Ultimate shoulder rides

Max · 2022-04-30 10:40:23

The final spurt with Franzi ( 1 )

"Come on! Hop on! ... not so tired ... let's go! I don't feel like being left behind by your dawdling here, don't be so lame, you lazy goat, come on, speed up, you're about to fall asleep while walking, finally move faster!" Of course I noticed that the last few hours had left their mark on my riding slave, but there were still two hours to ride to the next accommodation, and if he continued at this pace, it could quickly become three hours or even more! I really didn't feel like that after the long day. My backside was already hurting and I didn't want to sit in the saddle any longer than absolutely necessary. I didn't want to take a break to stretch my legs. The other three were already quite a way ahead of me! I was a bit annoyed, I should have ridden him much harder at the beginning, right this morning, instead of letting him dawdle around like that, then I would already have made a lot of progress and wouldn't have had to sit in the saddle for so long! But I couldn't change it now, OK, you're just too careful and considerate with these lazy ones, you're just not consistent enough, you're too soft, too kind-hearted, that annoyed me quite a bit now!

I myself always weighed about 55 kilos, my black riding slave certainly almost 100, so in terms of weight we fitted together very well. He was tall and stocky, an athletic type, no flab, certainly around 190cm tall. He had almost noticeably broad shoulders and a real bull neck. His face was also quite broad, his nose completely flat and already slightly indented from the root of the nose. I had personally chosen him from a group of slaves on offer and I really didn't make a mistake. He was willing, could be ridden well over longer distances, had great respect for me, maybe even a little fear, and almost always reacted as a rider would wish. Although I did not have much experience in two-legged riding, because in our latitudes it is known that it is rather rare that one has the opportunity to saddle a slave and ride him out properly. But if you do, then it's more like a game, without the corresponding seriousness behind it. But here it was completely different, here I had absolute power of disposal over my riding slave, here there were no agreements, no games or anything else. Here he had to work for me, just as I wanted, here he was at my mercy with skin and hair, was my slave in the very best sense.

My black horse wore only a loincloth and was otherwise naked. For my own safety, I had put a wide leather belt around his hips with a steel ring on each side. Here I had tied his wrists with a strong leather cord. He still had a little room to move and could even let his arms swing slightly while trotting, but he could not, for example, hold his hands protectively in front of his hanger when I wanted to hit him there with the whip. Otherwise it wouldn't have made sense to hit him between the legs. I am not too fond of the testicle whip, but it is undoubtedly justified when a slave horse is absolutely unwilling and stubborn, perhaps even rebellious, or simply no longer wants to walk properly and gives in to laziness. My slave wore a quite comfortable shoulder saddle in which I had already taken a seat a few hours ago: with the stirrups, I had the choice of either comfortably placing my boots in front of his chest or really digging in at the side next to his body and then giving him the spurs as additional impetus in the flanks.

I forgot to mention, of course I had spurs! Short ones, slightly crowned at the tip, to give him direction and to drive him very effectively when needed or on a whim. I adjusted the length of the stirrups so that the spurs hit him just below the ribcage. He was particularly sensitive to pain here, so this was the optimal spot for me to have the greatest effect on him. I could already feel his devilish fear when I only wanted to put my riding boots in this position and he suspected that I would soon drive him with them.

Max · 2022-04-30 22:47:44

The final spurt with Franzi ( 2 )

But sometimes I would just play a little game with him, lifting my boots slightly off his chest, then it would only take a few seconds and he would immediately run faster. I could clearly see large drops of cold fear sweat forming on his hairless scalp and then running down his broad neck.

He was then really grateful to me when, with a smile I couldn't help smiling, I slowly put my boots back down in front of his chest. At least this time he was spared the spurs. If he could have, I'm sure he would have kissed my boots gratefully. But of course that didn't always work out so generously! In between, however, I was sometimes a bit generous with him, which was more than I could say for my friends who were riding ahead. They whipped their slaves like savages, especially our smallest, called Franzi, knew no mercy! If the boy didn't walk properly, it brought a blush to her face and he had to suffer accordingly.

