The Centaur Ranch Pt 03

14. Taming Matombo

The next morning, the new mares were surprised to see their breasts swollen and heavy. They were brought to the milking shed, where ten new machines had been installed. The mares lined up and waited for their turn to be milked, talking excitedly about the novelty.

Almost seventy pints were extracted from their perky, turgid breasts. Linda was supervising the operation; she ordered two of the new males, Kalango and Yoro, to transfer the liquid from the buckets into big barrels and put them on a cart. Sean was pleased to see the black males' strong biceps pointing under the skin of their arms as they lifted the barrels to load the cart. He turned to one of the new farm hands that had been hired to take care ot the growing number of centaurs:

"You take these to the dairy shop in the town. I have talked to the owner and they will sell it for us."

He watched as the males were harnessed to the cart.

"Link their collars together, it will be easier for them to go on the same pace," he ordered.

The boy obeyed and attached a chain one foot long to the rings of both males' collars. He placed a harness around the centaurs' waist and linked it to the cart handles; then he sat on it and gave a hearty pull to the reins.

Kalango and Yoro were surprised to see themselves attached to the cart; it was a new thing to them. Yoro was anxious; he pranced and Kalango was taken up with him, as their collars were linked together. The boy swatted their rumps with the crop to make them calm down. Sean sensed some danger and caressed their chins:

"Sshhh... Calm down, you... You will go to town now, and see other humans. Just obey the reins and all will be ok, do you understand?" He took two apples from his pocket and gave them to the centaurs. He whispered to the boy:

"If you have problems, just turn on their sac rings. But I think they are sufficiently tamed; I don't expect any trouble."

He watched as the males pulled the heavy cart towards the farm gate. It was a fine morning; he decided to ride Matombo to the town, as he was anxious to put the huge male to work. He went to his stall and clipped reins to his collar:

"Now, Matombo, you will learn how to carry your master on your back. This is a big privilege, and I expect you to behave well," he said as he cinched the buckle under the male's belly. Matombo felt as the man hopped on his back and kicked his ribs to set him moving. He pranced, and hadn't Sean been a good jockey, he would have been thrown to the ground. But he kept his calm and said to the centaur:

"No, no, Matombo! You are a strong male; you can certainly carry me... Now please pay attention. If I pull the reins this way" – he pulled swiftly to the right, making the taur's head turn to that direction – "this means that you have to turn right. The same if I pull them this way" – a quick turn to the left. "If you feel my heels on your flank, this means that you have to go. And this" – he pulled strongly the reins to himself, making the male's whole torso arch back – "means 'stop'. Got it? Now we will train these commands; your will be the first of your herd to learn this, as you are their leader," he added smartly. "Now let's walk to the training enclosure!" He kicked the black male's flanks and set him moving..

Matombo had seen the man riding Kumbo the previous day, but he had not reached the obvious conclusion that he too would be ridden. He felt a bit humiliated by having a human on his top, pulling his neck to right and left and kicking his ribs; besides, the weight on his back was not agreeable to bear. But Sean was enjoying the sensation of slowly breaking the huge male in; he entered the training area and made his mount stop.

The place was swarming with activiy. Four females were being ridden by young lads. Matombo was stunned to see the mares saddled and reined, circling the area in different speeds and learning how to obey their jockey's commands. Three wagons had been brought in; two mares had been harnessed to each, learning how to pull in a team. Sean said:

"You see, Matombo, we don't like laziness here. Now let's train!" Matombo felt the kick on his sides and began to circle the area. Sean gave him no time to think, changing directions quickly and pulling hard to make the centaur stop when he wanted him to. That went on for about one hour; Matombo was covered with sweat when Sean finally dismounted and let him rest for a while.

Then he jumped again on the centaur's back. This time Matombo was more used to that; he did not prance or buck. Sean smiled to himself and said:

"We will go to town now, Matombo. You are learning fast, I am proud of you!"

They left the farm. It was a ride of some miles until they arrived to the small town. Sean headed for the dairy shop that was selling his females' milk; he wanted to see if they could handle the larger amount he would be sending now. One of the males he had sold was attached to a ring on the pole in front of it. The man dismounted and passed Matombo's reins through another ring on the pole, clipping their ends with a small padlock, as the centaurs had hands and could easily undo a mere knot. He said:

"This is Congo. Now he belongs to another farm. How are you faring there, Congo?"

