Stable Boy Ch. 12

Jim was grateful that the bit effectively gagged him and he didn't have to answer.

Once the tail was fitted she stood him back up again and looked him over with a critical eye. Then she removed the cage around his penis and carefully brushed his pubic hair before having second thoughts and fetching some clippers to give him a light trim.

"There, that's better; much neater. Now, I want perfection tonight, nothing else will do. You will not let me down. Do not let your attention wander... Hmm.... I know what will help." She went to the cupboard and fetched out a pair of blinkers which fitted to his bridle limiting his field of vision. "There, that will help you concentrate. Remember, head up and eyes straight ahead at all times."

Then he was led to an empty stall at the far end of the stables and tied up to wait. And wait. And wait. He could hear Miss Worthing bustling around and, after a while he heard the door open and Mrs Johnson's distinctive voice. Then, after quite a pause, the door to the stall was opened and Mrs Johnson was led in and tied up next to Jim. She seemed to have none of the nerves that Miss Worthing, let alone Jim, was suffering from and was quite flirty. She had obviously made an effort; her pubic hair was completely shaven, and, although Jim had seen her countless times before, this, and her mood, made her especially attractive so that he couldn't help but stare. Mrs Johnson noticed this and played along, striking various provocative poses before Miss Worthing, who was passing by, saw what was going on and told them both to settle down.

All of a sudden, the other guests started arriving. There was a hubbub of voices and the noise of various people moving about but, as the stall they were in was the last on the row there was very little activity in front of them and, although people occasionally stepped into view, Jim was only able to get brief glimpses. He could hear quite a bit of chatter, the sort of chit-chat that goes with old friends catching up and lots of activity along with the sound of glasses clinking, evidently the wine was being broached but as to what was actually happening he could only guess. Gradually the noise settled down and seemed to drift off towards the arena. Jim could hear a voice over the PA but as the arena was at the other end of the block and the volume was relatively low he couldn't make out the words. Mrs Johnson looked across at him and gave him a wink and a smile. Whatever it was, it was evidently starting.

One by one they would hear people approaching and noises from one of the other stalls followed by the unmistakable sound of pony boots on the brick flooring and another burst of announcements from the PA this time accompanied by music. Then, at last, it was their turn. Miss Worthing arrived carrying the buggy whip. She untied their reins and led them out to the main aisle of the stable block.

"OK, you two, this is it, don't let me down. And you," she looked at Jim, "remember, head up and eyes front at all times. Now here's a special treat for you both."

She reached into her pocket and brought out four bells, each with an attached nipple clamp. She fastened them on, gave them both a second or two to adapt to the pain, and led them down the aisle and up to the door of the arena.

"And now a special treat for you all," the voice came from the PA, "tonight Celia has not one, but two ponies for our entertainment. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Hera and Zephyrus."

There was a burst of applause and Miss Worthing urged them forward and into their routine.

"Hera, we all know well but Zephyrus is our second new pony tonight and, as is Celia's way, named after the Greek god of the west wind. Let's see how they do as she puts them through their paces."

There was a burst off music from the PA and suddenly Jim was really grateful for all the training sessions they had had. This time there were no orders from Miss Worthing but the music provided the rhythm and he just concentrated on remembering the routine that he and Mrs Johnson had been put through so many times. As they emerged into the arena he was equally grateful for the blinkers. Even with the restricted vision he was aware that there were a number of people sitting in the bleachers and, over in one corner a number of 'ponies' standing waiting patiently. He suddenly felt very open and exposed, very on display. However he was far too busy to do anything other than concentrate on getting the steps right, keeping in time to the music, keeping his head up, his eyes front and a big smile on his face despite the tugs of pain as the bells bounced up and down on his chest. He circled the arena to the left whilst Mrs Johnson, or should that be 'Hera', circled it to the right and then, as they met again, they were paraded around as a pair, sometimes at a walk, sometimes at a canter and sometimes at a gallop. Miss Worthing gave no verbal commands but stood at the centre of the arena and used the buggy whip to direct.

