The Copper Horse #1 Fear (10 page)

"What is this decoration?" He looked back once again. He had no idea where this was heading, but the same thing was done with his other wrist and with a sudden metal clang, they were bound tightly together. Up to this point Reuben felt nervous, but some of the things that happened, he had expected. Now, with his hands bound behind his back, he felt a queasiness in his stomach. In this position, even a man of Erik's size could be a threat.

He instantly turned around and stepped a few paces away to reach a safe distance. "I have a debt to pay, you've bought me and I'll work hard, but this? Am I to work with my feet?" he asked, breathing heavily. "Will I be stepping on grapes and making wine?" he snapped with anger.

"Shut up, Copper." Erik sighed, smacking Reuben's abdomen with the riding crop. "Pets don't talk!"

Reuben's longish hair fell on his face as he flinched backward. Fury was slowly overtaking him like a fire started by a single match. This was not what he assumed he would be doing. What was the point of it anyway? Some twisted game?

"Oh, yeah?" He looked into the strange two-colored eyes, ready for violence if need be. "Ya think that flimsy thing's gonna stop me?" he rasped, pointing to the crop with his head as he took a step in Erik's direction. Only now did Reuben notice his lips had faint scars on the sides. They didn't go onto the cheeks, but were visible up close, giving Erik a permanent half-smile.

Without hesitation, Erik smacked Reuben's cheek with the crop, awfully close to the eye. "Still!"

"You little bastard!" Reuben screamed and charged him head on, blind with rage. Unfortunately for him, his master was quite agile and not only avoided the blow, but also managed to slap Reuben's naked butt in the process.

"Hans!" he shouted.

Out of nowhere, a man appeared in the corner of the room. As much as Reuben considered Erik someone he could handle, 'Hans' was a different matter. He looked almost forty, tall, big and wide in the shoulders. His face showed no emotion whatsoever and his crooked nose suggested he'd been in more than one fight.

"Should I take him away, sir?" His growling voice made Reuben take a few cautious steps back.

Erik sighed theatrically, slowly swiping his gaze up Reuben's body. "No, just hold him for me," he said and walked over to the shelves.

Reuben's breath became loud and raspy as Hans approached him. He knew he didn't stand a chance against him, especially with his hands tied. "I've done no wrong! I will be a good servant!" he exclaimed desperately as the henchman grabbed him by the arms.

"You're no servant." Erik shook his head, taking a brown horsetail off the wall and returning with it. Through the haze of fright, Reuben noticed that Erik also carried other things, including something that resembled a bridle. "You're my new stallion," he explained, calm and simple.

"I don't understand." Reuben winced as panic started climbing up his spine. He was so frightened by the strange objects that he unconsciously pushed into Hans, whose large, hard body and iron grip reminded him of... those times when he had been so drunk that he submitted to other men.

"You will," Erik said softly as he lifted the leather halter. It was now obvious that it was fitted for a human head. Erik started putting it on Reuben in short, expert moves. The halter was simple: narrow latches ran along Reuben's brow line, above his nose, underneath his jaw, and across both of his cheeks. In this moment it became obvious that Reuben was not the first man he'd submitted to this. Something very grim clenched around his insides.

"Open your mouth." Erik lifted the steel bit in his hand.

"No! Piss off, you twisted fuck!" spat Reuben, pushing harder into Hans in a hopeless attempt to move away. The henchman stuck two fingers between his ribs, causing him to open his mouth in a pained wheeze. This short moment was enough for Erik to force the bit deep between Reuben's teeth.

Reuben looked into his tormentor's eyes with pure rage, breathing heavily through his nose now that his mouth was taken. He tried to spit out even more obscene language, but what came out was no more than a lisp.

"Stop it, Copper." Erik gave a soft sigh, as he continued to work on the halter, putting two leather horse ears on top of Reuben's head and attaching them to the harness. "The quicker you adjust, the better for you."

Reuben had no idea what he had done to deserve this humiliation! With each passing moment in the halter, he felt his cheeks becoming hotter. He didn't even struggle with Hans anymore, because what could he do? He was naked, with bound hands, somewhere in Bylondon.

