The Copper Horse #1 Fear (24 page)

With his own cock satisfied, he could now fully enjoy the gentle, yet decisive touch on his skin. Despite being strapped and, technically speaking, forced into this, it didn't feel like rape. Erik's lips were so lovely and Reuben kept moaning as his master's thrusts sped up, his breath trembling over Reuben's sensitive skin. It was as if Erik not only wanted to pillage his hole, but actually liked his whole body, even if he was pale and freckled. As the thrusts became more hurried and rapid, Reuben knew his master was close to spilling, and all Reuben wanted was to take every drop he had to give.

Without much room for movement, he only tensed up from time to time. It seemed that Erik could go on like this for a very long time. The straps kept him in place, so he was left to take what was coming his way. Helplessness made him relax, and he let his thoughts wander, reliving the moment he saw Erik's naked body, imagining how that cock looked as it forced its way in.

When Erik finally came, Reuben had the strangest feeling of brushing against the high of climax again... as if he got to experience it again through being so close to his master.

It took Erik a long moment to recover before pulling out, but instead of losing interest in Reuben's body, he crawled on top of him and clung to his back like a dozing child.

Reuben furrowed his eyebrows, embarrassment rushing through him as he became aware of the come slowly oozing out and down his bollocks. He was confused with all the attention. "Aren't you done?"

Erik groaned like someone who tried to avoid being taken out of bed. "Not with you, Copper." He shifted his weight on top of Reuben to nuzzle the back of his neck. It almost made Reuben whimper.

"No?" He arched his back, lifting his owner for a moment.

"I like riding on my stallions. Too bad you're not able to carry me properly yet."

Reuben wanted to ask about that but he was just too tired to bother. He decided to give in to the weight on top of him. The rubber nubs were still teasing him from time to time, and it was hard to believe they were made specifically for the 'horses' to enjoy. It was overwhelming, but he couldn't decide what to make of it yet. When Erik finally slid down to the floor, though, he barely contained the moan of disappointment.

Reuben slowly turned his head to look at him, all flushed and spent, his ginger hair clinging to his face in sweaty streaks. Erik's was almost as tangled as his probably was, but he gave Reuben a satisfied smile as their eyes met. "You truly can't read, can you?"

Reuben felt heat rise to his cheeks. "It's not my fault..."

Erik smiled and moved toward Reuben's rear, disappearing from his sight. A loud, but gentle slap fell on his bottom soon afterward. "You spilled it all out."

Not having all his hair in place had certainly one major disadvantage—he couldn't hide his face with it anymore. He winced, sensing yet another drop drizzle out of his hole. "You should have spilled on the floor then!" he barked back.

"Or on your pretty face, Copper." Erik's voice was soaked with enthusiasm. All of a sudden, he dipped two fingers into the softened flesh of Reuben's well-fucked asshole.

Reuben inhaled a gulp of air, but words failed him. This man had no limits. Or morals, for that matter. Yet, Erik stroked his back in a reassuring manner when he moved the fingers around, touching his pet's oversensitive insides.

"I love your hole, Copper. You know, it's so tight once I'm inside, and yet, it seems to suck me in right now."

"Why are you doing this? I thought you were done!" The touch went straight to Reuben's cock, though he was too tired to harden again.

He heard a long groan, and Erik withdrew his fingers before wiping Reuben's ass with a soft cloth. "I was merely trying to make conversation, Copper."

"You don't even want to know my name." Reuben closed his eyes, already beyond shame. Erik slid his arms over Reuben's sides, leaning down to align his chest with the sweaty back, his rustling hair tickling Reuben's neck.

"Your name is 'Copper'."

Reuben grunted in response. "You are a strange man."

"Am I?" Erik started to unbuckle the leather straps that held Reuben in place. "Why do you think that?"

"It's the way you—no, it doesn't matter." He felt a bit weak after the coupling.

"Doesn't it?" Erik gently pulled him back into a sitting position and smiled as he looked at the rubber sheath. "You do spill like a horse," he said in appreciation, slipping his fingers between the nubs.

Reuben desperately longed to hide his face in his hands, but he wasn't even given that privilege because of the cuffs. He bit his lip, fighting the urge to snap at his owner. He was even more prone to it when he was sexed out.

