Ultimate shoulder rides

esel wrote:

THKS for this gentle evocation of that "good ole' time""when you could go to the local matketplace  and buy you a family-slave for some decent amount of money ...  
However this strange saddle with ground-nails reminds us that slavery was no beach in that good old time ...
Nevermind ! I'm impatient to know what's hapenning next, Max ! 

es el

Very romantic story dear Max.
And this story is just my taste.
I am looking forward to the next parts of your wonderful story.

Thank you very much Max

Your story is captivating and encourages us to wait for more.

Fascinating stoty. Poor Alex, I feel with You...
The nails in the saddle are a quite interesting idea, maybe better than the nettles that were used on me.

One aspect from part1 is interesting: both Ladys used only one palanquin, carried by only two slaves.
This for 12 miles in a running step - a very exciting idea...
(i really would like to become such a porter...)

Please continue soon, dear Max!

Your story is incredible, I never imagined it in my wettest dreams.
Congratulations! Keep going, keep delighting us with your stories.

Caballito

I guess that Sara won an extremely high price and therefore was nothing but extremely happy.
So it is quite clear that Sabine and Markus were eager having a ride on the new stallion.
I could imagine that spectators would pay high prices for such a decent performance.

Sara was overjoyed for her victory.
In front of the roaring crowd, she had won the $10,000 grand prize.
Despite her youth, she was an excellent and absolutely experienced rider.
The fact that she weighed just over 60 kg hardly seemed to impress her slave.
Besides
Sabine was downright jealous because she also wholeheartedly granted Sara this wonderful victory. Nevertheless, he decided to take part in the next competition, while Markus was proud of his two self-confident sisters.
Sara remarked with a laugh: "If I win a few more times, then we will quickly recoup the purchase price"
Markus agreed in a good mood and said: "If we have won the purchase price for Alex, then we can buy the next slave straight away"
After all, the saleswomen have an extremely good selection, even if their prices are outrageously high."
Sabine pointed out: "Where can you still get first-class slave material today? The selection is very small and we can be more than happy that we found these two nice and modern traders."
Markus nodded in agreement.
Alex was actually a powerfully built beauty and worth the money for a slave.

Cheered by the audience, Sara had shown her full riding ability.
She had confidently surpassed the given 15 minutes by 5 minutes, although her slave raged under her weight like a berserker.
Sovereign had his strong neck firmly between her powerful thighs and under her taut buttocks.
And Sara was able to skillfully keep her balance no matter how much her slave tried to throw her off.
With one hand here she held on to the rope and with the other hand she kept her balance.
The audience was amazed by her elegant riding style
Her slave had no chance under her.
However, it had also strained Sara very much.
With wild thrusts the slave tried to throw off his rider, however, Sara put herself in each case immediately with hard thrusts into his neck, as deep as it went.
She had to work very hard.
Other riders flew after a few minutes in a high arc into the sand of the arena.

Markus was immensely proud of Sara and her victory.
But just like most of the spectators, he had immensely strong sexual feelings.
He had observed the visitors exactly how much they admired this rodeo spectacle and quite openly erotically enjoyed.
Men rubbed themselves just as young girls and ladies quite unabashedly iim step and laughed and jeered with pleasure .
No one seemed to feel the slightest pity for the human horses.
Markus heard a whole group of young girls who enjoyed themselves deliciously and enjoyed the spectacle to the fullest.
When one of the young girls said: "This must be absolute hell for the slave ....if I just imagine that I sit with my 64 kg on him" so the other girls laughed: "Do you have a problem there? It's just a slave and that's what he's there for".
Especially the ladies over 20 enjoyed themselves very much and that's why these rodeos were so popular and the spectators were happy to pay the rather high entrance fees for this exclusive pleasure.
In addition, it was very carefully checked that no undesirable persons or even opponents of slavery had access to such events.
Markus felt a strong erotic desire when he could watch the ladies and girls and especially Sara.
All riders showed very clearly that they saw this ride not only as a pure competition, but also as an expression of female dominance and open female eroticism.

Although Alex the young slave was only a year older, so the young teenager Markus had no pity or qualms about using Alex as a real slave.
On the contrary, it was extraordinary fun for him.
In addition, his two little older sisters were a very good role model for him.
Neither of them had ever shown the slightest sign of pity.
Quite the opposite.
Markus felt the endless desire to finally feel this slave between his thighs and under his athletic ass.
His best piece built up to full size with horniness.