"Oh, master, it is very good there! I have plenty to eat!"

"Yes, Francisco is a good master," said Sean. Matombo was surprised to discover that he could not walk away from the pole and tried to pull off the collar from his neck.

Sean gave him a hearty slap on the rump. "Don't fumble with your collar, my friend. I attached it to the horse's pole to prevent any other human from taking you away. Now listen: you have to get used to wait for your master, like Congo here," said Sean. He watched the puzzled expression on the black face. "What do you answer - do you remember, Matombo?"

"Yes, master," was the reply. Sean felt his cock bulging in his pants at the vision of the big black male standing still by the pole, his thick neck firmly held by the snug collar, panting a bit from the effort of carrying him in a steady pace.

"You may drink from the horses' trough," said Sean. The centaur put his hands like a shell and drank; he wanted to rest, and soon engaged in a conversation with Congo. Their hoarse voices could be heard as Sean entered the shop. Francisco was going out from it, a bag on his hand. Sean took him aside and told him about the new herd.

"In two or three weeks, I will have mares for you. We have to make some arrangements before you can take them to your farm." He did not mention that the mares had to produce a huge amount of cream before he could dispose of them. "So, please wait for a call." Francisco nodded. He walked down the steps of the shop and patted Congo's rump; the centaur was telling Matombo about his new home, and Francisco heard his excited voice:

"And there is a lot of apples and carrots there!"

He took the reins from the pole and mounted Congo. Matombo saw as the man kicked the centaur's flanks; Congo started a hearty trot and they disappeared at the angle of the street. Matombo had never seen so many humans, and was somewhat nervous.

"It is all right," said Sean, caressing his chin. "They are friendly, but you have to respect them, as they are humans." He put his foot on the stirrup and mounted the centaur. "Now, back home!"

On the way back, Sean let the reins loose and let Matombo gallop freely, as he wanted to see his abilities as a runner. He was pleased; although the male was larger than Kumbo, he was swift and light when running. As they arrived to the farm, he sent the centaur to help his comrades with their work and went to the Cream Factory to see how things were going there.

He could not repress a smile as he sniffed a strong smell of centauress sex; loud whinnies filled the stable. About thirty of the new mares had been linked by their collars to the wall; their backs were turned to him. Under each tail, a flask was collecting the secretion that dripped from their cunts. They were quite wild, because their rings had been turned on to maximum force. Sean could see hind legs thumping, hands caressing waists, stomachs and tits, black torsos arching down or back, as the girls – "my girls," he thought – were being stimulated but not allowed to come.

Linda was there, watching each mare and adjusting her ring as needed. Her face was red, but her expression was one of sheer pleasure.

"I left out three of them, as they have entered their heat period," she said as Sean approached. "There are some splendid producers. Look at this one!" Sean came near and saw the flask almost full; the mare seemed taken by electric shocks, her whole body shaking in the effort to bring to an end the tension that dominated her. "Be careful, she may kick you!" said Linda.

She was taking down the names of the mares that had secreted more easily. "I think we should let these for producing cream," she said. "They also gave a lot of milk," she went on, and turned one mare's ring off.

"Quite well, Mukamba dear," she said. "Now you rest a bit!" She took the flask from her pussy and smelt it. She looked at the lines on it and read the graduation: "Almost half an ounce," she smiled, lapping the mare's swollen slit. "And her nectar tastes deliciously..."

Sean's cock was hard inside his pants as he watched the mare's pretty rear. She was exhausted; her breath could be heard as she bent her head over her left shoulder. Sean went around her and caressed her face, feeling the soft black skin on it. She had just given him more than one hundred dollars, and it was just the beginning...

