay.”\n\n\t“Come along then,” said the Administrator, motioning him along. “You don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m here.”\n\n\tThe teenager walked alongside the bull in the silent afternoon.\n\n\t“You’re like me, Donald. We’re both bulls… we understand what it means to be tough, and strong… don’t we?”\n\n\t“I think so.”\n\n\t“But that strength comes at a price…all that pent-up energy isn’t good. That’s why we have sports.”\n\n\t“But I have asthma.”\n\n\t“I’m not telling you what to do, Donald,” said the Administrator firmly. “I just want you to know that I understand you. Are you ready to see what I want to show you?”\n\n\tDonald looked in front of him. There were plenty of administrative buildings the kids weren’t allowed in, and this was one of them.\n\n\t\"Why did you bring me here?”\n\n\t“To show you around… in just a few short years, why there’s a chance with your grades you could be an administrator. Would you like that?”\n\n\t“I don’t know.”\n\n\t“That’s a fair answer...” The administrator smiled. “Now come along… savor what I have to show you, and appreciate what I have to tell you. That’s allI ask of you.”\n\n\tDonald remained silent… the administrator walked towards the building, turning around to again, motion for the student.\n\n\t“Come on,” he said.\n\n\tSlowly but surely, with an armload of books, Donald did just that.\n\n[center][b]3\n“The Bull”[/b][/center]\n\n\tInside, the building was dark… a couple of long hallways jutting in either direction. It smelled of alcohol and cleaning products.\n\n\t“The janitors were just here,” said Administrator Burch, watching the little bull’s nose sniff. “Getting it ready for activity.”\n\n\t“What activity?” \n\n\t“Business, of course!” The bull held out his hooved hand. “Can I take your books? You’ll find touring this place to the end with me will be much easier without them. They’ll just weigh you down.”\n\n\t“O… okay.” The little youth passed his Administrator the books.\n\n\t“Now, come on…” Mr. Burch pointed. “Down this hall and to the right. That’ our first stop.”\n\n\tDonald didn’t say anything… he waited until the bull started off in that direction, and then he followed.\n\n\tA thought crossed his mind, a pretty horrible one, but as they walked the halls alone, he put it out of his mind… no way he could be here for that.\n\n\tThey made it to their destination.\n\n\t“Go inside, Donald. I’ll shut the door behind you. Then we’ll have a talk.”\n\n\tThe little bull’s eyes shined white with fear… the administrator saw this.\n\n\t“Don’t be afraid. It’s my job to keep you safe and make sure you’re working as hard as you can. You’ve done both so well… why would I harm you for that?”\n\n\tThe look of fear died down, and Donald complied with the administrator’s orders, looking inside. All he saw was a table on the other side of the room, a very large wooden table, with a rather thin, young-looking fox behind it. His glasses shined in the faint light. The door shut.\n\n\tDonald heard his books fall from Mr. Burch’s grasp and he turned around, only to find both of Mr. Burch’s hands on him.\n\n\t“Hey! Wh- what’s going on?”\n\n\tMr. Burch held him tightly by his collar, forcing him to walk away from the door and towards the table… towards the fox. Mr. Burch’s eyes had gone from kind to mean in a fraction of a second, almost as though he was a different bull. Donald grasped at his hands, but like most adult bulls… Mr. Burch was very strong. They took a few more steps in the direction of the table, he tried to fight but it barely slowed the bull. The finally reached their destination… he knew this because his back his the table.\n\n\t“Stop! Let go!”\n\n\tDonald was not quite in tears, but close to it. Everything was happening much too fast for him to properly react. He was just trying to get administrator Burch off. It was then that he sensed the fox coming around the table and felt…\n\n\tHands at his belt. That was what tipped him off. A set of hands loosening his belt, then unsnapping his pants. He was there to be circumcised.\n\n\t“No! Please!” he begged as administrator Burch restrained both his arms in a single hand, his legs with a thigh. He was now in tears. “Stop!”\n\n\tThe fox pulled his pants down, underwear too, in a simple, swift, clinical motion. It was then that he realized just how strong Administrator Burch really was, as he was literally thrown on the table.\n\n\tHe tried to struggle – he kicked, he cried, he plead, but nothing worked. Working together, the fox and bull duck tapped his shins to his thighs, and then his wrists to his ankles… immobilizing him with his legs open, vulnerable to anything they might want to do with his genitals.\n\n\tHe looked up at the doctor, tears streaming down his face. The doctor neither looked back, nor showed much emotion behind his glasses.\n\n\t“So?” the Doctor asked.\n\n\t“Be quick with this one… but take everything.”\n\n\tDonald looked up at Administrator Burch; the bull returned the stare with a cruel smile:\n\n\t“You know what you did.”\n\n\tNo matter what Donald would say at this point, it would do nothing.\n\n\tAs Mr. Burch got behind Donald, the fox started by doing the same type of examination any doctor might – he inspected the bull’s genitals top to bottom, then pulled the skin back… it went all the way with ease, but he noticed a tiny with ring, barely perceptible, on the back of the shaft when it was fully retracted.\n\n\t“I’ll make sure this is never a problem for you,” he said, not looking up at Donald. Instead he looked up at Mr. Burch. “I’ll get the most painful part out of the way first. Just ta be clear you mean take everything, right?”\n\n\tThe administrator nodded.\n\n\tBefore Donald knew what was happening (not that he liked the sound of this) the doctor fox picked up a narrow, long pair of surgical scissors and brought them towards the head of his penis. It was then that Mr. Burch hoisted his head up… so he could see what was happening, then pulled back on his shirt bottom, exposing his stomach. The doctor aimed his slice closely, and Donald was about to holler in fear when…\n\n\t[i]Snip![/i]\n\n\tIf he were able to scream, he would have. The agony was unbearably. That tiny, barely audible snip had his muscles tense and quaking. It had felt more like searing and ripping. He turned white.\n\n\t[i]Snip! Snip! Snip![/i]\n\n\tThe fox was fished for now. He held up in a second pair of what looked like scissors (but had blunt ends designed to hold pieces of things) a piece of Donald’s penis… small, a couple inches long, and indescribably sensitive. It was his frenulum. The doctor closed off the bleeding with another scissor-like contraption.\n\n\tIt was then that Donald released a single, high-pitched scream which ended in blubbering sobs of agony, ignored by both adults. Instead, they joked:\n\n\t“Those hemostats really work, huh, Rick? Thought this one was going to bleed like a stuck pig.”