The Copper Horse #2 Pride (30 page)

Reuben inched closer
and looked up to Erik in a silent plea to remove the bit. He opened
his mouth wide to make his request clearer, but Erik shook his head
with a chuckle.

“Kiss it.”

The crop licked the
side of Reuben’s jaw, and his attention shifted back to Percy. With
a deep nasal sigh, he bowed to kiss the cockhead emerging from its
sleeve. His lips met the skin of a prick he was yet unacquainted
with, and the smooth touch made him shiver.

“Oh yes, that’s
lovely, Copper.” Percy cupped the side of his head and traced
Reuben’s cheekbone with his thumb. His stomach looked softer than
Erik’s, and made him seem younger.

Reuben reached out to
Percy’s skin with the tip of his tongue, even though it was
partially trapped by the bit. He wanted to serve well, and it
frustrated him to no end that he wasn’t able to. The skin was
smooth and slightly salty, but the sensation was enough to make his
insides quiver in anticipation. Would Percy be slow and gentle, or
take him like Coal did?

“That’s it, horse, lap
at it.”

Reuben did his best to
fulfill the request, licking up and down the stiffening shaft, but
stole a quick glance at Erik. Would his master be excited by
watching him pleasure another man? He wouldn’t want Erik to feel
left out or unappreciated. Coal was no threat—he was a horse after
all—but Percy Preston was all man.

As if sensing his
discomfort, Erik slowly unfastened his own fly and gave Reuben an
intense look. Oh, he was enjoying the view. That thought alone
would have been enough to send Reuben’s mind into a frenzy, but the
scent of Percy’s growing arousal had him shaking. Was it a high
pitched moan or more of a whimper? He didn’t know. He tried to
embrace the cockhead with his lips and let it slide in as far as
the bit would allow. The taste of precome on his tongue made his
insides melt. He’d suck up this angel’s spill as if it were liquid
clouds.

The quiet groan from
above confirmed that even with his mouth blocked, Reuben had enough
skill to impress someone like Percy Preston, someone who surely had
men and women alike crawling on their knees to taste his
nectar.

“That’s it, Copper,
suck him well. You know how to,” Erik urged him.

Reuben barely
breathed, eager to make his master proud and satisfy Percy all at
once. He sucked around the tip, tilting his head from side to side
to give Percy more varied sensations.

From the corner of his
eye he noticed Erik idly fondling himself as he watched the
performance. As much as Reuben loved the idea of Percy Preston’s
cock in his mouth, what truly mattered was for Erik to appreciate
him. Would he get to do both of them? He hoped he would.

Percy tugged on his
reins and bucked his hips, trying to force his already hard cock
past the obstacle and into Reuben’s throat, but it was impossible.
Reuben writhed his head and looked up at Percy with a small moan.
He didn’t want the angel to hurt his precious cock on the bit.

Erik chuckled. “Mister
Preston, I believe Reuben’s hole doesn’t feel full enough.”
Reuben’s eyes immediately darted up to Percy’s face, and he earned
a sly smile from the actor.

“Does it, Copper?”

Reuben looked down in
embarrassment but kissed the tip of Percy’s stiff cock. He couldn’t
wait to know how it would feel inside.

“Get up.” Percy pulled
him up by the reins, squeezing Reuben’s crotch as soon as he could
reach it.

Reuben moaned but
followed Percy’s lead, parting his thighs to give him better
access. He still couldn’t believe he was being fondled by Percy
Preston. Percy pushed him forward, toward a heavy wooden table
lined with furs and velvet. They weren’t nearly as fine as those
from Erik’s home, but Reuben liked the softness on his skin when
his chest hit the tabletop. He could sense where the situation was
going and stayed in place, only wiggling his hips.

“Oh, just look at him,
all ready and eager. Good pony.” Erik stroked his back all the way
from the neck to the small of Reuben’s back. Strangely, it was the
angelic Percy who handled Reuben more roughly, and Reuben screamed
into the bit, pressing his hips into the table when Percy gave him
a hard slap on the ass. The sensation was insanely pleasurable,
even with a bit of pain added to the mix.

“What a pert rump your
stallion has!”

The strain of his
arms, tied tightly in the back, made Reuben’s body hot and sweaty
under the leather outfit. He pushed back against the hand with a
moan, unable to focus on one man alone. He shifted his legs to move
the phallus inside him. It wasn’t deep enough to brush across his
sweet spot, and he’d been hard for so long now that his body felt
completely drenched under the slippery leather. His balls were so
tender he was afraid they would retreat back into his body.

