© 1997 Derrick, M. Water Hole Custom Leather Inc. This manuscript can not be published in any form or by any medium with out written consent from the author(s).
The next morning, Michael woke up, got dressed, and drove off
to the ranch. He was so excited, he forgot to pack his food for
the day. He met the guard and got signed in . The guard smiled
a bit more than normally and waved him in. Michael parked in his
spot and waited.
"Hello Michael".
It was Ashley. God she looked so beautiful and perky for so early in the morning. What a lovely sight in the morning light!
Michael was dressed in regular clothes, and had his key and his tool belt in his hands. He wanted to jump out of the car, but he seemed to know to wait. Ashley signaled him out, and took the key and the tool belt from him.
"Come on, Michael, let us run down the hill to the locker area. It is a great day for a run." And she sped off, shouting "Bet I beat you!"
Run? They have not let me even walk much without a blindfold. WOW!
And Michael saw Ashley turn to face him, running backwards now -- "Come on there boy -- buck up and get in gear -- giddy -up!!!" And she turned down the hill again, laughing and generally having a good time.
Finally, Michael started running. God it felt good! He could tell Ashley was running slower now, giving him a chance to catch up -- and this he tried -- but just as he was next to her, she sprinted so fast, he was startled. He tried to catch up, but there was no way. By the time he got to the outside of the locker area -- out of breath I might add -- she had already had gloves on, a blindfold in her hand and a riding crop on her waist belt. (why the crop, Michael wondered).
"God, you need to get in shape if you are gonna keep up on this ranch, Michael." And she again laughed heartily. "Come on over here, and kneel down, so I can get this blindfold on snugly without having to stretch to my tip toes."
Stretch to her tip toes, Michael thought. Shit, she is taller than me. But these thoughts came concurrently with his fall to his knees.
And Ashley put on the blindfold, and patted Michael's head. "Good boy, Michael, now just calm down and catch your breath." And she stroked his hair. He felt himself lean toward her thigh and, because she did not move it, he rested his head there, enjoying this moment in the cool morning air.
Then Ashley said, "OK, Michael, you are breathing easier now -- let us go in and get ready for work." And she tapped him on his butt with the riding crop. "I am going to stop talking now Michael, as are you. We need to be very quiet as we enter the locker area, as some are still sleeping nearby. Therefore, I am going to use this crop -- the one you just felt on your ass -- to direct you. When inside, I will also use lead ropes, as you are now familiar with these. Is this all OK, Michael?".
"Yes, Ashley"
He felt the crop hard upon his ass.
"Just nod Buck"
And he did so.
"I may whisper at times, to keep you abreast of what is going on, but you may not respond, is this understood?"
Michael again nodded.
"Good boy."
She directed him to be on his feet, and then directed him forward with the crop. As there was no lead, he was very tentative -- fearful that he might bump into something. He walked with great caution. This brought Ashley to be firmer with the riding crop, which startled Michael, but he took the hint and moved faster. Then he could feel the crop before him, at this chest. He took this to mean stop, and he did. God his heart was racing, although he did not really understand why.
A strap of some sort was placed around his head. He could feel the two metal rings on either side. It felt comfortable -- oddly secure. Then he heard and felt a lead placed on his right side, into the metal ring. How odd, and yet he did not resist. He followed the lead and the tapping of his butt, moving more to the left, as the back of his left leg was tapped -- and more to the right, when the back of his right leg was tapped, and straight ahead when his butt was tapped. Then again, he felt the crop at his chest.
He heard and felt another lead being snapped onto his left side now. And then each lead was tied to poles that he appeared to be standing between. Ashley then took off Michael's shirt. She used the crop to guide his arms to the top of each pole. He felt for the loops that had been there the prior morning. Instead he felt what appeared to be chains and cuffs. He was frightened and withdrew his arms to his sides. Again he felt the crop as it guided his hands -- more forcefully this time -- to the top of each pole. As he reached the top of the pole he felt two sets of arms at each wrist. Quite quickly he was handcuffed. Then he heard a pulley, and his arms rose high above his head -- bringing him to stand very tall and erect. He moaned due to an intermingling of pleasure and pain, and with this, he felt a hard blow from the crop on his back and a finger tip at his lips.