"Thank you, Mukamba," he said, holding the pretty, black face on his hand. "You will be rewarded for this good work. Linda, please let her have her climax." Linda turned the mare's ring to maximum and watched as she shook her whole body, her eyes closed while wave after wave of stimulation reached her clitty. The other mares turned their heads to see what was happening. Sean lifted his voice:

"You all! Please hear what your master will tell you. You have been very helpful and I am very pleased with you. Mukamba here has done her work splendidly, so I decided that she will experience delightful sensations under her tail. When you do as well as she has done, you will be rewarded too." Mukamba sent a loud whine as her muscles contracted and let the pent-up tension explode in a strong orgasm. Then Linda turned the ring off and brushed her face; she was panting, trying to recover her breath. The females were stunned, and talked excitedly to each other while farm hands collected their flasks and led them back to their stalls.

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15. Stallions: a lesson in obedience

As Linda and Sean were going up the path to the main house to have lunch, they heard screams from the other side. They went quickly to see what was happening. One of the mares that had not been brought to the Cream Factory was standing, her eyes wide, as she watched two of the new males fighting. Kapanga's strong hands were on Banto's neck; Banto was kicking the air with his hind legs; he was trying to push Kapanga's body away from him to escape the grip that was suffocating him. A white foam was dripping from Kapanga's mouth, his face contorted in an expression of fury. It was a quite impressive scene.

Sean pressed at once the controller and the rings clasped around the base of the males' cocks. They stopped fighting and yelled in pain, their eyes blinking. Sean pressed the touch again.

"Stop that at once! What do you think you are doing?" he shouted. They looked at him in panic, screaming and bucking wildly as their sac was squeezed again. Sean took out his crop and walked towards them.

"Do you see this?" he said, as he flickered the crop in the air. "This can hurt, and I will have to use it on you if you don't behave as my centaurs should. Why did you do this?"

"He wanted to ride the mare I chose!" gasped Kapanga. He stepped aside in total surprise as Sean's crop swatted his rump.

"You say 'master" when you talk to me! And it is me who decides which male covers which mare in this farm!" The centaur brushed his rump and stared at Sean, his mouth showing his glaring teeth ready to bite. The man looked directly into the taur's eyes and waited for a few seconds, then smiled as Kapanga lowered his head to avoid the man's gaze. His nostrils opened and closed as he shivered because of the pain on his sac.

"Come here, both of you," said Sean briskly. "Lick my hand!"

Kapanga and Banto made an expression of amazement at that order. Sean took the controller again and pressed it to the maximum. The centaurs yelled again, their hands twisted in despair.

"You heard me. Both here, licking my hands!"

The males stretched their tongues and licked Sean's turned up palms.

"Good boys," said Sean. "If you do this another time, you will be punished, have you got that? I don't want to do it, but I will have to, if you force me by your bad behavior. You are owned centaurs now, and owned centaurs have manners! Now tell me, who do you belong to?"

The males were puzzled.

"You say, 'to Master', or the bad bug will bite you again!"

"To Master," said the centaurs. They were panting; Sean could sense their tense muscles as he caressed their heads.

"All right," he said, as he made a mental note to sell the troublemakers as soon as possible. He locked them in the stalls and went to have lunch with his friends.

That afternoon, the first mares of the new herd were covered. Sean gave them to Kumbo and Matombo, to show the other centaurs that he was respecting them as leaders of the herd; the third one went to Yoro, because he wanted the centaurs from his second batch to begin their career as breeders.

The girls were nervous: they had supposed that the males would come and play with them, courting them until their bid was accepted. That was the natural way of the forest. But instead, a human had come and taken them by their collars; they had been brought to this strange thing – they had heard the humans speak of it as a "holding cell" - and were locked inside it, their ankles attached to the bars of the cell. Then the males had been brought and their collars had been chained to a hook on the wall; Sean had left enough length for each the centaur to move over the mare that he would fuck, but not to attack him if things went wrong in some unpredictable way.

Kumbo was used to mate that way, but for Matombo and Yoro that was new. They were so blind with lust, though, that they did not seem to notice the long chain from their necks; their thick cocks were stretched to full extension as they entered the warm, inviting pussies in front of them.

