“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 onthat, 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.”
