“Jensen, come over here, please,” Kamal ordered.
Heart pounding in my throat, I took one last longing look at Luke and walked to where Kamal had opened one of the drawers of the cabinet.
Kamal took two objects from the drawer and placed them on a clean table beside the cabinet. Then he plunked a large jar beside the objects and opened the lid.
“Cover them with the stuff. I want these to slide in easily,” he said, glancing at the ponyboys. “Well, as easily as possible, anyway.”
I stared at the objects.
“You’ve seen a butt plug before, Jensen?”
“Sure,” I lied, feeling out of my depth but determined to fake it. I’d heard of them, but never seen one.
Kamal passed me a box full of latex gloves, and I pulled two out. As I drew them onto my shaking hands, I watched Kamal do the same.
Then I looked at the objects again. “Are you going to—”
“Yes.” Kamal said bluntly. “Hurry up. I haven’t got all day.”
I nodded, scooping a handful of white cream from the jar and coating one of the large plugs with the stuff, trying not to touch the handsome tail. They really were quite clever, and I could imagine what they would look like once inserted. When I’d finished coating both with generous amounts of lube, Kamal picked one up.
“Bring the other and follow me. I’ll do one and you’ll do the other. Part of your job will be preparing the ponyboys for special performances where they will need to be fully decked out. As you can imagine, these plugs aren’t exactly comfortable, especially when the ponyboys are required to be active. But they look so very pretty.” Kamal grinned at me as he moved to the nearest ponyboy and placed a gloved hand on his pale backside. “This is Ben.”
I resisted the urge to laugh hysterically as I stood beside Kamal, holding a lubed butt plug horse tail. “Uh-huh. He’s very…well-proportioned.”
Kamal grinned as he slid the tip of the plug down the man’s ass crack as the man in question made a whimpering sound. “Open for me, Pony.”
If I thought too much about this, I wouldn’t be able to continue. I had to distance myself from the reality of what I was about to do. Never in a million years would I have believed I would be called upon to insert a butt-plug horse tail into a complete stranger’s ass, by another complete stranger, during a job interview.
I had to think like a stable hand and believe I was learning new skills as a handler of a very unique breed of human horse. Sure, the act was sexual. It couldn’t not be sexual, considering I was attracted to men and here were two magnificent specimens of manhood, certainly. But at this moment, the two attractive men wanted to be horses, and who was I to deny them? This was their space, and I’d come into this environment unexpectedly and a little naively. But I wouldn’t ruin the experience because I was too conventional to think outside the box.
Because I most certainly wasn’t. I could see what was going on here, and I supported everything I’d observed. I certainly didn’t believe there was anything wrong with the expression of a fetish. In fact, this fetish fascinated and aroused me, but if I thought about that too much, I wouldn’t be able to function either. So, I watched Kamal’s actions and pretended to be a stable hand learning a new skill, instead of the participant in a strange sexual ritual. Even though both were true.
Ben widened his stance as Kamal moved the tip of the well-lubed device to the wrinkled skin of Ben’s anus. “Firm but gentle,” he said, rubbing the nub against the man’s hole and nudging steadily until the object began to push in. He kept up an even pressure as the rubber tip sank deeper and deeper into the man’s backside. Ben gasped as the largest part went in and groaned as his hole closed around the neck of the flange, holding everything inside. The black horsehair cascaded from the pale globes of Ben’s ass down over his muscular thighs.
Kamal removed his gloves and arranged the fall of hair carefully, tickling the delicate skin of his charge with deliberate intent as he did. “Very nice. Now go stand beside Luke and Adam.”
Ben groaned as he straightened and walked slowly to the other side of the arena.
“Okay, Jensen. Your turn. While I’m sure you never had to do anything like this in your previous employment, you might as well learn what being a stable hand at the BCR is all about. And decide if you really want to be here.”
I nodded. “Right. Sure.” There was no way I was backing down, though this was the weirdest fucking job interview I’d ever had.
“This is Hunter. He’s from New York.”
“Hey Hunter. I apologize in advance if this bothers you at all. I’ll be careful.” I was as shocked as anyone at the calm and competent tone of my voice, but it reassured me I could do this job and do it well. I was still faking my comfort level, but I was determined to succeed.
The ponyboy named Hunter chuckled and stuck his ass out farther as if he couldn’t wait to be the object of my inexperience.
Kamal nodded. “Nice. Okay, put one hand on his ass, so he knows where you are.”
Hunter’s skin was warm and comforting. Before Kamal said anything else, I repeated the trainer’s actions and slid the tip of the plug down Hunter’s crack until it rested against his pink pucker. I knew my way around a guy’s asshole, at least, even if I’d never done exactly this. My breathing picked up as I carefully pressed the plug against the strong muscle.
Hunter sighed as the muscle yielded and the plug began to sink in. I kept a firm pressure, as I’d seen Kamal do, and managed to seat the plug smoothly while the muscles of Hunter’s buttocks quivered in a fascinating way.
I looked at Kamal for approval and saw the handsome man staring at me in some surprise. “Have you done this before? Have you plugged a man before?”
I gulped and blushed. “Not exactly. But the technique seems straightforward.”
