The Copper Horse #1 Fear (11 page)

Reuben sighed with a bit of irritation but wanted to just get it right, so it could end sooner. Hans' presence made him feel even more uncomfortable and embarrassed, but he did what was ordered—marching with his knees high up. This only stressed the presence of the small phallus deep in his body as it shifted with his every move.

"Yes, that's the spirit!" exclaimed Erik, watching him with obvious hunger.

At one point though, Reuben had to stop, feeling deeply uncomfortable. He stood with the front of his body to Erik, so his master wouldn't see how he was flexing his buttocks in an attempt to shift the slippery object inside of him. Its shape made it hard to just 'accidentally' push out.

"Are you bored? Because I think you need some trotting," Erik commented with enthusiasm.

Reuben shook his head and walked as briskly as he could. The hair brushing against his bruised thighs was only another irritant, reminding him what his role was.

"Not today?" Erik asked, following him with his eyes. "Tired?"

Reuben wasn't sure if it was an actual question or if he was being teased, but in the end, he stopped and nodded, looking Erik into the eyes with a frown. The man smiled at him with suspicious tenderness.

"On your knees, Copper." He dropped the longe and slowly walked over to Reuben, who hesitated for only half a second, before dropping to his knees. As humiliated as he felt by this position, he was looking forward to getting rid of the phallus inside of him. After a moment, he went so far as to bend over, resting his cheek on the carpet. Maybe, if he was lucky, Erik would actually finish sucking him off. For now, he just felt a hand on his bruised bottom, and he shifted uncomfortably.

"I will only be bad to you if you're bad to me." Erik sighed and Reuben heard a silent rustle of fabric before the pull at his insides shifted his attention elsewhere. He let out a moan of relief and nodded in appreciation. His body pulsated even after the phallus was pulled out. Somehow, Reuben sensed that Erik wasn't lying and that his pleasure didn't lie in beating him. The problem was that his requests were unreasonable or, to be blunt, barking mad.

Unexpectedly, the pressure at his anus was back, and this time it was a long, hot prick that went right inside his loosened, slicked up hole. Reuben writhed under Erik's weight, stupefied, arching his back and tensing his muscles in response. He was not to be used like that! He'd had some pretty bad fucks in his life, but this was simply out of order! Everything was happening too fast! But then on the other hand, there was nothing he could do about it anymore. If he didn't agree to it, if he fought back but lost... it just wasn't his fault anymore. No one could blame him for giving in, so he might as well try and relax.

"Oh, yeah, Copper... good boy!" Erik whispered, his whole cock buried in Reuben. He spooned Reuben, loudly smelling his skin and stroking his sides with rough fingertips. "I will make you a perfect show stallion!"

Reuben gave in to the pleasure, surprised by Erik's gentleness. He held back any moans, biting on the mouthpiece instead, but his muscles were slowly giving in. He had no idea what this man was on about, but he definitely didn't mind the cock and loved that no one knew it. Soon, it was thrusting into him over and over, every time withdrawing almost completely to slide back in up to the hilt. The feeling of heat and fullness, the constant stimulation of his insides, made Reuben shiver.

He knew it shouldn't feel this good, but he couldn't help it that it did. At some point, his master's breath became more ragged and he grabbed the reins in one hand, forcing Reuben's head back as the pace of penetration quickened. In this position, Reuben felt completely impaled on that long, hard prick. He wasn't very happy about his face being more visible when lifted, but he just went with it, as there was no choice for him to make.

They moved together at a furious pace, and Reuben straightened his back when his head was pulled back once more. It'd been years since he'd done this sober. There was just something in having another man's cock deep inside that made him feel like a part of something bigger. His own stiff prick was barred from release because of the leather band, and the pain was increasing. But for now, the feeling of a cock pistoning in and out, balls slapping against his battered ass, firm but gentle hands holding him in place, were enough of a distraction. He could sense Erik becoming agitated, and finally he growled, pushing into him with brutish force for the last few times before stopping completely, his weight supported on Reuben. Erik's warm breath tickled his skin.

Reuben put his cheek back on the floor, utterly confused by his own reactions. He slowly pushed his hips against Erik's in an attempt to remind the man of his own desperate need.

