“Yep,” I repeated, feeling my cock throb at the memory of Callum’s spontaneous embrace and the thought of fitting the handsome ponyboy with his tail. I put the plug back in the box.
“Gloves are here, lube is here, coat it thick. We’ll get them to come over one by one.”
Brian put on some gloves and picked up Trey’s tail. “Trey, get over here. Bend over and grip the edge of the counter. You know the drill.”
Trey obliged, shoving his ass out right beside me and swaying his hips back and forth in readiness while I stared at the perfect globes and tried not to moan.
Which was when Brian slapped one cheek, hard. The sound rang out in the quiet of the room and Trey gasped. I jumped at the sound.
“Behave yourself, Trey. Don’t you want to show Jensen what a good ponyboy you are?”
Trey moaned, nodded, and stilled his movements so Brian could insert the rubber object. I tried not to watch as the plug went into Trey but found it almost impossible to keep my gaze away. I swallowed and tried to breathe as Brian skillfully seated and arranged the tail.
“Wow.”
“Yep,” Liv agreed. “Pretty much the piece de resistance of their get-up.” She called Noah over and soon had his tail in place, a gentle yet efficient process I found utterly transfixing.
Then it was Callum’s turn. I pulled on some gloves and picked up his tail from the drawer. Callum came forward without any instruction and assumed the position.
I’ve done this before. Piece of cake. I coated the plug with lube. The entire process went smoothly, and Callum appeared to welcome his tail. I tried to concentrate on technique so I could forget the fact I was inserting an object into a very attractive man’s ass.
Once I’d completed my task and fluffed the tail, I held my breath and remained motionless. If I moved the slightest bit after seeing what I’d seen, the friction from my jeans would tip me over the edge, and I’d come in my pants like an adolescent.
Once I’d collected myself, I rocked the plug to make sure the device was fully seated, then removed my gloves, cheeks flushed and eyes not knowing where to land.
“Good job, kid,” Brian said. “You’ve earned yourself a twenty-minute break. We’ll take them to the training barn while you sit down.”
Oh, thank God.
I nodded, staring at the table after the others had left, wondering what to do with myself while they were gone, and wondering how I’d ever get used to this.
“I’m not a fucking kid,” I whispered, wiping my forehead with trembling fingers.
Chapter Seven
I was assigned a number of menial chores for the remainder of the morning, which suited me fine.
I hosed the showers and wiped the tiles, rinsed the cloths and loofahs, and cleaned some leather tack, a task so familiar I could relax for the first time in at least twenty-four hours. It was a relief to lose myself in mindless manual labor. It allowed me to let my thoughts flow and drift while I expended a build-up of restless energy and focused on the jobs at hand. Plus, it gave my dick a chance to settle down and regroup.
I enjoyed cleaning things—whether horses or human ponyboys, real stable gear or fetish wear. The world was a better place when things were clean and orderly, and it made me feel in control and able to contribute.
When Liv and Brian returned before lunch and praised me for what I had done in their absence, I felt validated. I was doing the job for which I’d been hired, no matter how unprepared I might have been at first.
When the ponyboys returned to the grooming stable, I helped Liv and Brian remove their gear. Noah was the only ponyboy who returned to the grooming barn without his cock cage. The others were still restrained, the steel bars wet and dripping with the result of hours of sexual frustration. The sight was enough to get me hard again.
Liv ruffled Noah’s short hair affectionately. “You were a good boy again today, weren’t you? You always get your reward. Or maybe it’s because Lorraine likes to make you happy? Hmm?”
Noah smiled shyly and rubbed his forehead against Liv’s shoulder, like a real pony. But his eyes sparkled, and he sent a shy glance my way.
I stared at Callum’s sizeable penis and wondered how to remove the cage without teasing the aroused man. This proved impossible, and Callum squirmed and grunted as I undid the clasp and pulled the device off him. I stepped back, watching Callum’s penis swell while the ponyboy groaned with relief.
Brian cleared his throat. “Okay, so, Jensen. You have a couple of options here. You can leave him alone and send him home.”
Callum whimpered and pulled at his wrist cuffs. I met his pleading eyes while Brian kept speaking.
“Or, you can choose to help him out before you hose him down for the day.”
The idea tempted me. But I wanted to make sure I’d heard Brian correctly. “You mean…um…jerk him off?”