Yes, I must be quiet, Michael thought.
Now his pants, underwear, shoes, and socks were removed. The crop was used as a signal to spread his legs. This was hard, seeing he was already tied taught to the poles. But the crop was persistent in Ashley's hand -- quite persistent, as it switched back and forth in the area of his inner thighs. He spread as far as he could -- bringing him to the balls of his feet. Then he felt the pairs of hands on both ankles -- and heard cuffs, and felt the pull of chains. Now, he was standing, blindfolded and spread eagle -- naked in front of at least three people. He ventured three women, given the size of the hands that laid upon him and the wonderful scents in the room.
Michael was in a daze. He wondered what they were doing to
him -- what they
were putting on him -- and why, for God's sake, was he letting
this happen to
him? These and a million other questions were racing through his
head, so
fast that he had no real time to figure out any of the answers
in any logical
sense.
Along with all of this myriad of thought, Michael also felt
very nervous, and
yet, very excited. He hoped that his excitement was not too visible.
And he felt......very nervous but yet very excited, he hoped
some of that excitement
did not show it self too much.
Next he could hear and smell lemon scented water in buckets. He
could hear sponges being dunked, and then he could feel three
sponges upon his body. No -- no -- these were not sponges, these
were brushes -- lathered brushes! And he felt these brushes as
the women scrubbed every part of his body -- sometimes harshly
and sometimes soft and gentle. His whole body was washed this
way -- and his skin was made very tender. He again moaned.
This time the crop came down hard five times -- as his mouth was covered fully and tightly by someone's hand. He could not scream, although any man would have done so given the force of the blows. His whole body reacted, jerked, and then went limp.
Someone pulled his head up and back by the hair. He heard sweet Ashley's voice in his ear -- soft as a whisper -- her breath hot.
"My Dear Michael....we cannot have these noises with other's sleeping...I am sorry to have to whip you, but you must learn that quiet means quiet."
Michael tried to nod, but she had his head forcibly held. She could feel his attempt though and took this as a yes.
The whispering in his ear continued. "Because I shaved you with a straight edge razor yesterday, today you will only need an electric shave. The way it works Michael, is that you will feel an electrical current, which helps your hairs stand on end, to be cut by the fast moving blades of the electric razor. I tell you this because it will hurt and please at times, and you must not make a sound. Is this clear, Michael?"
Michael apprehensively nodded yes.
A hose was used to rinse him of the lather, but he was not dried before the shaving began. And Ashley was right. The electrical impulse sent painful and pleasurable surges throughout his body. Mostly pain ... so why was he hard -- why was he so aroused? He was again embarrassed and confused. And again, his voice betrayed him as he let out a moan.
From behind, one woman used her hand to hold his mouth tightly closed, and pinched his nose closed with the fingers of her other hand. Michael was panicked and started to thrash. A whisper in his ear again. "If you stay calm, Michael, it will only take seconds to finish your chest, and then you might have air. He was scared enough to take full direction, and he stopped moving completely. Ashley seemed to take minutes to finish his chest. He felt like he would soon be unconscious.
But then the hands came down from his face, and he took in a deep cleansing breath -- and another -- and another. Ashley allowed him to lay his head on her shoulder. She stroked his hair as Michael gathered his composure.
"Now, I trust Michael, that you will stand quiet as I do your back."
He nodded big time.
And with this, his back was again rinsed, and Ashley began the same process. While his body moved -- because of the pain or the pleasure -- he could not tell -- his voice did not betray him this time.
"Good, she again whispered in his ear. And now Michael -- did you think about what I had suggested to you yesterday morning?"
He nodded.
"And?"
What was he to do -- he could not speak?
"And"
He nodded yes.
"Yes what Michael?"
She knew -- she knew very well!! What did she expect of him. Jesus!
But she just stepped back and said "What Michael, I do not understand?" She had a gentle yet firm voice -- inviting yet commanding.
Michael knew he had to signal somehow -- that was what was being requested of him -- a creative signal without the use of his voice. But why could he not be allowed to use his voice? She was not so much whispering now? And her voice did not seem to stir sleeping people or horses. Why would his voice do this?
