The Copper Horse #2 Pride (3 page)

“I am so proud
of how much you've learned, Copper. This calls for a prize.”

“It does?
Gravy?” Reuben laughed and had to keep himself from kissing Erik’s
crotch. Was it just his imagination, or did that cock just get
larger?

“You are a
perceptive little stallion, Copper.” Erik gave him a bright smile
and reached for the fastenings at the front of his leathers. The
slow, languid way he opened the costume to reveal the skin
underneath made Reuben salivate.

Reuben bit back
a moan. “Or you’re predictable, master.”

“Are you saying
I’m not challenging enough for you?” Erik took out his prick, his
black hand pumping it slowly inches in front of Reuben’s face.

That question
did make Reuben hesitate. “N--no,” he managed, focusing on the
cockhead. By now, his own dick was pulsing, trapped against his
thigh. It was problematic, as he usually tried to will the
excitement away until he was touched, so it wouldn’t look like he
was getting hard just from being on his knees, shackled to a
cart.

“But you like
your daily gravy.” Erik smiled, spitting on his hand and massaging
the saliva into his cock, taunting Reuben deliberately with that
purple, shiny head, teasing the big vein with his thumb as if he
wanted to stress its importance.

“I do what is
expected of me,” muttered Reuben, his gaze on the single drop of
fluid forming at the tip.

Erik sighed,
gently combing Reuben’s mane with his other hand. “Then I
expect
you to be grateful for your prize.”

Reuben nodded
and leaned in to run his tongue along the underside of the cock. He
couldn’t wait to suck on that hot flesh. It smelled of leather and
sweat, and he wanted to keep it in his mouth forever. That cock had
become so familiar during the last month that he no longer choked
on it, greedily accommodating it in his throat and drinking all it
would give him. He held on to the wooden thills and looked up to
see Erik’s face. He rarely suffered of gag reflex anymore, so he
reveled in the feeling of this fragrant dick slowly pushing into
his mouth as he played his tongue around it. He groaned when Erik
rolled his hips in a shallow thrust, the cockhead sliding over
Reuben’s soft palate and into his throat. Erik’s bright eyes
darkened by at least a shade, his brows furrowed, mouth slack as he
looked straight into Reuben’s face.

Reuben’s whole
body was sweating in its case of leather as he slowly moved his
head away, only to take the cock in deeper. He loved that salty
taste, and even being just a hole his master used for pleasure.
Erik must have sensed his readiness to be used and slowly took over
the job, holding Reuben’s head in his hands and rocking into him,
massaging Reuben’s throat in ways that made them both painfully
hard. Reuben voiced a few pathetic nasal whimpers as he did his
best to make his throat available, smooth. He didn’t care about all
the drool spilling down his chin. Erik would usually clean him
after a fuck, which was a pleasure in itself.

It started out
as a slow rhythm, Erik sliding deep into Reuben’s mouth in one
smooth stroke only to pull out completely or sometimes let Reuben
suck on the cockhead. With each passing minute though, Erik became
more frantic, thrusting harder, quicker. His head was rolling back
every now and then, and the fair hair cascaded down Erik’s back so
beautifully Reuben couldn’t stop staring.

He loved to
hear his master moan, knowing it was his doing. By the time Erik
got more aggressive, Reuben could barely breathe through his nose
and gripped the thills so hard his knuckles whitened.

“Drink it all
up, Copper...” Erik’s words sent a shiver down his spine, making
Reuben arch and greedily swallow the creamy seed.

The fact that
he couldn’t reach out and grab his own cock sent tremors of arousal
all the way down his body. He didn’t even notice when tears
streaked down his cheeks from having the cock in so deep. The way
Erik’s prick pulsed on his tongue as it shot deep into Reuben’s
throat made his whole body ache with need. He wouldn’t mind having
the tail in him just for the sake of being penetrated at the other
end as well.

“Ohh fuck, my
lovely Ruby...” Erik used Reuben’s shoulders for support, pushing
down on Reuben as he swallowed each salty drop, like a good pet
would. The sole thought of a tail deep in his ass made Reuben’s
balls tighten. Only then did Erik's words reach him. ‘Ruby’? Did he
know his real name?

