Brian then placed Trey’s gag and stepped back, observing the three bound men. “Dammit. I am sure going to miss this. Okay,” Brian said, looking at me, “I’ll do T’s left wrist and you do his right.”
I had to mentally shake myself out of the trance I was falling into and concentrate on what Brian was saying. I moved between Callum and Trey and helped Brian attach the man’s wrists to the ceiling. I tried to ignore the three semi-erect penises, waving free and ready at the moment.
But I soon had to look at them while Liv and Brian coaxed them into the steel cages, snug enough to keep them from becoming fully erect, but loose enough so their semi-hardness became a tantalizing visual, and the metal ring around their testicles kept them high and tight.
Seeing the three men caged and swelling through the bars was enough to give me a pretty good erection of my own.
“These can be tricky. I’ll have you put one on Callum tomorrow, but we’re a little behind this morning,” Brian said cheerily. “Though they are expected to shave their faces at the bunkhouse before their shift, we shave this area every few days because pubic hair caught in the bars can be painful.”
I pointed at the devices. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
Brian grinned. “Well, besides looking amazing, these help the trainers maintain control. We always put them on, but the trainers can remove them whenever they want. The ponyboys—well, most of them—do as they’re told, hoping the cage comes off sooner rather than later.”
My mind tried to wrap around this concept while my body let me know exactly what it thought about the whole idea of trapping a man’s genitals to motivate him to behave. I gulped and nodded. I figured I’d be introduced to many things I’d never seen before here at the BCR.
Liv gave Noah a soft pat on the backside, then turned on the showerhead above him while Brian did the same for the others. The ponyboys sighed and tilted their heads back under the running water, enjoying the sensuous feeling.
I couldn’t help staring at the three gagged men, with their arms extended, genitals captured in the steel cages, and hot water running over their athletic bodies, while I tried to get my own unruly cock under control. Thank God I had jeans on today. What would I do when I only had a pair of athletic shorts on in the grooming barn? Maybe they sold cock cages in the gift shop, and I could get one for myself.
“Here, you work with Callum today. He won’t mind an unpracticed hand.”
Liv chuckled. “Knowing Callum, he’ll love it.”
Brian laughed and passed me an oval loofah with a strap on the back for my hand. “Oh definitely. Okay, Jensen, now loofah the crap out of him, staying away from his delicate bits, of course. We’ll do those later with a soft cloth.”
Following Liv’s lead, I poured a generous amount of body wash over Callum’s wide shoulders that dripped down his body, spreading over him while I soaked the loofah in the hot water before I pressed it gently against his broad back.
Callum gazed at me with wary brown eyes and shifted, giving me easier access. Interesting to see the loudmouthed man from the bunkhouse submitting willingly to my careful treatment. I imagined this was the very reason for Callum’s behavior in a place where he was free to be himself. His arrogance had been a defense mechanism in the sense he’d known today would involve a different dynamic he was helpless to avoid.
I felt invigorated as I began moving the loofah in circular motions against Callum’s skin. This part of my job felt familiar though this activity involved naked men rather than horses. I concentrated on finding the right pressure and making sure I gave my charge the pleasure of a thorough grooming. This appeared to be a cherished part of the daily ritual and must feel very good at the beginning of a long day during which you might be expected to do a number of not-so-pleasant activities.
I glanced beside me and saw Brian and Liv working hard at rubbing down Trey and Noah. I began to feel more confident as I finished with Callum’s back and moved onto his chest and belly area. It was impossible not to examine the man closely while I worked, and my cock throbbed in response to the seductive visuals and the scent of testosterone and clean bodies.
“You’re doing very well, Jensen,” Liv commented. I glanced over to see Noah practically leaning into Liv’s practiced caresses.
“Thanks. I mean, it’s not a curry comb, but I can deal.”
Callum shifted in his cuffs, his eyes coming up to meet mine and then darting away again. Unlike Luke’s, Callum’s eyes were a deep, dark brown. My heart skipped a beat, but I concentrated on bringing Callum’s backside to a beautiful shade of pink. I wasn’t gentle. I figured a man would be as inclined to love a strong workover as much as a horse would. I moved the loofah back and forth, enjoying the jiggle of Callum’s glutes and the rising color of his skin
When I’d achieved this to my satisfaction, I brought the loofah around to begin on Callum’s long legs.
The work proved tiring but not unpleasant, and some of the tension left me as I rubbed the attractive ponyboy down. If this was how my mornings would begin, I really couldn’t complain. When I was finished, I stepped back to admire my handiwork, and found Brian, Liv and Callum staring at me.
“You’re very thorough,” Liv said.
“Yeah, Jesus. He’s fucking glowing pink all over. Good job.” Brian added, giving Trey a few more passes with his loofah.
“Is that okay? Did I go at him too hard?”
Horses could take a pretty rough hand, but maybe human ponyboys didn’t like being manhandled.
I heard Liv’s bubbly laughter. “Oh God, Jensen. Look at him. He’s ready to explode.”
She pointed to Callum’s cock, bulging between the bars of the cage, leaking at the tip. “I kind of feel sorry for him right now. But, honestly, that’s what we’re going for. The trainers want them randy and motivated to behave, so good job.”
My chest puffed out at this praise. It was a weird thing to hear, but yay me!
My next task was more of a mindfuck since it was a definite departure from my familiar stable-hand duties. I picked up the washcloth, soaking it thoroughly and soaping up with body wash. Then took a deep breath, cleared my mind of wayward thoughts and went at Callum’s privates with gentle determination. I worked quickly and efficiently, so as not to further torment the man. Again, I feared my touch might be a tad too rough.
