The Copper Horse #2 Pride (21 page)

Erik insisted
he be fitted for the new footwear wearing only his tack, so Reuben
sat with his naked ass on the stool, a harness with a gorgeous
black tail attached at his waist, a bridle with equine ears, a bit,
hoof mittens, and now, finally, the hoof shoes. And he had no shame
whatsoever. After all—as Erik said—animals don’t get embarrassed.
Reuben had fun playing the frisky stallion today, so it didn’t stop
the moment he was away from the mares and fought against the
attendants when they tried to force him down. It was only when the
blacksmith came over to put the hooves on Reuben that he calmed
down, too eager to finally wear them to continue with the charade.
He couldn’t wait to get up and see if he could properly walk in the
new shoes. He would be so much taller than Erik.

The
blacksmith’s assistant handed his master a large hammer, and Reuben
flinched when the blacksmith used it on his hoof.

The strikes
didn’t hurt, but he could feel the resonance all the way to his
knee. The blacksmith repeated the process with Reuben’s other foot,
and he was good to go.

“There, try ‘em
out.”

Erik got up
from a chair that someone covered with a worn velvet cape, and gave
Reuben an expectant look. Reuben huffed and slowly tensed the
muscles in his thighs, trying to get up with as much grace as
possible despite his trussed hands. It took all his strength to
maintain balance after pushing off the stool, but he managed to
keep himself upright and not embarrass himself in front of
everyone. The first few steps were shaky to say the least, but if
Coal could do this, so could Reuben.

Erik stared at
him, completely mesmerized. It almost seemed like he could see a
new person in Reuben. “Oh, Copper! You are gorgeous!” He spread his
arms wide in invitation, but Reuben was in a cheeky mood, and as
soon as he found his ground, he turned the other way and walked
between the rows of horse stalls toward the yard.

The day was
warm for October, but still chilly to anyone who only had their own
bare skin for protection. Only adrenaline kept him from seeking
warmth in Erik’s arms. Reuben flexed his buttocks as he walked, and
the long tail brushed against his thighs. It was exciting to know
Erik would be looking at him, lusting after his tense legs and bare
ass. After the first hesitant steps, Reuben discovered the
enjoyment of being encased by the high boots, so snug on him,
making him so tall. Some of the horses looked out of their stalls,
watching him move along, but he only cared for the quickening sound
of footsteps behind him.

Reuben smiled
behind his bit and sped up as he walked into the yard without a
care for the drizzle and mud. He wanted to show how natural it was
for him to wear hooves. Did he look as tall and spectacular as Coal
did? Thanks to the training shoes he wore at home, Reuben quickly
adjusted to the new feeling and trotted in the open yard, already
getting excited. The shoes were perfectly balanced, with a stiff
yet soft lining underneath his whole foot, supporting it even at
the awkward angle it was bent into so that it resembled an equine
leg.

“Copper! Come
here, you little rascal.” Erik laughed, and it warmed Reuben to
give his master so much joy.

Reuben snorted
at Erik and moved to a further corner of the yard. Both the
blacksmith and his apprentice stood behind Erik with confused but
curious looks on their faces, watching him perform. He imagined
himself as a frisky pony, running away after his first shoeing.
Reuben turned his back on Erik and purposefully swayed from side to
side to make his tail move. He turned his face away as soon as he
saw Erik’s eyes widen. He knew his master wouldn’t be able to
resist. And did any of them care what some unknown men saw? No.

He started
walking along the wall that surrounded the muddy yard, careful not
to slip. His skin was so hot the rain could evaporate from it any
moment. His cock was already stiffening as the cold drizzle
caressed him all over.

“Copper!” He
could hear Erik make his way through the wet courtyard too,
pursuing his prized stallion.

Reuben whinnied
and started running away, the tail slapping his thighs with every
step. He was going to play a wild stallion. Hard to tame.

Erik squealed.
He
squealed
, dashing forward to catch Reuben, though it was
clear the chase itself made him genuinely happy. His fingers traced
Reuben’s ass, urging him to escape, and he didn’t have to repeat
that for Reuben to instantly rush away with a snort.