Loud whinnies could be heard as the precious seed filled the mares' wombs. After the first time, they tried to close their legs and get out from the device, but it had been planned precisely to prevent that. Sean watched their clumsy efforts to turn around inside the cell, their heads turned back, their front legs thumping, the expression of surprise in their faces as they discovered that they could not go out. On the other hand, the grin on the males' faces showed that they were pleased to see how easy it was to penetrate the restrained females. They went ahead and inserted their penises into them, paying no attention to their evident discomfort.

Sean was not interested in what the mares could be feeling. It was just a step in the long chain of events that would end with a check in his hands on the day the foals would enter a cattle truck and be dispatched to work in some farm. Even if that day was still about a year away, he was excited at the prospect, and the sight of those black bodies mingled together, as the males hugged the females and thrust their glistening cocks inside them, was extremely pleasing to him. He was now confident enough to stay inside the mating stall and smell their musk; he liked to see the females well restrained by the holding cell, their rear exposed and their torsos arched as the males came time after time in their warm, inviting pussies.

When he felt sure that the mating was going on without incidents, Sean went to Kapanga´s stall. It was the centaurs´ second day in his farm, and he didn't want any problems with discipline. He could feel the hostility in the male's eyes.

"Come here, my friend! We have to talk."

"You are not my friend!" groaned Kapanga. "You hurt me!"

Sean looked directly into the centaur's eyes.

"I am your friend, but also your master. And if you don't come here now, the bug will bite you again," he said, taking the controller from his pocket. The centaur did not move. Sean pressed the "on" touch; Kapanga's eyes opened wide, his tongue stretched, as he let escape a growl of pain. He gasped and bucked, trying to stop the pressure at the base of his cock.

"Come here, and the bug will stop biting you."

Kapanga made a step in his direction. Sean released the touch on the controller. The other males had come to the low wall dividing the stalls and were watching keenly. Sean spoke softly:

"The bug is very angry because you behaved so badly, Kapanga. You have to understand that we have rules here. When I say 'come', you come, is that clear? Now, come!"

The centaur made some more steps towards the man.

"Good," said Sean, and he caressed Kapanga's shoulder. "You are learning. I know it is a big change from your life in the forest, but you have to see that it is a fair deal. I gave you these nice stables, a fine necklace, as much food as you may eat, and in return you will do as I tell you under any circumstances. Is that clear?"

"Yes," said Kapanga. Sean showed him the controller:

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, master," Kapanga hurried to say the word that seemed to calm down the man.

"Very well! If you remember who I am and do what I say, I will not be angry with you. Now I want to show you my affection. You noticed that Kumbo and Ximbo have no hair on their heads, because this makes them even more beautiful. I will also shave this fleece from your head, so that you look as beautiful as they are. Do you want me to?"

Kapanga was confused. He could sense that the human had some strange power, but he could not understand what it was. He certainly did not want to be behind any male in beauty, and, if the other centaurs had received something, he wanted that too for himself. And that pain in his sac! He would do everything to avoid that horrible sensation. He nodded and bent his head towards Sean.

The farmer took the razor from his pocket. He brushed the centaur's head with water and shaving cream and carefully shaved his skull bare. The touch of the rough scalp under his hand was pleasing, but the best was the glorious sensation of power that filled him at the sight of the centaur's bent head, his chin on his left hand, as he passed the razor in short movements over the well-formed head.

Next it was Matombo's turn. He walked with dignity to the front of his stall and let his master shave his skull. Sean could sense his tense muscles as the razor cut his curly hair off, leaving bare a bright, black scalp. Banto was also shaved; Sean wanted the new males to acknowledge his authority, and this was a good way to press into their minds who their new master was.

After the shave, he spent some time touching their bodies: he rubbed their shoulders and chests, palpating the strong muscles under the shining black skin; he touched cock heads and shafts, and played a bit with the big sacs. At first the centaurs manifested some surprise, but Sean offered them apples and carrots. He took his time on Kapanga, feeling his enormous balls inside them. He said:

"It is ok, Kapanga. If you are a good boy as you are now, and let your master touch you as much as I please, you will be allowed to cover the mares and have all the apples you want." He made the taurs repeat several times the expressions 'yes, master', 'no, master', 'please, master', 'thank you, master'. It was music to his ears. Finally he decided it was enough for the day, and went up to the house. Another day had passed, and it had been busy enough.