Page 17 of Stable Hand

The huge room held six toilet stalls, eight showers, a bank of shelves containing towels and washcloths, and underneath them, benches to place clothes on. There was a long urinal trough against one wall and a row of sinks and hand dryers on the other.

The scent of powerful cleaning products assailed my nostrils as I walked to the urinal and relieved myself.

I imagined what it would be like to work here. By the time I’d finished and shook myself off, I’d already started to swell, thinking about what had happened in the training barn today. The ponyboy named Luke fascinated and aroused me, and I remembered helping Kamal insert the butt-plug tails into the two misbehaving ponyboys. By the time I’d stripped and stepped into the shower, turning the water on and reveling in the strong burst of heat, my cock had hardened and now throbbed for attention.

“Easy there,” I murmured, taking my dick in hand and giving myself a few strokes. “You’ve been very patient.” I noticed the bottle of body wash on the ledge so poured some into my hand and wrapped myself in slippery warmth.

“Oh God,” I moaned, moving my hand slowly at first and then more quickly. The sliding pressure felt amazing and so needed.

Ever since I’d seen the photo in Adam’s office, I’d been fighting this. Ever since seeing Luke in the flesh, caged in the steel device and collared. Ever since helping Kamal plug those two naughty ponyboys with their fine tails…

And I was coming, dripping onto the wet floor of the shower as I groaned with the release.

“Oh, fuck me. Fuck me,” I whispered, leaning my wet forehead against the tile and continuing to stroke myself gently. “I am such a goner.”

*

I was dreaming of handsome ponyboys when I heard voices.

“Shh. Don’t wake him up.”

“What’s his name?”

“Must be the new stable hand.”

“He gave me a ‘hand’ earlier.”

Laughter.

My eyes snapped open. I stared up at several handsome faces looking down at me.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty,” said one man with grey eyes and brown hair.

I pushed myself up to a sitting position. My hat, which had rested on my chest, fell to the floor. I bent to get it but the brown-haired man grabbed my hat and held it out to me.

“Sorry, am I in someone’s bunk?” I asked, voice deep and husky from sleep.

“No, but you can come to mine if you want.” The brown-haired man flashed me an inviting smile. “You don’t recognize me, do you?”

I paled. “Oh hell. Did I—”

“Push a tail up my ass earlier? Yeah, you did. Quite efficiently, I might add.”

The other men guffawed.

“Doesn’t take much to put something up your ass, Hunter,” a dark-skinned man with close-cropped black hair laughed, his white teeth contrasting against the deep brown of his skin.

“Shut the fuck up, Trey.” Hunter turned back to me. “Hiya. I’m Hunter. We, uh…met…earlier.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “Sorry, I didn’t really see your face…”

The other men laughed loudly again. Someone said, “You didn’t miss anything. His ass is prettier.”

“They think they’re pretty funny, y’know. When they don’t have their harnesses on and their tails in,” Hunter said.

I gazed up at the group of attractive men, in jeans and T-shirts now, watching me curiously. My position was both unnerving and, in a way, incredible.

“Fuck,” I said.