“Oliver.So glad you could join us.”
She didn’t take her eyes off her charge but watched him closely as he slowed and stopped in front of her.
“Thanks for the invite.”
“Of course.You might as well see what you’ll be working with.”She reached out and lifted her hand before Teagan’s face, presenting the back of it to him.“Lick.”
Obediently, Teagan’s lips opened and his pink tongue emerged to swipe across Lorraine’s brown skin as she smiled.
“Very good ponyboy.You have pleased me.”
At her words, Teagan stood taller and glowed with pleasure.His cheeks, flushed from the exertion, darkened further as he waited for instruction.
“Oliver has come to take some photos of you, Teagan.”
The ponyboy’s gaze shifted to me with suspicion and, perhaps, jealousy?He’d seemed curious about me and my camera in the grooming barn, but now I sensed a protective energy from him, as if he didn’t want to share his mistress with anyone.
I couldn’t blame him, really.
Lorraine, although tiny, had the gravitas of a much larger person.She had a masculine energy, clothed in a feminine package.I sensed an indomitable will.
In a different but equally valid way to Kamal, she commanded respect.
Charisma?Presence?
Whatever it was oozed from her pores like a truth serum.
“Answer me,” she said in a deceptively mild tone.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Will you stand still and let Oliver take some photos?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Teagan’s blue eyes shifted to me as he extended his neck and lifted his chin.
“He’s covered with sweat and breathing hard, Oliver.Take some photos before he cools down.Show what a ponyboy’s body looks like after a good trot around the arena.”
“Sure,” I said.
I had been tempted to say “Yes, Ma’am” but managed to stop myself.
I lifted the camera and circled Teagan, taking shots of his backside, thick thighs, and strong calves.The Docs on his feet were scuffed with use and I imagined each pair was worn by a multitude of different ponyboys.I focused in on the boots’ utilitarian and much-fetishized appeal as Teagan stood motionless before Lorraine.
Then I took shots of Teagan’s broad back, dotted with beads of perspiration, and his powerful shoulders and neck.I came around in front of him and captured the swell of his pecs and abdomen framed by the leather straps of the black body harness.A sweep of blond hair covered Teagan’s chest and a narrower trail led under the pelvic strap of the harness to where his huge cock nestled in its steel confines like a sleeping tiger.
“We had to find the extra-large cage for this one,” Lorraine murmured, reaching out a delicate finger to touch one of the metal bars of the device, close to Teagan’s bulging flesh.
He hissed quietly and visibly resisted moving away from her touch.
“We have the applicants send in their measurements when they register, so we can plan out some gear, and when we got Teagan’s we double-checked that they were accurate, then found the extra-large cage from our very first session.We had a ponyboy named Henry that first session who needed a big cage, but we haven’t used it since.He was a gorgeous redhead.Well, he had red hair in other places too.”She winked.
Teagan shifted his feet as Lorraine continued to touch the bars of the cock cage, occasionally gliding her pretty finger over Teagan’s swollen flesh with deliberate intent.
“They like to be teased, Oliver.Most of them.They like being trapped with no hope of an orgasm until their trainer takes the damn thing off.”
“Do they?”I asked, unabashedly taking close-ups of the delicate curve of Lorraine’s forearm, her small brown hand, and the slim finger tracing designs on Teagan’s captive cock.Nobody seeing these photos would know the subjects by name, only asponyboyandtrainer, but the dynamic would be obvious.
