InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ LEMON: Pony Boy Miroku ( Chapter 56 )

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If you don't know what a pony boy is, you better go look it up on wikipedia. Even better, go read Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty series under the name A.N. Roquelaure and you will figure out what a pony boy is in a hurry....yummy Tristan.... yummie yaoi pony boys...

 

If you are offended by what a pony boy is good for, then you will want to skip this chapter cause Miroku is gonna make the best damn pony boy! Go Kuza! Go!!

 

 

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Three days. Three very long days. The estate was all but cleared out now except for Jaken and his...frog thing...and Sakan and the other little tanuki who kept up the kitchen...and then there were the girls. Those four long legged evil things who tempted him with flashes of their ankles and graceful necks.

 

The names of these vile temptresses? Kuza, Hiza, Hin and Hina.

 

When Miroku would sit on the ramparts, they would walk through the courtyard below. When he would enter the main hall, they would trapse down the walkways. When he would go to the kitchen for something to eat, they would flitter by the porch. When he would sit on the south wall, they would bathe in the moat below, just far enough away that he could make out their naked shapes. They were making his life a living hell.

 

He had been ordered by Hizumeha to stay away from their chambers unless called.

 

This was Miroku torture.

 

On the third evening his long awaited moment came. Little Hin, the one who looked barely older than Rin came silently to his bed chamber. She was dressed in a simple yukata and socks, her hair down and flowing past the small curve of her buttocks. She only came up to his nipple, a tiny thing. Miroku remembered that she was the little screamer of the bunch, the one who couldn't keep her mouth from yelling “more, more, more” and he smiled big when he saw her.

 

She gave him a small bow and he bowed in return. Saying only “come” she led him silently down the halls, him walking a few steps behind her. When he tried to talk to her she turned and gave him a look of frustration and so he quickly buttoned his lips.

 

When she got to the first door of the women's ward, she locked the door behind her. He thought that curious because there was no one else in the wing, but didn't say a word. He didn't want her to give him that look again or spoil getting his fun with them. No since arguing over a locked door. Coming to the same room as before, she ordered him to take off his clothes and helped him.

 

Her little hands almost gave him the creeps. Seeing this she told him that she was a pony. Her whole family was small and young looking. This gave him a sigh of relief. He loved women, but not little girls.

 

Little did he know, he was going to be a pony too.

 

When all of his things were taken from him, except for the cloth and beads over his hand, she asked him to get on his knees. “I want to comb your hair, and I can't reach if you do not kneel,” she told him, pulling out a small comb from within the folds of her kimono. Miroku complied and got on his knees, his hands trying to cover the erection he was already sporting. Just the thought of being with the girls tonight excited him.

 

All four of them to himself.

 

By the Kami he was a lucky bastard.

 

The comb dragged through his short strands along with her dainty little fingers. She brushed it back and fussed with it then made little “tsk tsk” noises.

 

That was when things got silly in a hurry. Kuza heard the que and opened the door. Hin kicked him in the ass, knocking him into the room. Hiza put her foot over his back. “Hello Miroku. How are you this evening?”

 

Miroku couldn't believe what just happened. He was laying on his stomach, his arms spread out before him to catch his fall and there were three naked women standing around him wearing leather strapping.

They were wearing harnesses like horses. Duh. They were horses.

 

“uh...well? And you?”

 

Kuza crouched down before him, her legs spread wide open not more than two feet from his nose as she perched on the balls of her feet. “I'm only going to ask this once,” she said, trailing her finger along his cheek and rubbing his bottom lip with her thumb seductively. “Do you want to be our love slave?”

 

Mesmerized by the clean shaved pussy before him, all he could do was nod his head. He wasn't thinking at all.

 

“Will you be obedient to the rules set down by our lord and master?”

 

“Uh..what rules?”

 

“No falling in love. No hanyous. Hizumeha gets top priority.”

 

That seemed fine with him. After all, his heart still belonged to Sango and he really wanted normal human children from her. And Hizumeha...he grinned when he thought of him. He could fuck Hizumeha all he wanted and would never get any hanyous out of him. He nodded his head in agreement.

 

“Good,” Kuza said turning away and standing up. “Ladies, you know what to do with him.” Miroku gasp as strong hands lifted him up to standing, one demon on each arm holding him steady. Hin walked around the front of him and disrobed, dressed much the same as everyone else. With an evil grin she pulled pulled back the covers off the bed and the man let out a gasp. Laid out in neat rows were all manner of sexual toys. He had never seen so many in one place. Now he knew why Hizumeha's wives had taken so long to pack for the trip. They probably had to inventory all their things.

