The ingenious design of the cock cages allowed the men’s genitals to be cleaned without removing the device, which came in handy for any extended wear, I figured. Although, the men were only expected to wear the devices during their training hours.
Callum appeared resigned to the fact he would be unintentionally teased by the new stable hand for the duration of his grooming session. He huffed and made delicate noises of enjoyment while I tended him. Since I didn’t—thank God—have any hang-ups regarding either nudity or bodily secretions, I didn’t have an issue washing other men in the most intimate of places. Something that rather surprised me.
Once all three ponyboys were thoroughly clean, I helped Liv and Brian dress them in the required tack. The collar was straightforward but Liv showed me how to fit the body harness on Callum, putting the leather straps around his buttocks and across his pelvis first, then applying the chest piece and attaching the side straps that fastened under the arm and to the pelvis belt.
She ran her fingers under the snug leather strap around Callum’s lower waist. "These are jock straps, but we don’t use the leather cod piece because we want their caged cocks to be visible. The leather frames their buttocks nicely though,” she said, slapping Callum on the rear, making him shift his feet and sigh.
The thick studded leather sitting snugly on Callum’s pale skin, outlining his chest and abdomen, then framing his cock and buttocks, made him look like a sexy-as-fuck sex slave out of a Mad Max film.
“Boots are on the shelf here,” Liv said, walking over to where six pairs of scuffed Doc Marten boots were arranged side by side. “Their names are on the heel of the left boot and we tie the two boots together when they’re put away.” She picked up two sets and brought them over, handing the larger pair to me. “These are Callum’s.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re taking all of this in stride.” Liv commented, giving me a wink.
“So far so good,” I said, shrugging.
Callum moaned loudly, rolling his eyes and thrusting his hips.
Liv and Brian laughed. “Callum is taking the brunt of your inexperience very personally, I’d say,” Liv muttered. “Seems to make him very happy. Or, at least, frustrated.”
Callum whimpered and rubbed his forehead against the skin of his arm, panting softly and huffing in resignation. The other two ponyboys regarded him with sympathy.
“Place the boots beside him. They put those on themselves.” She tossed me a pair of grey work socks. “Now take his gag out, and undo the wrist cuffs. Once they’ve got their boots on, we’ll do the tails.”
I did as instructed, except I forgot the sequence of events and unbuckled Callum’s restraints ahead of removing the gag. The tall man pulled me into a tight embrace and rubbed his face against mine, leaving drool from his chin and the gag all over me. Something about the gesture made me feel praised and appreciated. Like I was on the right track, anyway. I couldn’t help a small smile forming before Liv chastised him.
“Hey, Callum. Back off. You don’t behave that way in the grooming stables, and you know it. I don’t care how delicious the new stable hand is.”
Liv clapped her hands loudly and Callum released me regretfully, placing his hands behind his back and lifting his chin as if to say the infraction was worth getting called out.
I stood there, shocked, hiding the pleasure I’d felt being embraced by the naked man I’d polished to a high sheen and decked out in fetish gear. I wiped the moisture from my neck and beckoned Callum with a smile. “I’ll take your gag out. Turn around.”
Callum obeyed and I gently removed the gag, wiping some drool from his soaked beard. “Good boy. There you go. Now put on your boots, and we’ll do your tail.”
Everyone was staring at me again. Was I royally screwing this up, or was I doing okay?
Callum swore softly, then bent to put on his socks with trembling hands. Liv and Brian exchanged a look. Noah and Trey laced their boots and tried not to look at me.
Yeah, maybe screwing everything up. But I was doing my best.
Brian slowly walked over to a set of drawers by the table. “Okay. Tails. Come over here, Jensen.”
As I dried my hands and padded over, I slipped on the wet tiles, skillfully righting myself before I fell. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. Next time, wear flip-flops.”
“I didn’t bring any.”
“I’m sure Adam can get some in your size. I’ll let him know.”
Brian pulled open the top drawer. Inside, six familiar rubber plugs with horsehair tails nestled in divided partitions with each ponyboy’s name on a label.
“Adam told me you got some hands-on experience with one of these yesterday.”
“Yep,” I said, taking out the one in Callum’s box. I turned the tail over in my hand, examining the workmanship closely. “These are pretty awesome.”
“Yeah, they are. They look nice and they sure give the guys something to think about.”