The other two friends, both about my weight, maybe a few kilos lighter, were also energetic riders! However, they were experienced in two-legged riding, having often ridden slaves on "treks" in Africa. So they knew their way around well, even over longer distances, and knew how to get a lot more out of the tired lazy ones with a few mean tricks. Things got pretty rough, especially in the late afternoon, when these guys had already done quite a bit during the day. They then didn't want to walk properly any more, even became disobedient and unruly. Then there are really only two possibilities: dismount or treat the riding slaves much harder until they are obedient and well-behaved again! Otherwise, it's almost impossible to get them to move.

If nothing else helps, then you have to give one or the other juicy blow between the legs. If you hit them hard, preferably two or three times in a row, they first squeal like a young piglet and tug at their shackles in fright. But then the tired slaves suddenly jump like a young deer again! Much fear is then felt for their testicles and cold fear sweat runs down their hairless scalps and then down their broad necks.

Where you hit the slave with the whip during normal riding is not really that important, the main thing is to hit hard, but it should always be at least a double. I also like to hit the tight thighs, on the outside, but also sometimes on the inside (but it's not so easy to hit at a fast pace!) or on the strong working ass muscles. By the way, this is where the whip really makes the most beautiful noises! Whenever it hits the tense, somewhat moist skin, hit short and hard, it's simply wonderful! I particularly like that, by the way, it's even a bit more fun to listen to this crack when the slave is gagged and can't spoil the pure, clean whip sound with his moans ... but that's just in passing.

I realised by now that the time still to come would probably be quite tedious for me. My black horse had not had a secure step for several minutes! I could feel how his knees were slowly getting softer and how he could no longer hold himself up straight. A sure sign that he might be running out of energy. He had been panting like a walrus for quite a while, which is not unusual after such a long distance, so I didn't pay much attention.

But now it was getting serious! The guy wasn't exactly supposed to fold up on me, after all, there were still a few kilometres to go before we reached our destination for the day! After such a long, hard day in the saddle, I had no desire whatsoever to walk the last few metres just because he might collapse. In any case, he had to hold out until the stage finish, that was absolutely clear! Besides, I didn't want to make a fool of myself, because a rider who doesn't reach the finish in the saddle, with a grumpy face, on foot, with her swaying riding slave on the reins, you can imagine how I would make a fool of myself!

Max · 2022-05-02 11:18:39

The final spurt with Franzi ( 3 + end )

First of all, I took hold of the reins and pulled his massive, sweaty skull backwards to give him some guidance. I immediately noticed that he was able to keep himself on his feet better with these aids, at least his extremely unsteady gait was clearly reduced. He was almost walking straight again, but his pace was slowing down until he was really just too slow for me. I now turned a little in the saddle, put myself firmly in the stirrups, put my boots and spurs in the right position to be able to kick him in the ribs immediately. That way, if his poor performance continued, I wanted to bring him energetically back up to speed. But first I gave him a few strong strokes with the whip over his sweaty skin: "Do you want to run faster, you lame goat! Don't fall asleep while walking, you should ... walk! ... run! ... run! ... run ...!" Whereby the slave got a juicy slap across his bare bottom every time he said "run".

I clearly noticed that he was exerting himself to the best of his ability and was now speeding up a little again. Then I yanked hard on the reins again in an angry voice so that the bridle pressed against the corners of his mouth. Now he was walking much better, was no longer so slow, now it was the right time to challenge him more sharply! Then I pressed the spurs hard into his ribs a few times until I had brought him up to speed again. Slowly I got to know my strong horse better and better, I knew what I had to do to make him run well again. I had obviously done everything right!

It was always the same, my riding slave was no different from others: only when you got really angry did these listless lads run well again! You just can't give in, you have to show toughness! I almost had the impression that I was now even faster in the saddle than before his little fit of weakness, at least he was now back on track due to my energetic intervention and continued at pretty much his old pace.

After the next turn-off I saw the others. Jule and Sarah were riding side by side at almost the same height, already far ahead and uncatchable for me. Their slaves didn't seem to have much strength left either, both riders kept working with the spurs and the whip was also used energetically to keep up the fast pace. They would surely be at the hut soon. Further behind was our Franzi, who must have had a bit more trouble with her riding slave, because there really wasn't much going on with the poor stallion now. His rider had wanted to keep up with the sharp pace of Jule and Sarah right at the beginning, and had also been very hard on her slave right from the start. Now he probably lacked the strength to keep going well for the last few hundred metres. He was getting slower and slower, his knees were clearly soft and he was unsteady in his walk.