 

Hin picked up a length of red silk rope and smiled. Such an evil smile on such a young looking face. It gave him the chills. Kuza sat back on carved mahogany chair and propped her leg up over the side, and Miroku couldn't help but the drawn to the line of her butter colored skin going up to dark red flushed lips. So what if Hin was tying rope around his neck. So what if Hin was tying shibori diamonds over his skin.

 

The little liar. She could reach him just fine.

 

Kusa rose and admired Hin's handy work. The red lines going around his neck, down his chest, around his crotch and back up again, passing through loops made in the cord and then brought forward to the front again to dress him in a harness of sorts. She slipped a finger under a cord near his nipple and tugged, checking the tightness of it. When she withdrew her finger, she followed the lines around, dragging a lazy nail over his skin, giving him shivers. She nodded to the others and sat back down, letting them do the same thing to him. Six hands rubbed his skin all over, up and down, over and over, playing under the ropes, around the ropes and over the ropes. His skin grew flush and his cheeks blushed.

 

He felt like he was on display, an item at a store to be fondled and admired by any passing customer. He wasn't far from wrong.

 

Nodding her head again, Kuza watched as Hin and Hiza grabbed his arms and then tied them behind his back, lacing them through the red silk harness with additional rope. Miroku tried to struggle weakly, but their combined strengths were no match for him and he knew it. In his mind he had two warring feelings. The first was that he was snagged and helpless, the ropes making him loose further and further control of the evening. He had thought himself the strong male lover of four needy women, but now he was finding himself their play thing. The other thought that countered that was that here he was, play thing to four sexy women. Why complain? He was obviously going to get some and so were they. All four of them. Four women. Four beautiful, clean shaven pussies darting around the room. Count them. Four. One, two, three and four. He could put up with some rope for four orgasms tonight.

 

Make that eight. Four of his own, one for each of them.

 

Miroku started to smile to himself and it wasn't lost on Kuza. His nipples were hard, his dick was standing tall, his face was looking rather dreamy. Leaving her throne and standing before him, she grabbed his hair and bent him forward so that his mouth could lick at her breasts. Miroku complied so easily, like a hungry animal.

 

He could feel this hands all him again, rubbing down his back and then stroking his cock teasingly as Kuza's nipple hardened into a giant pea in his mouth. With his hands tied behind his back he couldn't just grab her breast like he wanted to, but had to lean forward to keep hold of it with his mouth. He could feel the rope that climbed up between his ass cheeks tugged at and wanted to turn his head to look, but with her breast so deep in his mouth he couldn't tear himself away.

 

Hin's little fingers rubbed ointment all over his crack, the other girls pulling his ass cheeks open. “Now be a good boy and relax,” he heard right before those little fingers pushed inside him. With a squeal he bit down on Kuza's breast and she gave out a hearty sigh, her fingers grabbing at his hair and holding him still.

 

The mares wouldn't let him move, Kuza controlling his head, Hina and Hiza holding him upright and Hin at his backside. When he felt a hard push with something larger he squealed again, biting the breast in his mouth even harder than before. Kuza only started panting hard, turned on by the rough play.

 

She smiled and took a step back, allowing Miroku to look down between his knees. A long horse tail brushed against the backs of his legs and realized then that he had a dildo up his ass attached to it, the red rope keeping it in place. Hin grabbed the rope at the back of his neck and forced him to stand up straight. Kisses were planted all over him by the three girls as his reward while Kuza sat back in her chair to watch. Kisses to his neck, kisses to his ears, kisses to his nipples and belly. Lips were covering him everywhere...everywhere except where he really wanted them.

 

He started to sigh and relax into it, their greedy mouths covering him in delightful sensations that voided the stretching feeling at his backside. “Why have you done this to me,” he weakly asked, feeling a weakness in his limbs he could not describe within his own mind.

 

“You are our slave, but we are Hizumeha's. He wants you ready for him when he returns.”

 

A wave of heat flushed over him at the understanding. His lover wanted to fuck him up the ass some more, bringing him to that strange state of fullness and completion. Miroku's face deepened an even further shade of red and his dick twitched and grew harder at the thought. He squeezed his butt cheeks and felt the hardness within him and it gave him a perverse delight.