But he knew the signal was what was commanded of him at this
point, so Michael thought for a moment. He then thrust out his
mid-section and wiggled it around in the air, hoping his cock
could be seen over other parts of his body that were moving in
the same area. He hoped that this would be sufficient,
as it was really all he could manage given he was tied so securely.
"Ahhh" said Ashley -- "so you do want a shave --
I am delighted -- you will like this very very much".
And with this, his crotch area was fully lathered by several hands and sponges. Then, he heard Ashley sharpen the straight edge razor on the piece of leather strap. And he was fully and completely shaven. Ashley took this process quite slow -- running the razor behind his aroused cock -- then holding his cock toward the floor, so that the blade could reach every crevice in his lower abdomen. Then, his upper thighs were held firmly apart by one woman, while another pushed his butt forward, exposing his balls. Ashley used the blade on the soft skin of his balls -- simultaneously frightening and arousing Michael. His balls were moved to either side, so the part of his thigh upon which they rested could also be shaven clean. Now the woman pushing his butt forward came to the front of him, and pushed in his lower abdomen so that his butt jutted out from behind. The woman stretching his thighs moved to stretch open his cheeks, and Ashley's blade invaded ever piece of skin, from behind his balls to the upper crack of his butt.
How lovely he looked -- although he could not tell. How wonderful he felt -- this he could tell.
And then, once again he was fully rinsed, and dried by many hands. The tool belt was placed upon him, quite tightly. A pair of blue riding pants were placed on him -- he could tell these were tight, but he could not tell the color. He also did not know yet that blue was the first color used. That this meant he was still on probation. But he would find this out soon enough from the Lady herself. No leather chaps yet -- he could tell, and this disappointed him. Then socks and boots. Then he was released from his chains.
"On your knees please Michael, so I can secure the collar that will hold your key." He did as directed. The collar was placed on and one of the leads was removed.
"Please stand." And he did so. The crop and the other lead were then used to lead him out of the locker area. Outside, the blindfold was removed. His first vision was Ashley -- smiling at him. He could tell that she was quite pleased. This made him very proud.
"My God, you are lovely Michael. The Lady will be pleased. Let us take a slow run to her porch -- I do not want you to get out of breath. Just run beside me -- you know -- like a horse would do, on a lead"
And this Michael did -- feeling the crop on occasion, as Ashley
would say -- "pick up your knees here Michael -- you will
run with less strain -- and you will have better form -- honest".
And Michael would do so. But he still did not know why he so readily
complied or why all of this was feeling so pleasurable....so right.
And finally -- they reached the porch. Lady Equine was standing, fully clothed in leather riding gear, holding a crop, and looking at her watch. Her hair was pulled tightly back in the bun that seemed like part of her working attire.
"I am sorry we are late, my Lady, but does he not look wonderful!" Ashley exclaimed.
Michael stood proud.
Lady Equine regarded him, and then spoke to Ashley. "You have done a fine job, Ashley, but Michael has been made late, and you are now late for your next grooming. Go now to complete your work."
Before she ran off, Ashley nodded to the Lady, and whispered to Michael -- "Do not let her scare you -- you look great -- just be proud and this next part of your lesson will go great."
Lesson, Michael thought.....what lesson?
Lady Equine walked slowly now, coming closer to Michael. "Are you shaven as Ashley suggested?"
"Yes Lady Equine"
"Ahh, finally you speak my name. I wondered when that might happen. Thank you for regarding me with my name. I am pleased. Soon you will have no voice, so it is pleasant to hear my name from your lips, before your voice is taken away. May I see how she shaved you, please?"
WHAT, Michael thought? ARE YOU CRAZY? NO VOICE ... INVESTIGATE MY SEX? He just stood there.
"Ahh, I will take by your rigid stance that this is not within your capability yet." And she wrote something on the note pad that hung on her belt.
"OK, let us continue on with the inspection and the lesson, and then we will get you to work....."
Michael had hoped he did not make a mistake. It was not that he did not want to show her, but more that she caught him off guard. He did not expect her to ask such a question, and before he could understand and unfreeze himself, the chance was gone. Oh, how he hoped he had not fucked up too bad.
