The Copper Horse #1 Fear (21 page)

"Be good, and I will be good afterward. Take your share of gravy!"

'Your share'. Reuben had tried to be playful calling it gravy, and now he was being made fun of for it! Swallowing his sense of decency altogether, Reuben decided to try that delicious cock anyway, and teased the tip with his tongue.

"Ah." Erik looked down at him with a smile. "Good, harder."

Did he really want to get head this way? Reuben's stomach churned with hunger, and the sooner he earned getting the brace off, the better. He tried to slowly take the tip into his mouth, though he couldn't suck on it much. His cheeks were burning with shame by now. The upside was that they were alone, even if he would have preferred to do this in the dark. No one here to look and judge him except Erik, who seemed pleased enough.

"Deeper," his master urged him, pressing down on Reuben as he let his own head roll back.

Reuben closed his eyes and carefully lowered his face, first working on the cock with the tip of his tongue. It was salty and as smooth as he imagined velvet or silk would be. The rich smell of Erik's pubic hair only reminded him of the plug between his own buttocks. It could have been a prick, pounding him hard from behind. Hard, merciless, but above all, guiltless.

When the cockhead pushed at his tongue, Erik's intentions became clear. "Pull that tongue back," came moments later.

Reuben looked up, not sure if he should comply, but in the end he did. His experience in sucking dick was far from vast. The men he seduced would force themselves on him, and most of the time they didn't let him get a taste. It would be too much hassle, apparently. That suddenly felt quite sad.

Unaware of Reuben's thoughts, Erik pushed the tip of his cock past the metal ring in Reuben's mouth. It felt strange, yet triggered a shiver of excitement in Reuben, running through his body, straight to his cock and asshole.

"Do you like it, Copper?"

Instead of giving him an answer, Reuben focused on the moment, trying to take the prick deeper and savor the experience.

"You do," Erik breathed, allowing him to move freely. "You like cock so much." It sounded as if he was playing with his favorite puppy.

Reuben backed away as soon as the cockhead hit the back of his throat, bringing tears to his eyes. That seemed to be his limit, so he continued, making sure not to cross it, his head bobbing hurriedly over his master's lap. Erik's words only made him feel more embarrassed about enjoying it, because he did and his own painfully stiff cock was the proof of that. He needed to remember to deny it later.

His master was now fully relaxed, slouched in the chair, one hand resting on top of Reuben's head. He sensed each stir of Erik's thigh muscles, his soft grunts going straight to Reuben's cock. He didn't even notice when his hips started moving in time with his mouth. Deep down, he knew that if it weren't for the strap at the base of his prick, he might have come from that overwhelming sensation. The smooth, tasty prick, Erik's smell, his hand purposefully placed on Reuben's head. It was better than honey.

Reuben knew enough about men to recognize an approaching spill. He could already taste the bitterness on his tongue, so he did his best to close his lips on the cock as much as he could and suck hard, his stomach clenching in sheer excitement.

"Oh, yes, suck that cock, Copper!" Erik tightened his grip on Reuben's mane, though he had the sense not to try to force his member deeper into Reuben's throat.

The moves of Reuben's hips were becoming desperate. The urge to come wasn't enough though, as his ass clenched around the plug in search for relief. The feeling of hot come hitting the back of his throat almost took him over the edge. Almost. He couldn't swallow all of it with his jaws wide open, and just like that, he started choking. His eyes watered and he looked up at Erik, trying to pull away or swallow at least some of the spunk. This sort of thing wasn't his strong point.

Erik helped him off his cock, holding him by the hair. Reuben let out a strangled moan as he felt his master's arms tighten around him. Tears streaked down his face, but he wasn't embarrassed by them; it was a natural bodily response after having something shoved down your throat. It was being hugged afterward that was truly overwhelming, only reminding him of how little warmth he'd ever gotten from anyone in his life.