 

The things were cleared off the bed, things even Miroku hadn't seen before and didn't have time to inspect before Hiza was laid down on her back and he was pushed between her legs to service her with his mouth. Hina held his body at the correct angle for him to work, one arm holding his bound arms while the other under the weight of his chest. He sighed contently, setting to his work.

 

Hiza was a dark chestnut color, her black hair falling over skin like warm chocolate. Her eyes were a dark brown to match. Deep burgundy lips laid open before him as he licked her up and down, running his tongue up and between the folds. When she began to breath deeply, her hands drawing along the insides of her own legs, he suckled her clitoris into his mouth and began to sing for him. A hand snaked up between his legs too, massaging his balls and making him squirm his hips around, trying hard to get some attention to his cock.

 

Those thoughts about being a poor helpless slave went right out the window. Helpless slave wasn't so helpless. Helpless slave was getting hornier by the second and feeling mighty fine. The smell of pussy filled his nose and her wetness was all over his face. How quickly having cunnilingus erased all doubts in his mind.

 

Hiza started crying out, needing something more than just the licking tongue on the outside. The women would not deny her and pulled Miroku off her, standing him up to watch as they finished her off with their faces and fingers before him. He twisted and turned, trying to get his hands loose so he could join in the fun, but couldn't. He could only stand there with his tailed dildo up his ass and his erection turning a deep shade of purple-red. Hiza came in a quick thrash, her head leaned back to expose her neck, Hin and Hina's heads covering up her private region from his view. Dammit.

 

The two girls pulled their freshly fucked sister-wife up and set her before Miroku's aching dick. It was her turn to work. She drowsily nuzzled him with her cheekbones, rubbing his pre-come all over her face. He steadied his legs and looked down with deep interest.

 

Her mouth was suddenly the best thing he ever felt, the hour's teasing had brought him to a state of deep need and wanting. He thrust into her face after she covered him with her flushed and juicy red lips, her hand snaked around his balls and tugging on them down. It was a divine torture, one that quickly found completion in the depths of her mouth, white cream sprayed in the back of her throat as she swallowed. His body seemed to crumple under the explosions.

 

Miroku fell to his knees, almost falling even more without his arms to balance him. It was Hina's youkai strength holding him by the ropes that kept him from hurting himself. “Don't think you're done yet,” one of the girls said, throwing him on the bed face first then rolling him over. The bed pushed up on the dildo, spearing him even harder and he gave out a moan.

 

Hin tied his feet to the corners, taking the length of rope under the futon and bringing it to the opposite corner where she ran it into the rope harness and crossed it under the mattress again back to the other foot. His legs were spread eagle and he could not turn over. It was Hin and Hina's turn to play.

 

With a horse whip Hin picked up off the floor, she tapped at the skin of his legs. When he started to fuss she told Hina to gag him. Miroku now couldn't move, couldn't say anything and certainly could not resist. “Don't worry slave,” she said, teasing his dick back into stiffness with the end of the whip, “I won't hurt you too badly. You still have to please Kuza yet.”

 

He rolled his eyes over to the head mare who still sat in her chair quietly, that one leg draped over the arm and her pussy dripping wet and glistening. He gave out an exhaustive breath. Four...count them four...was he going to make it through the night?

 

He was going to because Hin was a little freak. When his dick was good and stiff again, she bound the head of it hard with a thin cord. He couldn't ejaculate now if he tried. Miroku screamed under the gag, thrashing his head back and forth, only stopping when Hiza climbed on board and started fucking him fast and furiously, her girlfriend Hin beating her back with the whip above him. He settled and watched the umayoukai grind and pump him, sharp slaps over her back and ass as Hin beat and beat at her. She came quickly, her fantasies revealed and fulfilled. Disgusted Hin pushed her over and stood over Miroku, inspecting his cock and making sure the bindings were still find and in place.

 

It was almost purple, the veins popping hard against his skin. “If you haven't figured it out, slave,” she said. “I'm not as young and inexperienced as I look.”

 

Miroku nodded yes, his eyes starting to panic when she grabbed up his balls and started tying them up too. “I also have a thing for rope.”

 

He wanted to say “really?” but the gag in his mouth only made it come out “heee-heeem?” Hin just laughed, slapping his dick back and forth with her hand and making it redder. “You're so funny,” she said.

 

He just laid his head back and rolled his eyes.

 

He looked back when Hin mounted him and started pinching her nipples hard, drawing a little blood. She started with a slow rhythm, her pussy the tightest thing he had ever felt. No wonder Hizumeha liked her little pony body. It was a torture devise all in itself.