Erik dropped to
his knees, gathering Reuben in his arms and drawing him into a
fierce kiss. He groaned, sucking on Reuben’s mouth, tracing his
teeth with his tongue, grinding into him. Shivers racked Reuben’s
body when he reciprocated the kiss, his mouth still adjusting to
not being pushed apart so wide. Erik cupped his crotch, squeezing
hard and biting Reuben’s lips at the same time.

The sensation
sent Reuben into a frenzy of moans as he rutted against the slim
hand. It was beyond embarrassing that he actually fantasized about
his master’s fingers between his asscheeks. His lips were trembling
and available to Erik, who opened Reuben’s fly in one swift move
and yanked his cock out. It only took a few quick strokes over his
sweaty prick for Reuben to come. His breath was shaky, and he had
to support his head on Erik’s shoulder, as he smelled the fresh
sweat from their outing and sex.

It was so good
to be held, gently stroked, kissed on the temple, listen to sweet
words whispered into his ear.

“You’re the
most precious jewel.”

“You know my
name?” Reuben muttered, too exhausted to even open his eyes
yet.

“Your
name?”

“You called me
‘Ruby’...”

Erik was silent
for a long moment, never stopping his gentle ministrations.
 “Is that what you used to be called?”

“Reuben... some
friends called me ‘Ruby’,” he whispered straight into his master’s
ear.

“That’s a
beautiful name. You must miss it.”

Reuben
considered that for a while, taking his time to suck on Erik’s
earlobe and roll it between his teeth. “I’m not that man anymore.
I’m not a baker, and I’m not Reuben. I’m yours.”

Erik moaned,
yanking Reuben’s head back by the hair to ravage his lips, pressing
into him as if he wanted to eat him alive. Even if Reuben wanted
to, he wouldn’t be able to move away, so he gave in to the kiss
with full intensity, happy, spent and tired. It made his heart
thump faster to see Erik so passionate about him.

“I bet you’re
hungry,” Erik said when he finally pulled away and looked into
Reuben’s eyes with a soft expression.

“Yes, for more
than gravy, I’m afraid.”

A youthful
giggle escaped Erik’s mouth before he gave Reuben one more kiss and
leaned down to reattach Reuben’s wrists, freeing him from the cart.
Strangely, it felt more embarrassing for Reuben to have only his
penis on display now than it did when he was fully naked, but he
tried not to act silly in front of his master.

“Don’t worry, I
feel exactly the same. I could kill for a decent steak.”

“At least you
don’t have a taste for horse meat.” Reuben smiled and nuzzled his
hair.

“I do. I just
rarely swallow the meat itself.” Erik grinned, finishing to attach
the second cuff to Reuben’s thigh and gesturing at Reuben to get
up.

“That’s a
start.”

Erik smiled,
gently tucking Reuben’s cock into his pants as if it were a baby
bird that had fallen out of the nest, before fastening the garment.
He didn’t bother to cover himself, though. “Shall we?”

“Showing off?”
Reuben followed him, curiously glancing to the prick hanging out of
Erik’s pants like a banner.

“We are
enjoying the fresh air,” Erik told him, voice completely serious.
He opened the door and went into the corridor, ignoring Hans’
disapproving look, just like he always did.

“Is that a ‘we’
for you and your prick?” Reuben burst out with laughter.

“Well, you have
to admit he has a personality of his own.” Erik turned his head
just enough for Reuben to see him wink.

Reuben couldn’t
help the smile in the corners of his lips as they walked all the
way to the dining room. “Yeah, he’s a bit stiff.”

“You certainly
made him relax. He hurts all over when he gets stiff and there’s no
one to give him a massage.”

“Poor dick.
It’s good you take such good care of him.”

“I have you to
do just that.”

From the
dispassionate look on John’s face, Reuben concluded it wasn’t the
first time Erik had come to dinner with his cock hanging out.

“Oh, how useful
I am.” Reuben rolled his eyes and let his gaze linger on the
handsome footman. He felt much more confident now that he was
wearing the leather outfit.

The footman met
his gaze with an expression that revealed nothing whatsoever. He
didn’t seem jealous, but Reuben sure hoped he was! It was no secret
in the household that John used to sleep with Erik.

Reuben took his
place by the feeder, not wanting to look like he was slacking, but
he was also ready to fill his stomach properly. His blood froze
when he noticed Erik gently tracing his fingers over John’s
forearm.