"That's a good boy." Erik finally pulled away to look into Reuben's eyes. The praise, the bright smile, tightened something in Reuben's chest. Erik swept the tears away with his thumbs, and Reuben might have been content if it wasn't for the unbearable throbbing in his own groin. No amount of pride would stop him from asking for release now. He straightened his back and lifted his hips, trying to get some attention for his hard prick. Erik looked at it with a wide grin.

"Now that's a beautiful cock!" he exclaimed like a child playing with a new toy. He helped Reuben to his feet, hands gliding over heated skin. "Why don't you show me how proud of it you are?"

Reuben eyed him, all shaken and lost. How was he supposed to do that? Even now, after getting his satisfaction, Erik kept teasing him! The brace was like a sore reminder of what this had been all about. Punishment. He closed his eyes when yet another dribble of come ran down his chin. He had to look disgusting. Not knowing what else to do, he just stood there like a statue.

"Copper, what is it?" Erik let out a soft sigh. "Don't you want to tempt me?"

Reuben looked at him again, trying to point to his mouth with his finger, a futile attempt considering that both his hands were chained at hip level.

"What? Am I supposed to suck it?" Erik smiled at him, slouching in his chair.

Seeing that that the brace wouldn't be coming off yet, Reuben approached Erik impatiently. God, how he wanted to feel those heavenly soft lips again! His stiff cock brushed against Erik's cheek. Not being able to speak left him in a useless position in which he couldn't beg. And now, he would have definitely begged.

"That's what you want, don't you, Copper?" Erik smiled, his palm slowly cupping Reuben's balls before giving it a gentle squeeze.

He couldn't have nodded with more vigor, giving his owner a pleading look. Sensing no displeasure, he tried to rub his cock against that handsome face. A moan escaped his lips at the sheer pleasure of the picture it made.

Erik laughed, glancing up at him with pure, heated lust. "Good thinking. That is quite exciting, my lovely Copper."

Erik had caused him unimaginable stress since yesterday, but Reuben still couldn't help the fuzzy feeling pooling at the pit of his stomach at being called 'lovely'. At least in someone's eyes he was, even if only for a minute or two. Once again, he thrust his groin against Erik's flawless skin, anticipation pulsing through his veins. His whole body went rigid when Erik opened his mouth and casually patted the cockhead with his tongue.

"Tastes good, too," came out as a purr.

Does it?

Reuben had never met anyone as shameless as Erik. The come drying on his own chin didn't really matter anymore, and all he wanted was to have the strap taken off his cock so he could unload. This need spread through his mind, threatening to consume his whole being. Erik licked a trail down his cock, still playing with Reuben's balls. His gentle humming set Reuben on fire, and to his relief, Erik unbuckled the strap around his prick.

He couldn't hold back the long sigh of relief that left his mouth. His cock twitched so hard it pointed straight up, and he knew it wouldn't be long now until he blew his load down that toffer's throat.

Erik closed his mouth over the side of his cock, sucking it up and down before taking in the tip. The caress was gentle, slow, but sweet enough to tear a guttural growl from Reuben's throat when he spilled into that waiting mouth. Erik held him by the waist, taking his cock deeper, as if he wanted to suck Reuben dry, even of things his pet wasn't willing to give. His deep, satisfied moan told Reuben just how much he enjoyed it.

It was a mystery to him. On one hand, Erik was a first class debaucher, and on the other, he seemed to like giving pleasure just as well. Reuben had no energy to dwell on that though—his focus was on the phallus buried deep in his pulsating anus and the shivering knees that threatened to give up under him.

"Good horse," Erik praised him. He traced the edge of Reuben's lips with his now salty tongue before finally getting to his feet. "I'm looking forward to meeting you in the evening, Copper." He stroked Reuben's arm.

As the haze of the afterglow slowly wore off, Reuben gave Erik a questioning look. And what about him? What was he supposed to do all day? And most of all, what about the brace? He wouldn't leave him like that, right? To be seen by servants with come all over his mouth?