\n\n\t“I know what I’m doing,” \n\n\tThe world was a blur to Donald, and they didn’t wait for his senses to return. Overloaded in agony, his genitals cut and crimped, he could see (and feel) that the fox had rolled his foreskin foreword and, with another hemostat in hand, pulled his foreskin tip outward. He saw the tip of the hemostat moving for the tip of his foreskin.\n\n\t“No…” he barely moaned while sobbing.\n\n\tIt didn’t matter. The fox inserted the hemostat at the top of his foreskin, he felt the hard steel push all the way back as far as it could go, then it crimped shut again. He hurt almost as much as the first snip, except instead of an intense burning pain, this was an intense crushing pain. All he could do was cry like a baby, his nose full of snot\n\n\tAdministrator Burch made sure he had a full view of this, so he knew exactly what went into his circumcision. .He couldn’t see the bull’s face, but he knew he was right by his shoulder.\n\n\tThe fox inserted yet another hemostat, and he cried yet again.\n\n\t“Please!” He begged. “It hurts so much!”\n\n\t“Shh…” replied Mr. Burch. “It’s okay.”\n\n\t“No, it’s not!” cried the bull. “STOP HIM!”\n\n\tMr. Burch smiled, watching the fox bring his surgical scissors towards the tip of little bull’s penis.\n\n\t“Fourteen years old and getting circumcised as punishment.” The bull clicked his tongue in disapproval. “You couldn’t have waited just two years, could you?”\n\n\tIt was then the doctor began cutting again, this time at the top of Donald’s foreskin. If Donald had thought getting a frenectomy was the most painful experience he’d ever have, it was… but this by far took longer.\n\n\t[i]Snip! Snip! … Snip![/i]\n\n\tThe fox ignored the bull’s thrashing and crying as he cut the bull’s foreskin dorsally down the middle. Due to the way he was restrained (and Mr. Burch being there to help hold him down) his hips were relatively still. It was easy as cutting through paper… but much more soft and moist.\n\n\tAs the fox retracted his pawed fingers, disconnecting the hemostats, blood started to flow more freely from most of Donald’s wounds. The hemostats had done their job and closed off most of it, however. The experience wasn’t quite over yet.\n\n\t“Here it comes,” whispered Administrator Burch. “You’ll never forget that little toy of Gunderson’s… I guarantee it.”\n\n\tGunderson… he’d never forget that name either.\n\n\tIt looked like a huge single hole punch. It looked like a giant toenail clipper. Dr. Gunderson twisted a little crank and then this piece, which looked like a trumpet’s mouth piece, was in his paw.\n\n\tWith care, Gunderson took the bruised remnants of Donald’s foreskin (retracted them painfully) and then put the cold end of the metal part against his penile glans. He then pulled it up over his glans and, for a second, it looked like it always had looked when he had a stiffy.\n\n\tDonald looked down as the room swayed -- a tiny gold safety pin was taken from a stash of surgical tools resting by Burch, and inserted into both sides of the dorsal slit… almost like a stitch, holding the metal bit in place. Then Gunderson grabbed the rest of the tool and inserted the end sticking past Donald’s foreskin into a hold designed for it… carefully, minding the pin. It latched into place, already quite painful.\n\n\t“It’s almost over,” whispered Administrator Burch. “Are you ready?”\n\n\tDonald didn’t answer verbally… he just quaked and softly wept. Not that he could consciously process it, but he knew anything he said would just get ignored.\n\n\tThen the Doctor started to play with the knob at the end of the tool again. Donald felt the tip of the bell his foreskin was wrapped around slip into the groove, and… the pain grew from barely noticeable over everything else to all but unbearable and excruciating. Cutting, crushing. The little bull cried out, then screamed... all the while the doctor tightening it all the more.\n\n\tWhen it finally reached the point that Doctor Gunderson couldn’t tighten it anymore, he released the clamp and allowed it to swing loosely. The screaming didn’t bother him or Burch, they were quite used to it.. the two made eye-contact, both smirking. Then, Donald did something that some students do if they’re brought in right after lunch. Some soil or wet their pants when they realize what’s about to happen to them, others…\n\n\tDonald lost his lunch. First bit hit his shirt, then all the kale, all the peas and carrots, were now to his right, most of it on the floor. He vomited twice and hardily.\n\n\tHe was in so much misery he couldn’t scream again. His eyes just watched. Gunderson picked up a scalpel from the layout, briefly looked up at the bull patient of his as his friend ran his hooved fingers through his hair, and then he quickly traced the end of the scalpel around Donald’s exposed foreskin. It was done. As Donald’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, Gunderson removed the pin, then removed the bull’s foreskin… leaving the clamp on for a few more minutes.\n\n\t“You’re circumcised,” whispered Burch in the pained student’s ear. “Take care of it… you won’t be able to play with it again for a long while.”\n\n\tDonald just lay there, quaking inagony.\n\n\tAs Gunderson cleaned up, he looked up at Donald before pulling out a red cooler for this “donation” and the next.\n\n\t“You were brave, kid,” he said, picking up Donald’s excised foreskin and putting it in a plastic bag. “I hear a lot more blubbering than that usually.”\n\n\t“Oh, please don’t circumcise me!” mocked administrator Burch. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.”\n\n\tThe doctor smirked, picking up his scissors and snipping them in reply. He then loosened the clamp on Donald’s foreskin remnants, and inspected the job he’d done… closely, as Donald whimpered.\n\n\t“Ah, just great.”\n\n\t“What’s wrong?” asked Burch.\n\n\tThe doctor chuckled.\n\n\t“Cut ‘em too tight… gunna pop open if I leave it.”\n\n\t“So? Wrap it up. He won’t be playing with it again.”\n\n\t“Not gunna risk it. I’m going to have ta suture it, just ta be sure.” He looked up at Donald. “I’ll make this quick, you brave lil boy.”\n\n\tDoctor Gunderson fetched another hemostat, needle and thread.\n\n\t“Close your eyes…” said Gunderson, threading the needle. “This is fer your health… you’ll want it, trust me. In a few minutes I’ll be gone… your weenie will heal up and look nice after it kernalizes, but no respectable woman’s gunna want you now.” He began stitching. Donald did not close his eyes, but instead stared blankly above at the faint fluorescent lights “Can’t learn to control yourself here, what good’re you as a father? It’s a mark, you know. Might be able to get that other boy Burch caught you with … he’s next on the table, you know. Probably the best mate you’ll ever make… or someone like him. Couple of fairies.” He turned to Burch as he finished up, breaking the thread. “That pony boy’s a little prancer, isn’t he?”\n\n\t“Yup. Caught him with a Playmare once. He wasn’t masturbating or we’d be done with him. Buncha nude stallions and bulls in.”