Chapter Three #2
“Not good enough,” Kamal stated.
“Yes. Please. I want it.” Puck turned around and crossed his arms behind his back.
“Never mind that,” Kamal said. “You can keep your arms free for the rest of your shift. If you’re serious about continuing, go and lean on the fence over there. Stick out your ass and come up with a nice apology for Oliver and Adam after we’re done.”
Puck seemed to think it over. He gazed at me and then Adam, nodded and walked, subdued, to the fence.
Kamal watched him go, turned to Adam and me, and shrugged.
“Oliver, if you don’t mind, I want Puck to see you while I do this. His attitude was out of line. Go around to the other side of the fence and stand in front of him.”
I looked at Adam, raising my eyebrows.
Adam bumped me with his elbow. “I’d do what Kamal is asking if I were you.”
My cheeks flushed, and I made my way to the outside of the fence, opposite to where Puck stood with his hands braced on the third rung, back arched and bottom pushed out for Kamal.
He still had the armbands on and they made him look like some kind of rock star or motorcycle freak.
Except that he was naked in a body harness and a cock cage and dusty black boots.
He wouldn’t have looked out of place on an eighties Mad Max set.
I noticed, for the first time, his half-swollen penis straining against the steel of the cage. I fixed on that image, wishing I had my camera so I could capture it properly. When my gaze drifted upwards, it was to find Puck staring at me.
This time, he wasn’t scowling. Now he regarded me with a frank curiosity and seemed resigned to the fact I’d be observing his punishment. My dick twitched at the look in his eyes.
Uncomfortable and not sure what to do with myself, I took off my baseball cap and ran a hand through my hair, then turned the hat around and put it on backwards.
Kamal approached Puck and landed a rough smack on his backside, making him startle and shut his eyes. When he opened them they blazed fire, but not with anger. No, this was lust and a desperate hunger my body recognized. My pants felt too snug and I tried not to squirm under that heated gaze.
“Spread your legs, ponyboy,” Kamal said.
Puck breathed heavily and obeyed, gaze still locked with mine.
“Wider.”
When the ponyboy’s boots were spread wide, Kamal smoothed a hand along Puck’s flank, grabbing a black latex or nytril glove out of his back pocket and pulling it on with an aggressive snap. The sound made Puck jerk but he held his position. Kamal picked up a bottle of lube from beside the fence.
My overwhelmed brain swirled with questions. Where had the lube come from? Did the trainers stash lube everywhere it might possibly be needed? My gaze alternately focused on Puck’s face and shifted to observe what Kamal was up to behind him.
Instead of hostility, Puck’s eyes conveyed a certain vague interest in me, perhaps curiosity as to what I thought I was doing, coming onto this ranch to take photos of him and the other ponyboys.
That was the impression I got. Or maybe he was simply curious about my reaction to what would happen in three, two, one…
Puck’s eyes closed and he tossed his head.
I could see Kamal’s arm moving roughly as he used his gloved fingers to prepare the ponyboy for the large plug.
I tried not to imagine what that would look like from Kamal’s viewpoint–what it would feel like to have two or three fingers knuckle deep in this man.
Puck’s breaths came heavy and his cheeks flushed. I had some experience with anal pleasure, and I’d played around with a few toys, as well, so I had a good idea how a plug that large would feel.
I’d never tried one with a ponytail attached to it but, hey, never say never.
I kept my gaze fixed on Puck’s closed eyes as my brain conjured up all kinds of images. When they snapped open, and he locked on me with blown pupils as his lips parted with a stuttered moan, I thought I might mess my pants.
This was what I’d expected from my introduction to the BCR.
I’d found it. I’d found him. The perfect fucking ponyboy of my fantasies.
I only had six weeks, but that was enough time to try to get to know Puck, take lots of photos of him in all kinds of ponyboy predicaments, and take home enough spank-bank material to tide me over for a while.
For now, I concentrated on watching Puck come apart from having that tail inserted in his pert little bottom by his pragmatic trainer.
I had no doubts that Kamal would give this young gentleman whatever he needed in the way of strict discipline, punishments and even rewards.
If anyone could whip a ponyboy into shape, it seemed to be this man, whose presence demanded deference.
I almost pitied the kid, who didn’t look more than twenty-two or twenty-three.
But when he locked eyes with me and licked his bottom lip in a deliberate way, jiggling the silver ring that pierced his tender flesh, I wondered if that ponytail wasn’t exactly what Puck wanted.
And being taken in hand by a trainer like Kamal, and humiliated in front of the ranch boss and the new photographer?
When Kamal was done, he took hold of Puck’s harness and pulled him to a stand. The young man groaned and fixed me with long-suffering, blown pupils, and a look that almost brought me to my knees.
“Thank the nice gentleman, Puck. And apologize.”
Puck licked his lips again, closed his eyes and mumbled, “Thank you, Oliver. I’m sorry for how I behaved earlier.”
I tried to reply but nothing came from my throat.
My name, spoken from the mouth of this sexy boy who had come here to play pony and now might be regretting it, or not regretting it at all, had jolted me to the core.
I wanted to hear him say my name over, and over, and I wanted it to mean something more than it did right now.
“You’re welcome, Puck,” I finally managed, in a voice rough with unexpected emotion.
