Latex and leather pony boys

Running through the field were maybe a half dozen young men, all bound in intricate leather or latex outfits. The ones in leather wire harnesses that showed most of their sweaty skin still, with arms bound crossed and upward behind them, while the latex clad ones worse near full body suits. Some wore full horse heads concealing their identity, while others had bits and binders on. All wore what looked like hard to wear boots that kept them on their toes on hooves, along with large horse tails that you realize were firmly held inside of them. The toned boys were being corralled and toyed with by two large farm hand women, armed with whips to strike any boy that didn’t keep moving or lost their proper form.

This sight was both terrifying and breathtaking, realizing such a place not only existed, but was right before you. Barbra laughed saying “this is for our ponies that have had a decent amount of training, not just newbies. Still, you could end up here if you wanted to try at being a show pony. But there’s still so much more!”

With that she continues the tour, forcefully guiding you to a nearby barn. When she opens the door, you hear a chorus of muffled moans, and soon spot the source. There are a row of feminine boys, wearing mixture of sexually feminine cow print outfits, all bound and gagged in bent over positions. While in these positions, a farmhand was roughly milking one of them into a glass bottle as the others all had on chastity devices, but were being overstimulated by various machines.

“This is our milking room, where cute sissy cows are drained of their delicious cream. To ensure it’s at the highest quality, they are edged for atleast a third of the day before they are drained.”

You were feeling yourself hardening again in your cage. Being helpless in a row like this, just another piece of meat to be used, felt so degrading… yet sooo sexy.

“Would you like to continue the tour, or play with one of our cows? Here, this one just started being edged.” She points out a boy in a nearby stall, wearing cow print latex knee high socks and arm socks, along with a full hood that only has two small holes for his nostrils. He had electrodes attached to his nipples, ass, and thighs, and had a vibrator in his ass, all connected to a nearby control panel. If you wanted, you could play with his pain or pleasure easily… but something about his pathetic whimpers sounded familiar.