uhm just got crazy hard thinking about multiple handlers needed in order to break me in. i’m a mustang and i sure as hell don’t wanna be ridden or touched. maybe i get pinned down and get a 3 point or 5 point play collar wrapped around my neck and then they let me go, just to ease the pressure. then again, i’m cornered, i get some leather leashes forced on each of the rings in the collar, and im fighting and pulling the whole while, putting up a fight. then the metal clicks together and the smell of mink oil makes me dizzy and twitch with arousal. i’m tied off to some posts, forced in one direction by crowding of bodies and pulling of leashes, overwhelmed not knowing how to escape. there isn’t any escape. they are locking me in place, there’s someone behind me roping my arms together behind my back and there’s someone putting cuffs one each of my ankles going “woah boy, easy does it”, spreading my legs apart and there’s not a hint of aggression in anyone’s voice. this is just a job that needs doing, a young stallion needing to be broke. and i’m trying to kick and i’m trying to fight it but someone in leather gloves grabs my head and forces a halter on me and i know im getting to the point where i’ll never have the same fight i used to. i’m bound, there’s no escape.