The Copper Horse #1 Fear (23 page)

"Oh, isn't he?" Erik pulled him toward the door. It seemed they were done eating. When Reuben looked up from Erik's arm where he'd nestled his face, he spotted a slim figure in a solid black uniform with only a boutonnière for decoration. It was 'Lady Victoria', carrying a bucket and cloth to clean the floor.

"He wasted the ice cream," Reuben complained, glancing at Erik, who leaned in to give him a chaste kiss.

"I know! How about I give you a cookie instead?"

Reuben hesitated for only a second. "I would like that." He should have been fighting this man, but with all the good things he was getting from him, it just seemed like too much effort.

They walked back to the stable, and for once, Jack was nowhere in sight. Hans, though, looked up at them from a book he was reading in a chair by the open door. He nodded at his master, but they entered the room, shutting him off.

"Satisfied?" Erik took the halter off Reuben and carelessly dropped it to the floor. Reuben choked, feeling naked, which was peculiar considering that the damn thing didn't cover much anyway. Now, with no tail to obscure at least a fraction of his backside, wearing only cuffs on his wrists and thighs, he was no longer a horse. It didn't feel even half as good as he believed it would.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Food was good."

Erik smiled at him, his slim fingers popping the buttons of his shirt one after another. Reuben couldn't help himself and let his eyes roam, searching for newly uncovered flesh. He was desperate to drive arousal away, but it was no easy task with Erik stripping in front of him.

Erik pushed the fabric off his shoulders. "You will get the cookie afterward."

Reuben frowned, unable to take his eyes off Erik's lithe body. Tiny birthmarks were scattered all over his pale chest and arms. He wasn't even close to Reuben in size, but not thin either. Somewhere in between, just the way Reuben would imagine the body of a gentleman who didn't do physical work, but took long walks, or rode horses, or fenced.

He looked away as soon as it occurred to him that he was staring. It wasn't something a normal man would do. And... had Erik really just offered him a cookie for bending over?
What the hell!?
Even the hedge whores from the docks got more for their services! He had to admit that the ingredients of Erik's cookies had to be very expensive.

Erik's gaze wandered over Reuben's bare body as he slowly opened his trousers and pushed them down, revealing a red scar on the left side of his lower belly.

"Maybe we could skip this today?" Reuben muttered very slowly. He finally got the chance to see Erik naked and it was a feast to the eyes. His body was soft and hairless, like none Reuben had seen before. He was different from what Reuben usually looked for: a big brawny man, strong enough to hold him down. That used to be the main criterion.

"Why, aren't you satisfied?" Erik was now completely bare. "I need to get my satisfaction, too, Copper."

Reuben curled up his toes at those words. It seemed that his owner really considered that a sensible request. "I... I..."

"You?" Erik parroted.

"Don't mock me, I'm nervous!" he blurted out, his hands clenching into fists.

"I just think you're funny, Copper." Erik came closer and ran his palms over Reuben's torso, gently kneading the tense flesh.

"I can imagine that." Reuben followed the slim, bluish fingertips with his eyes.

"So, Copper," Erik leaned even closer, sliding his hands around Reuben's waist tight enough for their torsos to touch. "How about giving me satisfaction?" His lips were so warm against Reuben's, they turned his mind into a puddle, much like the wasted ice cream.

At least with his hands tied, Reuben had no way to push his master away. He blew off a strand of hair that kept getting into his eyes and gave a curt nod. "I'm guessing there's no way around it?"

Erik sighed, looking up at him, soft mouth sliding down to Reuben's chin. "There might be."

"Yes?" He hoped it wasn't cleaning or something. He much preferred getting fucked.

"Yes." Erik smiled. "I might relax if you read me something."

"I... I..." Reuben swallowed. Maybe this was his chance?

"I have a special book, a single copy."

"And if I read it, you won't, you know... bugger me?" A shiver went down his spine at the way that word formed in his mouth.

Erik let out a long breath. "A promise is a promise."

"But master, I... can't read." He shot Erik a shy glance, but deep in his gut, he felt a knot of anticipation. How would Erik fuck him tonight? He might have chosen not to read it aloud, but if Erik intended to leave the book in the stable, he would definitely have a look at it later, with no one watching.

