Mike trudged behind Wind Seeker’s horse with his lashed hands trying to shield the sun from the pink flesh of his cock. They bounced low on his stomach and he welcomed the relief of not having them attached to his ring. He was determined not to do anything to make them secure them to his sack again. A few times he staggered and the leash pulled the choker chain cutting off his air. He quickly rebalanced and forced his bare feet through the tall grass, weary legs moving him forward. Late in the afternoon, they stopped to eat. Mike was unleashed from the saddle and his heavy pack dropped to the ground when the straps were loosened. His head and neck ached from the strain of carrying the weight in such an awkward manner. Rising Sun freed his hands and Mike cautiously stretched, aware of the traces down his back that were still connected to his balls. Bits of jerky were tossed toward him and Mike scrambled in the high grass, searching for them. He reached for a piece with his hand and Wind Seeker yelled, “Dog.”
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