"Oh, yes, Copper... such a greedy stallion." Erik groaned as he tried to compose himself and eventually pulled his limp cock out. The fake phallus was back in, filling Reuben again. Before he could complain, a hot tongue rolled over the side of his hip. "On your back."

"Take it out!" he whined with a lisp, clumsily turning onto his back, his chest moving up and down fast. There was drool and blood all over his chin, and he wanted to cry in embarrassment. Erik exhaled, leaning down to lick some of the fluids off. He was very handsome and sensuous, which only made things more confusing for Reuben, who whined as he felt his master taking hold of his penis and releasing it from the leather strap.

"No." Erik's voice was frighteningly calm. "You have no say in this, Copper."

Reuben didn't want to go into further discussion of this topic, as he assumed Erik would stick to his words. He did utter a sigh of relief though when his prick was finally free again. No one had ever restrained him in such a way, and he found the concept appalling! The fact that he felt Erik's come deep inside, now blocked by the phallus, was so humiliating but he dared not even mention it. However, when he saw the blond head going down to his crotch, this face became the center of his universe. An instant wave of pleasure went through him as Erik took him into his wet mouth again with a soft grunt. He let his hands roam over Reuben's body, bobbing his head in quick, jabbing motions. It only took a few thrusts for Reuben to come with a short, quiet moan. His face felt hot as a flame when his sphincter tightened around the phallus. He had no strength left for anything.

Erik lifted his head slowly, gathering come from around his lips and licking it off his fingers. He visibly relaxed, continuing to stroke Reuben's body, his limp cock sticking out of the lowered breeches.

Reuben looked at him with a flush, still lightheaded after the mind blowing release. The whole situation was so insane that he didn't have much grasp on it anymore. And Erik had obviously done it all before. Looking into his eyes, Reuben started wondering what could have happened to the ones before him. '
Did he kill them?'

"Satisfied?" Erik smiled, snatching Reuben from the unpleasant thought as he lay down by his side, warm fingers slowly petting Reuben's thigh.

He looked away, ashamed that it was all happening to him. "Take it out," he insisted, uselessly trying not to lisp. He was refusing to show how much he enjoyed the sex.

"No." Erik was slowly kissing his way up Reuben's jaw. "I want to know you get the best of everything."

Reuben looked at him bewildered, with no understanding of what exactly was 'best' in his opinion. Apparently, having a fake cock up his ass was one of those 'best' things. He didn't answer, as he started suspecting Erik took pleasure in seeing him lisp. The tender caresses continued, but this bizarre environment and the fact that there was someone else in the room with them, watching him being forced to take a cock up the ass, did not really help him to relax.

"You will be my pet horse, Copper." Erik's sensuous voice tickled his ear. "I will get you everything you need and train you so you can make me proud in the future."

It didn't even sound that bad, coming from a man as handsome as Erik, but now, remembering Hans was in the room, he felt uneasy. Was he going to be subjected to this kind of treatment every day? On the other hand, he couldn't even remember the last time someone had touched him so gently. He would usually never let them, but now that he had no choice, he was privileged to just submit to the pleasure. And then... what did Erik actually mean? What would 'being a horse' involve? He dreaded to think.

Erik lapped at his gagged mouth again, and then his hands went to the buckles holding the halter in place. "Easy now, Copper."

"Huh?" Reuben's attention kept focusing on those strange, two-colored eyes. Finally, the leather halter was loosened and Erik took it off him, along with the bit. With its loss, Reuben's jaw seemed suddenly hollow and tense. Now he was even more naked, and with the gag gone, he felt obliged to say something.

"You do this often, prick?" he spat out. He wanted to cover up for how much fun he had in the sex, but his mouth screwed shut when he got a loud smack on the cheek. He was shocked at how Erik didn't even hesitate.

"What was that, Copper?" His owner's voice sounded strangely cool.

"I..." He was certain Erik kept calling him 'Copper' every single time, to remind him of his place. It really made him feel like a dumb animal, which needed repetition. "Please sir, this is not a place for me," he said with forced respect.

