Tony couldn't believe that he had to sleep naked in a stall attached to the back of the garage. If it had only been Max putting him to bed, he might have fought More? Maybe it was the slave aid drink? He let his father and max chain him in a harness in the stall behind the garage. The chains kept him on his feet, which his father reminded Max made sure the pony slave slept upright like a proper pony.
"Oh, almost forgot, Roger brought this over for you to use on Tony," their father said handing a leather and metal device to Max.
Max looked at it quizzically, then at Tony. The pony Slave would have said, "Don't look at me. How should I know what it Is? You're the one who created this reality!" But of course Tony couldn't, the bit gag was in his mouth.
"Ball stretcher and splitter," father explained as he started to attach it to wide eyed Tony. Max saw Tony was reacting negatively. So he hooked up a hose to Tony's mouth bit, the other end came from a tank on the wall marked Slave Aid. Tony calmed down real quickly.
"See we pop one nut through here, and other one through here, now we secure the band's, and attach a weight. Should we start with 1 lb or 2 lbs?"
"Roger suggested 3 lbs," Max said. He glanced a Tony for a reaction, but Tony had totally zoned out on the slave aid. They attached the weights, and secured Tony for the night. The hose was disconnected from Tony, and the lights turned out.
The pain from the ball splitter and stretcher was uncomfortable, but Tony was exhausted from pulling the mower. He somehow managed to fall asleep.
Tony woke with a yawn. He tried to stretch, but had limited mobility due to his restraints. He felt a bit uncomfortable standing there naked in the stall. Birds were chirping, but there was no other sound. It was Saturday morning, and his brother and father would both be sleeping in. Still he felt like someone was watching him.