Andrew’s athletic body shone with sweat and glowed with exertion.His chest rose and fell under the leather of his harness as he caught his breath.
“Good boy,” Hiro said, “This is Oliver.He’s going to be taking photos of you and the other ponyboys over the next six weeks while we put you through your paces.”
Andrew turned his soft-eyed gaze to me, and I scrambled for any kind of appropriate response.
“Hi, Andrew,” I said, trying not to stare at his small, flaccid prick in its steel cage and the line of red hair leading down his middle to where his pubes had been trimmed neatly.
Andrew glanced briefly at Hiro, who nodded, before answering, “Hi, Oliver.”
Holy shit.This was already a total mindfuck.Andrew seemed to assess me for a moment, and then his gaze settled on his trainer.
“You’ve done well today, Andrew,” Hiro said, tousling the man’s mop of red hair and prompting a relieved expression.
“He looks great,” Adam concurred.“Are you keeping him out of the sun?”
“Yeah,” Hiro admitted, “His pretty pale skin burns too easily.But I’ll try to get him out there when the sun isn’t so high and strong.”
“Good idea.You can ask the stable hands to put extra strong sunscreen on him, too.”
“I will.”
“I’m going to take Oliver to meet Lorraine and the other ponyboys,” Adam said, laying a hand briefly on Hiro’s shoulder and then leading me to another door at the side of the arena.
I followed, glancing back a couple of times to see Hiro speaking softly to Andrew while the ponyboy nodded and shrugged, his breathing seeming to regulate after the short rest.
Maybe it was because I'd never understood the hoopla about redheads.Andrew's pale, freckled skin and rust-coloured body hair didn't do anything for me.Sure, he was good-looking, but nothing about his appearance, except for the pony-play accoutrements, interested me in the least.
The leather harness and the armbands, the cock in the cage, the submissive manner, all reinforced the kinky aspect of this roleplay.Although Andrew was attractive, and his body, restrained in such a manner, certainly titillated me, I couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed in a strange way.
I’d been half-expecting someone stunningly beautiful and powerful, restrained before a strict and intimidating trainer, when Andrew seemed decidedly normal, and Hiro, though he affected an authority I couldn’t deny, really didn’t seem all that threatening.
Well, I’d been building all of it up in my head for months, so it wasn’t that surprising my first ponyboy hadn’t measured up to my expectations.And since I wasn’t new to kink entirely, the strangeness of seeing a man bound in leather was less than it might be for a total neophyte.
As we headed out the other door, back into the warmth of the day, I wondered if nothing at the BCR would measure up to my high expectations, and I’d have to disguise my disappointment with enthusiastic photography.No doubt, I’d be able to capture the ponyboys in such a way as to emphasize the strangeness and uniqueness of their position and the tantalizing nature of their subservience enough to satisfy even the most casual observer, even if I wasn’t as taken with it as I’d expected.