Finally the routine was over and they were brought to a halt in the middle of the arena to enthusiastic applause from the bleachers. Miss Worthing gave a bow and a then led Jim and Mrs Johnson over to the side where the other ponies were tied up and waiting. There were four more in total; one Jim recognised as Kathy, looking quite radiant in a harness of white leather with a matching plume rising from her bridle. The other three were a woman somewhat older than Miss Worthing, Jim guessed she might be in her low forties, a middle aged man and a tall black man who seemed to be in his thirties. All of them wore the same basic pony gear with black and brown the norm except for Kathy's which was in white.

"Well, that's the dressage section completed and I think you'll all agree it's been one of the best displays we've had in a long while; six beautifully turned out ponies. Thanks to all the trainers for all their hard work," the voice came from the PA, "so, whilst we judges make up our minds why don't you take a break, sample some of Celia's delicious canapés and assess the form for the sulky racing."

There was a general murmur of conversation as the people from the bleachers came down into the arena and headed for the buffet. However it wasn't long before the early birds had taken a selection of bites, poured themselves a glass of wine and were heading over to where the ponies were tied up. Whilst all the ponies were up for inspection inevitably Jim and Kathy were the main attractions. One woman, an older, matronly type, headed straight for Jim and, almost as if unable to resist, ran her hands along his sides, his thighs and, of course, his groin. Jim concentrated hard on keeping his head up and his eyes forward as the busy fingers stroked his penis.

"Celia, my dear, what an exciting find," she gushed. "Are there any more where this one came from? Quite the young stallion, isn't he?"

"He's responding well to training," Miss Worthing replied.

"I'll bet he is, I'll bet he is." Whilst still stroking his penis the woman stood back a bit and looked down speculatively. "And is he good over distances... or does he tend to fade in the finish."

"As I said, he's responding well to training," Miss Worthing laughed brightly, "and how's George doing? It's a shame he couldn't be included in tonight's show."

"Oh, George is George, aren't you dear?" The woman said with an indulgent smile.

"Yes, Mistress," A man of similar age who had been standing behind her stepped forward.

"Well, have a care, my dear, or I might see if Celia has any more of these from wherever she found him. I might trade you in for a younger model. Now let's go and see the other newcomer. Two new ponies in one meet. We don't get that very often." She left with George trailing in her wake.

They had hardly left before the next couple came along. Once again Jim was inspected as livestock and all questions were directed at Miss Worthing. Gradually Jim was getting a feel for what was going on. Although there were only six ponies 'on show' it would appear that the club consisted of twenty or so couples who took turns. There was even some muttering about Miss Worthing having taken two places but this was mitigated by the presence of two new ponies and the tacit admission that, as hostess, she made the rules. Within each couple it was easy to spot which was the dominant partner as they were the only ones who spoke to Miss Worthing and, as you might expect, Jim was mostly of interest to those couples where the man was the pony. There was plenty of sexual innuendo, mostly wrapped up in equestrian language, and it would seem that teasing the ponies in an attempt to raise a reaction was all part and parcel of the game. Hands wandered all over Jim's body, mostly concentrating on the bells on his nipples and his ever-hardening penis. Jim's ego got several boosts as comments were made about the size and firmness of his erection and questions were asked as to whether he was available for 'stud'.

Jim wasn't getting all the attention, however. Mrs Johnson, standing next to him, was getting her fair share of admirers and had no reason to feel left out. Jim wondered vaguely how Kathy was coping with this but, with the blinkers on and his eyes firmly forward, he could only wonder as she was out of his field of vision.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the PA started up, "if I could ask you all to return to your seats we've just enough time to announce the winner of the dressage contest before we start the sulky racing."

There was a general bustle as the crowd returned to the bleachers and they settled back for the second half.

"Firstly, here's the result of the dressage contest. Whilst Celia Worthing's delightful display of Hera and Zephyrus was very commendable and we've seldom seen anything prettier than Zara Thornton's Candi Floss we're delighted to announce that, once again, Amy Rutherton's Chocolate Soldier is the winner." There was a slight murmur from the crowd along the lines of 'He always wins'. "Yes, I know he always wins," the judge continued, slightly peeved, "but that's because he's the best. Better luck next time to the rest of you. Now then, the sulky racing will be seven laps of an obstacle course and, as ever, four faults will be added on for hitting any obstacle or for failing to maintain a correct gait. Now then, if we can just get ready..." Whilst this had been going on two of the club members had been arranging jumps and other obstacles to give a sort of figure eight course around the arena.