Erik's mouth stretched into a smirk, but his strange eyes remained cold. "We'll see about that." He closed his hand around his Reuben's arm, tugging him deeper into the room.

Reuben stopped at the sight of a strange piece of furniture. It took him a moment to realize it roughly resembled a small horse with strong, wooden legs, complete with steel hooves and a soft, padded back. The 'neck' was lowered to support a book located where the ears should be, if it were a real animal. He noticed numerous straps dangling below the wooden belly and cleared his throat, already suspecting what their purpose was.

He wasn't too worried though. If this turned out to be some horrible torture device, he could always go back on his word and read the damn book. "What is it?" He gave Erik an anxious look, but his master laughed, amused by his reluctance.

"It's your reading chair." He guided Reuben toward the piece.

"And... uhm... how do I use it?" He cocked his head to the side, hoping the thing would make more sense from this angle. When they came close enough, he noticed a small stool on one side of the furniture.

"Mount it like a horse."

"On the stool?" Reuben asked to be sure and not embarrass himself more than necessary.

"You might try from the floor if you want, but with your hands immobilized, I suggest using the stool."

Reuben swallowed and carefully put his foot on the smooth seat. "Will you watch so I don't fall?" he asked, just in case. As soon as these words left his lips, he felt Erik's hands at the sides of his hips, offering the much needed support.

"You are safe with me, Copper."

The strangest thing was that Reuben believed this without question. He bent over the contraption and lifted one leg to slide onto the padding moments later. Erik was watching him, focused on keeping Reuben safe. It felt silly, but Reuben didn't care all that much now that they were alone. Once he got on top of the wooden horse, he noticed a small, oval cavity with a lining of rubber nubs that glistened as if someone had sprinkled them with oil. It took him a moment to realize it was designed to accommodate his prick.

Erik nudged him forward, and when Reuben laid down on the wooden horse, his eyes met his master's cock, which was already standing full mast. What surprised him most though was the presence of those rubber nubs. They were meant for his pleasure, as mad as it was. As his cock slid into the bed of slick rubber, he could already imagine himself coming in this position.

Erik's warm hands stroked his back in slow, languid moves before going into action and strapping Reuben's midsection to the device with a set of wide straps. It felt oddly safe, as if he was being cradled against a firm body.

"It won't hurt?" he asked, not daring to struggle. The oily bits around his hardening cock melted all doubts, and all he wanted was to thrust between those nubs.

"It shouldn't." Erik expertly adjusted other straps, securing his arms and legs to the wooden supports. There was soft padding under Reuben's chin, and in this position he could see the book in more detail. Its cover was made with ivory leather and featured a picture of a winged horse falling from the sky.

With his legs parted and strapped to their wooden counterparts, his bare ass was blatantly exposed. He tensed all his muscles, torn between anticipation and the shame of the position. Erik moved to Reuben's front to open the book where it was bookmarked. The first thing Reuben saw was an illustration depicting... a young, fair-haired man wearing a halter, much as the one he'd had on before. There were white stains around his mouth and nose, one of them still connected to a stiff cock by a thin thread of come.

Reuben's eyes went wide, and he drew in a sharp breath, feeling a hot flush creeping up his face. "This is a filthy book!" His prick twitched beneath his stomach in agreement.

"It has to be, considering I wrote the manuscript," Erik remarked, not without pride. He gently ran his hands up the backs of Reuben's thighs. The tantalizing touch moved up and down to finally settle on his buttocks.

"Is anything you do
not
perverse?" Reuben's voice was getting ragged. He squeezed his eyes shut when he felt a familiar throbbing in his anus. It was as if his body hungered for cock.

The smooth timbre of Erik's laugh made him even hotter. "I don't think there is, Copper." His hands didn't leave him for even a minute.

Reuben pressed his forehead against the leather padding, his body hot like a freshly baked pie. He was panting by now, shivering in anticipation. Erik was something else. He was man enough to control him, even though he wasn't nearly as big as the brutes Reuben had given himself to so many times. It wasn't Erik's size that made Reuben's stomach knot in terror and arousal at the same time, an overwhelming mixture that he had never experienced before. Usually, fear would drive his excitement away, but that was because it coincided with pain and force. Erik, on the other hand, had him in a firm grasp with his sheer presence. And Hans' presence, for that matter.