Erik studied him for a moment but shook his head with a smile, gently stroking Reuben's face. His fingers smelled of ink and there were dark marks around his bluish fingernails.

"That's what they all say, but trust me, I know a good stallion when I see one." Erik took hold of Reuben's jaw and gave him a small kiss on the lips.

Reuben looked at him. "How do you know, sir?" he asked, without thinking much. His heart skipped a beat at the kiss.

Erik's pretty lips stretched in a languid smile and he repeated the peck, drawing even closer. "It's a gut feeling. I just know."

"What happened to others?" Reuben looked up at his master.

"Depends on how well they did." Erik lapped at Reuben's lips, exhaling softly.

"So you let them go, if they did well!" Reuben said, with growing enthusiasm.

"Maybe I would," Erik breathed, kissing him again, "but no one has been that good so far, so I sold them to other stable owners."

"There are others?" Reuben blinked, simply perplexed.

"Yes, but only some own horses. Dogs seem to be the most popular pet." Erik kept caressing him as if he couldn't stop the touching.

Given the choice, Reuben thought he'd rather be a stallion than a dog. "Could you, please, take out the tail, sir?" he asked as politely as he could.

"Not yet, Copper," Erik answered gently, once again touching his thighs, "Your groom will do it."

"My... my what?" His temples started pounding.
Another
person would see him in this state?

"Groom. He will take care of all your needs." Erik leaned in, his tongue probing at his lips, as if asking for permission to enter.

"I don't... you know, with men. I don't." Reuben felt the need to make that clear. Even if it was a big fat lie. The one time he'd tried intimacy with a woman, he couldn't get it up. "And this groom, is that like a servant?"

"Now you do," Erik breathed, deepening the kiss with a pleased groan. He ignored the question.

Reuben looked into his eyes and opened his mouth a bit too eagerly. His heart started racing once again. He could actually do this. He could kiss this man guiltlessly and always blame it on his master's intentions.

He felt Erik's arms around him as the kiss became even deeper, and the warm, agile tongue danced with Reuben's. Warmth spread all over his body.

"About this groom..." he said when their lips parted for a moment.

"Yes?" Erik traced Reuben's lips with his finger, keeping his gaze on them rather than Reuben's eyes.

"Could he please not see me in this state?" Reuben asked quietly, trying to at least achieve this one thing. The idea that this other stranger was going to see him come soaked made him cringe.

"But he already knows," the master reasoned, pulling him into an embrace.

Instead of reciprocating that in any way, Reuben scowled. "Fuck. Does everybody in this house know?" He looked away, trying to keep calm.

"Of course."

Anger started building up in Reuben once again. Getting fucked was one thing, but having everybody know about it was another. He was embarrassed that the kind servant who'd given him clothes must have known what would happen. "Are you saying they will all look at me and know I let you stick it in me?" He raised his voice, crawling away as far as he could, which wasn't far at all.

"Depends. The groom and Hans do, but I never cared what they tell others." Erik put his head on Reuben's chest, his hair tickling the hypersensitive skin.

"If you don't care, I bet they tell everyone! Everyone will fucking know what I am!"

"Of course." Erik frowned. "You are my new stallion."

"Don't act as if you don't know what I'm saying! I can't bear shame like that!" Reuben hoped it would soften his new owner's heart at least a bit.

"I'm sure you can," was all he heard in response. "Now give me a kiss, my rough stallion."

"No!" Reuben grunted and clumsily turned to his stomach. He knew that he couldn't win by crawling, but at least he was showing Erik what he thought of his methods!

"I said, kiss me." Erik's voice suddenly went cool.

"You've had enough for today!" Reuben gave a barking laugh, slowly getting to his knees. His thighs and buttocks were too sore to sit.

"Do you really want to make me mad again?" Erik stretched, not even bothering to move.

Reuben glanced back at him. Erik looked really good in the fitted riding outfit. And the black leather one. Reuben was actually curious how he would look naked. "What else can you do?" he said, nonchalantly. "You beat me, you fucked me, the disgusting dick is still in me, and you told all your servants I'm no better than a bunter. What else can you possibly do?" He shook his head and blew air up his face in an attempt to get some of the hair out of his eyes.