Erik, however, seemed to have different ideas. He gave Reuben a chaste peck on the cheek, before casually moving toward the door. "Jack will lead you to your room."

"Nnn...!" Was all Reuben managed through the brace in a desperate attempt to get his master's attention. Jack had already seen a lot, but not this! Whatever Erik thought of Reuben, he was by no means an emotionless animal! He followed his master, trying to awkwardly grab his hand with his own. Erik darted a look at him, one eyebrow shooting up.

"No, you can't go to work with me, Copper!" He smiled and leaned in for a short hug. "I would be distracted."

Reuben let out a long suppressed sob. He didn't even know if he was really being misunderstood, or if Erik was just making fun of his peril. His fingers fell down his at sides and he slouched in despair, having lost all hope. It was too much. He couldn't even hold back his emotions anymore.

Erik flashed him one more smile and opened the door into the corridor where Hans waited for him with a dead expression on his face. "Be good to Jack. He isn't the strongest of men," was all Erik told Reuben before disappearing through the door for good.

Deserted, Reuben slowly knelt on the floor and sobbed yet again. All the emotions of sexual release were gone, and now loneliness and fear were what was left. He was supposed to be good to Jack? Who would be good to him? After all the mocking he'd gotten from Erik yesterday, he'd still apologized, only to be used like some cheap bunter. Even the sucking Erik had done mostly served his own pleasure. He was such a selfish prick. Reuben really was no more than an animal to him, and he would use his new pet and then leave him. Like a spunk-soaked rug.

Chapter 10

It must have been hours since Erik had left him with a gaping hole where he used to have emotions. The other gaping hole was the ring of metal, still stuck in his aching jaws, so Jack kept giving him water throughout the day to prevent his mouth from going completely dry. The boy had to clean him after breakfast, and the humiliation hurt more than anything else. He didn't want Jack to see him like that, but there was no fight left in him.

During the long hours in the stall, he imagined how it could have been if he were stronger, braver, or had more willpower. The situation he found himself in proved how much he wasn't any of those things, and it was a heart-wrenching realization. He was a poor baker, barely scraping a living. He didn't know about honor—it wasn't his world. That didn't make him any less embarrassed when Jack heard him cry and came around to offer some comfort. Strangely enough, it did help. The boy hugged him, braided his hair and Reuben didn't even have to say a word. Not that he could have with his mouth forced open. All the affection he'd received since yesterday was like a whole new world. It felt good. He supposed that was how he had felt when his mother was still alive, though he didn't remember much.

With them both stuck in the stable for the whole day, Jack started talking for them both, to get rid of the taunting silence. He told Reuben about being raised in a remote village, knowing only the world within the circle of high palisades that were supposed to keep everyone safe. They couldn't. The villagers forgot that zombies were not the only danger out there and that wooden walls would burn down if set on fire.

Slave hunters took everyone, and Jack never saw his family again. Most men would be used for hard labor, women for prostitution or sold as house servants. Jack was given to Erik as a present, but unlikely as it was, the master decided to set him free. Jack might have walked away, but for a frightened country boy like him, Erik's mansion offered a safe haven from the chaos of the city. So he stayed, working for a small income in this strange house. Apparently, the only freedom Erik didn't value was that of horses.

It must have been hours 'til they heard heavy footsteps outside the stall. Reuben tensed up, his whole body breaking out in goose bumps. After what had happened in the morning, he felt cheated. He'd given Erik a great blowjob, or at least the best he could considering the circumstances, and the bastard had just left the brace on him. His mouth was now as dry as a desert, and his jaws hurt from hours of being spread like some kind of mouse trap. Calling the situation unpleasant would be an understatement.

Jack gave him a reassuring smile and sped out of the stall to meet Erik halfway. It was close enough for Reuben to hear, even though the groom tried to whisper.