The brush of a smooth cockhead between his sensitive buttocks made him to jerk as high as the straps allowed him.

"You like that cock, Copper?"

"How can you ask such questions?" he panted, cooling his heated cheek on the padding. "You better put that halter back on if you don't want to be offended."

"You better read to me if you don't want my cock breaching your tight ass." Erik chuckled and nestled the said cock between Reuben's ass cheeks. It was hot and wonderfully hard, yet pulsing and alive at the same time, so unlike the cold, motionless phallus that kept the tail in Reuben's body.

For a moment, he forgot to breathe, opening his eyes to look at the page. "N-no! It's not my fault." He wasn't a fast reader, but bit by bit, he could slowly work out the text. He was shocked to discover that one of the characters was named Erik! That pervert actually described a dirty fantasy of his! The sentence Reuben managed to decipher gave a detailed account of how his come tasted to 'Pegasus'.

"It isn't of my concern."

Reuben knew he had to make some effort if he was to pretend he didn't want Erik's cock where it was, or even deeper. He still considered Erik a bastard who wouldn't care if he wanted it or not. "The horse sucked hard." He made up the line, curious what Erik's reaction would be. The answer was a loud, playful smack on the side of his butt.

"Wrong!"

"Ouch! I said I don't know!" He wriggled in the straps, feeling the oily rubber bits titillating him with every move. He was getting out of breath, and he enjoyed every second.

"And with that, your fate has been sealed, Copper," announced Erik, his pants getting louder.

Reuben shivered as he felt a generous portion of oil spilling right between his buttocks. At least it wouldn't hurt. He wasn't used to being shown off in full light. His encounters with men usually took place in dark alleys and shady parks.

"Bastard." He tensed up even more as the hot cock head nudged his buttocks apart without yet entering Reuben.

He was glad to be strapped down, because his muscles were going weak and heavy. "Slow!" he pleaded but writhed and thrust his cock into the oily cavity beneath him.

"Why, are you gonna read to me?" Erik teased him, sliding his cock against Reuben's opening. Up and down, up and down. Reuben mewled when Erik aligned his prick with his aching hole, applying gentle pressure and not yet entering.

"You're cruel!" Reuben curled up his toes and clenched his hands into fists. His insides melted with each light push, ready to take it.

"Why? I am giving you a choice here." A hoarse moan escaped Erik's lips as he pressed forward.

"A... ah! But I can't do it..." Reuben writhed again. He was excited beyond reason. It felt as if his blood was going to boil any second.

"Then you can't offer me anything more than your sweet hole." Erik's voice became raspy as he pushed his cock in.

It was so different to the hurried couplings Reuben had experienced in the past. His partner didn't have to struggle to pin him down, so he could focus on fucking him well.

Even though Erik's words made him embarrassed, the way he said them seemed tender, and it was the only thing keeping Reuben from feeling worthless. The fact that he even had these sorts of needs always haunted him. And no one had ever called him sweet, pretty or handsome, even. But then again, he was never this clean. This well
groomed.

When that slick, long cock filled him, stretching his muscles, he could barely keep from coming then and there.

"Oh, yesss." Erik let out a hiss, slowly running his fingers up Reuben's sides. "That's how I like my horses. Hot. Submissive. And tight." He punctuated every word by pushing his cock in over and over. Reuben could feel the ridge of the head, recognized each pulsating vein as the prick drove in deep, reducing him to a quivering puddle of flesh.

He pressed his face into the padding as his groans filled the room. It only took Erik's dirty words for him to come into the rubbery sheath below. He choked on the scream that threatened to tear out of him and bit into his bottom lip, completely shaken.

"Yes... you perverted pony!" Erik dug his fingers hard into Reuben's flesh with a shaky laugh, his thrusts becoming deeper.

Reuben's hole throbbed around the fleshy hardness as it rammed into him in a merciless rhythm. He closed his eyes, savoring the mind-blowing pleasure. "It's not my... fault!" Now that he'd spilled, the thrusts became slightly uncomfortable, yet he still enjoyed the coupling: the feeling of a thick, hot, prick delving into him time after time, and Erik's tongue drawing incoherent patterns over his back.