\n\n\t“Gah, I hate prancers…” He turned back to Donald. “Should circumcise ‘em once they’re found out. It’s illegal, though, ‘cause they ain’t doin’ nothing wrong. Lousy, no good, disease spreading, degenerate fags… Think you suffered, bull? I made it real quick, clean. I don’t think you’re gay, but there’s no way you’ll get a good mate now.” He turned to Burch. “I’m going to go eat… give this little guy a moment to rest, then pedal him off to the infirmary, will ya?” He turned back to Donald. “Hurts like hell, I know too well, but you’ll live.”\n\n[center][b]4\n“This Smells”[/b][/center]\n\n\t“It’s right through that door, Stephen,” said Administrator Burch, pointing down the hall. “We’ll sit down, have a talk, then you can go off. Take the whole day to yourself.”\n\n\tStephen didn’t trust this, but instead of being afraid, he was watching and listening. What administrator Birch was telling him to do set off a red flag – come into a tiny room with me, in a building no one else is in and there’s hardly any light, and we’ll chat. The building was enough, but not enough for him to be sure.\n\n\t“You’re trying to trap me,” he said, turn his hooves in the opposite direction. “You take one step towards me… I- I’m gunna run.”\n\n\t“And I’ll catch you. Don’t be silly, Stephen.”\n\n\tThat was enough for Stephen to know it was time to run for sure.\n\n\tPonies can outrun bulls generally, even teenage prancer ponies racing against larger bulls… that was a known fact. Stephen had in fact made it down the hall and turned the corner. The door was in plain sight and Administrator Birch wasn’t far behind. He could theoretically make it if he booked.\n\n\tHe charged the door, almost full force… pushing on the metal, but it didn’t move. Neither did the door.\n\n\t“You think you’re the first kid who’s tried that?” Administrator Burch said, turning the corner. “Now , come on… you’re not leaving here until we’re finished with our little talk.”\n\n\t“You don’t want to talk to me… you want to have me circumcised!”\n\n\tThe administrator’s eyes went wide at being accused.\n\n\t“What gives you that idea?”\n\n\t“I just…” The pony paused for a moment in thought. “I just know that’s what’s going on! Mark said that’s exactly what you said to him before you got him circumcised. You took him into a building, all alone, and-”\n\n\t“Come on, Stephen… trust me.” The administrator took a knee. “Have I ever lied to you?”\n\n\tStephen just stood there.\n\n\t“If you don’t come to me, I’ll have to come get you.”\n\n\t\"Then I’ll bolt again.”\n\n\tMr. Burch sighed.\n\n\t“You have nowhere to go, and there’s barely enough room in his hall to make it by me… trust me, Stephen. You don’t want to make me angry.”\n\n\tThe pony just stood there.\n\n\tSlowly, Administrator Burch rose to his hooves… and, as predicted, Stephen bolted.\n\n\tAdministrator Burch wasn’t fast, but he was quick enough to catch Stephen by his shirt collar. He held him up, looking at him straight in the eye.\n\n\t“Let’s get this over with, Stephen,” he said, to the little Shetland pony before throwing him over his shoulder.\n\n\tStephen tried his best to fight… but it was no good. Back down the hall he went, then through the door, kicking and crying. Once the door shut, there was no way out until the bull was finished with him…\n\n[center][b]5\n“The Pony”[/b][/center]\n\n\tAdministrator Burch threw Stephen on the table, restraining his arms by his side.\n\n\t“No! No!” Stephen cried, as the fox Gunderson loosened his belt and stripped him of his clothes and under clothes. He looked down at Gunderson. “Please!”\n\n\tGunderson ignored his tears, getting out the tape.\n\n\tWhile ponies aren’t quite as strong as bulls usually, Stephen put up quite a fight. It took a good seven minutes to get him properly restrained – through all the thrashing, the pleading, and the wriggling, the managed to get him all tapped up, just like Donald and the myriad of other students which had already been on the table. Once restrained, face up with his legs splayed, he simply cried, looking on as he was being prepped for his punitive circumcision.\n\n\t“I’ll do anything,” he said to Administrator Burch.\n\n\t“Shut up,” said Gunderson, Stephen already having hit several of his nerves.\n\n\t“Don’t make this any worse, if you know what’s good for you,” said Mr. Burch. “Just be quiet and let the doctor do his job… he’ll make it quick.”\n\n\t“No, I won’t.” Gunderson was already picking up a hemostat and examining Stephen’s foreskin “I’m gunna enjoy this, you little homo…”\n\n\tStephen had nothing he could do. Mr. Burch was trying to restrain his head so that he could watch every single gruesome detail of his own circumcision. He fought that… at least he wouldn’t make this easy… but then his lips came in contact with Burch’s forearm, then his fingers, and…. He got an idea. He carried it out before his mind even fully processed it:\n\n\tHe didn’t say anything. He didn’t make eye-contact. Neither were necessary. He simply opened his lips and wrapped them around Burch’s fingers, and began to suck… like he’d first seen the girls do in his father’s magazine. He liked to look at that. Then he tried it on Mark a bit before he was punished… and liked that even better… but it wasn’t his fingers.\n\n\tMr. Burch froze, his face horrified. If he hadn’t froze, Dr. Gunderson would have paid it no mind, but because he had… Gunderson was looking him over to make sure he was okay.\n\n\t“What gives?” Gunderson asked, right before noticing the problem.\n\n\tBurch was sporting an erection, and a student was soliciting him. In a second, the administrator realized that mouth was warm, soft, and powerful.\n\n\t“Well, I’ll be,” said Gunderson, with an amused smirk. “Your wife not giving ya any lately, Mike?”\n\n\t“Oh, shut up!” Mr. Burch replied, pull his hooved fingers from Stephen’s mouth. \n\n\tDespite Burch’s attempts to break up the contact, Stephen persisted… rubbing his face up and down Burch’s erection. If he was going to get circumcised, he’d at least humiliate the ones doing it to him.\n\n\tGunderson set down his tool.\n\n\t“Hey, pony boy.” He snapped his fingers. “Look over here.”\n\n\tStephen turned his eyes to Gunderson.\n\n\t“Don’t say anything,” began the doctor. “Where I come from, we circumcise and castrate you prancers after you’re found out. I legally can’t do the later here, but you know what… I like you.”\n\n\t“Rick, what’re you saying!?” Administrator Burch’s eyes were wide.\n\n\t“Kid, be completely honest here, you’ve got nothing to lose… do you know what it means to be a prancer?”\n\n\tStephen nodded.\n\n\t“And you’re willing to,” he pointed at Burch. “Suck him off to get out of this? Literally,” Dr. Gunderson made a crude motion with his hand and mouth. “That? I hear it don’t taste too good.”\n\n\tAgain, the pony nodded… this time with tears in his eyes.\n\n\t“Well, if that ain’t typical.” Gunderson smiled. “Mike, whatever you do with this kid is your business… you can talk about it ‘round me, but I don’t wanna see.”