In a quiet minute Markus finally asked his two sweet sisters: "Could you imagine that I train the slave for you?...I am a bit heavier than you and it can't hurt at all if he gets used to a bigger weight".
Sara and Sabine laughingly agreed with this suggestion.
Sabine laughed: "Maybe you will teach him some special tricks that could be useful for me at the next competition".
Unfortunately, these rodeos were reserved exclusively for girls and young girl riders.
Men or boys were strictly excluded.
Markus took it upon himself to ride Alex thoroughly after lunch.
However, his two sweet sisters wanted to watch in any case and also the mother wanted to be there absolutely.
"Make an effort and take your two sisters as an example".

Markus was proud of his athletic and very attractive mother.
She was around 35 and had a tight and very athletic figure.
With her long blond hair, which she tied into a ponytail while riding, she looked fantastic.
Besides that, she was also an extremely tough businesswoman.
Most of the time Sarah wore extremely fitted jodhpurs and elegant black riding boots when they were on the remote farm.
Her tight breeches emphasized her shapely and strong buttocks as well as her tight thighs.
Her breeches were always so tight that a very distinct cameltoe was always visible, which stimulated Markus' imagination.

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Bull Riding ( 4 )

Now they all stood at the gate again and the slave was tied to the upper rail with a leather strap that Markus had put around his neck. This time he didn't have a blindfold and was able to watch exactly what was happening around him. You could clearly see in Alex's face how terribly afraid he was of what would soon inevitably follow in round 2. His lower lip vibrated, his knees trembled visibly. Of course, no one responded to this; it rather amused them to see this and even increased their anticipation of what was to come. It also showed that it was a slave of good quality and that the handling of her new acquisition was exactly the right one! It's rather positive that he was terribly afraid of his rule, because that made it easier to teach him absolute obedience, because that's how it should be.

Markus swung his left leg up and slowly sat down on the shoulder saddle, lowering his backside. Then he slid back and forth a little, automatically pressing the entire length of his nails into the still soft shoulder muscles. He quickly propped his boots securely in the stirrups. The slave bull roared again loudly in shock and pain, but could not start running yet. Now Sahra intervened by tensioning the testicle belt with her strong right hand, then tightening everything again with an extra firm tug. The strap around his neck was immediately released by Markus! Everyone jumped to the side to avoid being run over by the panicked dancing bull!

Again the same picture emerged: the slave roared and ran across the paddock as if bitten by a tarantula, running back and forth. He desperately tugged at his harness again, which was hopeless of course, but still interesting to see! He couldn't free himself, couldn't help himself with his hands, so he couldn't get any relief. Markus now followed every one of his movements elastically and compensated for all the tricks of the wildly bucking stallion by quickly shifting his weight. He held the reins firmly with his left hand and made circular movements with his right to maintain his balance and thus secure his seat in the shoulder saddle. He managed this excellently and remained safely seated on his shoulders without any problems, despite the wild bull's immense effort. Seemingly endless, cruel minutes passed without the wild stallion getting any closer to his goal.

When the slave had to take a breather for a few seconds despite the terrible pain, Markus even mocked him: “What’s wrong with you all of a sudden? Are you already tired and want to take a little break? We've only just begun, you lazybones! Come on, try a little harder! Come on...hop! …hop! ... hop!" the spurs dug deep into the unprotected flanks in rhythm with his words, "... wake up! It continues, don't fall asleep! On! ...not so lame!” With these words, the rider deliberately shifted back and forth in the saddle so that the nails pressed a little deeper into the slave’s flesh. “…let’s move on, my horse! The break is over, there's no let up here! Come on! …hop! … further! … on! ... Come on!"

Again Alex tried with all his might to somehow throw off his cruel rider, but he seemed to have grown firmly in the saddle. There was just nothing happening that made him even a little unsteady. The tight belt around his testicles hurt terribly, he tried all sorts of things, but it was unsuccessful! He raged like a madman and wanted to help with his hands to throw Markus off, but of course they were fixed to the hip belt in such a way that he could only move them a maximum of 20 centimeters. After all, he was just supposed to be broken in today, and his hands weren't necessary!

After about another 5 minutes, Markus also had a moment of inattentiveness and his left riding boot slipped out of the stirrup. He immediately lost his secure footing and at the same moment he fell out of the saddle in a high arc! This time Sarah jumped over immediately and loosened the saddle and testicle girth. The slave let it happen almost uninvolved, stood motionless on the spot for a moment, then slowly collapsed to his knees, leaned forward and remained lying on the ground - apparently at the end of his strength.

He briefly raised his head again and looked towards Sabine! He would have liked to scream “mercy, please, mercy,” but he no longer had the strength to do so. She was in full equestrian finery, clapping enthusiastically and now cheering for her son. Then she quickly jumped over the gate and came towards the slave lying on the ground...

End of part 4
Max

Perfect and very thrilling story.
Thank you Max and Frederik.
Must be heaven living on such a farm.
Bull riding is an extreme challenge.