When Erik was finally done with the halter, he took a moment to study Reuben's face with those weird eyes. He exhaled, leaning over, and before Reuben could understand what was going on, those soft lips met his own, making his legs all wobbly. "You are such a gorgeous, big stallion, Copper." It was barely a whisper against his mouth, but at the same time it changed so much.

Reuben's eyes went wide as he looked at Erik in a different way. He wasn't sure what it would mean for him in the long run. He had met men who wanted to be taken by him, but never in such an absurd setting! And with Hans holding him, he felt more than embarrassed about the kiss. Did Erik have no shame? And... he had never kissed a man before. All sorts of confusing emotions cropped up in him. He'd always been too scared and self-conscious to attempt anything other than a rough romp in the dark. This man. He just went for it!

"Now the back," Erik said with a smile, and Reuben felt Hans' body shifting around him. He was pushed down into a kneeling position, embarrassingly bent over the man's log-sized thighs, his buttocks bare before his owner.

"No! Wait! What 'back'?" he tried lisping, though it was pretty pathetic and barely understandable. He kept writhing, as he couldn't see much. Blood drained from his face when he felt a blunt presence at his anus. He kicked and grunted a low nasal sound as Erik pushed the slick object into his body. All his muscles tensed up, adding to the pain of the intrusion. He felt so defeated, emasculated. And not one but two men were watching him in this position! Being sober in such a situation was something he deeply regretted. He almost felt like crying but held it back, trying to redeem any dignity he might still have left.

And then, having the object in him felt... strange. It wasn't someone's prick, so no one was really deriving pleasure from it. Its only purpose was to humiliate him, and to make matters worse, it felt cold, unnaturally hard and impersonal. Finally, the girth of the phallus narrowed and Reuben's muscles clamped around the slim base, locking the fake member in place. Only as he felt the brush of hair against the back of his thighs did he realize that it was the horsetail Erik had taken from the wall. The shame of being transformed into an animal overpowered the soreness left by forced intrusion.

The truth was slowly sinking in: he'd been bought by this man. No one was going to help him, and with a henchman like Hans, Erik really could bend Reuben to his will. Was this supposed to be his life now? As this man's pet? He didn't even notice when his breathing became hoarse and drool slowly dripped onto the carpet, as he wasn't dealing very well with the bit. He closed his eyes, too embarrassed to look at anyone. There was no escape. His anus was pulsing steadily around the slick shape that was the base of the horsetail. The sound of Erik's boots on the thin carpet only strengthened Reuben's nervousness, and he kept his eyes down until his master's feet came into his line of vision.

"Will you be good now, Copper?"

And this name! This idiotic pet name enraged Reuben once more, but he nodded obediently, refusing to look up. He just wanted this humiliation to be over.

Erik must have given Hans a sign to let him go, because the large body shifted once again, helping him to stand on his own two feet again. Erik studied him with a gentle smile, but Reuben did not dare look him in the eye in this state. He was tense and uncomfortable. All he wanted now was a glass of bourbon. Or a whole bottle.

"Oh, look at you!" Erik exhaled, putting both of his palms on Reuben's torso, which was even more exposed now with his hands cuffed together behind his back. "I never had a dun stallion before!" he said cheerfully and ran his hands along Reuben's body.

Reuben shivered a bit at the touch, watching Erik pat his fingertips over the largest freckles on his chest.
Just keep those fingers away from my dick
, he thought, desperately. It was too overwhelming: the man that now owned his life, the deep penetration, the horse-hair tail weighing down on his sphincter. And the way Erik talked about him, as if he were a real animal and couldn't understand any of it.

Erik pulled him down by the reins for another shallow kiss and used the moment to attach a longe line to the halter, then proceeded with the sensuous massage. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, pushing his smaller body into Reuben's, "all sweaty and tense."

To his embarrassment, Reuben felt his body react to the words, so he pulled away a bit. He did hesitate, though, and looked up into Erik's eyes. No one had ever called him 'beautiful' before, and it felt out of place, especially in a setting like this. Before he managed to shy away too much, a warm hand encircled his cock. "Are you embarrassed, Copper?"

Reuben let out a low nasal grunt, as he couldn't contain the physical excitement anymore. He responded with a slow nod, drool dripping from the corners of his lips.