\n\n\t“But Rick, I don’t want-“\n\n\t“Mike, this when this kid grows up he’s probably gunna be somebody’s cum dumpster… you wanna make him suck your weenie right here that’s fine. I’ll take a walk… but he’s got guts.” He looked down at Stephen. “That could’ve made it a lot worse for you, you know… I’d have said Mike needed to break your teeth because you were biting. It happens more often than you might think.”\n\n\tStephen just stared.\n\n\t“Look, kid… I’m gunna circumcise you, no two ways about it, but I’m gonna do it mercifully. You ain’t gonna get ladies in the future, so I ain’t gunna take much, ‘cause they ain’t gunna care. Typical, always aroused look the homos love on the horses is what you’re gunna get. Rather you be appealing to the prancers anyway. Now, I’m gunna loosen ya up, but if you get up off this table while I get the anesthetic, all bets ‘re off. You hear me?”\n\n\t“What’s anesthetic?” asked Stephen, as Dr. Gunderson cut the tape with a small pen knife he took from his pocket.\n\n\t“Pain-killers,” replied Mr. Burch, taking a knee. “It won’t hurt.”\n\n\t“Right now, that is. You ain’t gunna feel much,” replied Doctor Gunderson. “It’ll hurt like hell in a couple of hours, though.” He turned to Burch. “You want a lil something for this when your wife’s on vacation? You ain’t gay if you’re getting it… only if you’re giving it.”\n\n\t“Rick, that’s… that’s-”\n\n\t“Hey, the body doesn’t lie… I know you’re still sportin’ that boner under that table, ain’t ya?”\n\n\tBurch lowered his head, knowing he was still at half-mast, even during this conversation.\n\n\t“You’re sick, Rick.”\n\n\t“Am I? You like the kid’s mouth, maybe he’s got a future in that. Now we’re doin’ him a favor… so he’s gotta do us one, eh?” He motioned to Stephen. “You give this guy head any time he wants, we won’t tape ya back up and finish what we started that way it was started. Just nod if you agree.” \n\n\tStephen nodded, looking devastated, but happy it was sounding like he was going to be spared a lot of pain… unless stringing him along was just a part of the torture.\n\n\t“Now, I’m gunna give you a shot and we’re gunna take a break while the anesthetic kicks in… you ain’t goin’ nowhere, ‘cause the door’s gunna be locked, but if you want water or anything, ask Mike there and I’m sure he’ll gladly get it for you.”\n\n\tAdministrator Burch looked over at the child on the table, a mean smile on his face. As Gunderson pulled a shot from his bag, a tiny word escaped Stephen’s mouth:\n\n\t“Benny.”\n\n\t“What’s that?” asked Administrator Burch, watching the fox doctor stick a huge needle into the base of the pony’s weenie.\n\n\tStephen flinched in pain… gritty his teeth in pain and pulling his fists by his chest.\n\n\t“BENNY!” Stephen repeated, almost shouting.\n\n\tGunderson smiled, sticking the needle into the other side of his weenie’s base.\n\n\t“That your special friend, huh?”\n\n\t“No,” replied Administrator Burch. “It’s a stuffed animal, right?”\n\n\tStephen nodded slowly.\n\n\t“Alright, fine.” Administrator Burch got up stiffly. “You staying with him?”\n\n\t“Might stretch my legs, depend on how I feel…”\n\n\t“I’ll be back in ten minutes, then.” He turned towards the door, sticking his key in. “You escape, Stephen… you’re really going to regret it.”\n\n\tThe pony winced as the door closed. Doctor Gunderson petted his side.\n\n\t“You ain’t going nowhere. The door is locked.”\n\n[b][center]CODA[/center][/b]\n\n\tWith his stuffed bull “Benny” on his stomach and tape still on his wrists, Stephen sat back while Administrator Burch whispered in a calm, soothing voice into his ear... what was said, only Stephen could hear. His wiener was numb, just as promised… and he could barely feel Doctor Gunderson tightening some kind of heavy clamp on it. The doctor looked bored… he’d said all that was needed to be said, now he was going to carry out the procedure. That was that. Stephen wouldn’t feel anything major… at least not for a couple hours, and by that time he would be in the building’s infirmary… along with someone else he knew. \n\n\tAnd once the doctor was done, he was taken away… Administrator Burch took his hand and led him down the hall slowly. He wore no pants, his wiener was wrapped up, resembling a soy dog in a ketchup drenched blanket. The only comfort he had was Benny… now slightly stained by his own blood.\n\n\tHe was brought to a room with a big mare lady, the size of the overweight cheetah who hardly speaks the usual language and cleans his parent’s villa. She wasn’t dressed like she worked at the school, she was in jeans and a tee-shirt, but he guessed she was a nurse from all the stuff in the room. He would have been right. It was a blur, but he could remember she was nice.\n\n\t“Hey there!” she said. “I bet you’re really tired after all that… I’ll help you to a bed.”\n\n\tThough his weenie wasn’t sore, he was tired… it was an emotional experience, and he was worn out. He would get a couple weeks off school… the administrators would bring him his work, along with anybody else who ended up in there.\n\n\tHe saw a familiar face… the only other one in the room by the bed he was being led to.\n\n\t“Donald!” he said, weakly, as he was laid down.\n\n\tThe bull turned to him, barely mustering up a smile, and he saw what they had done to him… he penis swollen, like a red balloon, and actually looked a little shorter. It was devoid of foreskin, and he knew they had probably done that very same thing to him. He began to cry, and Donald merely shut his eyes… too exhausted from being wrought with agony not an hour earlier to give any type of reply.\n\n\tSleep was best for them both now… where they could find rest from awful things like this.\n\n[center][b]The End[/b][/center]\n\n\n",
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The Bull and Pony By Black Pony of Death
1 “The Crime”
\tDonald’s eyes darted about the room. He wanted to make sure they were alone.
\t“We’re fine,” said Stephen, his friend who was clearly experienced in these matters from his tone. “No one’s here on Sunday… except the kids whose parents couldn’t pick them up.”
\t“I’d rather be doing this at home,” said Donald, watching Stephen strip his lower half down to his tightie-whities. “You know what’ll happen if they catch us.”
\t“They won’t… trust me. I do this every weekend.”
\t“Okay.”
\tDonald took his pants off as well, setting them aside. He plopped down beside his pony friend on the bed, who was already pulling his undies down to his ankles.
\t“I’ve never done this with you,” said Stephen. “Me and Bill have done it… but that was, like, two months ago. He doesn’t want to do it anymore.”
\t“Why not?”
\t“Mark got caught.”
\t“Oh. You sure we’re okay?”
\tStephen was already rubbing the very tip of his penis. It was became engorged with bloodflow rather quickly.
\t“No one’s here!” he said. “Mr. Shakter walked in on me a couple weeks ago, and he just said he didn’t want to see me doing it, but I could do whatever I wanted as long as I wasn’t tearing up the room.”
\t“I like Mr. Shakter,” said Donald, pulling his undies down to his ankles. “Okay… if Mr. Shakter says it’s okay, then it must be okay. As long as school isn’t in session, right?”
