Chad was squirming in agony, as the multiple rings torturing and stretching his balls did their work. He adjusted the loose shorts, which he had pulled on to answer the door. Except the loose shorts weren't that loose with the boner he was sporting.
Another black box! It was on his doorstep. He looked around, but didn't see anyone nearby. His hands quivered as he undid the bow. This was a much bigger box. He paused to read the card on top.
"Hey, Chad, you're a real stud. Put on what's inside, stud, and meet me at the Huntingdale Stables. Third stall from the end. -Your Secret Admirer"
Chad looked around, and picked the box up in his arms. It was heavier than he expected. He carried it into his house, and closed the door. Then he set it down in the foyer, shucked off his shorts, and opened the box.
Black leather, lots of it, with shiny silver buckles. It was more than a harness, he pulled out a horse tail attached to a dildo. He stared at it, ran his fingers through his hair, and said, "No way!" But he kept staring at the shiny black plug with horse hair the same yellow color as his own hair. He looked in the box and found hoof boots, and hoof mitts, and horsehead hood. He licked his lips.
A lot of the girls were into ponies, and horses. So this one wanted to be mounted in the Huntingdale Stables. He found a bottle of lube, and shrugged. He applied the thick oil to the dildo. Then he pushed it between his butt cheeks. He expected it to be more painful, but perhaps because of the ball stretching it wasn't, and it seemed to lessen the pain from the rings.
He put the boots on next and clopped around in the house. He was nearly 7 feet tall, maybe over. His home did have 10 foot ceilings, so he wasn't sure. He did have to duck to go through doorways. There was a little trial and error with the harness. He did look sexy. He was worried about the mitts, and saved them for last. They appeared to be self locking on the wrists, and he wouldn't be able to use his hands to remove anything once he locked his hands inside. Chad took some photos of himself in the leather gear. Then he put the hood on, it had a bit that fit in his mouth effectively muting his voice as the bit held his tongue in place. He snapped so more pix.
Then, he looked at the card again. She didn't say when she wanted to meet. Was it now! He couldn't exactly drive dressed like this, but he was less than a mile from the back fence of the stables. He tried to put some clothing on, but it wouldn't work. It didn't occur to him to get out of the boots, tail and hood. He grabbed a football blanket, and wrapped that around his torso. Then he grabbed the hoof mitts, and headed out the back door. He opened the gate in the back fence, and entered the public woods, which backed on the property. The acreage belonging to the stables was just across the woods. Chad looked around furtively. The woods were popular for hiking and horse riding. It was a narrow swath between the stables and houses, but opened to over a hundred acres further on.
He heard footsteps and ducked behind a tree. A couple joggers went by . He crossed the trail, and headed for the paddock fence on the far side of the woods narrows.
He had to hide a dozen times, before he reached the fence. He yelped when his hand hit the electric wire as he tried to climb over. He looked at the mitts. He put his would hand in the hoof-shaped mitt. The wrist lock clicked into place. He put his hoof on the wire, no shock. Chad climbed the fence carrying the other mitt. It would be easier if he wore it, but then how would he open the stable door, he wondered. CLICK. He'd figure it out when he got there.