Title: Ponyboy
Series: The Braided Crop Ranch
Author: AE Lister
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 04/12/2021
Length: 71200
Genre: Contemporary BDSM, LGBTQIA+, BDSM, pony play, puppy play, cowboys, entertainment, sex toys, menage, rewards, punishments, insta-love, voyeurism
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Owen Lipke is looking for adventure. When he hears about a ranch in the Muskokas catering to kinky men who don’t want to settle for backroom amateurs, he signs up in a second.
At the Braided Crop Ranch, Owen finds what he’s looking for: A sex-positive space with safety protocols and Doms (trainers) who know their business. And a stable full of well-behaved ponyboys to prove it.
Owen thinks his trainer, Kamal, is hot as hell but finds being a ponyboy isn’t as intuitive as he expected. As he struggles to learn the basics of equine pet play under the firm hand of his trainer, he finds himself falling for the experienced older man.
And perhaps Kamal is developing a thing for the young, adventurous newcomer. But there are rules about fraternizing with staff at the ranch. And Owen wonders if it’s wise to fall in love with the pragmatic trainer who unravels him layer by layer to expose his deepest needs and most secret proclivities.
But perhaps wisdom is overrated. And maybe the rewards of adventure are only achieved when you abandon caution and take a huge leap of faith.
Ponyboy
AE Lister © 2021
All Rights Reserved
The journey from Ottawa to the Braided Crop Ranch in Tamara’s silver Mazda was enjoyable enough, although I became bored looking at nothing but trees. As we got close to the ranch, we had to exit the main highway onto some quieter roads. Luckily, Mr. Marsland had sent a detailed map with directions for the off-highway driving. Without it, we’d have been doomed.
“Rattlers Revenge?” Tamara commented. “We’re really in the Old West now.”
“Whoa, this is pretty remote. I hope the photos on the website were accurate.”
“I can’t remember anything except skin and harnesses and cock cages on pretty boys.”
“Men, Tamara, not boys. Jeez, we’re all consenting adults.”
“Yeah but you have to agree that ponyboy has a nice ring to it.”
I grinned, nodding. “Yes. Yes, it does.”
After about twenty minutes, the trees thinned, and an expanse of blue sky became visible in the distance. We rolled up to an imposing set of iron gates with BCR in large iron letters on its front.
Tamara pressed the intercom buzzer.
“BCR. Connor speaking.”
“Hiya, Connor. I’m delivering a pony for you.”
“Oh. Fantastic. What is this pony’s name, please?”
Tamara waved a fly away from her open window. “Fuck, it’s hot out there.”
I leaned over her. “Hi, I’m Owen Lipke. My driver is a little insane.
“Hi, Owen. Ask your driver to come on through.”
Tamara pulled into the small dirt parking lot and slotted the Mazda against the fence. She turned off the engine.
“I need to use the bathroom. Do you think they’ll let me?”
“Fuck, I’d kill for a cigarette,” I muttered, craving the familiarity of it more than the hit of the drug. I was a bundle of nerves.
“Something tells me you’ll be so busy and overwhelmed for the first couple of days you won’t even remember you used to smoke,” Tamara said.
I sure hoped she was right.
We stepped out of the car into the warmth of the day and took in our surroundings. Tamara craned her neck and shaded her eyes, searching the distant paddocks for half-naked, harnessed men. Her red denim shorts stopped at a frayed edge above her knees and her polka dotted shirt skimmed midthigh and pulled against her cleavage. Her lipstick matched the red of her shorts.
“The new session doesn’t officially start until tomorrow, Tamara.” I yawned, stretching out my arms and shoulders. “I’m sure the men from the previous session have gone.”
“Well, fuck.”
The disappointment on her face made me laugh. I grabbed my duffel bag and walked past her, up the porch stairs to the door. I put my hand on the knob and glanced back. “Are you coming?”
She nodded. “Yep. But I better see some ponyboys today, Owen, or this entire trip has been wasted.”
I had no idea if either of us would see a ponyboy today.
“It’s not a fucking petting zoo, Tamara.”
“Ooh. Could you imagine? I wonder if they’ve given that any thought.” She tapped her finger on her chin as she followed me.
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AE Lister/Elizabeth Lister is a Canadian non-binary author with a vivid imagination and a head full of unique and interesting characters. They have published many other books, one of which (Beyond the Edge) received an Honorable Mention from the National Leather Association–International for excellence in SM/Leather/Fetish writing.
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