The Copper Horse #2 Pride (14 page)

“Almost, but we
don’t want Copper to disturb Coal’s efforts.” Erik sighed, and
Reuben felt him touching his thighs, strapping them to the frame.
Reuben was reminded of being fastened to the wooden horse they had
at home, and he loved the feeling the memory gave him. The cuffs
were strong enough to hold him, so he could struggle all he wanted.
With his ass high up and exposed, he was already hard at the
thought of that massive ‘stallion’ mating with him. He imagined
Coal’s come dripping down his balls and thighs after the deed. He
whinnied, stirring when Erik’s hand trailed down his leg, to gently
squeeze the tense muscles.

“We can’t have
the mare resisting now, can we?” murmured Erik, and Reuben felt
something hard dig into his calf through the boot. He didn’t
understand what it was, until he felt a similar sensation in the
other leg, and realized that there was something in between that
kept his legs spread wide! Reuben’s cock twitched again and he let
out a nasal moan. He was laid out and held in place for anyone who
might choose to take advantage of him.

“There.” Erik
patted Reuben’s trembling ass as if he were a dog, and then pulled
at the phallus, slowly twisting it out of the tight hole. Reuben
pulled on his straps to check how firmly he was attached. It was a
pleasure to realize he barely had room to move. The intensity of
Erik’s gaze was yet another incentive to get into it and act as a
mare. He shook his head, to get his mane out of the way, but his
body started boiling when he heard the unmistakable sound of hooves
knocking on the wooden floor. Coal was coming. He would fuck Reuben
hard, like a stallion should, and there was nothing Reuben could do
to prevent it. Erik’s fingers slid up his ass, spreading oil all
over and inside his hole. He knew it was his master—he knew the
shape and girth of his fingers by heart.

Reuben
whimpered, his heart already rushing with excitement. He had never
had a cock that big inside of him. His hole actually twitched at
the sound of Coal’s impatient snorting.

“All right, we
may proceed, I think.” Erik walked in front of Reuben and smiled at
him, the proof of his excitement clear under the skintight
leathers.

Reuben looked
up at him, overwhelmed by all the sensations: the straps digging
into his hot, sensitive skin; his master’s smell mixing with the
aroma of hay; the presence of the stud behind him. All too much to
handle.

He felt the
heat of the other horse close to his ass and thighs. And then,
without warning, the large body fell on him, fake hooves scraping
at his sides as the blunt cockhead poked his buttock, sliding over
Reuben’s slippery hole. Coal whined in frustration, humping him a
few times before he succeeded in burying his fat prick deep in
Reuben in one frantic thrust.

Reuben let out
a high-pitched moan, shifting his ass to find the most comfortable
angle. He couldn’t stop moaning, even though the cock wasn’t as big
as Erik’s hand up there, but the abrupt way Coal pushed in took its
toll. Reuben’s own cock was hard and desperate for release. Coal’s
weight only added to Reuben’s excitement, as he imagined himself as
a mare, trapped under a persistent stallion that wouldn’t get off
before he left his seed deep inside his mate’s body.

“Good boy,
Coal!” cheered Alexander.

Coal sank his
teeth in Reuben’s shoulder and hammered into him with hard, hurried
jerks of his hips. The hooves hurt, digging into Reuben’s sensitive
flesh, and the pounding was almost brutal, but it still felt so
good Reuben ached inside.

“He’s certainly
energetic.” Erik sounded impressed, but Reuben was so far gone he
just blinked at Erik’s well-polished shoes.

“Oh yes, you
can see they like each other,” Alexander said with a laugh, as Coal
pounded his cock into Reuben, their bodies meeting with loud slaps
of sweaty skin against skin. Coal’s grunts drove Reuben mad with
lust. The stallion’s long hair tickled his arms, and as the
pressure built, Reuben looked up at his master, trying to catch his
shirt with his lips. Erik’s eyes were overflowing with desire,
taking in every forceful jerk of his pet’s body.

“You’re being
bred by a true champion, Copper,” he said, gently stroking Reuben’s
cheek where it burned the most.

This much had
to be true, since Coal was still going strong, a heavy weight on
Reuben’s back. Coal’s prick pulsed with heat as he slowed down, now
shoving it in with short jabs. Reuben trembled, and if not for the
restraints, his knees would have surely given in. He was being
taken so roughly, without his explicit consent, with spectators,
yet glorious arousal spread all over his body. He was being taken.
Taken
.