His eyes snapped open and he lifted his chin to give me a sharp, assessing gaze. We held each other for a long moment, at which point the corner of his lip twitched. Then Kamal pulled him away from me, buckled his armbands together, and shoved him toward the fence.
“Trot. Three times around the paddock. Go.”
My breathing had ramped up with the excitement of the encounter, and I cleared my throat, glancing at Adam who watched with understanding and amusement.
Kamal grinned. “Don’t get too attached to that one. He may not last.”
My eyes widened. “Do you lose some of them?”
I’d only just met Puck. I didn’t want him to leave the ranch right when I’d arrived.
“Not often,” Adam said. “Usually, we see if they do better with another trainer first.”
Kamal raised an eyebrow. “You want to try him with Lorraine?”
Adam thought for a moment. “Not yet. Let’s see how he is after this session. If you didn’t break him with that, there’s hope he’s doing all right. I’m not sure what’s going on with him. I offered to speak to him as a counsellor, but he wasn’t interested.”
Kamal nodded. “I feel like there’s something else going on. He’s having a difficult time focusing.”
Adam crossed his arms on the fence and watched Puck trot, to the best of his ability, around the ring as I returned to his side.
“So, Oliver, do you think you’ll be able to adequately represent the spirit of ponyboys like Puck in your images?” he asked.
“I sure hope so,” I said, gaze captured by the strength and grace of Puck’s movements, and the sight of the thick, black horsehair tail swishing across the backs of his legs.
Adam and Kamal chuckled.
“Come on, Oliver. I want to show you the bunkhouse,” Adam said.
We walked along the dirt trail that led from the grooming barn, past the arena, to a smaller wooden building on the edge of the trees.
“This is where the ponyboys stay while they’re here. The male stable hands bunk here as well. They help keep the ponyboys in line in the bunkhouse, and it’s good for them to be able to bond with each other, since they come into intimate contact in the grooming barn.”
My brain spun with this information as Adam opened the bunkhouse door and we stepped inside.
“Liv stays at the main building, simply because she wouldn’t enjoy being housed with this rabble, and it keeps things copacetic. Lorraine is at the main house as well, but that’s because she’s a trainer and they’re all housed there.”
“I see,” I said, gaze flying around the space, landing on the confused features of three men—two relaxing on wooden bunks and the third, grabbing something in the kitchenette at the back.
I was still reeling with my paddock encounter, and the bunkhouse seemed astonishingly ordinary.
“Gentlemen, this is Oliver, our visiting photographer,” Adam announced. “Oliver, this is Lincoln, Teagan, and…Joshua, right?” he said, gesturing to each of them.
The tall man in the kitchen nodded and moved toward us. “That’s me. Hi, Oliver.”
“Hello. Glad to meet all of you.”
Joshua had a hipster look to him, with long hair in a bun, a short beard, and an eyebrow piercing.
Teagan was blond and bulky, with thick muscles and a square face.
Lincoln had the same lean, almost skinny physique as Andrew, but with brown hair rather than red.
They were attractive men, and if I wasn’t on a pony play ranch, and hadn’t just seen Puck, at least one or two of them would have turned my head.
As it was, I still had the image of Puck in mind, and probably wouldn’t get rid of it for a while.
“How are you finding things so far?” Adam asked, leaning against the bunk where Teagan sprawled with a gaming magazine open on his lap.
“Stellar,” Joshua grinned, peeling the wrapper from a granola bar and taking a bite, watching me with interest.
“You have a great set-up here, Adam,” Lincoln said. He was small with light-brown hair and a sweep of freckles over his nose and cheeks. “This would be a great spot for a summer festival or something like that.”
Adam laughed.
Teagan nodded. “Yeah, like Coachella, but for kinky people.”
“Great idea,” I said because it was, and I could picture it.
I turned to Adam. “I have to say, I’m impressed. The setting is fantastic and the variety of locations for shooting is wonderful. I love the authenticity of the environment. I’m sure I can produce some spectacular images for you.”
“Glad to hear it.” He clapped a hand on my shoulder.
“Look, we should get back to the main house. I have work to do, and you can have a rest or go exploring on your own. Supper is out back of the main house at around five thirty. All the staff and ponyboys convene for a cookout. Unless it’s pouring, in which case we gather in the cafeteria. ”
I smiled at the three men in the bunkhouse. “I’ll see you later.”
I noticed Joshua giving me a look-over and winking to Teagan, who shook his head, but I pretended I didn’t.
On the walk back to the main house, Adam said, “I noticed you had a connection with Puck this afternoon.” He eyed me. “Or am I mistaken?”
I was suddenly conflicted. Should I deny it, and say I was overwhelmed by everything? Or should I tell the truth? I felt like Adam would know if I lied.
I glanced at him and nodded. “Yeah. Maybe. Seemed like it.”
“Looked like it,” Adam said.
“Is that against the rules?” I asked curiously, after a little while.
Adam laughed. “No. Not for you. Or Puck.”
His answer made me feel relieved and anxious at the same time.
“But be careful, will you? Something’s going on with that one, and he won’t tell me what.”
I nodded. “Okay. Thanks for the heads-up, Adam.”
He put a friendly hand on my back as we ascended the porch steps. “Of course. I’m looking forward to what you’re going to produce while you’re here, Oliver.”
I held the door open for him.
“Now that I’ve observed the ranch in operation, Adam, so am I.”