[ that waft of scent is driving him crazy. as much as he doesn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to them he can't help arching his tail and prancing a bit as they walk, equine instincts excited. maybe it's a pavlovian response at this point, honestly, heading into this section of the barn with the stud chain on and the smell of a breeder's slick heavy in his nostrils. it's humiliating, but his cock is already halfway unsheathed just while they're walking, dangling beneath him.
maybe it sells the deceit, though, because nobody stops them. shiro stamps and snorts at a couple lingering gazes, but nobody demands to know their destination, or follows them, or seems to care that shiro's restraints look a little haphazard.
a little surge of guilt moves through him when matt admits he's never been to the breeding stalls before. shiro has been here a lot, for a gladiator. ]
...put twelve hours. We can reserve it for the whole night. Y-you don't have to stay, of course, they'll just think I was brought in for a fuck and then my handler was too lazy to move me back to my own stall.
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maybe it sells the deceit, though, because nobody stops them. shiro stamps and snorts at a couple lingering gazes, but nobody demands to know their destination, or follows them, or seems to care that shiro's restraints look a little haphazard.
a little surge of guilt moves through him when matt admits he's never been to the breeding stalls before. shiro has been here a lot, for a gladiator. ]
...put twelve hours. We can reserve it for the whole night. Y-you don't have to stay, of course, they'll just think I was brought in for a fuck and then my handler was too lazy to move me back to my own stall.