Riding the Stud

Riding the Stud

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One Mistress's account of finding and taming the perfect stud in 2157.

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One Mistress's account of finding and taming the perfect stud in 2157.

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Submitted: May 20, 2017

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Riding the Stud

 

The lights around the stage dimmed to a singular cone of white light.  My position like all the others with me in their own private rooms surrounded the stage each having good viewing of it, but not each other.  All was dark save that one cone of light on the stage.  Behind my protective glass, the lights in my private room were soft and low.  Not so dark that I couldn’t see around me or my 200-year-old glass of chardonnay from my own collection, which I drank. 

Thirsk was a great host for this one of a kind auction, but I learned a long time ago to never trust the samplings of a bandit lord aiming to take money from my pocket.  My wits needed to be sharp, and I needed to mind my wallet.  As a successful business woman of the 2150s, such a mindset ensured I stayed on top where I belonged. 

An opportunist of the highest order, I worked to wrangle the best specimens found in the wastes and wilds of the old world beyond the walls of the mega city-states.  No man or woman governed those accursed lands.  Those who lived that hard life out there earned their worth according to the gun.  Only it enforced what all respected.  You kept what you could protect.  The more guns you had toward that endeavor the more successful you were.

Beyond Chi-town’s mega-city walls where I lived all my life, bandits ruled the roads like barons.  The smarter ones did anyway like Thirsk.  Sure, bandits existed as the underbelly of the mega cities that rose up after the global wars, genocide, and collapse of national government, but brought with them needed trade.  The city-states could not survive without the needed influx of spring water, organic fruits, fresh herbs and vegetables and occasional livestock.  It was said these things were found beyond the wall in the pockets of virgin lands rumored to be green.

As for me, healthy, untainted by science livestock was just what I was in the mood for.  Male stock of this caliber was in high demand everywhere.  Several potential specimens were paraded on stage before us now.  The bidding started low.  This inferior stock held none of my interest. 

Tender was the last of these.  The handlers turned him about trying to raise the price on him but gathered no bidders for the higher price.  Very young or not long into adulthood he looked.  He trembled like a leaf under the light and pissed himself.  Someone bought the pitiful youngling and a new sack stamped “sold” in red was placed upon his head.  He was led away to await processing to his new owner.

Crossing my legs, I sipped my wine glad the quality of the stock improved marginally.  Each new male shown to us grew taller, broader in shoulders, and thicker in muscles along the legs and chest.  Manhood was intact and functional at first glance.  Good.  I was ready to bid but refrained from seeking an actual purchase.  I bid on several and lost them all.  I knew the offerings would get better. 

My game was to help the long bidding process along, and stay one-step ahead of the others while not seeking to win any of the stock.  The next hour progressed this way.  I wanted my competition to spend their hard earnings on the lesser stock so that they would present no challenge to whatever Thirsk held for the very last.  Before when the host solicited that I come to the semi-annual auction, he hinted that this time he had a specimen that even I would kill to see.

“And finally, what you all have been waiting for.  He is 100% pure.  No disease.  No augmentations,” Thirsk’s voice announced sounding of drink and cigars, merely two of his favorite vices.  

Thick steel chains rustled with the last specimen to enter center stage.  The drape upon the prize of the auction was removed dramatically.  When the handlers stepped back into the shadows, the most beautiful stud I had ever seen was revealed.  I nearly came from my seat uncrossing my legs and sitting forward.  Excitement lit through me.  Yes, our host had been right about my coming.  This one… my God, I would kill for! 

“Bidding to start at one million.  Do I have two?” Thirsk’s smug voice invited.

I pressed my bidding button mesmerized.  No hesitation existed in me.  This specimen was well worth the coin I would plunk on him.  The numbers rose higher and higher.  I didn’t care.  At all cost, I had to have him.  Perfection stood pulling against his chains.  Golden skin, lean muscles and big cock with huge balls.  A stud of such ilk needed to be in my stable to make it complete.

The business of pleasure could not be more of a boon for me.  I had more female customers than studs to service them.  Women outnumbered the men in 2157 by a ratio of 9 to 1.  No wonder the SAM (sub-animatronic man) project was so damn popular amongst those women who could afford him. 