I predict a pyramid is being built: Sarah and/or Sabine on the top, Markus in the center and Max at the bottom.

In other words, Sara and/or Sabine is the lady rider, Marckus is the saddle, and Max is the horse.

The Lady Rider is on top of the saddle and on top of her horse, she is on top of the 2 men.

The saddle is on the top of the horse but on the bottom of the lady rider.

The horse is at the bottom of the saddle who is at the bottom of the lady rider. The horse is on the lower part of the lady rider, the saddle does not matter.

I am not a writer, but I want to help you to tell the story, if it is ok. I will write a new chapter just because I liked the story.

Bull Riding chapter 5.1

(This happens after the chapter 5)


After Sabine's ride, Alex collapsed exhausted on the sand. With his hands tied behind his back and the heavy saddle on his shoulders, he was unable to get up on his own.

Sabine smilingly walked over to where Sarah and Markus were standing. "This was a good ride. This slave seems to have the strength to participate in the human bull Riding Re odeo. But that is not enough, we must improve his stamina if we really want him to be a good challenger. Sarah you must train more too. Did you see how I rode him? That's how you should do it." Sarah said "You have your style Sabine, I have mine." Markus spoke up. "Sabine is right, Sarah. You need to train more. If you were in a real human bull Riding rodeo, you would have lost."

Sarah turned to see Markus "That was just a try out. It was just like a game. I wasn't riding that animal seriously, besides I lasted almost 10 minutes riding him and you, Markus, lasted less than 8 seconds. You, Markus, couldn't ride that animal and he threw you up in the air."

Sarah's comment annoyed Markus, so he spoke up, "I was just testing the strength of the new slave. I'm bigger and heavier than you girls, it's harder for me to keep my balance on that crazy animal. Besides that shoulder saddle is too small for me. It is designed for female riders. You're the one who wants to compete in the human bull riding rodeo, Sarah. You're the one who needs to train more how to ride a crazy animal!"
Sarah smiling said. "I know how to ride properly. I trained riding a human pony time ago. Our mother made me take riding lessons. Do you remember, Markus?"

Markus angrily clenched his fists. At that moment he remembered when long time ago Sabine and Sarah started taking lessons to learn how to ride human ponies. At that time Markus' family didn't have any slaves to help the girls with their training and his mother ordered Markus to be the human pony for his sisters. For a long time Markus was Sabine and Sarah's human pony. Helping them practice balancing in the saddle, and how to trot and even canter a human pony.

Markus remembered how exhausting it was to be a human pony. He hated all those long hours under the saddle, carrying his sisters while his mother gave the girls tips on how to ride. And he hated how every time Markus was tired, his mother would call him "lazy horse" and order him to keep going. Although Markus loved his sisters, but every time he had to be their human pony, he felt humiliated. As if he was just a slave and not a family member.

At the time, Markus wished his family had a  pony slave to help his sisters learn to ride properly because being his sisters' human pony was exhausting. Especially because in addition to wearing a saddle on his shoulders to carry Sarah and Sabine, his mother advised the girls for their safety to wear those padded breeches and jackets that add almost 10 kg more of weight. That made his Riders heavier.  This was too heavy for Markus.

At that moment Sabine spoke interrupting Markus' thoughts "Yes, it's true. You need to train more, Sarah. You lasted almost 10 minutes riding the human bull. It is a good time. But in a real competition, there are very strong and wild animals. In the professional league the ride can be even wilder."  Markus spoke again "Sarah thinks she's the best Rider in the family, but if I hadn't been there to help her, that animal would have hurt her." Sarah said "I did not need any help from you  You're just jealous of my skill, Markus." Sabine spoke up "It,'s enough! Markus has a point in this matter. That animal is very strong and can be used for competition, however, as long as you use it for training, I don't want you to risk injury yourself before you can compete, Sarah. You are a good Rider, just take it easy."

End of chapter 5.1

The idea of using a slave to "ride the bull" seems to have a certain fascination! Of course I'm happy that some creative people are writing posts! I like reading everything...
Max

There are of course other ways to turn a slave into a good two-legged horse, but the safest and fastest method is to break him in properly, to train him like a wild horse and to teach him obedience.

Alex is a family horse and is very lucky that there are only three people who ride him, and also extremely nice and friendly people, even if he doesn't appreciate that at the moment.

Of course he didn't expect that Markus, a young man, would also be riding him. When he was bought he only saw Sabine and Sarah. But that can happen, even a young man has fun riding a strong stallion and is happy to sit in the saddle and let him trot under his butt.

At least there are no other, possibly cruel or overweight people in the family, not even a lazy father who wants to be carried. Neither do grandparents who want to use it. So... it's not that bad with our Alex!
Max

So far the result of the survey "What do you like to do the best?" is:
- Being ridden by girls... 62%
- Being carried by guys... 19%
- Carry guys... 11%
- Carry guys... 6%

Proving most of us want to be ridden by ladies. The rest like to be carried by guys (19%) and carry guys (18%).