"I might have actually licked this all up if it weren't for all the oil," Erik confessed matter-of-factly, his strange eyes piercing Reuben, "But I need to stay slim."

"You would lick my ass...?" Reuben just stared at him in utter shock.

"Silly horse!" Erik held back a giggle, but amusement reached his eyes this time, giving them a warm spark. "I meant your spill." He gently stroked the upper side of Reuben's spent prick.

Reuben went silent, feeling like a complete idiot, which seemed to be the signal for Erik to continue.

"You might lick mine if that sounds attractive."

"Please, no! I don't know where that question came from! I'll just shut up!" Reuben shook his head defensively. As lovely as Erik's pert butt was, we wasn't about to lick it!

"I'm not gonna force you, Copper. It isn't exactly my cup of tea either." Erik shoved the stool to the side of the wooden horse and put his hands on Reuben's hips to help him down.

Reuben wasn't used to things like this. He was used to being the only person responsible for his miserable life and doing things on his own. And there was no denying he had been doing a shit job at it. Sliding down, he had to rely on Erik to keep his balance.

"There we go. Well done!" Erik leaned closer for a one-sided hug. "You are gonna be such a superb show stallion. I know it."

Reuben rolled his eyes. "What are you even talking about?"

"You will know soon enough." Erik waved him off and went over to a simple wooden cupboard, which he opened with one of the rings he wore. He returned holding a large cookie with white and red pieces.

Reuben's eyes followed his every move. "It's different."

"What is?" Erik eyed the sweet he was holding in his hand. "The cookie?"

"Yes, than the ones in that thing on the wall." Having no hands to point with, he nodded at the almond cookie dispenser.

"Yes. This one is special." Erik sat down on a large pile of hay, unbothered by his own nakedness.

"What's in it?" Reuben peeked at his master's soft prick. It wasn't all that big now. Strange, Reuben's was larger when soft, but didn't gain all that much volume when he got excited.

"Oh, Copper!" Erik suddenly sat up straight. "Bring me the cloth."

"Huh?" He blinked. "You tied my hands." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Erik looked at him with a bland expression. "Horses don't have hands."

"They don't understand human speech either." Reuben raised his eyebrows. He hadn't intended to challenge Erik like that, but it just came out on its own.

"They do in my world. Now bring me the cloth." Erik let his body rest in the hay. He seemed relaxed, with his slim thighs falling apart to expose his treasures on a bed of blond pubic hair.

Reuben just shook his head and carefully got down to his knees by the wooden horse to fetch the piece of fabric that Erik asked for. He turned to face his owner while he took it in his teeth so that Erik wouldn't get to see his bruised backside.

In no time, he made it back to Erik and dropped the cloth in his lap. He really wanted that cookie.

His master dried his crotch with the fabric before throwing it aside. "I bet you need to refresh your energy, don't you, Copper?" He started to break the cookie into smaller pieces. Some of the crumbs fell onto his pale belly, and Reuben smirked at the thought of eating them off it. He nodded at Erik, who smiled at him, lying back into a semi-horizontal position. To Reuben's surprise, instead of feeding him the tiny bites, he arranged the pieces all over his midsection and stared at Reuben, as if he was testing his reaction. It seemed there was no end to Erik's perverse ways. His pet didn't even get to eat a fucking cookie like a normal person.

Reuben would never allow himself to show any enthusiasm for such practices, but he didn't really mind. Exploring another man's body was something he'd never had a chance to do before. Instead of being slow and teasing, he barged onto the hay and chomped on the cookies as if he hadn't eaten for weeks. Erik's body stirred under him.

"Yes!" he breathed, his hand buried in Reuben's mane.

Reuben's lips travelled all the way up to Erik's chest, every chewy piece better than the one before. There were nuts, cranberries, and lots of delicious sugar in the dough, but what he found most exciting was the hint of salt from Erik's skin. He parted his knees to the sides of his master's body as he straddled him, suddenly feeling strong and imposing, despite the tied hands. Erik's face was tense with the pleasure, white, even teeth pressing into his bottom lip. A moment passed before those eyelids fluttered open and he glanced up at Reuben, who was swallowing the last bits of the treat.

