Jackerman Horse Novels & Stories

I almost screamed over the loud cheerings. "None! Because I know who is gonna win," he shouted back, beside Tess. "Really? Which one?" I ducked away from Tess's elbow. She was leaping with cheerings. "Jordan. He is a winner," he replied. "How do you know? It can be a different one this time." His brown eyes locked with me. "I know because my cousin never loses. And that-" he pointed towards the horse that was now slightly ahead of the Cage. Even a white one now was giving them competition, "-is Achilles' horse. He always bets on Jordan."

Amidst the sea of sweaty bodies, one figure stood out-a tall, muscular white man with a tribal tattoo snaking up his neck, a telltale sign of his true identity. Lukas, the infamous p**n star known as "The White Horse," was in the house. His 10-inch cock was legendary, and his love for black women was the stuff of fantasy. But tonight, he wasn't here for work. He was here to let loose, to dance, and to maybe find a willing partner to satisfy his carnal desires.

Tsk, what was I thinking? "Trust me!" He convinced me, so I gave in. I put down the basket and stepped onto the saddle. He helped me climb up, and thankfully, I managed to get on okay. But this jerk of a horse wouldn't stand up straight. He kept bending his front leg. Ryker and I made eye contact, I had no idea why Maro, the horse's name, was doing this. "I think... he wants me to join you, Binibini." "You sure?"

Usually, it’s something totally different, but with Dash, we just shortened it. Valentine’s registered name is “Love comes Quickly” and Thunder’s is “Ahead of the Storm.” “Do you want to ride too?” I ask Ronnie. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt and boots. “Sure.” Without having to be asked, Jake grabs a saddle and proceeds to put it on Dragon, Ronnie’s favorite horse. “Are you ready for the race tomorrow?” Ronnie asks. “I have a good feeling about this new jockey,” I say. “You got a new jockey?” Ronnie looks surprised.

“Yes!” Julian laughed and brought the black horse closer to me, causing me to step back, almost feeling myself pale. Damn it! Calm down, Ana! You’re embarrassing yourself. “This is Hulk, owned by Don Martin. He is one of the gentle horses here,” Julian said with a smile. I just smiled back at him. “You can hold him because he is gentle. You will easily get along with him once you ride him. Don Martin told us that you can ride any horse you want, even though he owns them.”

"I mean what do you expect from me and what kind of session" "I think I will ask for the wooden horse: it is a kind of wooden plank you sit on, and it crushes your genital. I would like the two of us to be tied together, or you to be at my side to support me" the experimental slave explained. Karen knew what the wooden horse would be. "I am a novice, perhaps I can be tied with you on that wooden horse, but having an easier session than yours?" Karen asked. "Of course" Carmen confirmed.

It was an extremely dangerous scene! In the distance, Jeremy—who was riding on a horse while preparing for a race with Zeke and the others—turned around when he heard the neigh and laid eyes on the heart-stopping spectacle. His pupils shrank, and he immediately rode his black, pure-breed horse over.

You aren't getting off that easy, at least not while I'm taking care of you. LonelyGirl: What are you going to do? Make me ride your stallion? 🐎 LimberJack: Once you ride me, you'll never want to ride anything else again. Horses or whatever else you can think of sugar 😉 LonelyGirl: Why? LimberJack: Because I'm a beast in the sheets, sweetheart. I plan on finding you and showing you why. A riding crop might be necessary since you're questioning my abilities. LonelyGirl: Maybe I want you to ride me. Riding crop and all. 🏇🏻

Jack, Leonardo, and I joined the others at the back of my childhood home. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. You need to get one of your guys to get a few bottles of fine whiskey from town. Get those back here as offerings if you want your stay to be enjoyable." I grinned at him. He paused his step while still resting his hand on my back. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jack was leading the stallion towards the stables to have him settled with the rest of the horses. "Emilie!" Shirtless Sam and shirtless Danny both came walking my way from the barn area.

“I don’t like chaos but you seem to enjoy it.” “I do. And this chaos was brought to us by Red Moon. We are playing their game.” My claws left their place. “This horse has been tormented.” The temper it had and the unusual breathing, they had mingled a spirit with it’s own. Like an injured horse. He only needs saving. I slashed his neck forcefully, dragging him down. Jaden went back in surprised. The horse began shaking till it bled to death. It didn’t take long, it was already a walking corpse.