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me or Ben -- or Kip, whoever you want -- will help put a tail in you."
Lucas shuddered, his anal muscles instinctively clenching tightly. "Some choice."
"It's bearable. If you start out as a pony you won't have to worry about being captured and
converted into a working pony. In other words no one else would get to slide that tail into you.
They could put a collar on you and play around with you but that's the worst they can do."
"Define 'play around'."
Adam's thumb stroked his neck again. "Things I've done to you already."
A shiver worked its way up Lucas' spine. "My other option?"
"You start out as a free-range stallion and take your chances that you or one of our guys
will find the flag and end the game before you're caught and converted. You can remain
completely untouched that way."
"But only if I avoid capture and we win," Lucas pointed out.
"Yeah. Only if. It's possible, Lucas. We've won at pony games as often as we've lost."
Lucas laughed bitterly. "Is that supposed to sound encouraging?"
Adam's smile was quick, the flicker of a moth's wings. "Just telling it to you straight,
man."
"Or not, as the case may be," Lucas said dryly.
"What are we waiting for?" Donahue called out, impatient. "I want a chance at that virgin
ass."
Lucas sent the other man a dirty look. "I never should have believed a word he told me,"
he muttered. "Look, Adam -- about what I said earlier--"
"I need you to trust me," Adam said firmly.
"And I do. I never should have doubted you. It was stupid of me. I know you better than
that."
He did know Adam. He'd watched the man enough, heard the words he needed to hear, to
draw a pretty good picture of who Adam really was. While there were things about the bigger
man that made him uncomfortable, Lucas should never have considered Adam someone who
would abuse another person.
"I hope you do know me better than that," Adam said quietly. He stared into Lucas' eyes
for a long moment, ignoring Donahue's calls for them to start the game. "I'm your captain and
you're my responsibility, Lucas. I take that very seriously."
He was asking for trust. Lucas sighed. "What do you think I should do tonight?"
Adam didn't reply. He looked over at Donahue. "My free range stallions are me, Tyler
and Lucas."
"Oh, shit, it's on," one of Rory's crew murmured excitedly. "Extra incentive tonight, boys.
There's gonna be a cherry on top." He winked at Lucas.
Lucas could feel waves of anger rolling off his skin.
"This may be the fastest game you ever lose," Kip retorted, glaring across at the other
team. "While you're tripping over your dicks we'll be grabbing the flag."
Donahue's grin was shit-eating. "Looks like we'll find out. Cap'n, prepare your ponies.
We're starting in ten."
Adam didn't move, his eyes locked on Lucas'.
Lucas realized Adam was waiting for him to react to the decision to keep him free-range.
"I trust you," he told the bigger man.
Adam nodded. "That's what I need to hear."
"We're gonna get our asses handed to us." Tyler stepped up to Adam's other side and
sneered at Lucas. "Are you going to waste time trying to protect him?" he asked of Adam.
Lucas met his antagonistic gaze, understanding Tyler's resentment and jealousy. He'd
helped put them there. "I'm not going to get in your way. I'll play the game like everyone else. I
don't need protecting."
Tyler's laugh was bitter. "So you won't mind getting bent over and your ass plugged by
Donahue and his buddies? Because fuck the flag, their only target is you, new guy."
Lucas raised his chin. "Then I'll have to be faster and smarter than them."
Tyler just rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I'm sticking by Lucas' side as much as I can," Adam replied to Tyler's original
question. "I'm counting on you to find that flag on your own, Ty."
Pride suffused Tyler's face. "I've found it four times before. I can find it again." He
glanced briefly, dismissively at Lucas. "Not that I'm doing it to save you."
"Thank you anyway, Tyler," Lucas said.
Looking annoyed, Tyler walked away to join the rest of the crew who were stripping off.
"I want you to help Ben with his tail," Adam said, drawing Lucas' attention back to him.
"He'll like that."
Stifling his nervousness, Lucas said, "I'm on it."
He found Ben with the others, naked and holding one of the horse tail dildos in his hand.
His strong, athletic body was dark in the faint moonlight but Lucas could see enough of it to
admire its beauty. Ben grinned with open delight when he saw Lucas approaching.
"Are you helping me?"
Lucas nodded. "What do you need me to do?"
Ben held out the dildo. "Mount me, buddy."
Lucas' mouth went dry. "You want me to -- I don't want to hurt you, Ben."
"You won't," Ben assured him easily. "I've taken plenty of these before, real and plastic."
Ben's grin was reassuring and Lucas tried to relax as he accepted the dildo in his hand.
He was embarrassed to be holding it but around him the rest of his friends were helping each
other insert the toys into each other, laughing or moaning as they did so. It was no big deal.
"Do I just--?"
A tube was held out to him. "Slick it up first and give me a few fingers too."
Lucas blushed. "Okay."
He'd touched Ben's body before. He'd been inside it. When Ben bent over, bracing
himself with his hands on his thighs, Lucas remembered him in the bay like this, open and ready
for Lucas' cock.
Heart hammering, he squirted lube onto the dildo, feeling a bit foolish to be fondling the
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