Lady Equine walked around him, tugging at his harness, making
sure it was on right this time. She double checked the locks on
the harness and collar, and seemed generally pleased. "Fine
for a stage 1 employee. This should make you very happy, as only
1 out of 20 persons make it this far under our employ."
This comment made Michael feel a bit better, although he still
wondered what was next.
Lady Equine went back to her seat on the porch and signaled
for Michael to approach her. She then pointed to a pad on the
floor in front of her chair. She told him to kneel there and to
place his hands behind his head, and his knees as far apart as
possible. She stated that he must always look in her eyes when
she is talking to him and when he is answering her questions.
Michael did
so and felt a bit uncomfortable and embarrassed -- because of
the intensity of the stare and because the riding pants left nothing
to the imagination. When he was in position, she leaned forward
and pulled the elastic waist band, took a look, and then let it
snap back. She smiled and said "Yes Ashley is one of my best
groomer's. I see you seem to like and trust her, as you seem to
follow her suggestions. She is very playful, is she not?
Michael nodded yes.
She then mentioned that she noticed how out of breath he became
when he ran down to the sta... lockers with Ashley. She said that
she had the next few weeks planned with extra heavy work
and errands around the ranch. This would help him get into shape.
This day, she needed to have a stone wall added onto. Susan would
get him started. She told him a bit about the task. "The
rocks are about 200 yards away. There is a cart -- similar to
the one you retrieved water with -- and you should use this to
help move the rocks. You will have to put the rocks on the cart
and then place each one as an addition to the stone wall. No tools
will be necessary -- just your back, your legs, and your arms.
As it is clear that your thirst will be overpowering, water buckets
have been placed at each location with your name on each one.
This water is for drinking and not for bathing, and, for reasons
of sanitation, you must not stick your hands in any of the buckets.
One of the assistant groomer's will stop by every so often to
check on your condition and do what ever will be needed to help
keep you in fine working condition."
This talk had Michael really wondering. He had no idea what was going on and why he was so excited.
The Lady then gestured for Michael to stand and directed him to seek out Susan, who would show him how his work harness could help with the cart.
Michael walked over to the spot where the rocks were and there found Susan. She said "Hello Michael". Michael smiled. He was happy to see her. Susan stated " I understand you are the one who is going to add to the wall". Michael nodded yes. Susan smiled and said "such a good po.... Boy! You are learning more and more about when to talk and when not to. This is very good. Why don't you load up the cart and let me just watch your body move."
Michael closed his eyes for a minute and took a deep breath. Why did she have to say that, he thought, now I am very nervous and self conscious -- or -- is this how she wants me? He walked over to grab a rock and placed it in the cart. The terrain was level. No hills, so he assumed he could load up the cart with ease. As he bent over to pick up a rock, Susan said "what a nice butt, Michael, can you wiggle it?"
Michael was startled. He turned his head and looked at her
with puzzled eyes. "Come on, Michael, let loose, have some
fun, and give me a wiggle. Michael turned his head back, and,
remembering every thing that he was told during the evaluation
lunch, he gave a short
little wiggle. Then he stood up and put the rock he was lifting
into the cart. Susan said " thank you, Michael. You did great."
Finally, Michael finished filling the cart. He soon became quite happy that this was indeed a little cart.
Then Susan was right next to him and grabbed a ring on his collar and led him over to the cart. She told him to pay attention as he would have to do this the rest of the day by himself. She showed him how -- using the side rings on the wide belt -- he could take the larger straps and clip these together. Then the smaller straps could be hooked to the rings situated on his shoulder straps. Once fastened on, he picked up the poles with his hands. He noticed straps that were connected to wrist restraints, but nothing was mentioned about these at this time. Funny, he thought, with all the ponies they have, why were carts and such designed for people?