However, despite us fervently wanting to be ridden by girls, circumstances force us to be carried by guys or carry guys.

A beautiful single lady, if she wants, makes an admirer carry his father, her brother, another relative, her friend or her boyfriend on his shoulders; while a beautiful married lady, if she wishes, makes an admirer carry, in addition to the previous ones, her husband.

A beautiful lady not only owns a human horse, because she owns a herd of human horses.

Bull Riding ( 5 )

Alex only saw Sabine as a shadow in his vision. If he were to mobilize all his strength again, he would certainly be able to stand up again with difficulty and stand up fairly straight. But what Sabine obviously wanted to do with him, to mount him and ride him, was simply out of the question! The past hardships were too much for him, his strength was completely exhausted!

“That was great, you two, I haven’t had this much fun watching it in a long time! I'm proud of you, great performance as you rode him! Also how you worked in the saddle: that was really good!” The speaker was standing with her riding boots just a few centimeters next to Alex’s head, which he had moved slightly to the side. There was no longer any doubt: the third rider had also prepared to climb into the shoulder saddle and thus continue this cruel game! The flashing, freshly polished silver spurs on the heels of her boots were a clear, unmistakable sign that his torment was not yet over!

“Our Alex looks a bit tired after the first two laps! I don't think he'll really enjoy another rider anymore! Well, let's see if we can get him back on his feet quickly! Our strong, wild stallion doesn't want to be a spoilsport!" Alex couldn't see what was happening now, but he could feel their excited faces, felt that the three of them were up to something, something pretty mean!

Sabine had hidden a thin tube, a kind of large syringe, in her belt behind her back, which she now held in her hands, still slightly hidden. With her head and a smile she signaled to Sahra and Markus to sit on the slave lying on the floor. He was pushed further down and pinned firmly to the ground with her body weight. Markus sat on his two thighs, Sarah on his shoulder blades. Sabine felt the rosette with the well-greased tip (it was ground into a convex shape so as not to injure the slave's anus during penetration!), overcame the cramped sphincter and then quickly pushed the part a few centimeters into his body. In the tube was a mixture of chayen pepper, ginger, fine salt, paprika and a strongly spiced pumpkin seed oil, all mixed with hot chili powder! Sabine quickly pushed this devilish mass into his rectum!

She knew exactly what mobilizing effect this mixture had; she only had to press the syringe briefly and he started to fidget a bit. But this was by no means the desired result! The siblings continued to hold the limp slave mercilessly, and his mistress just as mercilessly pushed the entire contents of the syringe into his rectum! She knew: it would now take about 10 seconds for his mucous membranes to respond, only then would this devilish mixture have its expected effect, then he would react massively and have the desired effect!

Shortly beforehand, the two siblings released Alex again at her signal and immediately jumped to the side. The slave bull screamed, roared in pain, jumped up as if he had never collapsed from exhaustion before. When he had risen a little and was crouched down, Sabine simply sat down in the saddle with incredible skill and let the wild boy lift her up as he jumped up. When the slave had fully stood up, her boots were already securely in the stirrups and she was holding the reins firmly in her hand. Now his third rider was sitting in the saddle, exactly as was intended when they started riding together!

The mounting had happened with almost calm movements, despite the panicked reaction of the desperate slave. Sabine had thought through each of her actions and now she immediately smoothed out each of his uncoordinated, wild movements, but then slowly allowed him to come back to his senses! Of course she knew that he must be in terrible pain, but this also gave him the strength that she wanted to feel from her riding slave! All his whining, the exhaustion, the collapse... just a small, somewhat mean trick, and her slave had regained unexpected strength. He hops around the arena almost like a young deer. That's exactly how Sabine wanted it to be, this way and no other!

End of part 5
Max

Let's call it a "touch of sadistic ruthlessness"!!!! That slave must be happy, and successful, because he gets tremendous help from his highly dedicated owners/users !!!

I can well imagine that there is a lot to discuss! The ladies can all handle their slaves and know how to treat them. The sedan chair, carried by strong bearers, has advantages, especially if the ladies want to have a relaxed conversation. This way you can prepare well for your upcoming visit.

The younger daughter rides a third slave. It seems to be extremely nice weather because the ladies are sheltering under a sun canopy.

A riding Amazon on a two-legged horse, two good-humored ladies in a sedan chair, carried by two sweating slaves... a beautiful picture!

Nice to read!
Max

In this story, it seems like that slave,  Alex is not exactly having fun being ridden. That dude will not survive the ride. But the story needs more chapters. So I will add a new one. I am not sure if what I write help to tell the story in the right direction. I do not know if my writing style is ok. I am not a writer, I just write because I like the story.