The luck of a middle-class woman actually finding a real dick of her own was slim or none.  Better then for them to dump their money into an anatomically correct human-sized vibrator.  Very human-like with a gambit of emotions SAMs were, but I was old school.  Nothing like a real cock on a flesh and blood man to get me off to the races. 

My clientele held true to the same principles I did and paid well for it.  Of course, there was the waiting list because my studs were constantly busy being in such high demand.  Having another quality specimen to enter the fold to alleviate scheduling issues would be outstanding and increase profits to my liking so that I would break-even sooner. 

The expense was a risk.  It always was.  In my gut, I felt this stud would be worth it.  I couldn’t wait to find out if my instincts were right again.  When the last of my competition gave up the fight for him, I won the prize of Thirsk’s auction.

Usually mildly sedated, this stud was alert.  Hatred burned from his dark, defiant eyes as did intelligence.  I gathered that my prize might be more of a handful to deal with moving forward.  I lived for the challenge though.  Over the years, I learned many tricks of the trade centering on seduction.  In fact, I looked forward to breaking him into his new reality.

The stud was more impressive up-close once paid for and transported to my compound uptown without incident surprisingly.  A number of Thirsk’s security responsible for him had been injured by the stud’s attempt at several escapes.  I had been warned of the stud being a flight risk and should take proper pre-cautions, which I always did. 

No one held his chains when brought to my private rooms per my instructions.  He was disrobed though, leaving him naked once more.  All my staff was told to leave us alone.  I was not to be disturbed while the thorough examination began.  It was standard protocol whenever I evaluated new stock. 

Wordlessly, I removed his heavy collar and thick shackles at his wrists and ankles.  What happened next did not surprise me.  I expected it and so did not fight.  The stud grabbed me by the throat lifting me up from my feet as if I weighed nothing.  My face looked into his without fear.

“Release me,” he snarled low with cold menace.

My hand stroked his massive cock that grew hard and thick in my soft little hand.  I found it difficult to close my fist around him the more my hand reached the base of him.  I gasped for breath, as he seemed to squeeze my neck.  I did some squeezing of my own on his equally massive balls.  The stud hissed with narrowed eyes.  Tears burned behind mine at the pressure he applied, and so did I. 

His roughness could have been scary for some.  On me, it had the opposite effect.  It heightened my excitement to a new level of kink I rarely experienced.  The danger of this man permeated around him.  I grew wetter by the moment.

“They warned of witches like you,” he gritted out as I continued my squeeze of his naughty bits.  I did not dare loosen my grip either while his did.

Luckily, he released my throat so that I could breathe easier and not pass out.  My hand also released the death grip I put on his balls.  I glared up into his fierce eyes when I collapsed to my feet.  Unsteady, I dropped to my knees but clutched onto his firm hairy legs.  This action put me up-close with the stud’s cock I now owned. 

Sampling the stock, of course, fell to me.  Believe me; it was not as a chore.  The first encounter was the best part of my job.  I needed to know his skill set and if he had what it would take to morph into the champion stud of my stable. 

Most stock of my stables learned fast.  I treated them well and gave them their portion of earnings.  Other Mistresses would not be so generous treating them like slaves.  Still, that would be better treatment than what they stood to receive beyond the mega cities with less reputable individuals like the bandits who captured them in the first place.

In the end, I made them understand that they were made for high honor.  Studs were venerated because of their scarcity.  Their purpose was for the pleasure of women.  I merely acted as the catalyst to ensure they performed as expected and lived up to the great expense I paid for.

My mouth bathed his cock in spittle.  Both fists worked in sync as he tried to back away from me unaffected by my actions.  Instead, the stud leaned forward bracing his hands on the wall he only held me against a moment ago.  It had been his way to show strength and intimidation.  Both I found impressive and amusing since no one dared to do such things to me.  Not without severe punishment for such offenses so that it was understood never to attempt a repeat. 

“Creamy skin.  Arousing scents.  Pleasing to the eye, to the touch.  Beware…” he choked out while watching my small hands work his throbbing muscle of veiny delight. 

“Ahhh, yet we have only dreamed of real men like you,” I purred, “You are so difficult to find.  We are desperate for real experiences.  Not with a machine!  Not with a woman or strap-on!  They could never replace you.”  I gave a hard squeeze to his swollen head and base of his thick pole for emphasis.  “Flesh and blood.  Hard.  We hunger for it, for you.” 

