Casey takes surfer boy Jason for a "pony" ride....
A Trip to Leatherland - Page 2
by Etienne
Series: A Trip to Leatherland
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Immediately upon exiting the locker room, we found ourselves in Leather Lane, USA, a several-block long area dominated by a cobble-stone street that was lined with amazingly accurate reconstructions of the legendary bars and bath houses from leather's Golden Age. The sidewalk bordering the street was packed with hot looking men, most of them naked except for boots and cycle caps and an occasional jacket or leather vest. The crowd was in a party mood and everyone of the bars and bath houses was packed and rocking.
Satch and I were debating which establishment to try first, when my attention was caught by an incredible sight. Coming down the street was a surry-like carriage in which sat a rugged, booted muscle-man. The carriage was being pulled by a nude blond guy of about twenty, the harness attached to his cock and balls! A cruel looking bit was in his mouth, the reins firmly gripped in the meaty fist of the leatherjacketed muscle-man seated in the wagon.
Checking the official park guidebook I read that the carriage ride down Leather Lane, USA was one of the park's most popular rides. I could see why! My already rigid dork got even harder the thought of using some hunky jock as a 'horse'.
Satch, meanwhile, had been getting a heavy cruise from a lusty number standing in the doorway of 'Man's Country', so he decided to forego the carriage ride in order to follow his trick into the bath house replica. He called back over his shoulder that he would meet me later. Knowing Satch, I knew that it would be MUCH later, and that I was on my own for awhile.
Using the handy map I'd picked up at the park entrance, I made my way to the Carriage Ride House, where I was instructed to select my 'pony' from a huddled group of trim young dudes, all bareassed naked except for numbered armbands and heavy duty cockrings by which each was tethered with a short length of rawhide to metal rings bolted into the platform floor. The tautly stretched rawhide straps tugged at their plump young genitals, pulling the cocks downward, effectively preventing the 'ponies' from moving around too much.
A sweet-faced surfer type, with number 6 on his armband, caught my eye and as I looked him over, he thrust his pelvis forward to give me a better look at his thick jockmeat.
I learned later that the park's "animals" got paid a small percentage every time they were selected for use, so naturally there was a bit of friendly competition among them whenever a customer would come in to make a selection. Some of these guys were working their way through college this way; others were young servicemen for the Naval or Marine bases just down the coast, making an extra buck or two to spend on their girlfriends before they had to return to barracks.
I reached out and hefted the surfer's family jewels in the palm of my hand. They were ripe and weighted down with the juices of his delicious young manhood, and they smelled faintly of sweat and sex.
"My name is Jason," he smiled, "and I can give you a real good ride."
I knew from the way he said it that he wasn't referring to the carriage ride.
"You sound pretty anxious. Am I all that irresistible?" I grinned jockingly.
"Sure," he shrugged in a bored manner, "you're a goodlookin' dude, man. But I'd hustle you even if you looked like Godzilla; I'm tryin' to promote me enough bread to buy a new surfboard."
The smile froze on my face and I felt my eyes narrow into a hard look. This kid had the manners and tact of a jackass! He needed to be taught a lesson. Godzilla indeed!
I informed the corral-master of my selection, number six, and he unfastened the blond surfer from the floor ring and led him by the cock rope over to the stand of carriages where the kid was quickly harnessed to one of the gleaming rigs. The corral-master gave the harness one or two painful tugs to make sure it was securely fastened to the juicy tawny genitals. Then he strapped the bit into the kid's mouth and handed me the reins.
"Here you go, sir," the corral-master said, "all rigged and ready for your enjoyment. Would you like him 'ponytailed' before you take him out for a spin?"
I didn't know what he meant, but from the evil grin on his face when he said it, and from Jason's sudden expression of fright, I figured it was something I'd enjoy, so I said, "Oh, definitely."
Jason sucked in his breath sharply and bit his lower lip as the corral-master opened a small chest and brought out a 'tail' or horsehair attached to a thick stubby dildo. He smeared the dildo with grease and unceremoniously rammed it all the way up Jason's pink, surfer asshole, so that only the horsehair tail hung perkily from between the golden-fuzzed, compact butt cheeks.
The kid bucked and reared when the hail handle was shoved up his sweet little chute, and I had to give the reins a couple of hard jerks to get him back under control.
"Whoa....whoa...steady boy....." I said, as though talking to a skittish colt.
I guess I rode the kid kinda hard, deliberately running him over the rougher cobblestones, reining him in forcefully. I was determined to teach him a lesson for the 'Godzilla' remark, and when the ride finally came to an end, I knew I had succeeded. This pony was broken in, and would give no more sass!
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31118azti - October 3, 2019, 10:55 pm
Can I have a pony too?