Bull Riding chapter 5.2

"I want another ride"

Sabine spoke to Sarah and Markus "Well, I think this slave has what it takes to serve as a human bull in a competition. He is big and strong. He is not wild, but that is not absolutely necessary. After all, we have the tools to make him compete." Sarah agreed with her sister, "Yeah! He would be a good challenger for the female rodeo riders."

"Of course, if we can train the slave to resist in the rodeo we will win. But it is still too early for him to be ridden in the human bull riding rodeo. He needs to get more stamina. He can be wild, but that is not enough. If he can not last more than 10 minutes in the Riding Arena, then he is useless for us. There are many experienced Riders in the rodeo. Women who have ridden animals even stronger than him and they could defeat him easily". Said Sabine

Sarah "The slave is not very tough, but he was very wild during the try out. I guess the nails under the saddle really works! Ha ha! Do you think I can ride him again now, Sabine?". Sabine looked at Alex, who was still on the floor, then turned to Sarah and replied "No, Sarah. The slave looks very tired. I don't think you can ride him again." Sarah clasped her hands together as if she was going to say a prayer and with a sweet voice she begged her sister "Please, Sabine! It was so fun!  Let me do it! I want another ride! just another ride more!  Besides did you hear what Markus said about me? I want to show Markus that I have enough skill to handle that animal" Sabine sighed at her younger sister's pleas and agreed. "Ok Sarah. You can ride him again. But be careful. Go to your position." Sarah excitedly ran to the other side of the arena. Sabine ordered Markus to lead Alex back to the entrance of the Arena. "Markus, Sarah is going to ride the slave again. Take him to the entrance of the Arena." Markus replied "what? will Sarah ride him again? This animal is exahusted. Sabine, are you sure about this? What if she hurt him? We paid a very high price for this slave..." Sabine a little upset replied "Yes, I know. Just another ride. Everything will be ok. Do what I told you, Markus!"

Markus was annoyed to see that Sabine agreed to let Sarah ride the tired slave again. He didn't think it was in any way a good idea. He resented his sister getting another chance to ride the slave. Or maybe he felt jealous of her? "Sabine shouldn't accede to Sarah's wishes so easily." thought Markus and taking hold of the leather collar around his neck, he lifted the stallion off the ground. Both men walked to where Sarah was already waiting for her mount.  Alex walked wearily towards the entrance of the arena. He looked at Sarah and understood that he was going to be ridden again by the pretty blonde cowgirl. Alex scared and exahusted, tried to back away, for the first time the human bull tried to talk "Oh No! Not again!"

But his words were not understood because in his mouth he had a bridle like a horse that did not allow him to talk. However, Alex's pleas would not have prevented him from being mounted again. Markus pulled Alex hard to make him walk, but Alex, frightened, resisted, "come on, you stupid animal! Move!" Said Markus. Sabine ran to his side and asked "What's wrong, Markus? Hurry up! We don't have all day!" She grabbed and pulled hard on the leather rope binding the slave's testicles to make him walk. Alex began to walk faster because of the pain in his groin.

The human bull was placed by Markus in position with his back to his female Rider. Sarah with a grinn on her face, took the leather rope that bound the human bull's private parts and climbed up to the third rail of the Gate. Taking more height this time

End of chapter 5.2

what does Alex look like? i assume he is white? is he muscular? does he have beard or a stubble? is he good looking? does he enjoy when woman sitting on his neck when not "breaking" him?

I'd love Dua Lipa as the (human) bull's breaker or the (human) wild horse's breaker.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC19kwABFwc 

Bull Riding (6)

The cruel dance began again. Now the stallion seemed completely out of control. Without thinking, he tugged and tore at his bonds again. The pain made him forget everything that was happening around him, he even seemed to hardly notice the rider on his shoulders with his wild movements, although his third rider was certainly a little heavier than the other two in terms of weight. But he didn't feel this at all in the first few moments, he was so preoccupied with himself.

Sabine now encouraged him to achieve further top performances with words and deeds. She had a whip stuck in her belt, not a simple riding crop, but a version that was more flexible and had a short leather cord at the front, which made an additional crack when it hit bare, sweaty skin and immediately turned his fur red. With this she made him even wilder and she also pressed the spurs violently into his defenseless flanks at irregular intervals. The slave raged like a wild man and didn't know what to do anymore! Then the rider took the reins very tightly, pulled his head back and gave him only the spurs, again and again briefly in the lower part of the ribcage, energetically and mercilessly she kicked again and again!