\tDonald looked down at his limp, light brown genitals. Being afraid of getting caught and whisked off made it hard for him to think more… pleasant thoughts, but he was trying.
\t“Scared?”
\t“Yeah.”
\t“It’s okay… you’ve got me here to protect you.”
\tThe bull smiled weakly.
\t“O-okay…”
\tHe began to gently rub the tip of his foreskin… it felt nice. Doing this with another student felt more secure, he had no reason to be afraid. Gradually, he watched the whole thing stiffen. Little did he know he slightly tight foreskin, but that was okay… it worked, and he was able to prove that by gently massaging the shaft. It felt nice.
\tStephen looked down at his bull friend’s genitals as they became engorged as well. Donald was just thinking about getting rid of this pent-up urge, but Stephen… there was a reason Stephen liked being around Donald so much, and wanted to be there to protect him. This experience wouldn’t get rid of that urge… it would reinforce it. Not that he knew.
\tThey were alone in the building, or so they thought. Mr. Burch was just a floor below them, doing paper work… frustrated. The slight rhythmic springing sound of the mattress on the floor was as disturbing to him as it was… disturbing to him. He got up, quietly.
\tThey better not be doing what I think they’re doing.
\tQuietly, the bull administrator ascended the stairs… careful not to make a sound. It’s not so easy with hooves, but he managed. Their door was across the hall from the stairs, just a couple steps and he’ll be looking inside. That’s all he took.
\tThe two were more focused on themselves than anything else. Stephen was busy peering at Donald’s genitals… blushing. Donald was trying to get at more than half-mast. The administrator saw this, unseen by either and reached into his pocket for his note pad.
\tI’ll let them have their fun, he thought, as he wrote down:
\t“Monday – schedule full-circumcision for Stephen Wilson and Donald Hardy. Reason – punishment, caught masturbating together. Withhold anesthetic. No warning administered or necessary, preface overridden: homosexual undertones detected.”
\tHe then drifted back downstairs to his paperwork, again not making a sound.
\tTwo in one day, he thought. Gunderson’ll be entertained.
\tBack above him, the two continued to have their fun. Donald did eventually get his at full mast, when he was finally sure they were alone and Stephen almost his the ceiling by the end. It was fantastic, the moment was shared.. even Donald, after a while, felt the same relief from his urges.
2 “Green Mile”
\tMonday, lunch was almost over. Administrator Burch caught Donald before students started leaving for class. \t“Hey Donald,” said the Administrator said. “Grab your books, I want to talk to you.” Without much hesitation, Donald did just that. He only had an armload, after all. He turned to face the administrator, who motioned him to come along with a hoof. “Come on, Donald… this won’t take too long.”
\tThe lunchroom was noisy, so they didn’t do too much talking in there, but once they were outside, with the birds chirping in the trees, administrator Burch let out a sigh.
\t“Nice day, isn’t it?”
\t“Yeah,” replied the teenage bull. “What would you like to talk about?”
\t“Not only do I want to talk to you, Donald, I want to show you something… something you’ve never seen. Would you like that?”
\tDonald shifted uncomfortably on his hind hooves… Administrator Burch was nice, but he was a shy kid like so many of them.
\t“Um… okay.”
\t“Come along then,” said the Administrator, motioning him along. “You don’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m here.”
\tThe teenager walked alongside the bull in the silent afternoon.
\t“You’re like me, Donald. We’re both bulls… we understand what it means to be tough, and strong… don’t we?”
\t“I think so.”
\t“But that strength comes at a price…all that pent-up energy isn’t good. That’s why we have sports.”
\t“But I have asthma.”
\t“I’m not telling you what to do, Donald,” said the Administrator firmly. “I just want you to know that I understand you. Are you ready to see what I want to show you?”
\tDonald looked in front of him. There were plenty of administrative buildings the kids weren’t allowed in, and this was one of them.
\t"Why did you bring me here?”
\t“To show you around… in just a few short years, why there’s a chance with your grades you could be an administrator. Would you like that?”
\t“I don’t know.”
\t“That’s a fair answer...” The administrator smiled. “Now come along… savor what I have to show you, and appreciate what I have to tell you. That’s allI ask of you.”
\tDonald remained silent… the administrator walked towards the building, turning around to again, motion for the student.
\t“Come on,” he said.
\tSlowly but surely, with an armload of books, Donald did just that.
3 “The Bull”
\tInside, the building was dark… a couple of long hallways jutting in either direction. It smelled of alcohol and cleaning products.
\t“The janitors were just here,” said Administrator Burch, watching the little bull’s nose sniff. “Getting it ready for activity.”
\t“What activity?”
\t“Business, of course!” The bull held out his hooved hand. “Can I take your books? You’ll find touring this place to the end with me will be much easier without them. They’ll just weigh you down.”
\t“O… okay.” The little youth passed his Administrator the books.
\t“Now, come on…” Mr. Burch pointed. “Down this hall and to the right. That’ our first stop.”
\tDonald didn’t say anything… he waited until the bull started off in that direction, and then he followed.
\tA thought crossed his mind, a pretty horrible one, but as they walked the halls alone, he put it out of his mind… no way he could be here for that.
\tThey made it to their destination.
\t“Go inside, Donald. I’ll shut the door behind you. Then we’ll have a talk.”
\tThe little bull’s eyes shined white with fear… the administrator saw this.
\t“Don’t be afraid. It’s my job to keep you safe and make sure you’re working as hard as you can. You’ve done both so well… why would I harm you for that?”
\tThe look of fear died down, and Donald complied with the administrator’s orders, looking inside. All he saw was a table on the other side of the room, a very large wooden table, with a rather thin, young-looking fox behind it. His glasses shined in the faint light. The door shut.
\tDonald heard his books fall from Mr. Burch’s grasp and he turned around, only to find both of Mr. Burch’s hands on him.
\t“Hey! Wh- what’s going on?”
\tMr. Burch held him tightly by his collar, forcing him to walk away from the door and towards the table… towards the fox. Mr. Burch’s eyes had gone from kind to mean in a fraction of a second, almost as though he was a different bull. Donald grasped at his hands, but like most adult bulls… Mr. Burch was very strong. They took a few more steps in the direction of the table, he tried to fight but it barely slowed the bull. The finally reached their destination… he knew this because his back his the table.
\t“Stop! Let go!”
\tDonald was not quite in tears, but close to it. Everything was happening much too fast for him to properly react. He was just trying to get administrator Burch off. It was then that he sensed the fox coming around the table and felt…
\tHands at his belt. That was what tipped him off. A set of hands loosening his belt, then unsnapping his pants. He was there to be circumcised.
\t“No! Please!” he begged as administrator Burch restrained both his arms in a single hand, his legs with a thigh. He was now in tears. “Stop!”
\tThe fox pulled his pants down, underwear too, in a simple, swift, clinical motion. It was then that he realized just how strong Administrator Burch really was, as he was literally thrown on the table.