When Coal came
inside of him, Reuben felt it was over all too soon, and at the
same time, the fact that he didn’t get his own release made him
feel even more like an animal whose pleasure wasn’t even
considered.

“Oh, Copper...”
Erik’s voice cut through the haze of his mind. “Well done! All of
that stud spunk up your tight greedy hole.”

Reuben was
barely able to breathe as Coal filled him with hot come. His own
balls ached for release, but the other horse’s hard prick was a
pleasing distraction. Reuben only realized he’d been drooling when
he saw a wet stain on Erik’s shirt. Erik hugged Reuben’s head close
to his stomach and gently stroked the shaved sides, soothing him.
Reuben had never felt so close to anyone in his life.

Coal withdrew,
his softening cock leaving Reuben wet and empty, but Erik was still
there, caressing his skin with gentle fingers.

“You are so
beautiful, Copper. I can’t take my eyes of you.”

Reuben let out
a long pleading moan, still excited by Coal’s tired gasps behind
him. He didn’t need blinders though to have eyes only for Erik. For
all the excitement the other horse stirred in him, it was Erik he
truly wanted to please.

There was a
warm sensation on his sensitive buttock, hot air awakening his skin
once more, accompanied by the sound of sniffing. He blinked faster,
unsure of what to make of it and tried to turn his head, but the
blinders didn’t allow him to see anything. Coal snorted against
Reuben’s buttock and then licked his own semen off Reuben’s hole.
The gentle touch sent a shock of pleasure all the way down to
Reuben’s cock, and he closed his eyes, letting out a high-pitched
nasal whinny. It felt so good after the abrupt mating, so
soothing.

Alexander
laughed. “I think Coal has taken a special liking to your
pony,”

“Seems like
it.” Erik was slowly tickling Reuben’s ear, only adding to the
pleasure brought by an eager tongue that now delved deep into the
smooth hole. “Oh well, if he eats it all up, they’ll just mate
again after dinner.”

Reuben
whimpered, unable to keep his hips in place at the oh-so-wonderful
jabs of Coal’s tongue. Maybe that had been the stallion’s goal in
the first place? Lick Reuben up, so he could have another go at his
ass? Reuben surely didn’t mind. God, how he loved that cock. He
would mate with Coal anytime Erik wanted.

“Cornelia,
would you please bring in our dinner?” Alexander shouted.

“What are we
having?” Erik asked, still gently petting Reuben, but leaving his
own erection untouched, straining the front of his leather
pants.

“Horse
stew.”

Reuben opened
his eyes wide, staring up at his master, dumbstruck. Coal didn’t
seem much bothered though, still licking between Reuben’s buttocks
in lazy, satisfied moves. Maybe cannibalism was just another
depravity Reuben was to be acquainted with.

“Oh, a themed
party!” Erik let out a low laugh. “I like those. Should I have
dressed up?”

“Don’t worry.
After all, we have horses and equine-themed porcelain. I think
that’s enough. I thought it would be nice to eat here, without
leaving our treasures on their own.”

Reuben heard
the clang of chains again, and Coal’s head was pulled away.

“That’s enough,
Coal.”

The stallion
whined, but Reuben’s attention was on Erik, who slowly sank to his
knees in front of Reuben. His gaze was so tender it could melt
anyone’s heart.

“Do you need to
spill, or can you wait?”

He would have
liked to say he could, but the need was so visceral, boiling his
blood and commanding his body from his scalp to the tips of his
fingernails. Reuben let out a pleading whimper.

“Oh my, you’re
adorable.” Erik let out a quiet chuckle and moved away, much to
Reuben’s distress.

“You are quite
permissive,” commented Alexander, but the rest of his words drowned
in the moan Reuben choked out as he felt Erik’s oily fingers curl
around his cock. It took only a few energetic strokes for him to
come with yet another hoarse groan. He could relax, supported by
the padded piece of furniture designed to keep him in place. As he
panted and heaved, he appreciated it even more than before. His
muscles went limp, and his mind followed, disintegrating into
emptiness.

