I nodded and tipped my hat. “Great to meet you, Lorraine.”
Once again, I was trying to walk with a pretty substantial hard-on, at least beginning to subside, although images of what I had witnessed kept threatening to reignite my desire. And the knowledge I had sweet, submissive Noah on the end of a lead rope didn’t help.
Noah cleared his throat. “Can I talk? Or do you want me to be quiet?”
I glanced back at him. “You can talk. I like the sound of your voice.”
“Oh,” he said, sounding surprised and pleased. “And, uh, did you like…what you saw…in there?” Noah’s voice had gone so quiet I had to stop walking to make sure I heard him. A hot breeze blew the hair off his sweaty forehead.
I grinned and lifted my hat from my head, pressing the brim to my heart. “I’ve never seen anything…so goddamn hot…in my fucking life.”
Noah blushed and grinned, the dimples in his freckled cheeks going deep. “Really?”
I laughed, replacing my hat and shrugging. “Maybe I’ve lived a sheltered life up to this point,” I admitted. “But you looked so…I mean, you still look so…damn pretty in your gear and I…I’m glad you found a place to explore this side of yourself. The pony play is so much a part of you. I can’t imagine it being buried and never seen.”
Noah stared at me, eyes wide and blinking like a stunned colt.
“I mean, you’re fucking beautiful,” I stated. Because he was.
Noah moved forward and nuzzled his face into my shoulder, knocking my hat into the dust. But I didn’t care. I turned toward him, and when Noah’s lips found mine, the kiss felt unavoidable and inescapable.
I enjoyed the gentle press of Noah’s lips on mine, trying not to think about Luke and his “rules,” then pulled away and grabbed my hat off the ground, dusting the brim against my thigh. “Now, come on. I need to get you clean or Lorraine will have my hide.”
In the grooming barn, I removed Noah’s leather gear and hosed him down, using a soft cloth and soap on his sated penis and testicles. This was above and beyond what was expected but I felt moved to perform this intimate task and neither of the others made any objection.
And Noah’s sweet smile as he moved around the partition was reward enough.
*
In the afternoon when the other ponyboys presented themselves for grooming, I tried to keep my eyes off Luke. I didn’t want Luke’s overwhelming presence to eclipse the memory from this morning.
But the endeavor was hopeless. Once I caught sight of Luke’s tanned body, head bowed, wrists clasped at his back, I was overtaken, once again, by the obstinate man’s very presence. And when Luke peeked up at me and winked, then gazed down again so quickly none of the other stable hands noticed, I felt a bolt shoot from my eyes to my cock.
This place was legit going to kill me.
Liv assigned me to Hunter again, thank God, but he was beside Luke and each time my eyes glanced over they went to Luke’s cock in the restraining cage, the cock I’d had inside me, again, the previous evening.
Luke had climbed down from his bunk in the dark of night and woken me. We’d snuck into the showers, and he’d fucked me right against the wall this time, under the warm water, slippery and slick. This time he’d brought a pair of clean socks, rolled in a ball, for me to bite on, to muffle my noises while he pounded me hard and expertly until we’d both come at the same time. Then he’d turned me around and kissed me hard before sending me to back to bed.
Seeing Luke restrained was a crazy rush. Because the man was usually so full of aggressive, assertive force, being privy to this side of him proved a complete mindfuck.
There was no denying Luke was here of his own free will. That he, like the other ponyboys, paid the BCR for the experience of being treated this way. But submission went against his natural inclinations so much his presence here puzzled me.
His presence also made me crazy. I tried to keep my eyes off Luke and on Hunter, who was as attractive in a different way but didn’t affect me at all. I must be getting used to all the naked flesh on display at the ranch. Or at least, used to some of the ponyboys.
Fortunately, Luke didn’t put up any sort of fight in the grooming barn, and I wasn’t called out to assist a handler. As much as I was curious to see Kamal deal with Luke, I was a little scared of the intimidating trainer. I spent my time cleaning tack and washing the shower stalls and doing other manual labor until the ponyboys returned.
While Hunter and Ben relaxed under our attentions, Luke became restless. He shook Brian off and growled.
“Liv, give me a hand, would you? He’s being an ass.”
Liv glanced their way but she was in the middle of removing Ben’s complicated arm bands. I, on the other hand, had already removed Hunter’s and had also fastened his wrists above his head. I was getting used to my duties.
“Jensen then. Come here and hold him, would you?”
I moved over to where Brian was grappling with a twisting and turning Luke. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You want a paddling? Hmm?” Brian asked, frustrated.
I moved forward and took Luke forcefully by the shoulders, gripping him hard and keeping him still so Brian could unbuckle the bands.
