The Copper Horse #1 Fear (12 page)

Erik was silent for a minute, only to throw his head back and laugh.

"That so funny, you rich pederast?" growled Reuben. This wasn't the response he'd expected.

Erik struck his face, pushed him down and climbed on top of him. His hands went straight to Reuben's throat, pushing against his Adam's apple. It didn't really hurt, but the sensation was extremely unpleasant, as if his throat had swollen and become too tight to breathe. He gagged, terrified that he couldn't use his hands for protection. He writhed beneath his master, bucking and jerking to shove him off like a true wild stallion.

"Copper, stop!" Erik hissed, showing his white teeth. "You do as I say!"

Reuben found it hard to stop struggling, especially with the other man's hands on his neck, but he finally ceased to move, realizing the pressure increased with the power of his rebellion.

Erik exhaled, still straddling Reuben's hips as he withdrew his hands and looked down at him. "I have a lot up my sleeve, so don't make me angry."

Reuben didn't dare say a word, eyes focused on his master. They had been kissing minutes ago, but Erik didn't think twice before assaulting him. It made no sense. The feeling of constant pressure in his ass only added to his agitation. It was only an object, but because of what it symbolized, he felt like it was Erik's cock. Erik sighed, his handsome features softening. "Now kiss me," he urged.

"After all of this?" Reuben whined before he managed to bite his tongue. The two-colored eyes looked at him calmly.

"Yes."

"I don't think I want to." Reuben glared at him, curious what would happen if he refused. After all, he wouldn't die from another slap, and if Erik really wanted a caress, he would just force him into it anyway. In that way Reuben would both get the kiss and not give it.

"I think you want to, if you prefer not to be punished." Erik said impassively.

"Go on. Threaten me. You gonna cane me again?" Reuben dismissed the warning and bucked his hips in a cocky manner. He actually managed to lift him up, but all it got Reuben was Erik's delighted laugh.

"Oh, no. I would walk you around town half naked," he said softly, eyes glittering with amusement.

The sly smile on Reuben's face melted like a snowflake on the tongue. "You wouldn't. They'd hang us." Erik seemed insane enough to go through with his threat.

"No, they wouldn't. No one would hang me." His smile reflected Erik's frightening confidence in those words.

"Just me?" Reuben whimpered, his eyes widening.

"No!" Erik shrugged. "Nobody dares to hurt my pets if I don't let them."

The last part of the sentence was what really made Reuben cringe. "I'd rather stay in the house, please," he said, defeated. He wouldn't risk public humiliation like that.

His master gave a slow nod and skimmed his fingers over Reuben's torso. "So do as I say, Copper."

It took a lot of effort, but he pulled himself up to a sitting position and pressed his mouth to Erik's. This time though, the sensation felt very bitter.

As if to make it even worse, Erik gave a tired sigh. "I don't feel any enthusiasm!"

Reuben felt like crawling into some hole and crying. He didn't wait, though, and managed to force himself into a more aggressive kiss, parting his master's lips with his tongue. He pushed onto Erik, trying to force him off his hips. He managed to succeed, but his master encircled his neck with his arm, pulling him along to the floor. The hot, slim body arched toward Reuben with a soft grunt. He spread his knees wide to accommodate Erik's hips and bent forward to kiss him once more while on top. His legs were so far apart that he felt the tail push out a bit. He tried to ignore it and instead focused on the luscious lips of the demon overlord he was now bound to. Erik was actually sucking on his lips and tongue, massaging his stiff body and making those delightful noises. He was warm and soft, like no man Reuben had ever been with. He enjoyed Erik's smell, fresh clothes, and clean shaven face. Even in this situation, they were far from unpleasant.

Reuben finally pulled away, with a peck to Erik's cheek. "Sir?"

The man smiled at him, his eyelids half closed. He looked like someone who didn't want to wake up from a dream. "Yes, Copper?"

"I didn't want to say it, but the... tail. It's actually hurting me." He bit his lips, desperate to get it out before this 'groom' would come. "I would really appreciate if you could take it out," he pleaded with another kiss.

Exhaling, Erik caught a strand of Reuben's hair and twisted it around his fingers. "How can it be hurting you? It's much smaller than my prick."