 

The two women who had already come climbed up and knelt on either side of Hin and supported her up, keeping her spine erect so that Miroku could see the whole show as she succumbed to the penis that was in her. Getting close she pulled up and shoved him up her ass, the two women fingering her as Miroku watched in total fascination. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy and he disparately wanted to come, the locking of her muscles over him drawing him out to a place he wanted to go but just couldn't reach. thrusting up into her, the dildo hit at his prostate gland and he could feel the aching swelling in his body of all it's fluids not being able to release. It hurt, but he couldn't help but keep thrusting, wanting some kind of finish.

 

Hin started shivering, her moans growing louder and turning into screams. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder you stupid slave! Fuck me!”

 

Miroku pushed harder and harder, his ass lifting off the mattress four and five inches, her little pony body being thrown into the air then crashing down hard against his tied up prick. “Harder,” she would scream as the women put three and four fingers into her, pinching her clit and pulling it out, twisting it roughly and biting her tits. He had never seen anything so mean and dirty in his life and he wanted to cause her pain, pain that she loved and craved. Pain that would bring her release.

 

When Kuza appeared behind her and twisted her arms up behind her, she rocketed into an orgasm the likes Miroku had never seen. “Fuck you Bitch!” she cried as her body twitched and flailed, her spine twisting back and exposing her sex squirting it's juices around the girls' fingers. His abdomen covered in clear slick liquid, his pubic hair drenched. Kuza pulled Hin's little body off him like she weighed nothing and threw her up against the wall. Hin only liked it and laughed, her legs continuing to twitch. “You're such a pain slut.” Kuza told her, wiping up Miroku's skin with the sheet then slowly releasing the cords over his crotch.

 

Miroku sighed and relaxed. His dick started turning back to a normal color but still hurting from want of an orgasm. She sat back down in her chair and watched the other girls untie him from the bed. “I want him on his knees,” she ordered him. Forcefully they brought him before her and pushed him down. “Take off the gag.”

 

“Lick my foot.” she said, putting her toes up to his mouth. He ran his tongue over his teeth, trying to get the taste of the gag out of his mouth, swallowing his saliva before he dare attempt licking her foot. Closing his eyes, he licked the top of her foot.

 

“Lick it again,” she said, dropping it to the floor before him. Miroku carefully knelt over so as not to fall over and licked the top of it again. “Good boy. Do you know what you are?” she asked him, watching his eyes move up from her foot to her crotch and staying there. Miroku shook his head no. “You are a pony boy. Do you know what pony boys are good for?” Again he shook his head no. Kuza smiled. She was going to have fun with this.

 

Kuza mounted over him, her crotch laid over his waist, his bound arms above. The three women laid down in the bed together to watch the show, Miroku's ass pointed at them as he sat on his shins, bent over with Kuza over the top of him. He laid his forehead on the floor and closed his eyes, feeling her wetness on the skin of his back. Kuza reached round and slapped his ass, making him jolt and give out a yell.

 

“Pony boys are good for beating?” he whimpered as she twisted the dildo in his ass.

 

“Oh yes. Pony boys are good for lots of things.” A second slap was heard in the room along with another yelp. He felt the movement of the dildo being twisted round and round and it made him shutter, the pleasant sensation sniffled with another slap to his ass. After another two slaps, she stood up and turned around, squishing his face and chest into the floor, his ass before her to rape and pillage. With one hand she continued spanking him, with the other she started pumping him slowly. Miroku stared crying and moaning with hitched breaths.

He wanted to come and she wouldn't let him. Every time he got near she would stop moving the dildo and would deliver harder spankings, making pain over come pleasure and then reversing the trend. He was going insane and started to beg, asking her to end it. “Please Kuza...just make me come.”

 

Kuza laughed. “That's mistress to you, slave.”

 

“Please Mistress Kuza, make me come.”

 

“Nope,” she said, giving him a final slap on the ass and lifting off him. “Rise up on your knees,” she ordered.

 

Miroku lifted his head and looked to find her. She was bent over and picking up something off the floor, her wetness down to her knees. He smiled to himself, giggled almost. She wanted this just as much as he wanted to come. He wondered if Hizumeha ever submitted to her. Thinking that he probably didn't, he grinned even bigger. He probably pleased her more than her husband did.