“So wild again,
Copper? He needs to be mounted to be tamed, Mister Preston. Copper
gets frisky when he’s not mounted often enough.”

Reuben played along
and writhed his hips harder, only to receive another slap, followed
by a gentle stroke of the riding crop up his thigh. “Spread your
legs, pony.”

Erik leaned over the
table, slid his hands over Reuben’s head, and nuzzled his face with
a giggle. “My Copper’s getting fucked hard today.”

Reuben squealed, his
voice shaky, but he spread his legs obediently. He would have never
imagined months ago that he, Reuben Wark, a dumb baker boy, would
be the center of attention for none other than Percy Preston.

His heavy breathing
sped up when Percy started unbuckling the back of his outfit, and
soon he felt the lick of cool air on his tense buttocks.

“So freckled!” Percy
laughed, and his soft hand stroked the skin on the inside of
Reuben’s thigh. The fact that he was all covered up except for the
hole on his ass made his face flush.
He
was easily
accessible. The mare for anyone Erik would choose. He let out a low
groan when the tail was pulled out. His anus twitched, and he
dragged his hooves along the wooden floor, wordlessly begging for
Percy to enter him. His eyes teared up when Preston hit the side of
his hip with the riding crop. But then Erik was next to him,
touching his face. Reuben’s body shuddered when Erik licked one of
his eyelids with a groan.

“Oh God!” He tried to
moan through the bit, but knew it would be unintelligible.

“He likes it rough.”
Percy laughed and slid two fingers against Reuben’s tender anus,
making him arch his ass up even higher.

“Why don’t you just
put it in, then?” Erik’s mouth closed over Reuben’s eye, and he
pulled on his eyebrows with his teeth.

Reuben whimpered,
clenching his eyes not to cry from the intensity of the experience.
Percy didn’t even push his fingers in. He pulled them away and slid
his cockhead into Reuben’s tender hole.

“He is shivering.
Ready for me, pony?” Percy bent over Reuben’s body, pushing his
cock in, and drove Reuben into the table in one move. His body
opened up to the prick, stretching much wider than with the small
rubber phallus. Reuben whinnied, unable to control his drool.

“Shh, it’s okay,
darling,” Erik said in between kisses. He pulled out a white
handkerchief and used it to dry Reuben’s mouth just before Preston
yanked his head back with the reins, driving all the way in with a
gasp.

“Copper is so well
trained, Mister Dal,” Percy panted between thrusts, forcing Reuben
back on the stiff rod by pulling on the reins. The deep nasal
breaths were unstoppable. Erik hadn’t fucked him in such a rough
manner for a good while now.

“He’s
exceptional.”

Erik’s words made
Reuben’s eyes water, and he wailed through the bit. The pounding
was so delicious they pushed him to the edge of consciousness. He
had no control over his body whatsoever, used like a chained
mare.

Percy grunted behind
him with every slap of skin against skin. “That’s so good. Now push
your ass back on my cock, tight, horny pony.”

Reuben looked up at
Erik with a moan. He wanted to be sure his master was watching as
he slowly pushed back and forth, riding Percy’s prick. A slap of
the riding crop landed on his thigh.

“Faster,” Percy
gasped, but to Reuben everything paled in comparison with the
intensity of his master’s gaze. The blue and brown of Erik’s
mismatched eyes drew him in, locking him in the limbo of pleasure
in which he couldn’t come but was unable to do anything about it.
Those eyes hypnotized him, and at the same time made them feel like
he was the only person in the world who mattered to Erik.

Reuben tried to push
back against Percy faster, with rhythm of the crop hitting his
thigh. He clenched his buttocks on the cock to offer his rider more
pleasure and gave Erik a breathless smile. His master petted the
feathers of his plume with one hand and his own cock with the
other. He winked at Reuben and leaned forward to bite into Reuben’s
cheek. His voice harmonized with Percy Preston’s, who at that
moment pulled all the way out before slamming back in at full
force.

Reuben whined,
hammered into the table. By the way Percy’s cock throbbed, he
guessed the pleasure was soon to end. On the other hand, his own
prick felt lonely and neglected, leaking precome into his outfit.
He cried out when Preston pushed Reuben’s face against the fabric
and slammed into him a few final times. Reuben’s body gave a
violent shudder when he felt warmth spread inside.