Reuben wheezed, ignoring the blood in his nose, and shifted on top of Erik. "That hurt, too. I might be sore, actually. From such a big cock." He whispered the last words, hoping a compliment would soften up his master. Apparently not.

"Well, if it hurts, I will have to examine your hole." Erik sat up with a deepening frown.

"No!" Reuben straightened up his back. "I... It's just a bit sore! It's enough if you get the thing out!"

"Oh, no, we cannot risk that!" Erik seemed dead serious.

"Why not?" Reuben whined, unable to contain his frustration.

"Because if it hurts enough to ask me to change my decision, it means that I should take a look at it." Erik pulled at his arm, trying to roll him onto his abdomen.

"Don't!" Reuben struggled to stay on his knees. "You don't have to look at it!"

"Well, then I will not take it out." Unmoved by the display, Erik got to his feet and buttoned up his breeches.

Reuben knelt in front of him, his nerves a bundle of frustration. This man was impossible! "Have you no mercy for me!? You got what you wanted!"

"No I didn't." Erik's eyes narrowed. "I want an obedient, well-trained stallion."

Reuben's body slouched, and he grunted with displeasure. It dawned on him that this cruel man wouldn't do anything for him. He would just continue to humiliate him for pleasure. Now that Reuben was kneeling before him, naked and used, a new wave of anger was building up in his chest. "Bastard," he muttered beneath his breath. As soon as that word left his mouth, Erik kicked the center of his chest, knocking him down.

"We're going," he said to Hans, strolling toward the door.

Reuben moaned in pain, gasping for air and slowly curled into a ball. "Don't leave me like this!" He was becoming desperate. The fact that he still had Erik's come in him made him nauseated.

"You asked for it." Erik looked back at him, his face twisted into a scowl. Hans opened the door for him.

"I didn't!" Reuben couldn't care less if the man stayed or went. He was worried that if Erik stayed, he would end up with even more bruises, as his new master didn't hesitate to hit him. "No man would want this!"

The sound of a closing door was the only answer he got.

"No! You fucking cunt!" he cried, his body aching and tense. His arms already felt the strain of being bent into an unnatural position. He was breathing hoarsely, trying to think of a way out of this situation. Slowly, he flexed his muscles in an attempt to push out the tail, and ended up moaning in frustration. The shape of the phallus made it very hard to remove without using his hands, and the attempt stung too much for Reuben to give it another try. He felt cold as the tension slowly left his body.

How long would it take until Erik decided to free him? Reuben shivered, but he promised himself he wouldn't cry. He'd managed with the caning and he would manage now! Slowly, he tried to push himself upwards, first kneeling and then standing up. But what could he possibly do with no hands? His eyes darted to the mock stable, and he made his way in its direction. In the first stall, he discovered rows of shelves containing various bottles and vials. In the back, there was a door.

He frowned, looking at the flasks, and stepped into the stall, taken over by his own curiosity. He wanted to know if there was any alcohol in those. He could use a big bottle of bourbon right now. Unfortunately, none of the bottles looked as if its contents were drinkable. They smelled like medicine. Reuben swallowed, his stomach clenching in fear. It was hard to believe that he was supposed to be living here.

He eventually decided to look into the other stall and was surprised that it looked exactly like a real one, only in miniature and much cleaner. The smell of hay was intense but pleasant enough, although the idea that this place had been prepared for him made him cringe. He recognized a wooden feeder hanging from the wall, as well as a steel water bucket and some blankets. The room was small and quite cozy, but the concept of having to live here like an animal was still alien to him. Knowing that no one was looking, he quickly drank from the bucket in the corner. He just put his whole face into the water, hoping it would also help with any swelling he probably had from the beating.

To the side, he noticed a strange construction made of copper, steel and cogs, with a large lever on the side. Without thinking too much, he bit on the lever and pulled it down, only to hear, to his amazement, that something was coming down the copper tunnel. Just a short moment later, a small round cookie fell out of the pipe onto a steel shelf. Reuben knew it was sweet before he even tasted it, because of its intense almond smell. For the first time today, his smile was sincere. He bowed his head to eat the treat, taken by the obscenely good smell. It was more delicious than anything he'd ever had in a long, long time: sweet and buttery, like the cookies he'd eaten only a few times on special occasions. He wondered how many were there. The container was hidden somewhere over the ceiling, so he couldn't see.