"That's perfect," the judge announced. "Now let's start with the dressage winners, Amy Rutherton and Chocolate Soldier."

Whilst things were being made ready there was a general relaxation along the line of ponies and Jim was able to surreptitiously look around. Amy Rutherton was, like her pony, Afro-Caribbean and looked stunning in her riding gear. She led Chocolate Soldier over to the sulky, unclipped his wrists and attached them to the shafts. Apart from a bush of pubic hair he was completely shaven and it looked like his body had been oiled so it gleamed under the lights. He had a grace and power that Jim knew he could only aspire to and was very much a natural between the shafts. Jim watched intently, taking in as much as he could. Sure Miss Worthing had schooled him in pulling the sulky and he had done plenty of circuits of the arena with and without obstacles but here was an expert and it paid to take note. Amy got in the sulky and picked up the buggy whip so as to guide her pony around the course.

The judge rang a bell and they set off, winding in and out of the fences as whilst, all the time, Chocolate Soldier kept up the high kneed gait that Jim had been taught. All was going well and he was pulling for the finish when, whether by his inattention of by Amy's, the sulky wobbled and clipped a fence.

"Well, that was an excellent two minutes fifty seven seconds but with four faults added for hitting the last fence. Now, it's time for the first of our newcomers, Zara Thornton and Candi Floss.

As Chocolate Soldier was led back to the waiting area Jim could see that Amy was far from pleased. As a couple they obviously took this very seriously and it looked like Chocolate Soldier would suffer later, whether hitting the fence was his fault or not. Meanwhile Kathy, or should that be Candi Floss, was being led out and fastened to the shafts.

Whilst she would never have the power, or even the grace, of the larger, older man, there was no doubt that Candi Floss looked pretty as a picture standing between the shafts of the sulky. She had a glow about her that Jim had never seen before and, as she pulled away her poise and gait were perfect. Miss Thornton wasn't pushing her hard, she knew this was all about the show and not the winning and she was using the buggy whip sparingly, guiding rather than urging and, in the end, they completed the course in a creditable three minutes forty seven seconds and no faults.

Next off was the middle-aged man. You could tell that he, and his 'owner' didn't take this as seriously as some and the time was slow with eight faults added. Then came the other woman. Her gait was near perfect but she hadn't the grace that Mrs Johnson had, let alone Miss Worthing, and her clear round was, whilst faster than Candi Floss's not remarkable.

Then it was Jim's turn. He realised he was in with a chance. He knew he was fit and he knew how he should do it. If only he could keep a clear round then he'd be ahead of the main opposition, Chocolate Soldier. Miss Worthing unhitched him from the waiting area and led him across to the sulky. He stood between the shafts, fully aware that all eyes were on him and he knew he couldn't let Miss Worthing down, that she was counting on him to do her proud. He felt the lurch of the shafts as the sulky took the weight as Miss Worthing got in, the bell rang and he was off. Furiously concentrating on his deportment he strived to keep a balance between speed, grace, and accuracy. With a rictus grin on his face he struggled to remember to keep his knees high, to keep his head up, to twist and turn but not too much or too fast. He could feel the whip against his buttocks as Miss Worthing urged him on but she was using it as a guide, not a prompt and she was letting him do the work. He soon lost count of the laps, he was only focusing as far ahead as the next obstacle as they came at him, fence after fence after fence until, at last, he heard the bell ring and he was there. The round completed fault free.

"Well, that was a superb round by Zephyrus in a very strong three minutes and five seconds putting him firmly in the lead," came over the PA as Jim staggered to a halt. Miss Worthing jumped out of the sulky and went round to unfasten him and take him back to the waiting area.

"Come on, keep your head up, remember your gait. Don't ruin it now," she whispered furiously in his ear as she led him across the arena.