Though the cockhead
pushed at his sweet spot a few more times, it wasn’t enough for him
to finish. He prayed for Erik not to make him wait until getting
home. It only hit him then, when Percy laid on top of him, that the
man smelled of apples. Sweet apple pie.

“You’re so beautiful,
Copper.” Erik’s voice was velvety smooth, and the way his fingers
traced Reuben’s scalp was incredibly soothing. Even with his balls
so tight, despite Preston’s cock slowly sliding out of him, Reuben
could think of nothing else.

“I wanna!” he whined
through the bit, even though it was painfully useless.

Percy slid his fingers
between Reuben’s buttocks and lazily rubbed the tender anus with
his fingertips. “What a mount, Mister Dal. I’m envious.”

Erik laughed. “Get off
him.”

Percy pulled back and
gave Reuben one last slap. “It’s hard to resist such a pretty
pony.”

The touch made Reuben
shiver and almost cry out. Not from the pain, from the overall
tenderness he felt all over his body.

Erik fell back into
his chair and called Reuben over with a gesture. “Come here,
darling. You need some help.”

Reuben looked at him
with a moan. His weakened knees could be a hazard to walk on.

“What is it?” Erik
winked at him and rubbed his own cock, teasing Reuben.

He took a long breath
and slowly turned to his back on the table.

Percy laughed and
petted Reuben’s stomach. “He’s adorable!”

“Don’t. He’s mine.”
Erik got up and hurried around the table. “Go kiss him.”

Reuben was so excited
at the thought of Percy Preston kissing him that he looked up
instead of admiring both men upside down. A kiss? From Percy
Preston? Was this heaven or what?

The actor already
tucked his cock back into his breeches, though he didn’t bother to
button them up yet. “Like this, Mister Dal?” Percy leaned down and
gave Reuben’s lips a peck.

Erik grinned. He
unbuckled the front of Reuben’s outfit and slid his hand in, going
straight for the cock. “What do you think, darling? Is Percy giving
you enough?”

Reuben instantly
snorted to show his disapproval.

“Am I, Copper?”
Preston grinned breathlessly, digging his fingers into Reuben’s
cheeks. “Now?” Percy asked and sucked on Reuben’s bottom lip. The
sensation was otherworldly, even if Reuben’s lip was still a little
tender from the tattoo.

Reuben instantly
imagined having his cock sucked like that. And then there was a
warm, wet mouth on his cock. He could always recognize the
delectable touch of Erik’s mouth on him. Hot, tight endless
pleasure.

He moaned into Percy’s
lips, knowing he wouldn’t last long. Erik knew exactly how to
please him. Reuben arched his hips up into the beloved, willing
mouth while Percy’s tongue ventured between his upper lip and gums.
It slid along, smoothly exploring all of Reuben’s mouth. Erik was
not up for teasing. His lips slid up and down the shaft, caressing
it with a rounded motion. The gentle suction and agile tongue that
kept pushing at the underside of the cockhead made Reuben see
stars. It wasn’t long until he thrust his hips into the wet heat a
few more times, coming with a long exasperated moan. His ass was
still tender from the fucking, and Reuben reveled in the thought
that it was none other than Percy Preston’s spill oozing down his
buttocks. Their mouths locked again, and he groaned into the
actor’s mouth. Percy was so beautiful Reuben wanted to cry. He
doubted Percy would ever fuck him again.

But with Reuben’s
knees so wobbly after his orgasm, Hans might actually need to carry
him home. He bit down on the leather in his mouth and grinned at
the thought.

Erik’s house
was as lively as a marketplace on Sunday. Laborers strolled back
and forth through the corridors, carrying fancy decorations, some
so big that they required two or three men. Erik was agitated and
drank far too much coffee for it to be sensible, but he seemed
determined to orchestrate the perfect spectacle for his guests.
He’d been out and about since breakfast, and Reuben was there to
assist him with a bit of relief from the stress.

They were now
in the garden, which was being transformed into a magnificent
palace with two rows of golden columns erected to support layers of
transparent fabric that served as a makeshift ceiling. A group of
men was building an elevated stage at the center, along with a
raised walkway leading through the garden all the way from the
grand door to the house. Along the walls, beautiful trinkets and
furniture were gathered to disperse once the setup was finished,
and on the walls themselves hung grand tapestries depicting animals
with strangely human features. Some were fighting, others locked in
violent embraces with humans or one another.