\tHe tried to struggle – he kicked, he cried, he plead, but nothing worked. Working together, the fox and bull duck tapped his shins to his thighs, and then his wrists to his ankles… immobilizing him with his legs open, vulnerable to anything they might want to do with his genitals.
\tHe looked up at the doctor, tears streaming down his face. The doctor neither looked back, nor showed much emotion behind his glasses.
\t“So?” the Doctor asked.
\t“Be quick with this one… but take everything.”
\tDonald looked up at Administrator Burch; the bull returned the stare with a cruel smile:
\t“You know what you did.”
\tNo matter what Donald would say at this point, it would do nothing.
\tAs Mr. Burch got behind Donald, the fox started by doing the same type of examination any doctor might – he inspected the bull’s genitals top to bottom, then pulled the skin back… it went all the way with ease, but he noticed a tiny with ring, barely perceptible, on the back of the shaft when it was fully retracted.
\t“I’ll make sure this is never a problem for you,” he said, not looking up at Donald. Instead he looked up at Mr. Burch. “I’ll get the most painful part out of the way first. Just ta be clear you mean take everything, right?”
\tThe administrator nodded.
\tBefore Donald knew what was happening (not that he liked the sound of this) the doctor fox picked up a narrow, long pair of surgical scissors and brought them towards the head of his penis. It was then that Mr. Burch hoisted his head up… so he could see what was happening, then pulled back on his shirt bottom, exposing his stomach. The doctor aimed his slice closely, and Donald was about to holler in fear when…
\tSnip!
\tIf he were able to scream, he would have. The agony was unbearably. That tiny, barely audible snip had his muscles tense and quaking. It had felt more like searing and ripping. He turned white.
\tSnip! Snip! Snip!
\tThe fox was fished for now. He held up in a second pair of what looked like scissors (but had blunt ends designed to hold pieces of things) a piece of Donald’s penis… small, a couple inches long, and indescribably sensitive. It was his frenulum. The doctor closed off the bleeding with another scissor-like contraption.
\tIt was then that Donald released a single, high-pitched scream which ended in blubbering sobs of agony, ignored by both adults. Instead, they joked:
\t“Those hemostats really work, huh, Rick? Thought this one was going to bleed like a stuck pig.”
\t“I know what I’m doing,”
\tThe world was a blur to Donald, and they didn’t wait for his senses to return. Overloaded in agony, his genitals cut and crimped, he could see (and feel) that the fox had rolled his foreskin foreword and, with another hemostat in hand, pulled his foreskin tip outward. He saw the tip of the hemostat moving for the tip of his foreskin.
\t“No…” he barely moaned while sobbing.
\tIt didn’t matter. The fox inserted the hemostat at the top of his foreskin, he felt the hard steel push all the way back as far as it could go, then it crimped shut again. He hurt almost as much as the first snip, except instead of an intense burning pain, this was an intense crushing pain. All he could do was cry like a baby, his nose full of snot
\tAdministrator Burch made sure he had a full view of this, so he knew exactly what went into his circumcision. .He couldn’t see the bull’s face, but he knew he was right by his shoulder.
\tThe fox inserted yet another hemostat, and he cried yet again.
\t“Please!” He begged. “It hurts so much!”
\t“Shh…” replied Mr. Burch. “It’s okay.”
\t“No, it’s not!” cried the bull. “STOP HIM!”
\tMr. Burch smiled, watching the fox bring his surgical scissors towards the tip of little bull’s penis.
\t“Fourteen years old and getting circumcised as punishment.” The bull clicked his tongue in disapproval. “You couldn’t have waited just two years, could you?”
\tIt was then the doctor began cutting again, this time at the top of Donald’s foreskin. If Donald had thought getting a frenectomy was the most painful experience he’d ever have, it was… but this by far took longer.
\tSnip! Snip! … Snip!
\tThe fox ignored the bull’s thrashing and crying as he cut the bull’s foreskin dorsally down the middle. Due to the way he was restrained (and Mr. Burch being there to help hold him down) his hips were relatively still. It was easy as cutting through paper… but much more soft and moist.
\tAs the fox retracted his pawed fingers, disconnecting the hemostats, blood started to flow more freely from most of Donald’s wounds. The hemostats had done their job and closed off most of it, however. The experience wasn’t quite over yet.
\t“Here it comes,” whispered Administrator Burch. “You’ll never forget that little toy of Gunderson’s… I guarantee it.”
\tGunderson… he’d never forget that name either.
\tIt looked like a huge single hole punch. It looked like a giant toenail clipper. Dr. Gunderson twisted a little crank and then this piece, which looked like a trumpet’s mouth piece, was in his paw.
\tWith care, Gunderson took the bruised remnants of Donald’s foreskin (retracted them painfully) and then put the cold end of the metal part against his penile glans. He then pulled it up over his glans and, for a second, it looked like it always had looked when he had a stiffy.
\tDonald looked down as the room swayed -- a tiny gold safety pin was taken from a stash of surgical tools resting by Burch, and inserted into both sides of the dorsal slit… almost like a stitch, holding the metal bit in place. Then Gunderson grabbed the rest of the tool and inserted the end sticking past Donald’s foreskin into a hold designed for it… carefully, minding the pin. It latched into place, already quite painful.
\t“It’s almost over,” whispered Administrator Burch. “Are you ready?”
\tDonald didn’t answer verbally… he just quaked and softly wept. Not that he could consciously process it, but he knew anything he said would just get ignored.
\tThen the Doctor started to play with the knob at the end of the tool again. Donald felt the tip of the bell his foreskin was wrapped around slip into the groove, and… the pain grew from barely noticeable over everything else to all but unbearable and excruciating. Cutting, crushing. The little bull cried out, then screamed... all the while the doctor tightening it all the more.
\tWhen it finally reached the point that Doctor Gunderson couldn’t tighten it anymore, he released the clamp and allowed it to swing loosely. The screaming didn’t bother him or Burch, they were quite used to it.. the two made eye-contact, both smirking. Then, Donald did something that some students do if they’re brought in right after lunch. Some soil or wet their pants when they realize what’s about to happen to them, others…
\tDonald lost his lunch. First bit hit his shirt, then all the kale, all the peas and carrots, were now to his right, most of it on the floor. He vomited twice and hardily.
\tHe was in so much misery he couldn’t scream again. His eyes just watched. Gunderson picked up a scalpel from the layout, briefly looked up at the bull patient of his as his friend ran his hooved fingers through his hair, and then he quickly traced the end of the scalpel around Donald’s exposed foreskin. It was done. As Donald’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, Gunderson removed the pin, then removed the bull’s foreskin… leaving the clamp on for a few more minutes.
\t“You’re circumcised,” whispered Burch in the pained student’s ear. “Take care of it… you won’t be able to play with it again for a long while.”