His ass continued to burn like fire, then the whip, now those cruel spurs, the additional pain from the tightly pulled curb! All his attempts to somehow throw off the merciless rider had failed miserably, no matter what he tried! Sabine still sat securely in the saddle, even with the wildest contortions she showed no insecurities!

Sabine presented a masterpiece with this ride and Markus and Sarah applauded again and again, sometimes standing there with their mouths open and admiring their riding mother, how smoothly she handled the panicked slave. She controlled all of his movements with complete confidence. If one thing was soon certain: Alex simply couldn't throw Sabine off, no matter what he did, and she was in the saddle with all her experience!

After the slave had tried all the tricks for almost 20 minutes without success and couldn't even begin to unsettle his rider, he believed his end had come! He had never experienced anything like this during his time as a slave. Alex stood there with his mouth open, legs apart, desperately gasping for air: “What’s wrong with you? Are you tired of it, my darling? Don't you want to jump and dance anymore to amuse your mistress and your audience? Come on, don't be so tired, I like it up here, try a little harder, hop! It goes on, let's go! ... continue I say! ... further! … open!” … and again he had the merciless spurs pressed into his sides, Sabine kicked at short intervals, again and again!

Alex was desperate! He had tried everything, the Amazon was still sitting on his shoulders, the points under the saddle had bitten into his flesh to the hilt. What else should he do? She hammered the spurs into his sides again, one last attempt, now he squeezed the last reserves of strength out of his body! But he felt that his movements were far too weak to throw off this excellent rider, it simply wasn't possible: he had lost!

"What is wrong with you? Out of breath? Come on, you can definitely do something! Hopp, or are you really not in the mood anymore?”

But the slave just wobbled from one leg to the other, and with a big grin on her face, Sabine bounced along elastically, waving to Markus and Sarah while still smiling. Now she had him wherever she wanted him! He had ridden really tired!

Jumping and running was no longer an option and even the pain, whether it was from the whip or the spurs, could no longer persuade him to resume the hopeless fight with his rider. It was clear to him: nothing would work anymore, resistance was no longer possible! It was questionable whether he would be able to survive these hardships relatively unscathed. But his tormentor still didn't think about finally releasing him and getting away from him. Sabine continued to sit in the saddle like a champion, pulled his head back with the reins and rode him straight through the arena. All he knew was that he had to obey her, no matter how hard the saddle squeezed him, no matter how much that damn thing burned in his anus!

Sabine now steered him in a circle, then she gave a slight canter, rode in a figure eight, then again in a circle, this time the other way around, then he had to walk backwards a few meters. He obeyed, without will, completely intoxicated, he obeyed his rider's reins! Finally, Sabine did a short but clean dressage with him, after this hellish ride! The riding slave no longer felt anything, just obeyed, was defenseless, completely in her power!

Now she steered him towards her still astonished two spectators, slowly got out of the saddle and patted his neck: “Good little horse, you did a great job, you’re a really nice guy too… that’s how we want you too!”

“You can unsaddle him now and loosen the straps! We now have to hose him down with cold water, clean his anus too, then treat his wounds so that he doesn't suffer any serious damage and stays healthy!”

“I think our Alex really deserves a longer break!”

END
Max

Then I would also like to respond with a “big smile”!
I haven't noticed anyone missing me in the last 6 weeks. I only look at it occasionally and I don't feel like writing anything under these conditions. It's just the way it is.

No, no more will come from me...
Max

Hello, my friends, I see that the story of the human bull riding rodeo has ended. I didn’t write chapter 5.3 of the story, but I should.
The story written by Max is very good. So, I’m going to write a bit more about it. I’m not a good writer, but I like the story.

I’m going to write chapter 5.2 again, just to review the story so far. And then we will continue with the next chapter

Ok, my Friends. First here is the story in Spanish:

Capítulo 5.2: "Quiero otra monta"
El sol del mediodía golpeaba la arena del rodeo, levantando pequeñas nubes de polvo con cada ráfaga de viento. El aire olía a cuero, sudor y tierra seca, una mezcla que impregnaba los sentidos de todos los presentes en aquel corral que servía de arena para entrenar a hombres como si fueran toros salvajes. Alex, el esclavo que ahora había sido montado como toro humano, yacía desplomado en el suelo, con el pecho subiendo y bajando con dificultad. Su piel, cubierta de polvo y sudor, reflejaba el esfuerzo de la primera monta, y sus ojos, ahora apagados por el cansancio, apenas apenas le permitían enfocar a las tres figuras que lo observaban desde el borde del corral, al otro lado de la arena: Sabine, la líder de los tres, fría y calculadora; Sarah, la joven vaquera impulsiva y entusiasta; y Markus, el hermano mayor, cuyo rostro tenía una expresión que mostraba frustración y la preocupación al mismo tiempo.
Sabine cruzó los brazos, su mirada evaluando a Alex como si fuera una pieza de ganado, un animal para una tarea inhumana. "Este esclavo tiene potencial", dijo con un tono firme. "Es grande, fuerte, y aunque no tiene el instinto salvaje de un toro de verdad, eso no es un problema. Podemos moldearlo. Con las herramientas adecuadas, estará listo para competir en el rodeo de monta humana."
Sarah, con su cabello rubio desordenado bajo el sombrero de vaquera, dio un paso adelante, incapaz de contener su entusiasmo. "¡Sí, Sabine! ¡Sería perfecto para las jinetes del rodeo femenino! Sólo Imagínatelo: nuestro toro humano enfrentándose a las mejores. Compitiendo para obtener un triunfo y ganancias monetarias para sus amas. ¡Podría ser un espectáculo increíble!" Sus ojos brillaban con la emoción de la competencia, imaginando a Alex siendo montado por mujeres vaqueras... y su sonrisa dejaba entrever una mezcla de inocencia y desafío.
Sabine ladeó la cabeza. Ella no estaba del todo convencida. "Tal vez, Sarah, pero no nos dejemos llevar. Todavía le falta mucho. Para ganar en el rodeo, necesita más que su fuerza bruta. Si él no puede resistir al menos diez minutos en la arena, no nos sirve de nada. Las jinetes profesionales  Han domado toros más fuertes que él, bestias con el doble de su resistencia. Si lo ponemos ahora, lo destrozarían en segundos." Hizo una pausa, mirando de reojo a Alex, que seguía jadeando en el suelo. "Necesita más entrenamiento, más resistencia. Ser salvaje no basta."
Sarah soltó una risita, recordando la primera monta. "Bueno, no es muy resistente, ¡pero vaya que se movió como loco en la prueba! Esas púas que pusimos bajo la silla hicieron maravillas, ¿no crees?" Se acercó un poco más a Alex, inclinándose para observarlo con una mezcla de curiosidad y diversión. "Pobre animal, se retorcía como si su vida dependiera de ello." Luego, con un brillo travieso en los ojos, se giró hacia Sabine. "¿Puedo montarlo otra vez? ¡Por favor! Fue tan divertido. Quiero sentir esa adrenalina de nuevo."
Sabine frunció el ceño, evaluando el estado de Alex. Su cuerpo estaba cubierto de rasguños y marcas rojas donde las correas y la silla de montar habían rozado su piel. Sus músculos temblaban, y su respiración era un silbido entrecortado. "No, Sarah", respondió Sabine con firmeza. "Está agotado. No creo que pueda soportar otra ronda ahora. Podríamos arruinarlo si lo forzamos demasiado."
Sarah, sin embargo, no estaba dispuesta a aceptar una respuesta negativa. Ella Juntó las manos como si fuera a rezar, inclinándose hacia su hermana con una expresión exageradamente suplicante. "¡Por favor, Sabine! ¡Solo una vez más! Sé que puedo manejarlo. Además, ¿no escuchaste lo que dijo Markus antes? Dijo que no tengo la habilidad para dominar a un toro como este. ¡Quiero demostrarle que se equivoca!" Su voz era una mezcla de súplica y desafío, y sus mejillas se sonrojaron de emoción al imaginar otra oportunidad en la arena.
Sabine suspiró profundamente. Conocía bien a su hermana menor: Sarah era terca como una mula y no descansaría hasta conseguir lo que quería. Además, había algo en su entusiasmo que Sabine encontraba difícil de resistir, ella misma deseaba ver a su hermana montar al esclavo convertido en bestia, había algo casi erótico para ella en esa monta, aunque no lo admitiría en voz alta. Además de que le era difícil aceptar los caprichos de su hermana menor. "Está bien, Sarah", dijo finalmente, aunque su tono seguía siendo serio. "Puedes montarlo otra vez, pero ten cuidado. No quiero que lo dañes. Ve a tu posición y prepárate."
Sarah dejó escapar un chillido de alegría, sus botas vaqueras levantando polvo del suelo mientras corría hacia el otro lado de la arena, donde la esperaba la puerta de salida. Sabine se volvió hacia Markus, que había permanecido todo ese tiempo en silencio, con los brazos cruzados y una sombra de desaprobación en el rostro. "Markus, lleva al esclavo de vuelta a la entrada de la arena. Sarah va a montarlo otra vez."