He was jerked
awake by a gentle touch on his neck. He must have dozed off. Coal
smiled at him, his black eyes glistening as he leaned closer once
more to capture Reuben’s lips. None of them was wearing a bit now.
Reuben blinked, surprised to be kissed by anyone other than Erik.
It didn’t stop him from kissing back though. Coal wasn’t even half
as aggressive as he had been before, and Reuben gave in to the
gentle pull of teeth on his bottom lip.

“They’re so
beautiful,” Alexander sighed. He and Erik were sitting at a tiny
iron table, eating their dinner as if they weren’t in a stable but
a proper dining room, with all the finery in place.

“I love how
Coal approached him earlier. So lovely.”

“He did wait a
week to meet his mare.” Alexander smiled raised his wine glass to
Erik. “To a foal as beautiful as these two.”

Only now Reuben
realized there was a feeder between him and Coal. Fortunately it
didn’t contain horse stew but pieces of fruit mixed with cream, so
it was quite easy to eat.

“It’s time for
you pony boys to eat,” insisted Erik, calmly eating his stew, much
to Reuben’s dismay. “There will be plenty of time for playing
later.”

Coal winked at
Reuben before digging in without a word. Being a cultured horse, he
stuck to one side of the feeder instead of just occupying the
middle of the bowl.

Even Reuben’s
blinders were off, so he was free to look around, but he focused on
the fruit, eating away and brushing the side of his head against
Coal from time to time. He was impressed by how gracefully the man
moved in those ankle-breaking hooves. Watching him do so well,
Reuben grew anxious about getting a proper pair. He knew for a fact
Erik would be delighted to fuck him in those. As Coal reciprocated
the tender gestures, Reuben felt even more at ease and didn’t
flinch even when he felt someone apply a generous amount of oil to
his anus. He was a horse after all. It was a surprise that there
was someone more in the room, but at this point he just couldn’t
care less.

“If you lived
in London, it would be so much easier to arrange those meetings.”
Alexander sighed and took a sip of his wine.

Erik chuckled.
“Well, thank you, but Bylondon offers me opportunities I cannot
leave behind without heartache. You, on the other hand, should come
over. We could race in Bylondon.”

“Ah, that is
one thing I would love to be doing. Going out to the street with a
horse is impossible. But I have houses here, and other business.
You know, the Humanists have a whole bunch of people lobbying to
take down the morality laws.” He looked back at Erik before eating
more stew.

“Which ones?”
Erik laughed with his mouth full. “Haven’t heard anything about
pets. I assume they want to let women wear less clothes.”

“No, no! I know
for a fact they want to take down the death penalty, or all
penalties for that matter. That law is so outdated anyway. Changes
will probably be a matter of
weeks
when Gregorovich reaches
power.”

Erik snorted.
“I don’t believe in freedom for all. The modern world has been
built on slavery.”

Reuben looked
to his master with furrowed eyebrows. Everything was so easy for
Erik, but only because of his privileged position.

Alexander took
his time before answering, clearly pondering what to say. “Well, I
suppose it’s about compromises. There comes a time to choose sides.
And to be honest, I don’t want to be on the losing side when war
comes knocking at my door.” His face sobered. “I don’t believe in
equality, but freedom? Why not? A wise man has to change with the
times if he doesn’t want to be left behind in the dirt.”

With a shake of
his head, Erik replied, “Do you honestly think the starving workers
who die in the Old Nicol are free men?” He had a sip of wine and
arched one finely muscled leg.

“They are free,
but they are
not
free at the same time. They may leave their
job, but they can’t if they don’t want to starve. Do you see the
point I’m making? Those changes will remain on paper. I don’t
believe much will change with the new government anyway, so it
seems pointless to fight against it.”

“Gregorovich is
forging reality just like I forge documents,” Erik said, watching
his wine move in the glass as he spun it lightly in his hand. “I
can respect the skill, but I still find it distasteful.”

“Just think
about it, though. There would be no punishment for doing what we
do. That would surely change attitudes with time. And if a war on
the undead, you know, a really small war, just around the city
walls, released more space for people to live, I don’t see what
could be wrong with that.” He smiled at Erik and pushed away his
empty plate.

“I’m a Dal. It
is doubtful he’d let me live, and I have my household to protect,
too.” Erik leaned back in his chair, casting a slow glance toward
Reuben.