\tDonald just lay there, quaking inagony.
\tAs Gunderson cleaned up, he looked up at Donald before pulling out a red cooler for this “donation” and the next.
\t“You were brave, kid,” he said, picking up Donald’s excised foreskin and putting it in a plastic bag. “I hear a lot more blubbering than that usually.”
\t“Oh, please don’t circumcise me!” mocked administrator Burch. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.”
\tThe doctor smirked, picking up his scissors and snipping them in reply. He then loosened the clamp on Donald’s foreskin remnants, and inspected the job he’d done… closely, as Donald whimpered.
\t“Ah, just great.”
\t“What’s wrong?” asked Burch.
\tThe doctor chuckled.
\t“Cut ‘em too tight… gunna pop open if I leave it.”
\t“So? Wrap it up. He won’t be playing with it again.”
\t“Not gunna risk it. I’m going to have ta suture it, just ta be sure.” He looked up at Donald. “I’ll make this quick, you brave lil boy.”
\tDoctor Gunderson fetched another hemostat, needle and thread.
\t“Close your eyes…” said Gunderson, threading the needle. “This is fer your health… you’ll want it, trust me. In a few minutes I’ll be gone… your weenie will heal up and look nice after it kernalizes, but no respectable woman’s gunna want you now.” He began stitching. Donald did not close his eyes, but instead stared blankly above at the faint fluorescent lights “Can’t learn to control yourself here, what good’re you as a father? It’s a mark, you know. Might be able to get that other boy Burch caught you with … he’s next on the table, you know. Probably the best mate you’ll ever make… or someone like him. Couple of fairies.” He turned to Burch as he finished up, breaking the thread. “That pony boy’s a little prancer, isn’t he?”
\t“Yup. Caught him with a Playmare once. He wasn’t masturbating or we’d be done with him. Buncha nude stallions and bulls in.”
\t“Gah, I hate prancers…” He turned back to Donald. “Should circumcise ‘em once they’re found out. It’s illegal, though, ‘cause they ain’t doin’ nothing wrong. Lousy, no good, disease spreading, degenerate fags… Think you suffered, bull? I made it real quick, clean. I don’t think you’re gay, but there’s no way you’ll get a good mate now.” He turned to Burch. “I’m going to go eat… give this little guy a moment to rest, then pedal him off to the infirmary, will ya?” He turned back to Donald. “Hurts like hell, I know too well, but you’ll live.”
4 “This Smells”
\t“It’s right through that door, Stephen,” said Administrator Burch, pointing down the hall. “We’ll sit down, have a talk, then you can go off. Take the whole day to yourself.”
\tStephen didn’t trust this, but instead of being afraid, he was watching and listening. What administrator Birch was telling him to do set off a red flag – come into a tiny room with me, in a building no one else is in and there’s hardly any light, and we’ll chat. The building was enough, but not enough for him to be sure.
\t“You’re trying to trap me,” he said, turn his hooves in the opposite direction. “You take one step towards me… I- I’m gunna run.”
\t“And I’ll catch you. Don’t be silly, Stephen.”
\tThat was enough for Stephen to know it was time to run for sure.
\tPonies can outrun bulls generally, even teenage prancer ponies racing against larger bulls… that was a known fact. Stephen had in fact made it down the hall and turned the corner. The door was in plain sight and Administrator Birch wasn’t far behind. He could theoretically make it if he booked.
\tHe charged the door, almost full force… pushing on the metal, but it didn’t move. Neither did the door.
\t“You think you’re the first kid who’s tried that?” Administrator Burch said, turning the corner. “Now , come on… you’re not leaving here until we’re finished with our little talk.”
\t“You don’t want to talk to me… you want to have me circumcised!”
\tThe administrator’s eyes went wide at being accused.
\t“What gives you that idea?”
\t“I just…” The pony paused for a moment in thought. “I just know that’s what’s going on! Mark said that’s exactly what you said to him before you got him circumcised. You took him into a building, all alone, and-”
\t“Come on, Stephen… trust me.” The administrator took a knee. “Have I ever lied to you?”
\tStephen just stood there.
\t“If you don’t come to me, I’ll have to come get you.”
\t"Then I’ll bolt again.”
\tMr. Burch sighed.
\t“You have nowhere to go, and there’s barely enough room in his hall to make it by me… trust me, Stephen. You don’t want to make me angry.”
\tThe pony just stood there.
\tSlowly, Administrator Burch rose to his hooves… and, as predicted, Stephen bolted.
\tAdministrator Burch wasn’t fast, but he was quick enough to catch Stephen by his shirt collar. He held him up, looking at him straight in the eye.
\t“Let’s get this over with, Stephen,” he said, to the little Shetland pony before throwing him over his shoulder.
\tStephen tried his best to fight… but it was no good. Back down the hall he went, then through the door, kicking and crying. Once the door shut, there was no way out until the bull was finished with him…
5 “The Pony”
\tAdministrator Burch threw Stephen on the table, restraining his arms by his side.
\t“No! No!” Stephen cried, as the fox Gunderson loosened his belt and stripped him of his clothes and under clothes. He looked down at Gunderson. “Please!”
\tGunderson ignored his tears, getting out the tape.
\tWhile ponies aren’t quite as strong as bulls usually, Stephen put up quite a fight. It took a good seven minutes to get him properly restrained – through all the thrashing, the pleading, and the wriggling, the managed to get him all tapped up, just like Donald and the myriad of other students which had already been on the table. Once restrained, face up with his legs splayed, he simply cried, looking on as he was being prepped for his punitive circumcision.
\t“I’ll do anything,” he said to Administrator Burch.
\t“Shut up,” said Gunderson, Stephen already having hit several of his nerves.
\t“Don’t make this any worse, if you know what’s good for you,” said Mr. Burch. “Just be quiet and let the doctor do his job… he’ll make it quick.”
\t“No, I won’t.” Gunderson was already picking up a hemostat and examining Stephen’s foreskin “I’m gunna enjoy this, you little homo…”
\tStephen had nothing he could do. Mr. Burch was trying to restrain his head so that he could watch every single gruesome detail of his own circumcision. He fought that… at least he wouldn’t make this easy… but then his lips came in contact with Burch’s forearm, then his fingers, and…. He got an idea. He carried it out before his mind even fully processed it:
\tHe didn’t say anything. He didn’t make eye-contact. Neither were necessary. He simply opened his lips and wrapped them around Burch’s fingers, and began to suck… like he’d first seen the girls do in his father’s magazine. He liked to look at that. Then he tried it on Mark a bit before he was punished… and liked that even better… but it wasn’t his fingers.
\tMr. Burch froze, his face horrified. If he hadn’t froze, Dr. Gunderson would have paid it no mind, but because he had… Gunderson was looking him over to make sure he was okay.
\t“What gives?” Gunderson asked, right before noticing the problem.
