The training grounds were a ten minute trot down the road from the mantion. Tony's training harness didn't cover much at all. Not that Tony had anything to cover up. Max lead him by a short leash to his nipples. He was wearing jeans, boots, shirt, vest and a cowboy hat and looking very much like the model he was in this new reality.
Tony on the other hand wore tight leather harnesses all across his body that gave Max plenty of hand holds and attachment points for rope and leashes. Tony's head bit gag now had straps attached to it wrapping around his head and holding his blinds up to the sides of his eyes, making him only able to look straight ahead. It also gave him a pair of decorative horse ears.
Cameras flashed all around them as they casually jogged to the training grounds. Tony could have died of shame. Despite his exhaustion, he wished Max would run faster with him so they could get out of sight sooner. His buttplug tail whipped back and forth behind his swaying ass. Nothing covered his humiliatingly baron crotch.
The paparazzi were left behind as Max and Tony entered the training field. Privet properly and all that. It was basically a large ranch. Grasless dirt enclosed within wooden fences. Some sheds with tools. A propper barn further up the road. Not the one stall barn in the mantion's back yard.
"How's your new horse coming along?" Ivon called, riding towards them on a mighty black steed. Tony took an intimidated step back. With its head held high and proud, the steed was more than twice as tall as Tony. Even counting that Tony's horse shoes kept him perpetually on his toes.
"Why don't you swing down and have a look?" Max invited. Ivon dismounted and took a firm hold of Tony by his nipple harness. Tony yelped. He avoided his father's eyes, looking at the ground awkwardly.
"Looking better. But it obviously needs training. Just look at Obsidian here," Ivon slapped a hand onto the might flank of his black steed. The muscles were as hard as the horse's namesake.
"That's what we're here for," Max said, bringing Tony through the gate to one of the fenced off areas.
"And what are you training it to be? Race horse? Show horse? Passenger cart horse? Cargo cart horse? Pack muel? Delivery pony? Riding horse? Breeding mare? How about just trying it in the mill to pull the leaver in circles to help power the mansion?"