I caught up with Franzi before we reached the hut. She turned around at that moment, saw me coming at a fast gallop and immediately realised what I was up to. Of course, she wanted to resist with all her might and not let me catch her so close to the finish. That must have awakened all her ambition once more! I had known my friend for a few years now: now she was in for another ordeal! Franzi would not be defeated by me without a fight!

The final spurt with Franzi ( End )

My slave was of course at the end of his tether and would certainly not want to take part in my provoked little private race against Franzi, he was probably too tired and listless from the long day. But unlike Franzi, I had only used the spurs occasionally so far, so I was sure that this two-legged horse, somewhere in his massive body, still had some reserves of strength hidden from me. Of course he didn't do this consciously, but nevertheless: I wanted to get at it with a well-aimed, well-dosed tight ride with the help of the nasty little spurs!

No slave succeeds in withholding his hidden powers from a female rider over a longer period of time. You just have to ride him consistently, hard and above all mercilessly. Again and again he urgently needs the spurs, energetically used, the whip struck hard, thus literally beating him into a frenzy! With these means you can almost ride him into madness! No matter how the slave moans and groans, just keep riding until you have discovered and awakened these hidden powers. You can then clearly feel how he suddenly becomes faster despite his exhaustion, although nothing should really work for him any more. He then suddenly rushes off from one second to the next, almost forgetting that he is still carrying a rider on his shoulders. That is the moment when he really mobilises the last of his energy. It is then like riding the devil incarnate! Then you can really let him run, just let him run, in the truest sense of the word! You can only squeeze him slowly and pleasurably until there is really nothing left to do!

Franzi whipped her slave around like a madwoman, completely without a plan or concept, but she kept him moving to a certain extent, and in the end she really got down to it with her spurs, so that you could hear his desperate cries of pain from a distance, but also her angry roar! But when I had my horse as far as I wanted, it was almost child's play for me to pass Franzi! With a grinning face I gave her a "long nose" when overtaking, but she could now do whatever she wanted with her staggering riding slave between her thighs: he simply wasn't getting any faster, she couldn't keep up with him.

Of course, one should not use these little tricks too often, especially on rides lasting several days. If you squeeze your riding slave so much every day that he really has no strength at all in the evening, you won't have much fun with him for very long, but - It's very appealing from time to time, and as a rider you simply can't resist it. It's a lot of fun to really tickle everything out of such a black powerhouse with a few tricks and tricks, to really let off steam in the saddle!

That's ist!

Thank you!

Yes, that's how it was with Franzi!

All the slaves survived the tour in good health, of course, and were returned to the rental a few days later safe and sound! I only heard that they had already been rented out again, this time to another group of "hikers" who really wanted to climb Mount Kilimanjaro!

Max

esel · 2022-05-02 11:25:45

Thanks for the beginning of such a wonderful story ! You describe very clearly Your problem as regards how to handle properly Your slave, and more generally all slaves : Is he lazy or really exhausted, does he pretend or does he really suffer ? My guess is that he really is both exhausted and does not pretend, but I know for certain, ( and so You do I think ), that you have a unique way to take him far beyond his limits, no matter how tired he could be : The whip ! Maybe on his testicles if really needed, but a sound whipping usually heals the worst exhaustions

Can't wait to read how You solve Your problem !

Esel

esel · 2022-05-02 16:53:07

For some reason, I had not read part 3 before writing my first comment ...

Now I have read it, and as expected, You found the right ways to obtain all You wanted from Your supposedly extenuated slave ! Never believe a slave who pretends he is finished ! Pain and fear are two powerful engines for his motivation, more powerful than any level of lazyness .. Increase his pain, you will increase your gains, that's the true meaning of the well-known proverb : No pain, no gain !

Thanks a bunch for this very good story, and please don't refrain from writing a few more

MFG

Esel

sharpspurs · 2022-05-02 23:22:37

Thanks for the story Max it made very enjoyable reading. Keep up the good work!

serveHER · 2024-02-06 17:06:40

"I particularly like that, by the way, it's even a bit more fun to listen to this crack when the slave is gagged and can't spoil the pure, clean whip sound with his moans ... but that's just in passing."

Details like these, thoughts/desires, are what make your stories wonderful! Great stuff Max -thanks!!

Ultimate shoulder rides

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The final spurt with Franzi

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