Then it was Mrs Johnson's, or rather, Hera's turn. As Miss Worthing led her across the arena she gave a swing of her hips making her tail swish from side to side. Jim could tell that she was loving the show, loving being in the spotlight, the focus of everyone's attention. Her round, whilst not particularly fast, was the epitome of style; she may not have had the grace and power of Chocolate Soldier but, matched with Miss Worthing, she had an elegance, a class, that none of the others could match.

"Yet another clear round, this time in three minutes and twenty seven seconds which leaves Celia Worthing as the winner with Zephyrus; a superb showing from one of our two new ponies. So, if the winners will come forward and collect their cups..."

Miss Worthing led Jim and Amy Rutherton led Chocolate Soldier over to the judging table where they were presented with cups, just as if this had been a real equestrian event. There was a round of applause from the bleachers but Jim noted that only the owners bowed, he and Chocolate Soldier stood still as if real horses.

"So, that just about wraps it up for another Meet," the judge continued over the PA. "I think we'll all agree it's been a great time and it's very good to see some new ponies around the place. And, whilst on the subject of new ponies I think you'll all agree that Candi Floss is one of the prettiest things we've seen in a long while and her display of sulky racing was a delight to watch and, I for one, look forward to seeing much more of her in the future. So, we'll see you all next time at... Manor Farm, isn't it."

There was a shout of 'That's right; my place at the end of August. I'll email details' from one of the crowd and, with that, the meeting broke up. However, it was far from over for Jim. Now that the formal part of the Meet was completed the crowd came down to the floor of the arena to chat and socialise. There was still plenty of the buffet left to eat and no one seemed I a hurry to rush off and, whilst they were chatting, several of the women came over and asked if they could take Zephyrus for a drive. Kathy, or rather Candi Floss was just as popular and there was some contention for the buggy. Eventually they compromised by taking turns as the various spectators mounted the sulky and drove them around. Just how he was treated varied greatly, some of the riders simply wanted to sit back and enjoy the ride; others wanted more of a race and would flick the buggy whip against his buttocks urging him on. Jim tried to give each one what she, and it always was a she, wanted, for the slower rides he'd emphasise his gait, showing off his pony style, for the faster ones he'd give them more of a race, sacrificing style for speed. Jim was in-between rides and standing next to Miss Worthing watching Kathy pull the sulky when Amy Rutherton came over.

"Don't get too attached to that cup," she said, half joking. "You can't rely on this one..." she flicked Chocolate Soldier's buttocks with her riding crop, "making a mistake every time."

"And this one," Miss Worthing gave Jim a squeeze, "can only get faster. See you next time, Amy."

Jim could tell that there was a friendly rivalry between the two women and he knew he had scored extra kudos by beating Chocolate Soldier. He wondered what, if anything, would be his reward.

At last the Meet was over and, one by one, the couples drifted off. There was some disappointment when Kathy was led away but Miss Thornton was adamant that her pony had had enough. Finally, Miss Worthing said goodbye to the last few guests and she, along with Jim and Mrs Johnson, were left alone in the arena. With a beaming smile on her face she took them back to the shower room and took extra care as she washed them down thoroughly before taking them back to the tack room to remove their pony gear. She stood Jim to one side as she worked on Mrs Johnson, starting with her tail and then freeing her wrists so that they could work together on the rest. As Miss Worthing knelt down to unfasten the pony boots Mrs Johnson loosened the straps on her bridle.

"Look, I've had a great night, really enjoyed myself but, do you know, I've got a bit of a headache coming on," Mrs Johnson said once she had removed the bit from her mouth. "If you don't mind I'll skip the next bit; I think I'll take myself home."

"Are you sure?" Miss Worthing asked with concern. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm fine, well, not fine but... Look, I'll call you tomorrow," Mrs Johnson said as she worked on getting her harness off before putting on a loose tracksuit.

"Well, if you're sure... tomorrow, then," Miss Worthing said. She went over to Mrs Johnson and they kissed. Then, with a friendly wave to Jim, Mrs Johnson was off leaving the two of them alone.

"Now then, what are we going to do with you?" Miss Worthing said to Jim a broad smile on her face.