The slush
beneath his feet wasn’t helping Reuben keep balance, but he
wouldn’t be defeated by
mud
! He staggered away on wobbly
legs, and each time Erik got close to reaching him, he managed to
slip away. He hadn’t had this much fun playing around since he’s
been a boy. This was much like those rare moments in his childhood
when he was free and careless, far away from his father’s eyes.
With proper shoes on his feet, Erik could run faster, but Reuben
had the advantage of his rain-slick body. At one point he stopped
when Erik was right behind him and splashed mud all over him with
his hoof.

His master gave
a cry of outrage, but Reuben knew it was just an act and carelessly
ran away, leaving him behind like a real animal would. He would
have never imagined how much fun a chase like this could be, and
despite the dangerous slips and the ache of his protesting ankles,
he kept running. He was slowly getting out of breath, but each time
he managed to wiggle out of Erik’s hands felt like a victory. One
he knew would be later rewarded with even more pleasure. He became
so self-assured that the harsh tug on his tail came as a surprise,
and he slipped with a loud crack of his ankle, falling face first
into the muddy ground.

Reuben let out
a short yelp before his face slammed into slush, his ass high up in
the air. Erik yanked his head out of the water before Reuben could
choke on it and pressed his hips hard against Reuben’s. His cock
was hard as if there was a bone in it.

“You thought
you could get away from me?” Erik rasped into his ear, his other
hand grabbing Reuben’s prick like a staff.

Reuben
whimpered in return and pretended to shy away with his buttocks. It
was all happening too fast, but now, with droplets of rain
slithering down his body, he knew exactly where this was going and
couldn’t care less if the blacksmith was still watching. He was a
pony and needed taming. His cock instantly swelled with blood when
he reminded himself of that first time with Erik. On his knees,
bent over, with Erik tugging at the reins, pushing his cock in deep
in a merciless rhythm. Reuben couldn’t help but moan.

“You’ve been
naughty, you know that?” rasped Erik, pumping him in a slow,
teasing manner. Reuben let his cheek rest on the wet ground and
moaned when he felt two slick fingers at his entrance. There was no
way he could keep on pretending anymore, and he ground back against
them eagerly, spreading his knees wide.

“That’s it, you
need to make it up to me,” Erik teased him even as he took his hand
away to brush the thick tail aside. It wasn’t long before two
leather-clad fingers breached Reuben’s entrance, delving deep
inside.

Reuben shivered
at the swirl of sensations: the smell of dirt, the cold rain, the
heat he felt on the inside, and that blissful feeling of being
filled and taken. He arched his hips up in invitation and mumbled
behind the bit while tensing his muscles around the fingers. It
wasn’t just about having a cock up his ass. He wanted to show Erik
how tight and hot he would be for him. The show earned him an
appreciative gasp.

“You little
devil!” Erik gave his cock a harder tug while moving his fingers in
and out of Reuben’s anus, making him mewl and drag his knees in the
mud. “Someone’s rear is hungry for a treat.”

Reuben writhed
his hips as if he was a wild stallion, but Erik knew what to do
with unruly stallions. He grabbed the reins and yanked Reuben’s
head back, the bit pushing deep into Reuben’s mouth.

“That’s more
like it, Copper!” Erik probed with his fingers, stretching Reuben’s
oversensitive flesh, but when he finally touched the little nub
inside, Reuben practically fell to his face again. He loved the
firmness with which Erik held those reins, like a true master of
the situation. It was he who was in control. Reuben pushed back,
whining for more and trying to ride those gloved fingers. He felt
empty the moment they withdrew, but the hard cockhead pushing at
his entrance was more than enough to make up for the loss.

“Do you like
it, Copper? You were asking for it when you swayed that tail,
weren’t you?” Erik’s hoarse whisper was only slightly louder than
the rain, but but it still made Reuben’s insides clench with
excitement.

All he could do
was moan in reply, and he bucked his hips as if to push Erik off,
but then pressed back against his groin again. He didn’t care if he
looked like a mare in heat. His cock was throbbing, and his master
was the only one who could do anything about it, since Reuben’s
hands were bound and tucked into hoof gloves.

