Page 22 of Naughty November

“No, Sir. I won’t.”

I slathered lube all over the pony tail plug, then ran the tip along Atticus’ crack, teasing at his hole.

“What a sweet fucking pony you are. I should give you a name.”

I used my thumb to spread him and pushed the plug home as Atticus made soft sounds of submission.

“That’s it, my pretty pony.”

My cock swelled, filling out my jeans as I watched and bit my lower lip. The sizeable plug slipped in with relative ease—a testament to Atticus’ capabilities as a slutty bottom.

Gold star.

The sounds he made, my God. I had to clamp down on my own rising desire. This man was so fucking amazing and he looked so good with the black horse hair cascading down the backs of his thighs.

“I’m going to call you Midnight,” I said, stroking his tanned flank and watching his muscles tense and quiver as he got used to the invasion. “Now stand up while I tack you with the rest of the gear.”

Atticus obeyed, gazing at me out of those raw and expressive eyesas I picked up the bridle. It was made of leather straps and had blinders affixed to the sides, and tall black leather ears on the head strap, and even a slim rubber bit.

“Open your mouth.”

I slipped the bit between Atticus’ teeth, my knuckles sliding over his soft tongue. Leather reins dangled from each side of the rings to which the bit was attached.

“Bite down. Good boy, Midnight. Such a good pony.”

I drew the rest of it over his head, the pony ears making him look fucking adorable as the leather straps of the bridle flattened some of his curls and went behind his ears. I made sure the blinders were standing properly to prevent him from using his peripheral vision, then tightened the straps so that it fit him properly.

“Oh yes. This is perfect,” I said as I took a step back.

Pony Atticus, a.k.a Midnight, gazed at me with adoration, blinking slowly as he agitated the rubber bit with his tongue.

There was a chest harness similar to the one Atticus had worn on our previous encounter, and leather arm bands with buckles. I fastened everything onto him, taking a moment here and there to stroke his soft skin.

“So pretty. What a pretty pony.”

He had to turn his head to look at me, since the blinders prevented him from seeing anything not directly in front of him.

So I went behind him.

“Fold your arms behind your back.”

I buckled the forearm cuffs together, liking what this did to his posture.

“Good pony,” I said, slapping his ass, hard, and eliciting a moan. “Let’s get you hitched.”

I took the leather reins that dangled from the bridle and brought Atticus closer to the board affixed to the wall. I tied them with a simple secure knot and had Atticus take a step back to make them taut.

“Now another,” I said.

In order to do that, he had to bend at the waist, because the reins kept his head where it was. This was perfect.

“Very good. I’ll give you breaks so it’s not so hard on your back, but I want this ass stuck out like it is.”

Midnight snorted, and I grinned. I’d had no idea that pet play could be so much fun, and it was my new favorite thing. But then, maybe that was Atticus.

I’d made sure to keep the crop hidden, but now that he had to face the wall and the blinders prevented him from seeing anything else, I picked it up and swatted it through the air a few times. Atticus’ muscles tensed at the sound—a sharp swish that he was probably familiar with.

I tapped the inside of his thigh with the leather tip.