Markus abrió los ojos de par en par, claramente sorprendido. "¿Qué? ¿Otra vez? Sabine, míralo. Este animal está al borde del colapso. ¿Estás segura de esto? Pagamos una fortuna por él. Si lo lastimamos, todo ese dinero se irá por el desagüe." Su voz tenía un tono de advertencia, pero también una de frustración, como si estuviera cansado de que Sabine siempre cediera ante los caprichos de Sarah. Aquello le molestaba demasiado. Quizá en el fondo de su alma, Markus sentía envidia de Sarah, porque ella tenía siempre el favor de Sabine, quien parecía querer complacerla sin dudarlo.
Sabine lo fulminó con la mirada, su paciencia agotándose. "Sí, Markus, estoy segura. Es solo una monta más. No va a morir por esto. Haz lo que te digo y déjate de cuestionarme." Su tono era cortante, dejando claro que no iba a discutir siu decisión con Markus.
Markus apretó los labios, claramente molesto. Él sentía que era tratado por sus hermanas más como un sirviente que como su hermano. Mientras tomaba el collar de cuero que rodeaba el cuello de Alex, Markus no podía evitar sentir una punzada de resentimiento creciendo en su pecho. ¿Por qué Sabine siempre dejaba que Sarah  hiciera su voluntad? ¿Era porque Sarah era la menor, la consentida, o porque Sabine veía en ella un potencial que él no podía igualar? Realmente era Sarah la más talentosa jinete de la familia?. Tal vez, pensó Markus, era envidia lo que el sentiia. Sacudió la cabeza para despejar esos pensamientos y levantó a Alex del suelo con un tirón brusco. "Vamos, animal", gruñó, su voz cargada de frustración.
Alex, apenas capaz de mantenerse en pie, tropezó mientras Markus lo arrastraba hacia la entrada de la arena. Sus piernas temblaban, y el dolor en su cuerpo era una constante punzada que lo mantenía al borde del colapso. Alex empezo a caminar con dificultad, casi arrastrando sus pies, mientras Markus lo jalaba del collar de esclavo en su cuello. Alex caminaba con paso lento, levanto su rostro y cuando sus ojos se encontraron con los de Sarah, que lo observaba desde la distancia con una sonrisa confiada, un escalofrío de pánico lo recorrió. Alex entendio lo que está por ocurrir: Iba a ser montado otra vez. Por primera vez, intentó hablar, su voz ahogada por la brida de cuero que le impedía articular palabras claras. "¡No! ¡Por favor, no otra vez!" balbuceó, pero el sonido que salió de su boca fue un gemido incomprensible.
Markus tiró con más fuerza del collar, obligándolo a avanzar. "¡Muévete, bestia estúpida!" dijo, su paciencia agotandose. Alex, aterrorizado, intentó resistirse, plantando los pies en el suelo, pero su débil oposición solo provocó la intervención de Sabine. "Markus! Trae a ese animal aquí ahora!" Markus jalo con más fuerza, arrastrando a Alex "Eso intento, Sabine. Pero este animal no se mueve!" Sabine corrió hacia él, sus botas levantando polvo, y tomó la cuerda de cuero que ataba las partes más sensibles de Alex. Con un tirón brutal, lo obligó a moverse, arrancándole un grito de dolor que fue ahogado por la brida en su boca "¡Apúrate, Markus! ¡No tenemos todo el día!" exclamó, con voz impaciente.
Derrotado por el dolor y el agotamiento, Alex comenzó a caminar más rápido, sus pasos torpes y debiles mientras Sabine lo forzaba a avanzar, ella jalando la correa de cuero que ataba las partes íntimas de Alex con fuerza,  Markus lo posicionó en la entrada de la arena, de espaldas a Sarah, quien ya estaba lista para la siguiente ronda.
Sabine le entrego a Sarah la correa que sujetaba las partes más débiles del cuerpo del esclavo, "Toma la correa, Sarah. Está correa sirve como un freno para detener al toro humano si lo necesitas. No sé usa en competencia real, pero aquí estamos practicando, así que yo lo permitiré. Pero solo jala la correa si tú necesitas que el esclavo se detenga, no lo olvides".
La joven vaquera, con una sonrisa que mezclaba confianza y crueldad, tomó la cuerda que sujetaba las partes íntimas de Alex y trepó con agilidad hasta el tercer barrote de la puerta de salida. Tomando más altura está vez. Desde ahí,, su figura se alzaba imponente, como una pantera lista para saltar sobre su presa. Sus ojos brillaban con una mezcla de emoción y desafío, y mientras ajustaba su sombrero, murmuró para sí misma: "Vamos a ver cuánto aguanta esta vez."
Sarah miraba a Alex temblar, tal vez de miedo o cansancio, mientras el aire se llenaba de una tensión casi palpable. Alex, atrapado en su papel de toro humano, sintió que el mundo se cerraba a su alrededor. La arena, el sol abrasador, las cuerdas que lo ataban, todo era una prisión de la que no podía escapar. Y mientras Sarah se preparaba para montar, supo que no había forma de evitar lo que venía a continuación.