The ritual was always the same, before the trainer pulled me up for showing. Ice cubes against my nipples to make them hard, little rubbing with oiled finger against my frenulum to induce that leaking from my denied, tied up cock and finally clipping the posh bridle to my bit gag.

The biggest change? The bitch actually smiled and talked sweetly, unlike she did with me.

"There he is. Excited to meet you, aren't you?" She cooed, prompting me to walk up the customer.

Oh, Jane please! EVERYBODY has Pony Boy these days. The shows and competitions are just wonderful fun. And if you don't like men, just get a handler to train him up to shape!

In front of you stood a naked, restrained, 'well trained' tall and muscular Pony Boy - piece of oiled up muscle with round trained bottom and stupidly strong thighs. Elaborate leather straps formed a harness around his body, making the masculine features bulge out on every twist and protest. With protruding bit gag inside his mouth, he was left drooling - and with erect, equally restrained cock the leaking was doubled in fashion of stupid, horny, moldable animal.

You were small. At least compared to me, barely to my chest level. I hated my helplessness. If my hands were free, if I didn't have shock tail plug inside my ass or the brutally efficient trainer next to me, I'd pound you to the ground. Sex was all I could think about here in this damned stable. Young, arrogant, vain stable girls just pranced around our quarters in their tight pants, daily petting, washing and teasing us, keeping each Pony Boy desperate and obedient.

It worked. All I could was getting out. But your bored eyes didn't look promising to me. Did you even want to buy Pony Boy in the first place?

The trainer sensed your boredom also, and placed the riding crop against my exposed, full and sensitive balls. "Let's take it to the field, shall we?"

Fuck!

(Hello all. Friends of Pony play, please come in. I'd wish to play strong, prideful, masculine-yet-helpless piece of hunk, near animalistic Pony Boy, human being of course in world that allows slavery. And contrast it to rich, young socialite that is perhaps not keen having one. Details can be changed, but ultimately I'd love to explore mental games, training, themes of contrasts and naturally ponyplay, femdom and humiliation.

I write in reddit and normally deliver three to five paragraphs per response. Happy to discuss further!)