Erik didn’t
still
sleep with him, did he? Reuben watched them curiously,
trying to relax his muscles. He was sure he would sleep like a baby
after all he’s been through since yesterday. John nodded to Erik
and quickly went to the tube he used to communicate with the
kitchen.

Erik took a
small spoon and used it to gently clink on a wine glass.  “How
are your muscles?” he asked Reuben.

“Fine, just a
bit tired.”

Erik smiled,
pulling back for John to fill his glass. “We need to keep you in
good health.”

“Why? You wanna
do a health check again?” Reuben barely managed to keep a straight
face, remembering the way his master had touched him all over only
to finish the amazing experience with his hand in Reuben’s ass.

“Not tonight,
my eager Copper!” Erik smiled and drank a sip of his wine. “But I
will see to it before we breed you.”

“M... me? Do
what?” Reuben frowned, and his focus went to Erik’s glass, or
rather the delicious alcohol it contained.

“We’ve talked
about it before, dummy.” Erik smelled the wine, sticking his nose
into the glass. “Making a little foal...”

“And how would
that actually work?” Reuben took a step closer to his master. “Can
I have some?”

“No, you can’t
have any wine.” Erik was calm, quiet. Only his eyes told Reuben not
to cross the line, so he sighed and got back to his empty feeder.
For over a month now, he’d been as sober as a public school boy. He
could have used a drink yesterday when he was cold and afraid,
shunned by his master.

“As for the
breeding... I would very much like to have a handsome stallion
mounting you. It’s that simple.” Erik shrugged, stirring the wine
with slight movements of his hand.

Reuben licked
his lips, unsure what to make of Erik’s words yet, though it meant
Erik didn’t really want to keep him just for himself. Maybe if it
were some handsome man, it wouldn’t be bad at all, but he wasn’t
going to show enthusiasm like some eager cunt.

“What do you
think, Copper?”

“Would you
watch?” Reuben stared into his empty bowl. He could see a twisted
reflection of himself in the white porcelain, and he could bet it
would seem straighter if he could only have a bit of liquor.

“But of course!
I have always been excited by the idea of mating stallions. Freaks
of nature.” Erik’s voice sounded hoarse and heated.

Reuben clenched
his lips together. He never wanted to be a ‘freak of nature’. Why
would Erik call him that?

“It’s a shame I
could never witness such an act performed by real stallions, but
watching you with another beautiful horse would be more than
enough.” Erik flashed him a smile.

“Because
stallions don’t do that. They’re attracted to mares,” Reuben said
into the bowl.

“Not all of
them,” Erik told him as John placed a small salad bowl on the
table. “It’s humans who decide about the mating, if you ask
me.”

“Do you think
I’m a freak of nature?” Reuben said after long silence, his head
buzzing in a way it hadn’t for a long time.

Erik blinked,
stirring his salad with a silver fork. “No. But I am.” His gaze
fell on the tiny bowl, as if there was something very interesting
tossed inside with the lettuce.

Reuben
swallowed, finally looking back at him. “Did you ever try to change
it?”

“Of course not.
This is
my
nature.” Erik put a forkful of salad in his
mouth.

“And... where
would you find this other stallion?” Reuben tried to change the
topic, sensing Erik didn’t want to talk about himself.

“From a friend.
I’m sure he’d gladly help me with that matter.”

“Why do you
like that idea, Master?”

Erik sighed,
his gaze following John to the feeder as he dumped a plate of
chopped meat, rice and vegetables into Reuben’s bowl. Just the
smell of it made Reuben’s stomach go wild. “I like to watch. And I
like the way you submit to my will. It would be beautiful to
witness, like a living work of art,” Erik said softly.

“Why do you
like watching a man do that?” inquired Reuben, even though half his
thoughts were focused on the appetizing feed in front of him. The
smell of meat within reach was tickling his nose.

Erik stared
ahead, slowly chewing the salad. “I just... I like it. I don’t
know.”

“Like someone
would prefer cognac over tea?” Reuben wanted to put it into some
kind of order, and he filled his mouth before he got his
answer.

Erik shrugged.
“Something like that. It is hard to grasp.”

Reuben
swallowed, his brows furrowed. “But a man can’t get pregnant,
right? Ever? It’s never happened?”