Chapter Eight
VOYEURISTIC INTENTIONS
or
Prelude to an Unavoidable Reckoning
I DREAMED OF a giant gnat choking me on its huge, human cock.
When I woke, I was very hard and extremely confused, until I recalled inhaling a bug in the woods while my dick was in Puck’s willing throat.
Puck…
My hand drifted to my erection and I teased myself, remembering the way his pretty lips had felt around me. The sensation of the steel ring had added to an all-around stellar experience. Even the humiliation of the cock-blocking insect inhale didn’t matter in the long run.
And now…now, I was going to have a quick lunch and head to the grooming barn with my equipment, so I had an excuse—a very good one—to watch Puck and his two ponyboy shiftmates, buffed and caged and shined in preparation for their afternoon training sessions.
Watching the grooming procedures yesterday had been eye-opening. Seeing the object of my intensifying obsession being carefully and tenderly prepared for training would be something else entirely.
I happened to pass Kamal on my way downstairs.
“Are you in the grooming barn this afternoon?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m just getting something to eat. I’ll head over there soon.”
He smiled. “Good. Planning a special treat for you. I hope your camera battery is charged.”
Oh my fuck.
He chuckled as he went on his way.
I grabbed a sandwich in the cafeteria and ate it quickly, then washed my hands and headed upstairs for my equipment.
A short time later, I stepped into the grooming barn and closed the door behind me.
I had miscalculated and, even with eager anticipation for this session, I wasn’t early enough to see the ponyboys come around the partition.
The three young men were already standing naked under hot water, their wrists bound above, cocks caged, gags placed, with the stable hands doing their work.
I stopped dead, mouth going dry, gaze immediately captured by the slimmest ponyboy bound between the other two.
Puck was facing the other way, but I would recognize that sweet plum of an ass anywhere.
My mouth pooled with saliva as I watched Liv rub the loofa aggressively over Puck’s back and buttocks as if she were a prison warden—rough and pragmatic.
From his little grunts of pleasure, I could tell he was enjoying himself.
She noticed me and smiled. “Oliver. You’d better get your stuff out. We’ll be done soon.”
“Sure. Sorry I’m late.”
I fumbled with my gear as my gaze kept returning to delicious Puck under the shower. Finally, I slotted the Canon into the holder on my tripod.
The very moment I looked at the viewer to make sure the camera was aimed properly, Puck turned his head, his gaze pinning me with an energy I tried to decipher.
It was the old Puck, the one who seemed angry at everything, gazing at me with his chin held high, his short hair plastered to his head, the ball gag spreading that beautiful mouth.
All the breath left my body as my dick jerked in my shorts, and I recalled feeling those lips around me that very morning.
I lifted my gaze from the viewer and met Puck’s angry stare with a similar force. I wasn’t backing down. I knew this was either a way he responded instinctively to submission, or a personal quirk that made those moments of sweetness even more valuable.
He turned his gaze away as Liv ran the loofah over the rest of his body.
Perhaps he was embarrassed to have me see him like this.
But he knew I would have to photograph him in the grooming barn and the stables as part of the agreement I had made with Adam.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t alter the affection growing between us.
But I couldn’t worry about that. I had a job to do.
I focused on the other two ponyboys, although it was torture to ignore Puck, especially with water coursing over his pale skin and the way he looked while bound to the ceiling of the grooming barn by his slim wrists.
I got close-ups of other bare arms and legs, caged cocks and wrists in bondage, all while my heart pounded and memories of my morning encounter with Puck cycled through my brain.
“All right, Puck darling, let’s get you outfitted,” Liv said.
I lifted my gaze from the viewer and watched as Liv released Puck’s captive arms and led him to stand by the table. She glanced at the whiteboard and did a double take.
“Hmm.”
I glanced at the board, found Puck’s name and drifted my gaze over Kamal’s written instructions: “Basic plus rope halter (red) and tail (black)”.
I blinked hard and felt my cock swell as I recalled Kamal’s words to me this morning.
Holy fucking hell.
My suddenly clammy hands trembled as I prepared to photograph what was about to happen—hopefully without the camera sliding out of my excited grip.