\tBurch was sporting an erection, and a student was soliciting him. In a second, the administrator realized that mouth was warm, soft, and powerful.
\t“Well, I’ll be,” said Gunderson, with an amused smirk. “Your wife not giving ya any lately, Mike?”
\t“Oh, shut up!” Mr. Burch replied, pull his hooved fingers from Stephen’s mouth.
\tDespite Burch’s attempts to break up the contact, Stephen persisted… rubbing his face up and down Burch’s erection. If he was going to get circumcised, he’d at least humiliate the ones doing it to him.
\tGunderson set down his tool.
\t“Hey, pony boy.” He snapped his fingers. “Look over here.”
\tStephen turned his eyes to Gunderson.
\t“Don’t say anything,” began the doctor. “Where I come from, we circumcise and castrate you prancers after you’re found out. I legally can’t do the later here, but you know what… I like you.”
\t“Rick, what’re you saying!?” Administrator Burch’s eyes were wide.
\t“Kid, be completely honest here, you’ve got nothing to lose… do you know what it means to be a prancer?”
\tStephen nodded.
\t“And you’re willing to,” he pointed at Burch. “Suck him off to get out of this? Literally,” Dr. Gunderson made a crude motion with his hand and mouth. “That? I hear it don’t taste too good.”
\tAgain, the pony nodded… this time with tears in his eyes.
\t“Well, if that ain’t typical.” Gunderson smiled. “Mike, whatever you do with this kid is your business… you can talk about it ‘round me, but I don’t wanna see.”
\t“But Rick, I don’t want-“
\t“Mike, this when this kid grows up he’s probably gunna be somebody’s cum dumpster… you wanna make him suck your weenie right here that’s fine. I’ll take a walk… but he’s got guts.” He looked down at Stephen. “That could’ve made it a lot worse for you, you know… I’d have said Mike needed to break your teeth because you were biting. It happens more often than you might think.”
\tStephen just stared.
\t“Look, kid… I’m gunna circumcise you, no two ways about it, but I’m gonna do it mercifully. You ain’t gonna get ladies in the future, so I ain’t gunna take much, ‘cause they ain’t gunna care. Typical, always aroused look the homos love on the horses is what you’re gunna get. Rather you be appealing to the prancers anyway. Now, I’m gunna loosen ya up, but if you get up off this table while I get the anesthetic, all bets ‘re off. You hear me?”
\t“What’s anesthetic?” asked Stephen, as Dr. Gunderson cut the tape with a small pen knife he took from his pocket.
\t“Pain-killers,” replied Mr. Burch, taking a knee. “It won’t hurt.”
\t“Right now, that is. You ain’t gunna feel much,” replied Doctor Gunderson. “It’ll hurt like hell in a couple of hours, though.” He turned to Burch. “You want a lil something for this when your wife’s on vacation? You ain’t gay if you’re getting it… only if you’re giving it.”
\t“Rick, that’s… that’s-”
\t“Hey, the body doesn’t lie… I know you’re still sportin’ that boner under that table, ain’t ya?”
\tBurch lowered his head, knowing he was still at half-mast, even during this conversation.
\t“You’re sick, Rick.”
\t“Am I? You like the kid’s mouth, maybe he’s got a future in that. Now we’re doin’ him a favor… so he’s gotta do us one, eh?” He motioned to Stephen. “You give this guy head any time he wants, we won’t tape ya back up and finish what we started that way it was started. Just nod if you agree.”
\tStephen nodded, looking devastated, but happy it was sounding like he was going to be spared a lot of pain… unless stringing him along was just a part of the torture.
\t“Now, I’m gunna give you a shot and we’re gunna take a break while the anesthetic kicks in… you ain’t goin’ nowhere, ‘cause the door’s gunna be locked, but if you want water or anything, ask Mike there and I’m sure he’ll gladly get it for you.”
\tAdministrator Burch looked over at the child on the table, a mean smile on his face. As Gunderson pulled a shot from his bag, a tiny word escaped Stephen’s mouth:
\t“Benny.”
\t“What’s that?” asked Administrator Burch, watching the fox doctor stick a huge needle into the base of the pony’s weenie.
\tStephen flinched in pain… gritty his teeth in pain and pulling his fists by his chest.
\t“BENNY!” Stephen repeated, almost shouting.
\tGunderson smiled, sticking the needle into the other side of his weenie’s base.
\t“That your special friend, huh?”
\t“No,” replied Administrator Burch. “It’s a stuffed animal, right?”
\tStephen nodded slowly.
\t“Alright, fine.” Administrator Burch got up stiffly. “You staying with him?”
\t“Might stretch my legs, depend on how I feel…”
\t“I’ll be back in ten minutes, then.” He turned towards the door, sticking his key in. “You escape, Stephen… you’re really going to regret it.”
\tThe pony winced as the door closed. Doctor Gunderson petted his side.
\t“You ain’t going nowhere. The door is locked.”
CODA
\tWith his stuffed bull “Benny” on his stomach and tape still on his wrists, Stephen sat back while Administrator Burch whispered in a calm, soothing voice into his ear... what was said, only Stephen could hear. His wiener was numb, just as promised… and he could barely feel Doctor Gunderson tightening some kind of heavy clamp on it. The doctor looked bored… he’d said all that was needed to be said, now he was going to carry out the procedure. That was that. Stephen wouldn’t feel anything major… at least not for a couple hours, and by that time he would be in the building’s infirmary… along with someone else he knew.
\tAnd once the doctor was done, he was taken away… Administrator Burch took his hand and led him down the hall slowly. He wore no pants, his wiener was wrapped up, resembling a soy dog in a ketchup drenched blanket. The only comfort he had was Benny… now slightly stained by his own blood.
\tHe was brought to a room with a big mare lady, the size of the overweight cheetah who hardly speaks the usual language and cleans his parent’s villa. She wasn’t dressed like she worked at the school, she was in jeans and a tee-shirt, but he guessed she was a nurse from all the stuff in the room. He would have been right. It was a blur, but he could remember she was nice.
\t“Hey there!” she said. “I bet you’re really tired after all that… I’ll help you to a bed.”
\tThough his weenie wasn’t sore, he was tired… it was an emotional experience, and he was worn out. He would get a couple weeks off school… the administrators would bring him his work, along with anybody else who ended up in there.
\tHe saw a familiar face… the only other one in the room by the bed he was being led to.
\t“Donald!” he said, weakly, as he was laid down.
\tThe bull turned to him, barely mustering up a smile, and he saw what they had done to him… he penis swollen, like a red balloon, and actually looked a little shorter. It was devoid of foreskin, and he knew they had probably done that very same thing to him. He began to cry, and Donald merely shut his eyes… too exhausted from being wrought with agony not an hour earlier to give any type of reply.
\tSleep was best for them both now… where they could find rest from awful things like this.