"One last thing" Susan said. "To make this cart go, you have to release the brakes." Then she showed him a rubber bit. "Lean your head back, Michael." As he did, she lowered the bit over his head. "Now open up." Michael backed up a bit. She sharply slapped his rear and said "come on Michael, it does not bite, and it is the only way to release the brake. This is a switch and when you bite down on it, it releases the brake. When you let up on it, the brake is applied." Michael closed his teeth around the bit and heard the brakes release. He pulled the cart. It took a good couple of steps to get it moving. Then it was not so bad. As he started off, Susan walked beside him. She mentioned that, now that he was a first stage employee, he would have his lunch provided. "Lucky for you, as I noticed this morning that you did not leave your truck with your human feedbag". Also, certain other things would be done for him like the water buckets for drinking at the rock pile and the wall -- just as Lady Equine had mentioned -- and a groomer stopping by every hour to check on him. And, at the end of the day, Ashley would come and get him to ready him to leave the property.
Michael got to the spot where the wall was going to be added
on to and Susan showed him once more how to undue the harness
from the cart. Then she showed Michael where the wall was going
and how high it was going to be. Michael could see this job was
going to last a few weeks. He started by unloading the rocks.
Then Susan watched him hook up the harness, place
the bit in his mouth, and grab the poles. He bit down and pulled
the cart back. As he passed Susan, she said "Whoa boy".
Michael stopped. and she said that since he was going her way,
she would like a ride. She climbed in and said "giddy up".
Michael shook his head and started to
walk. Why was he getting so excited? He could not figure this
out but he was getting very excited indeed. The way they talked
to him and treated was like he was a pony or something -- (ding)
-- a bell in his head finally went off. Now he was real excited.
He knew now that he really had to try hard. His dream could come
true -- maybe -- if he played along. Of course "played around"
was certainly not the concept he should be incorporating, but
he was new, and he would learn -- the hard way if necessary.
He got to the rock pole and Susan thanked him for the ride."You will notice your water bucket here. Drink as much as you need to, but no hands. You also might notice that your name is on the bucket." Michael looked and saw a sticker on the side that said Michael. Yes -- just as the lady had told him. He loaded up more rocks and got these up to the wall and saw another bucket just like the first one. Hmm. He went over and could not find a cup or a ladle or anything to drink with. He remembered what the Lady told him -- no hands -- so he leaned down and stuck his lips in the water, drinking the cool water and refreshing himself.
While he was drinking, he did not hear that someone was approaching him from behind. This person petted him on the head and said "good boy". He jumped because he did not hear her come up behind him, and it startled him. The woman jumped back a bit and said that she was sorry -- that she should have announced her presence first. She introduced her self as one of Ashley's assistants who was hear to check up on him. She said, "could you stand upright please and look straight ahead." Michael did so, and she took a towel and wiped him down and then took a sponge with cool water and wiped him down again -- lightly. Then she brushed his hair and put sun block on him. When she was finished, she patted him on the butt and said "back to work now boy."
This job was sure different than any he could have ever imagined. He worked with load after load. Every so often the groomer would stop by and go over him again. Lunch time came and the groomer brought food. First he had to be wiped down and cleaned up. Once clean, this same groomer brought his food to him in a bowl. It looked like cereal. It smelled good and had some honey on it, but not too much. He looked at the groomer and she said that his hands were still too dirty, so he would have to do the best he could with out using his hands. He was very hungry and did not want to delay eating by arguing, so he ate it all. Then he got a drink of water. She then said "here is your desert." and placed another plate down before him with apple slices on it. Those tasted so good. Then, once again, she said "back to work now boy"
He finished the rest of the day like this, until Ashley came to get him. He was very tired and was very glad to see Ashley, as this meant the work day was over. By this time, he had come to see Ashley as the trainer who mainly represented pleasure and fun, while Susan mainly represented the trainer who would guide him, direct him, and train him. If only he was able to stand back and look at every thing going on around him, he would be able to see that his position was being formed and that his handlers were being positioned. But Michael was too busy enjoying each minute -- each new sensation -- each new insight -- to bother himself with the grand scheme of things.
Ashley came over and clipped a lead onto his collar and led
him over to an outside washing
area. Here, he was stripped down to nothing except his collar,
hosed down to get off the heavy dirt, blindfolded once again,
and led back to the poles where he had been in the morning.
Michael was groomed again, dressed, led to his car, and sent on his way.