I took a deep breath as Puck scanned the whiteboard. His eyes widened and he swivelled his head to look at me, cheeks flushing and muscles tensing. His gaze moved to Liv with something like panic in his expression.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ve had the tail before, and the halter’s not a big deal. It’s not a bridle so there isn’t a bit.”
She petted Puck gently on his shoulder and walked to the cabinet, opening a drawer and shuffling stuff around before retrieving a bundle of red rope that was knotted to steel rings to make headgear resembling a horse’s halter.
She held it up in front of Puck. “See? It’s nothing, really. Just makes you look like a pretty pony for Kamal. And”—she glanced my way—“anyone else who might be looking.”
I stared at the viewer, embarrassed, because I couldn’t fucking wait for Puck to seem more pony-like.
He seemed to settle and gave Liv a curt nod.
“Good boy. First, let’s get the regular gear on you, okay?”
As she placed Puck’s leather harness and pelvic belt, fastening the buckles deftly and quickly, she continued to give him reassuring strokes and pats to make sure he was all right.
I had to give it to the BCR. Their employees were consistently kind, efficient and perceptive—and so very professional, even in this kinky, boundary-pushing, kind of environment.
Once he had his regular gear on, Liv picked up the rope halter.
“Okay?” she asked. “It’s really not a big deal. I promise.”
Puck stared at the halter, his gaze sliding to me, then back to Liv. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded.
I straightened and watched overtop of the camera, because I had promised not to identify any of the ponyboys in my images, and Puck wasn’t masked as he would be in the pony show.
So I stood there, pretending to fiddle with my settings but watching as Liv placed the halter over Puck’s brown hair and rested the rope pieces over his forehead and behind his ears.
Another red strap came up under his chin to connect to the ones in front of his ears on each side.
The soft red bondage rope used to form the halter looked incredible against Puck’s hair and pale skin. Kamal had been right to specify the color, although black would have looked good, too.
“How does that feel?” Liv had removed Puck’s ball gag in order to fit the harness. “You can speak.”
He frowned but said, “Fine,” in a chastened voice. He was behaving himself like a good little ponyboy, and I drank it up because I knew once he was with Kamal his attitude might change.
I wonder if he’d be a good ponyboy for me?
The thought came from nowhere and took the breath out of me. I pushed it aside because if I focused on that, I wouldn’t have a hope of concentrating on photography or anything else.
Liv had Puck open his mouth so she could place the ball of the gag between his teeth. His gaze kept flitting to me, and I couldn’t tell if me watching made him uneasy or excited. I glanced at his cock in its steel cage and it, at least, seemed on board—swelling and straining in its confines.
“All right. Bend over the table now,” Liv directed, finding the ponytail designated for Puck in the drawer and holding it up for him.
Puck’s chest, framed by the leather straps of his harness, rose and fell rapidly, like he was starting to freak out.
“It’s okay. You’ve had your tail before. It’s going to look so pretty, you know.” Liv winked at me as she settled Puck once again with her kind words and practical manner.
This time he didn’t look at me. He fixed his gaze on the table and frowned as he obeyed Liv’s instructions.
I couldn’t help a tiny gasp escaping me as he folded himself fluidly over the edge of the table, presenting his backside to Liv and the others in the room. Adrian, who had finished tacking Andrew and was working on Justin, glanced over.
“Ooh, that’s a perfect ass, Puck. Don’t worry about showing it off.”
I silently agreed, my gaze transfixed by Puck’s gorgeous globes as Liv gloved up and prepared the tail for insertion.
I pretended to be unaffected as she used the fingers of her free hand to part Puck’s cheeks and then pressed the tip of the plug against his sweet, pink hole.
“Open. I’ll be gentle and slow,” she murmured.
Puck had been facing away from me but now he twisted his head around and pinned me with a hooded stare as Liv eased the tip of the plug into his ass.
I met his stare as my lips parted and a noise escaped me, covered quickly with the pretence of clearing my throat. Then I tore away and watched the plug spread him. When I met his gaze again, the look rattled me as I tried not to dissolve into a million needy pieces.
“You should get some shots of this, Oliver,” Liv commented. “Why don’t you come closer?”
Oh fuck.
“Yeah. Yes. Good idea.” I said, clearing my throat again and grabbing my handheld.
Focus, focus. This is your job. Treat it like one.