 

He was blind folded and his hands released. She allowed him to rub his hands and arms together to get the feeling back. For what seemed like an anxious eternity he sat alone in the darkness of the blind fold, waiting for what ever came next.

 

Miroku screamed when she whipped him across the back suddenly, the feeling of the lash scaring him more than hurting. He went to pull the blind fold off, but got another lash instead and a barked order to hold still. “If you're a good pony I'll let you fuck me. Now hold still,” Kuza hissed.

 

The monk had a dilemma. He needed release. He needed to get rid of the heat in his loins, the hurting deep inside from all the denial. He needed to press into something and explode into it. Kuza was offering him that release, but only if he did what she said. Running his fingers though his hair and finally settling his hands over his ears he decided to hold still for her. He was already blind because of the blindfold, and now he was going to be deaf too. Kuza whipped him again one more time and then stopped, frustrated that he submitted so easily. She had wanted to hear him scream. The man would do anything for pussy.

 

But smiling to herself, that was also good.

 

She wondered what he would do for cock. Putting on a strap on dildo, she stood before him and forced open his mouth. “You need to learn how to suck off a man,” she said, thrusting it into his face and watching him try to pedal backwards. “Now, now slave. Is Hizumeha's good enough but not mine?” She grabbed hold of his hair and started forcing him over it, watching him struggle and start to cry. “Yes, yes,” she moaned, “I want to see those tears pony boy.”

 

Miroku put his hands on her thighs and relaxed his jaw, all the while crying. He wasn't crying because his face was being abused by a hard wooden dick, but because his body hurt so bad. He was getting blue balls, his organ swelling and growing painful. Kuza was making his life a miserable hell. He started sobbing and then had to wipe his cheeks, pulling the blind fold off and using it to dry his face.

 

Kuza felt sorry for him then. He was pretty miserable. “You've been a good pony. Now you can have your reward”. Placing the whip in his hand, she bent before him, putting her raw ass up to him and holding on to her ankles.

 

Miroku almost didn't know what to do. Had he been a good boy? Really? “Fuck her!” Hin yelled from the back of the room. “Fuck her like the bitch she really is!”

 

“Yeah Slave!” Hina added, “Put that whip up her ass! Fuck her pussy till she cries like a baby!”

 

He had forgotten there was an audience in all of this, and their sudden cheering made him feel like quite the stud. Throwing the whip down he mounted her, grabbing her leather harness and ramming into her hard. Kuza gasp and he grit his teeth. All that waiting and suffering had been worth it. She was going to submit before him. She was going to cry out like songbird.

 

Miroku hammered into her, not caring how she felt. All he wanted to was to come, to find that final completion. He could hear the smacking of his body against hers as she screamed below him, pulling her cheeks apart for him and letting him claim her tight wet hole. The girls kept cheering him on behind him, the horse tail waiving between his legs. He could feel it all inside him like someone had a grip on his heart and they were finally letting go, his body's muscles winding up into a ramming piston of fury.

 

Suddenly the girls all jumped him from behind, grabbing him and pulling him off Kuza. “No hanyous! No hanyous!” they cried, pushing him to the floor and covering him with their fingers and mouths so that he wouldn't come inside Kuza. Grabbing the head that was suddenly fucking his dick he pounded into her, not caring as hungry kisses assaulted his mouth, neck and chest. He was in his heavenly place now, three women devoted to him and only him. He could feel it start below and violently take him over. He lost control of consciousness and passed out.

 

Kuza sat in a pile finishing herself off, angry that the others had pulled him away before she got hers. Snarling her lips, she would get them back for it later.

 

Miroku woke up surrounded by sleeping women. They had taken all the ropes off him but left the tail. Now that he was not in a wound up sexual tension it felt really odd, but he dare not take it out now. He was pinned by their naked bodies in a pile on the bed. Kuza on his right and Hin next to her. Hina and Hiza on his left. Kuza looked up and smiled at him, gave him a very loving kiss on his lips and settled back down, her head curled up over his chest. He rubbed her hair and enjoyed the feel of it.

 

When he closed his eyes to go back to sleep, he felt her fingers play with the head of his cock, teasing him into another erection. When he started to thrust up into her hand and bit his bottom lip she snickered and turned over, telling his sorry slave ass to go back to sleep. He swallowed hard and rolled his eyes. She was such a fucking prick tease. Turning and running his hand down her lean body, he treated her in kind, getting her near the point of completion then turning over, taking Hina up against his body and going back to sleep.

 

Turn about was fair play.

 

She had taught him that.