I licked my lips while I stared up at the hard ridges along his torso dusted with fine hairs to his square face and intelligent eyes.  He glared back down at me in confusion when I slurped him into my mouth.  I took a roll of his tip with my tongue.

His dark eyes widened before they rolled to the back of his head.  The stud groaned at me each time my tongue passed over his head and tender slit.  When I sucked at the tip harder and harder, I was rewarded with a little trickling treat.  My head began to bob allowing my lips to rub his impressive cock. 

The stud stared at me seemingly amazed, but his hips helped my bobbing head take him deeper inside my mouth.  With my hands at his narrow hips, I relaxed and let it happen.  He cradled my head before he hit the back of my throat, thrusting into it, hard.  Gagging on him, the stud eased up only a little.  I took it and loved every minute of him using my mouth for his pleasure. 

His groaning became more rampant like his thrust until the salt treat burst from his tip shooting down my throat and filled my mouth.  His seed spilled so fast from it as I coughed, but I tried eagerly to swallow down what I lost.  I licked my lips and fingered the rest that dripped off my chin.  With a pleased moan, I sucked them into my mouth now.  He tasted different from the others.  Earthy.  A little sweet and savory.  Yum!  I wanted more.

“You’re a cunning witch,” he panted, but the hatred had yet to leave his suspicious eyes.

I stood touching his hard body as I did.  “What is out there that we cannot offer in here?”

The stud clenched his jaw and spoke through gritted teeth.  “I am slave to no one.”

I shook my head at the pride I saw glint through his dark eyes.  My hands lined the strength at his broad shoulders.  “I do not need slaves.  All who serve me do so by their choice.”

The stud raised dark eyebrows in surprise.  “Then you would release me?”

“If it is your wish.”

He stared at me stunned in study.  “You're not to be trusted.  All outcasts know this.”

I sighed growing bored with such conversation and wanted to cut to the chase.  “You will seek your freedom when you think no one is watching.  A waste of time and energy, stud.  I know not the reason for your capture or what you had done to Thirsk, but what I can offer is a deal.”

“A deal?  With cutthroats and thieves?”  He scoffed.  “There is no honor among you.”

“Unlike the ones you speak of, my word is my bond.  I would not be successful today without it.  Speak with any among my stable, and you will hear the same truth.  All my studs are here because they want to be.  I give them better lives than they ever dreamed.  I care for them as they for me doing as they were intended to.  You take pleasure for yourselves, of course.”

The stud offered a bitter smile.  “And you all the earnings.”

“You work off your debt to me, and then from there, we split the earnings,” I corrected.

“Fifty-fifty?”

I shook my head and laughed at his daring.  “It is negotiable depending on the earnings of the stud.  He must exhibit the skill to warrant such an equitable deal.”

“And how must he ‘exhibit’ as you say his worth to you and your organization?”

Slowly, I untied my black silk robe, which reached my knee and allowed it to drop to the floor.  His eyes regarded my bust big enough for his hands in a black lace bra for a time before his eyes lowered to my matching garter and black bikini panties.  My long shapely legs wore no stockings now held up by the garter.  I removed them when he was brought to my room. 

With unhurried study, his eyes panned back up proportionate hips and flat belly.  The stud reviewed my head of pinned chestnut brown hair where his dark eyes, at last, met my sea blue.  A different look entered them.  One that appeared to like what he viewed.  

I smiled liking the look and the response seeing my body seemed to give the stud’s cock.  I slipped off my panties so that he could see my shaved garden.  In front of his face, I waved the black lace.  “Suck it, stud.  Suck on my panties.”

His eyes widened at the command, but he did not heed. 

I frowned at him displeased to be disobeyed.  Another wave of my panties was made before his nose.  “Did you hear me, stud?  I said suck it.”

Only a moment did he stiffen at my command.  The stud kneeled before me much to my astonishment and licked my smooth mound while staring up at me.  The look he gave me was not one of obedience I’d come to expect from my stock.  He seemed pleased although he did not smile.  His black eyes appeared as if he discovered some secret.

“I heard you, but not what you intend to do about me not following your orders.”

Dropping my panties, I yanked a fist of his jet-black hair in the defiance he dared show me.  He seemed unfazed by my action or my command.  “You will address me as ‘my Mistress, ’ or you will suffer for it.”