"Good, I want to see my new stallion excited!" Erik pumped Reuben's cock at a slow pace.

The combination of the touch and the rubber phallus inside of him got Reuben hard in no time. "Asshole," he said slowly, so that his words were as clear as possible with the bit in his mouth.

"You're the one with a stuffed asshole." Erik gave him a bright smile before suddenly squatting in front of him and running his hot, moist tongue over the underside of Reuben's prick. It sent chills along his spine.

Reuben moaned, looking down in utter shock. Erik's actions made him increasingly confused as to what his owner wanted. Did he want to fuck him, or did he want to be fucked? And what was the point of this outrageous costume, other than humiliating him?

Moist heat engulfed his penis and drove all those thoughts away. Reuben heard soft grunts of pleasure from below as his new master sucked him hard, as if he wanted to consume his life force. At one point, he tried to pull away, but he couldn't really force himself to do it—the pleasure was far too tempting. The solid pressure of now-warm rubber deep inside of him added to the numbing bliss, making him lightheaded. The blissful sensation was cut short when he felt something gripping the base of his cock tightly, and Erik pulled away, wiping the side of his mouth.

"There," he breathed, standing up with a satisfied smile. "Ready for training, Copper."

Reuben looked down at his own erect prick, wet from his master's spit, a leather ring fastened at its base. He growled, feeling simply cheated. After a moment of hesitation, he pushed onto Erik with his body, breathing heavily. The other man laughed and smacked the side of his thigh with the crop.

"You will get your reward in the end. Patience, Copper!"

Reuben sighed, and then he head-butted Erik as hard as he could. He was having none of this bullshit!

Erik fell back with the force of the blow, but before Reuben could do anything else, he was pulled back and then slammed face first into the wooden wall.

"You son of a bitch!" Erik hissed, strolling around the room as his bodyguard held Reuben motionless but gasping for air. It hurt, but at least he felt a bit of satisfaction that he'd managed to fight back. He didn't even try struggling with Hans, since it had proved useless the first time. He let out a short, nasal laugh.

"You're going to learn better."

Before he could dwell on what those words meant, pain radiated from his thighs as he was hit with a cane. He whimpered in shock, tensing his muscles and moving about to numb the piercing sting of the blow. There was nowhere to run, so in the end he just leaned against the wall. There was blood dribbling down his nose, which now felt congested. The coppery tang on his tongue was nauseating, but worse was coming. Further blows came at a slow pace, as if Erik wanted him to contemplate the sharp pain in his buttocks and thighs. His father had used his belt on him, but this was insufferable in comparison, even though it felt like Erik could strike him much harder. The room was silent except for the sound of the cane swishing in the air and then slapping his flesh.

It hurt badly, and by the time the punishment came to an end, Reuben felt that he'd given it his all and that maybe fighting back wasn't the best of ideas. The only problem was he didn't want to look too eager to obey orders. This struggle was already too confusing. Reuben leaned against the wall with closed eyes, still moaning very quietly from time to time. In a way, biting down on the mouthpiece helped him stand the caning.

Erik let out a loud, tired sigh. "Will you be good now, Copper? Or shall I continue?"

"Good!" Reuben lisped through the bit as if devil himself was after him. He was surprised to hear the tremble in his own voice

"Are you sure, sir?" Hans asked his master, and there was no emotion to his words, as if he were a living zombie.

"Yes." Erik pulled on the longe, which was still attached to Reuben's halter. This forced Reuben's head to turn, and he quickly scrambled to his feet to follow his master. His breathing came in hoarse gasps through his bloodied nose as he tried to fight back the wetness gathering in his eyes.

Ignoring Reuben's distress, Erik halted in the middle of the room and gestured for him to stop maybe six feet away. His beautiful, young face was relaxed, although Reuben could see a bruise beginning to redden on his forehead.

Reuben looked to him for orders, though he expected what was coming. His buttocks and thighs burned with a stinging pain, his anus stretched and invaded, and he was overwhelmed.

Erik nodded with appreciation. "Good. Now walk for me, Copper," he instructed, but as soon as Reuben moved, he shook his head impatiently. "No, higher with those knees! You walk like a dog!"