Reuben explored the whole stable anxiously, taking his time to look at all the types of riding crops, whips, canes and paddles. He gulped, hoping he would never be submitted to them. One of the paddles actually had spikes, which made him even more confident that Erik was a sick bastard. There was even a bunch of birch rods. Just looking at those instruments reminded him of how sore his ass and thighs were.

He looked around once more, licking his lips, and when he was absolutely sure he was alone, he walked up to the side of the tiny stable and leaned against its wall. Slowly, he pushed onto it with the tail, making the phallus go in a bit deeper. His face instantly felt hotter and he let out a soft moan of relief. The pressure felt incredible, though not as good as a real cock. He repeated the gentle movement, stimulating his weakest spot, deep inside his body. He never did anything like this, but even with the shame making him shudder, he didn't stop. Suddenly, a silent creak of wood came to his attention and ruined the mood.

He squatted behind the stall, embarrassed and scared. How could he have taken such a risk? What if someone saw him filling his own ass? It was bad enough that two men witnessed him being fucked today.

Soft footsteps echoed in the room, and the uncertainty of who it was gave him the creeps. The person moved around, stopping every now and then, but at some point, the sound came closer. Reuben tried to keep silent, but despite all reason, his fast, nervous breathing became louder.

"Copper?" He heard a soft, male voice and as he looked up, he recognized it was Jack. His short, black hair was a bit rustled.

"You didn't warn me." Reuben's face soured, and all he could feel was defeat. He sat down, bending his spine at an awkward angle to prevent the phallus from pushing in deeper. A moan of pain left his lips when his sore skin brushed against the wooden floor.

The boy looked down, remorse written all over his face. His eyes widened suddenly, and when Reuben followed his gaze, he felt heat rising in his cheeks at the realization of what Jack was looking at: his own, painfully erect penis.

"It's not my fault!" Reuben raised his voice in anger.

"I'm sorry!" Jack shook his head and reached out to touch him with a small, thick-fingered hand. "He's the master."

"So you give me
no
warning?" Reuben shied away, pulling his knees to his chest in a useless attempt to hide his nakedness.

Jack licked his lips, arms wrapped around his chest. He kept his eyes on the floor, his body slouched in submission, even though it was Reuben who was at his mercy. "Would it have done any good?" he asked in a quiet voice.

With a deep sigh, Reuben leaned back until his shoulders touched the wall. "I don't know... maybe it would."

Jack squatted next to him. From the way he moved, Reuben read that he was prepared to run at any moment if attacked.

"And I'm Reuben. Not 'Copper'," he said with resentment. "The fucker tied me down like an animal." His voice became a bit shaky, and he hated this further sign of weakness.

Jack gently touched his arm as he studied Reuben's face. "I'm sorry. It happens every time," he explained in a quiet tone, his words barely audible.

"Every time? How many times, exactly?" He was desperate for information, and this boy was pretty much the only person who could provide it.

Jack shrugged and touched Reuben's face with his fingertips. The tender gesture was a surprising addition to this hellish day. "I've seen it happen three times."

"He beat me for nothing!" Reuben's voice shook as he complained to the one person who actually listened.

"Maybe we could talk while I tend to your sore spots?" The boy gently pulled him closer. The men Reuben knew back in London weren't nearly as touchy-feely, but he would take all the comforting he could get.

"Do you have the keys to the cuffs on my hands? I think he used a padlock on there," Reuben whispered, his heart pounding with rising anxiety.

"Don't worry." It seemed that taking care of someone boosted Jack's confidence, as his voice deepened. "I will lead you through this. It will be all right," he said, holding Reuben in his thin arms. "But as for the cuffs... I'm sorry, only the master has the key."

Reuben sobbed in relief despite the impossibility of having his hands freed. The boy's attitude was in such stark contrast to Erik's. Even if he couldn't help him with the bracers, at least he meant well. Reuben had been poor for long enough to not hold a grudge against someone who was just doing their job. Unless it was Hans. He already hated Hans and his freakishly strong arms. He suspected they could be mechanical.