Fuck him.
I walked over to him, feeling more confident. Maybe in the bunkhouse I’d be Luke’s bitch, but in the grooming barn, Luke had to obey me. My gaze wandered freely over his smooth muscles and I noticed his cock was half hard already.
“Arms up,” I said, moving close and touching my finger to Luke’s bicep. His head jerked up, and our gazes caught again. This time, Luke’s eyes expressed surprise, then wariness.
I stared at him, saying nothing more, wondering if he would obey or laugh at me. For a moment, it was touch and go. Then his eyes softened, and he slowly raised his arms above his head as he licked his lips nervously.
Satisfied, I grabbed the hanging cuffs and buckled them around Luke’s strong wrists. My hands may have lingered a second longer than they needed to, but I didn’t think Luke noticed. He had turned his head away as if he couldn’t bear to look at me.
I grabbed a clean ball gag from the table. The other ponyboys were behaving themselves—remaining silent and still and keeping their gazes on the floor. Feeling a surge of confidence, I moved close to Luke and lifted the ball gag up in front of him.
“Want this?” I asked as Luke’s eyes flicked to me.
As we locked gazes, I opened my own mouth and popped the ball inside.
Luke’s eyes widened, and he almost said something. Instead, he blinked and watched as I coated the ball with saliva, then slowly removed it from my mouth.
“Open,” I said in a low voice.
Luke jerked against his cuffs as if trying to break free, pupils blown. But he opened his mouth and allowed me to put the wet ball between his teeth and buckle the gag behind his head. As I glanced down, I noticed his cock filling up quickly.
Well then. Now I had Luke bound and gagged and semi-hard. I glanced down at his cock again. My tongue came out to lick my lips as I met his gaze.
The way Luke looked at me, like he would take anything I wanted to give him, felt intoxicating.
Luke made a sound in his throat and pulled hard on his restraints, eyes wild and drool dripping from his gag. The other ponyboys shot surreptitious glances our way, shifting their feet but maintaining obedient postures.
I let my hand drop and gave a noise of chastisement as the door opened and Brian came in with the extra lube.
“Oh great, you’re getting started. Hope he wasn’t too hard to handle?”
I watched Luke close his eyes and shudder as I replied to Brian’s question in casual tones.
“Nope. It’s all good.” I moved away from Luke and over to Ben, getting the other ponyboy to reach up.
“Excellent. Glad to see you’re getting the hang of this.”
Brian took care of Hunter’s cuffs and ball gag while I finished with Ben. The work was becoming familiar to me, and I certainly had my fill of appreciating the male form in so many ways.
By the time we were done, Liv had returned. “I told Jensen we’d give him Hunter today. He’s a little easier to manage than some others who shall remain nameless.” She gave Luke a meaningful look.
But Luke had closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing, so she shrugged and turned her attention to Brian, who said, “Yeah, I don’t think Jensen has any problem handling Luke. But I’m sure Hunter will behave beautifully for him.”
A whimper came from Luke, making Liv and Brian glance his way.
“Is he all right?” Liv asked. “He looks upset, and it’s weird he’s not kicking up a fuss.”
“Let’s enjoy it while it lasts,” Brian muttered, picking up a loofah and moving toward Luke.
The afternoon grooming session ran similar to the morning one, and Luke behaved himself impeccably. I gave Hunter a vigorous rubdown, a thorough wash and kitted him out, then inserted the butt-plug tail. I tried not to watch Brian insert Luke’s tail, but it was impossible to look away from the normally rebellious pony submitting to such debasement. Luke was stunning and ferocious when he dominated and lusciously seductive when he gave himself over. He didn’t even realize it. But I did.
Whether I had thrown him for a loop earlier and put him off his game was anybody’s guess. But looking at Luke in body harness, boots, and cock cage, with his goddamn pony tail in, made me go jellylike all over, except in one spot where I was stiff as an iron brand.
Chapter Eight
The afternoon passed quickly while we cleaned tack and polished boots. When the ponyboys returned, they submitted easily to a quick hose down.
“You’ll notice none of them are wearing their cages,” Brian said. “Which is great because they tend to be exhausted, obedient and pliable if they’ve been rewarded with an orgasm. But a reward is dependent on their behavior. Looks like even Luke was a good ponyboy today,” he said, eyeing the man in question.