"You not afraid?" He looked down at Erik, watching him draw a deep breath. His nipples were so small and pink.

"No," came the whispered reply. It sounded soft and tired.

"I'm bigger and stronger, even with my hands tied." Reuben's voice got lower, as he slouched, to look into Erik's eyes, his own heart speeding up. The other man contemplated him for a moment before reaching out to stroke his face with the back of his hand.

"But you don't want to disobey anymore, do you, Copper?"

The question only reminded Reuben of the brace he'd been forced to wear all day and how, within hours, it'd turned him into a sobbing pile of human jelly. His chest tightened at the memory so badly that he had to look away.

"Do you want another cookie?"

Reuben shook his head, getting off the other man to kneel on the floor. Somehow, all his enthusiasm evaporated like spilled water in the sun.

"What is it?" Erik patted the hay next to himself.

"Dunno, didn't say anything," he muttered without moving. Erik patted the hay again. It actually took some effort for Reuben to resist, as if the animalistic persona his master wanted was calling out on its own.

"Well, I think since I couldn't finish my dessert, I might want a cookie myself." Erik got to his feet and paced over to the cupboard. All Reuben did was watch him, trying to understand what could be possibly going on in that sick, blond mind of his.

Erik returned with two cookies, one of them dark as coffee, and dropped them onto the same place as before.

Reuben lowered his eyes in embarrassment when he got the impression come was still oozing out of him. Was that even possible?

"Copper, lie with me." Erik bit into the white cookie, the dark one placed on top of his chest like an invitation.

Reuben slowly moved onto the hay and lay by his master. It was only his second day here, and he found it hard to imagine anything about his future. Would it be weeks, months or years before Erik got bored with him?

"Are you sure you don't want any?" Erik smiled contentedly as he chewed on the cookie.

"No, master." After all the arousal had evaporated, he was like an empty pot.

Erik ate his dessert in silence, not trying to reach out to Reuben anymore. Once he was finished, he left the room with a simple goodbye. Even though it was Reuben who'd shut Erik off, the way he was here alone upset him yet again. The only day of his life worse than this one had been when he'd been assaulted and thrown into the river, which wasn't that long ago.

He felt used and lonely, the feelings dawning on him as he just lay on the hay, eyes fixed on the ceiling. At least he was eating like a king.

The unexpected screech of the door made him curl up in the hay in anticipation.

"Hello, Copper!" It was Jack's voice, which now sounded rather cheerful.

"Oh, it's you."

"Who were you expecting?" Jack came into his line of vision, wearing only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt with fresh stains of sweat at the front.

"I thought he came back." Reuben slowly sat up. "He hates me."

"What?" Jack knelt by his side, his brows shooting up. "He was thrilled with you! Told me you were the sweetest pony!"

"He did?" Reuben looked into Jack's big, childlike eyes. "He was really nasty to me," he whispered, though it wasn't all true. There were moments of tender kissing and caresses, which he couldn't understand.

"Was he?" Jack blinked at him and reached out to gently pat his head as if he really were a horse. "What did he do?"

"He teased me that I can't read!" Reuben looked away, but let the boy touch him. "And did... you know what he did." He felt obliged to complain, otherwise it could look like he didn't mind the fucking.

Jack exhaled, sitting back to look at him. "Well, he wasn't teasing you. He needs to know whether you could discover secrets you shouldn't know."

Reuben blinked. "Huh? Like what? He showed me this filthy book..."

Jack coughed. "Well, you know what he does for a living."

Reuben shot his groom a look of confusion. "I'm not really sure anymore. His brother was here today. Said something about paperwork."

Jack blew some air through his teeth, reaching out to unbuckle Reuben's immobile hands. "I will give you a bath and tell you some more, all right?"

A shy smile lit up Reuben's face when his hands were set free. He could hardly believe the sudden freedom of movement. Stretching was almost like a forgotten pleasure.

"Please. He let you do this?"

A flush touched Jack's cheeks and he pulled away with a smile. "He did. He was very pleased with you."

"I took your advice," Reuben admitted, locking their gazes. "Trying to be good. I'm no important person. Got nowhere to run, no one looking for me..."