Page 10 of Tell No One
“If you’re asked a direct question, you answer. Otherwise keep your mouth shut.” He turned to Joshua. “Get the leather rings on their cock and balls. Keep them loose. They can be tightened later.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Don’t put Tag’s bit in yet. Let’s see if he can keep his mouth closed.”
Tag opened his mouth wide, then shut it again.
The Master laughed. “You’re going to be challenging.” He caught hold of the loose rein around Tag’s neck and pulled him close. “I like punishing naughty ponies, breaking them is fun. Do your worst, pony. Make my day.”
Tag had to fight not to tremble. When the Master moved away, Tag exhaled.
He wasn’t happy about the leather cock ring, but at least it wasn’t tight. Billy’s erect cock reared up against his stomach, the leather already biting around the base, his balls swollen either side of the dividing strap. When Tag saw the bit going into Billy’s mouth, he cringed. It was made of rubber and metal and it looked brutal, pulling his mouth unnaturally wide. Joshua hung an identical one from the ring at Tag’s cheek.
Why would anyone want to do this? Apart from for money?
“Final thing.” Joshua picked up a stencil of the number six and carefully marked Billy’s left arse cheek, then put the number seven on Tag’s. To think he thought seven was his lucky number. Now he’d always associate it with this.
“You need to be harder,” Joshua said at Tag’s ear. “I don’t know why you’re not. Look at the others. They all have erections.”
Out of sight of everyone, Joshua wrapped a lubed hand around Tag’s cock and began to slide it up and down. Tag tried to pull back and Joshua grabbed his shoulder.
“Don’t disappoint them and you’ll get asked back,” Joshua whispered. “There’s all sorts of events held here. You can earn good money.” He breathed into Tag’s neck and increased the speed of his fist. “That’s it, pony. Good pony. There you go. There you go.”
Stupid cock. Stupid, stupid cock.
Joshua sprang away with a smirk on his face, wiped the lube off his fingers, then tightened the leather encircling Tag’s cock and balls. Tag’s cock was now erect like everyone else’s. All he felt was shame.
The Master banged the crop against the door and Tag jumped.
“You are Harborne House ponies and I expect you to behave appropriately. Follow me out of the room in number order on all four legs. You will be examined, sold and raced. Whoever wins you is free to do whatever he likes to you for the next twelve hours. You do not speak unless requested to do so. You obey every order you’re given. You do not disgrace Harborne House. Is that understood?”
Everyone nodded and Tag just remembered in time to do the same thing and not speak. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was being spared the bit for the moment, but he was going to make the most of it.
“If any of you should think about misbehaving…” The Master took a tool from his pocket and held it in the air. It looked like a pair of pliers but was wider at one end where an elastic band stretched across two points. He walked down the line showing it to each of them. “It’s called an elastrator.”
Tag didnotlike the sound of that. Goose bumps raced down his spine.
The Master stopped next to him. He looked straight at Tag. “It’s used to put a very tight band just above your balls. Which take between one and twelve hours to die.”
Jesus Christ in a handcart!This was only playing, right? A weird sort of playing, but… Tag gulped.
A collective shudder went round the room.
“Christof screamed louder than I’ve ever heard anyone scream.” The Master stared at Tag. “Be the best pony you can be.”
Tag risked a quiet neigh and the Master nodded.Oh God, you weirdo.
“Any questions?” the guy asked.
How was anyone supposed to speak and make themselves understood with a bit in their mouth?
But the others shook their heads so Tag did the same.
The Master stroked Tag’s cheek. “Good pony.” A second later, he’d fastened the bit into Tag’s mouth and Tag was trying to neither struggle nor gag. It wasn’t easy.
“Heads up all of you. Make me proud.”
Fuck the hell off.