Even now, in
the mud, straight after a chase, Erik took his time entering him,
pushing in with one agonizing thrust. It hurt a little, but as they
said, no pain, no gain. As soon as the brief discomfort passed,
Reuben mewled, spraying some of the mud around with his breath. He
loved how Erik forced his body into a reverse arch with the reins,
hips tightly pressed against his ass. His master synchronized
pushing in slowly and pulling on the reins until Reuben gasped for
air, but steadily Erik moved into a ferocious rhythm, hips slamming
against Reuben’s ass each time. It did feel somewhat like being
ridden, having to submit to the pace his master chose, and each
pull on the reins only made Reuben hornier. His cock head bobbed
against his stomach, and he wondered if he would come just from
being fucked. Even the rain didn’t seem cold anymore as they sped
toward release.

Reuben moaned
into the bit, his eyes rolling back every time Erik hit the
bull’s-eye, driving him crazy with lust. The touch of
leather-encased fingers, the cool ground beneath his knees, the
harsh push and pull brought him over the edge soon after Erik
spilled his seed into him. It was heaven to feel him collapse on
top, one hand curled over Reuben’s nape as if to tell him he was
safe. He belonged to Erik Dal, the Bluefinger, and no one would
dare judge him.

Reuben closed
his eyes, and his knees gave in, so without thinking he slid all
the way into the mud, barely breathing as he reveled in the feeling
of Erik’s cock throbbing inside him.

Erik groaned,
biting into the flesh of Reuben’s arm before slowly getting to his
knees. “Good boy.”

Reuben moaned
and awkwardly rolled over to his back just in time to see Erik
tucking his cock back under his leathers. Only now, after the
release, was the cold starting to get to him. His master, however,
was quick to pull Reuben into a sitting position and cradle him
against his chest. Reuben smiled, realizing their heartbeats were
in perfect harmony. He leaned his head against Erik’s arm, hoping
it would show his master how much he appreciated the embrace.

Erik didn’t say
a thing, simply tightened his arms around Reuben, still motionless
like a statue. His breath ghosted over Reuben’s skin, bringing him
back to reality. His ankle stung with a numb pain, but it had been
worth it. He nuzzled Erik’s ear, but while he didn’t feel like
getting up, the rain was worsening, making him shiver with
cold.

“What is it,
darling?” Erik looked up at him with a smile. Both his eyes, even
the demon one, shone with a warmth Reuben couldn’t ignore.

He made a few
unintelligible sounds from behind the bit and gestured that he
needed to get up. Erik stood up with a raspy chuckle and pulled on
Reuben’s harness.

It was awkward
to get up with his hands bound, and Reuben found it easier to kneel
first and then slowly pull himself up, like a fowl trying to get up
for the first time. The hoof shoes gave him a few additional inches
over Erik, but when he finally scrambled to his feet with his
master’s help, the pain in his ankle struck with new force. He
squealed and bent his knee, but that only threw him off balance,
forcing Erik to take most of his weight.

“Copper?” he
yelped, whole body tensing to hold Reuben up.

Reuben moaned
and whimpered with no shame, trying to alert Erik about his pain.
The one hoof he could stand on suddenly became a deathtrap that
turned his other leg into a throbbing mess.

“Is everything
alright Mister Dal?” The blacksmith’s apprentice approached them
but remained a few steps away.

Erik gave a
shuddery breath. “Please, help me get him under the roof.”

The boy quickly
came up and supported Reuben from the other side as he hopped on
one foot, holding back tears that threatened to spill every time he
moved.

“Did he break
his ankle?” The blacksmith approached them with a blanket as soon
as they were in the stable again. The two men seemed used to Erik’s
ways, or else they were simply greedy for Bluefinger’s favors and
pretended they didn’t know what happened outside.

“I don’t know.”
Was that fear in Erik’s voice? Because it sure sounded like it.

Reuben kept his
eyes on the slippery ground, hopping on his one good leg, his
flaccid prick swaying with each move. It was so humiliating. Erik
and the apprentice’s combined effort got him to a small pile of hay
where he could sit down.

“If it’s the
leg, then he’s gonna be lame, and we’ll need to put him down, sir,”
said the young apprentice matter-of-factly, and Reuben’s eyes went
wide. Was the little fucker mocking him?

Erik scowled at
the boy. “Get me a carriage before I decide
you
don’t serve
your purpose.”