The first real smile appeared on those sexy lips of his.  He enjoyed being defiant?!  Never had this happened before.  The unwritten rule had been abided by many stock before him, and so it would be after him.  It could be no other way!  I wielded absolute power here! 

The stud repeated his action of licking my mound from the start of my slit harder than the last time and up passed my mound to my garter belt.  I gasped without controlling my reaction.  His licks ventured lower and swiped the start of my slit with the tip of his tongue again.  I gasped at the wet heat and anticipation of more.  I needed so much more than the brief touches the defiant stud had given so far.  My other hand grabbed a second fist of his dark hair. 

He growled up at me, but the look in his eye was not as wary or filled with hatred.  Knowledge streaked through it when his thumb engaged me where the tip of his tongue visited a minute ago.  I backed into the wall at the pleasure of that rolling appendage. 

“Ahhh, you’re a rebellious one,” I remarked at the obvious.

“Part of my skill,” he agreed with the same knowing smile.

Nimbly I climbed him, wrapping my legs around his muscular shoulders.  His face didn’t have a choice now but to engage the wet desire burning in me.  “Then you might as well get to showing off for me, stud.”

My wetness by now seemed apparent.  I felt his breath on me and shivered.  By his hair, I urged his head closer, and the stud obeyed the direction.  He licked my inner thighs before ever touching my clit or slit.  The stud took his time arriving at my point of need, but when he did, he spent some time licking me like a man who knew what he was doing.  Even better, he acted like he enjoyed it. 

“Oh!  That’s it!” I breathed with praise while rocking my hips into his stroking tongue.

The stud suddenly stood to my surprise, and I reached up bracing the wall when he flipped me.  My legs still dangled over his shoulder and thighs rested beside his head.  My head dangled near his massive cock, which grew stronger by the moment.  I reached to stroke it.  When his tongue entered me for a new wet pleasure, I guided his manly package back to my mouth.  The tremble of my thighs approached but so did his.  Our climax drew closer but did not find release.

Both of us moaned our pleasure of our mutual acts until the blood rushing to my head made me feel lightheaded.  I pulled away.  Soon I found myself deposited on my feet again.  I swayed a bit and frowned at the fact that the stud leaned into me but failed to touch me while I leaned against the wall.

I stared up at his dark eyes still panting.  My nails ran over his hard cock. 

“Why fight the need of your body for me?” I asked because I loved this struggle in him and what we had done so far.

He pressed his hard body into mine against the wall gritting his teeth.  “You lie.  All of you soft insiders do.”

I shook my head and lined his lips with my index finger.  “Not all of us.”

“Why?”  He stared into my eyes warily but held my wrists against the wall so I could not touch him. 

“You must know what I want?  What I need from you?  I have no reason to lie about this or anything else I said.”

We stared at one another for only a moment when he flipped me about where I faced the wall with my face pressed into it.  My breath raced faster than ever. 

“I know you are a clever witch and would use my body against me.”

“Then use my body against me, stud,” I invited while licking my lips.

I touched the wall for only a moment before he bent me over.  I spread my legs to get better balance so positioned.  No warning came when I felt his massive cock shoved inside me.  I touched my toes once before I grabbed my ankles with my startled cry.  The stud gripped me by the hips.  His thrusts were almost brutal if I hadn’t been enjoying the hunger of him burst free from where he caged it.  I would be bruised tomorrow, but I wouldn’t mind.  It had been a long time since anyone handled me so roughly.  Damn, it was a turn-on!

“How’s this for skill, huh… Mistress?” he gritted out with the hardest, angriest thrusts I’ve ever felt.

The strength of his continued pounding into my tight little snatch nearly made my breast pop right out my bra!  I could not even answer him with coherent words in my pleased cries.  Each thrust delivered deep engorgement, but also his ball sack slapping regularly at my clit additional pleasures.  The bonus was the infrequent stinging slap on my ass.  I was nearly there and stiffened as I took this ram for all he was worth until he came pouring his seed inside me.  The stud collapsed to the floor bringing me down with him as he sat panting and sweating.  He leaned back on his hands for a moment.

I turned about with my pant and mounted his semi with my arms around his neck.  His eyes widened into my greedy ones as he touched my back and sat up.  “That’s a great start, stud.  Now… it’s my turn to take a ride.”

We had a long way to go before I closed on satisfaction, but we were on the right track.  I intended to get my money’s worth and felt he was the right stud for the job.


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