Kamal, in jeans and a button-down shirt, looked every inch the pony master, wielding his whip. He was running Trey and Callum around the outdoor ring. Michael stood leaning up against the fence on the other side, watching the ponyboys run in the dirt.
They were tired, their steps faltering as they tried to keep pace. Being a ponyboy at the BCR was physically challenging despite being the answer to a submissive’s fantasies. It was easy to see how they kept in such good shape. Kamal saw me watching and gave a little salute before yelling another order at his charges.
I tore my eyes away from the fenced yard and made for the arena where Lorraine must have Noah on his own, which fact only somewhat lessened my apprehension.
My vision took some time to adjust to the dimness as the door shut behind me. Some movement and the sound of a low voice to the left drew me forward.
A tall, brown-skinned woman with black hair in a long braid, wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, like the other trainers, and Blundstone boots, spoke softly in Noah’s ear as the blindfolded ponyboy leaned in an awkward position beside her.
The ring in Noah’s leather collar was attached by rope to a high ring in a hitching post near the wall. He was bent forward, boots planted several feet behind him, his torso supported by two evenly spaced wooden bars reminiscent of an oxer—a kind of device usually used for horse jumping. As I got closer, I was correct in my assessment. The double poles kept Noah, whose arms were restrained behind his back in the leather cuffs, from falling forward. One bar supported him at his pelvis and the other at his chest. The fact Noah’s trainer had him splayed out over a horse jump in a vulnerable position made my mouth go dry and my dick start to swell. The oxer was an ingenious form of debasement that played right into the role-play element of a human pony ranch.
Noah’s cock had swollen as much as possible in the restrictive steel cage. Moisture oozed from the tip as Noah whimpered in some distress. Lorraine heard my approach and turned from her charge, smiling and extending her hand. “Hi. I’m Lorraine.”
I tried to collect myself as I shook her strong hand and noticed the glint of a delicate gold stud in her pretty nose.
“Jensen,” I said. “You wanted me?”
Lorraine turned back to Noah and stroked her hand along his pale flank. “Noah wanted you. You are his reward for everything he did for me this morning.” She gave Noah’s buttock a sharp slap, eliciting a moan. “At least, you’re an integral part of what I’m going to do with him.”
I blinked in surprise. “I don’t understand.”
Lorraine smiled. “I asked him what he wanted. Most of what he told me was fairly standard, but he said he wanted you to watch. And he’s been such a good boy today I decided to indulge him.”
She smoothed her hand along Noah’s skin where the flesh looked pink and tender from, presumably, at least a few other spanks.
“Um, okay. Where do you want me to stand?” I asked, voice a trifle shaky.
“On the other side of him, there. I’ve got a stool for you. You’ll have a good view of everything.”
I nodded and made my way around the naked ponyboy. I saw Noah incline his head slightly toward me, the black cloth of his blindfold preventing him from seeing. Without thinking to ask for permission, my hand came out to cup Noah’s stubbled chin gently in my palm. “I’m here,” I said softly and then let go, glancing at Lorraine.
She raised her eyebrows and said, “That’s fine, but don’t touch him again without my permission. He’s my property in this arena and, therefore, my responsibility.”
I nodded. “Of course. I’m sorry.” I would be learning the shifting dynamics in this place for some time.
But Lorraine smiled warmly. “Don’t be. It’s procedure. I may well ask for your assistance at some point.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Would you be okay with helping me?”
Would I be okay with—?
My mouth opened, then closed again, then opened. “Uh. Yeah. Okay.” I got up onto the tall stool, resting my feet in their blue flip-flops on the rungs. My shorts stretched tight over my erection, and I had to adjust myself.
The possibilities of what might happen made me dizzy, and very, very horny. If I touched Noah under Lorraine’s supervision, would Luke have a problem with my actions? Then again, Luke would never know…unless Noah told him.
To me at least, what happened in the grooming barn or arena under the direction of the trainers was not connected to the goings-on in the bunkhouse. In the bunkhouse, everyone was their own agent. In other areas of the BCR, the ponyboys and I myself, to a degree, were guided by established procedures. Procedures I was slowly beginning to fully understand.
“Okay, first things first, Buttercup,” Lorraine said to Noah. “Let’s get this off.”
Her delicate hands went to the cage on Noah’s engorged cock, deftly releasing the clasp and removing the device as Noah moaned and squirmed.
“Don’t you dare come yet, you little devil. Or you’ll miss out on the fun I’m going to give you. And your buddy Jensen will have walked all the way out here for nothing.”
I wanted to argue because watching Noah come from Lorraine’s hands removing his cock cage would have been worth all the awkward conversations I’d had at the BCR so far, but I didn’t dare say anything. Plus, she had a point. I was so ready to see what she had in store for him. And from what she’d said earlier, his reward would all be things he’d expressly requested.
“I’ll give you a few moments to collect yourself and get used to having your cock out. As you know, you’ll need more self-control to stave off your orgasm without the cage on. And I don’t want you to come until I give you permission.” She glanced at me. “Standard procedure.”
I nodded. Okey dokie then.
I watched, fascinated, as Noah’s unrestrained prick swelled fully. A bead of pre-come gathered at the tip, then dripped over the sensitive frenulum, making Noah shudder. But he maintained control. Barely.
