The Copper Horse #1 Fear (27 page)

Jack blinked, surprise written all over his face. "That is a lot, Copper!" The boy put the bowls on the log in front of Reuben where he could easily reach them.

"Is it? Did I do better than other horses?" Reuben asked, bowing his head to drink from the bowl. The water felt so soothing in his mouth that he sighed with appreciation.

"And it is only your first day!" Jack petted Reuben's head like he really was a pony. Erik's mindset seemed to be contagious. "The master will reward you, I'm sure."

"I'm sure, too." That comment made them both look back at the house, and Reuben frowned, noticing two men on one of the benches. One of them was Ollie, who flashed them an unpleasant grin. "He'll be back with lots of spunk."

"Oh, come on, don't tease the pony!" The second man shook his head with a laugh, taking a drag on his pipe. Reuben was sure he'd seen him before, but it took him a moment to realize it was the servant who'd gotten him a pair of trousers and a shirt on his first day here.
What was his name... Thomas?

"Why are you always so mean to him?" Jack pouted, suddenly looking much smaller.

"Maybe I could be nica' if you decided to be nica' to me for once." Ollie wiggled his eyebrows and chewed on a roasted chicken leg. His tone was suggestive enough for Reuben to understand what kind of 'niceness' he meant.

Being naked in front of them also started taking its toll on Reuben, and he felt a flush creeping up his neck. Without Erik around to protect him, he felt vulnerable. "Filthy bastard," he spat. "Pick on someone your own size. Or are you not man enough?"

Thomas smiled at Reuben and whistled.

"W... thank you, Copper," Jack stuttered, his cheeks a dark pink.

"Come on, don't be a pussy!" Ollie leered at the young groom. He put a naked chicken bone back on a metal plate in his lap.

Thomas just sat there shirtless, smoking the pipe with the calm of someone who was used to such of displays. His gaze slid along Reuben's sweaty body in a way that suddenly felt far from comfortable. "I was thinking, Copper... Since you're stuck here anyway, maybe I could teach you something Master Erik would really like—" He didn't get to finish, as this time it was Ollie's turn to laugh.

"Nice try!"

"I'm just saying! It's good to have the master like you." Thomas pouted and Reuben gave him a glance of confusion.

Jack licked his lips, looking straight at Thomas. "What do you mean? The master adores Copper!"

"As far as I know, Copper's not very experienced with men."

Reuben looked at Thomas, but his toes curled in the dirt at the raw lust he saw in his eyes. He was now regretting he didn't have the bit in his mouth, as he had no idea how to respond to "Wha—" Jack's eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his skull. "Thomas, how can you breach our master's trust like that? He would not appreciate you trying to coerce his pony into sexual favors."

"It's not like 'e would notice anyway." Ollie lazily got up from the bench with a loud snort. He walked in Reuben's direction.

Thomas frowned at Jack. "I'm only suggesting! It's up to Copper to decide."

"I'm fine, thanks." Reuben felt his stomach retreat toward his spine with each of Ollie's steps. He tried to back away, even though he knew it was a futile attempt. Each and every muscle in his body tensed when he felt Ollie embracing him from behind. Without any shame or decency, he pressed his crotch right into Reuben's naked buttocks, his hand covering his Reuben's cock and giving it a squeeze.

"Wonder what you want to teach 'im, Tom? 'ow to smile while bendin' ova'?"

Reuben thrust his hips forward in panic, clenching his hands into fists, though he knew it was useless. "Get the
fuck
away from my ass!" he growled. Having his cock touched didn't help either, and his whole body went rigid.

"No! You're so crude!" Thomas' words would have sounded like a defense if it hadn't been for the laugh that followed. "I'd show him some tricks with the throat, so he wouldn't have to bend over." He winked at Reuben as if it really was a selfless offer.

"I don't need that kind of help." Reuben's embarrassment reached its peak.

"Yeah? You don't mind?" Thomas tilted his head.

"That's not what I said!"

"For God's sake, get away from him!" Jack pulled Ollie back with all his weight. The man grunted, grabbing the boy to effortlessly throw his slim body over his arm.

Jack cried out in shock as Ollie smacked his buttocks.

"Loosen up that ass, let someone in and ya'll feel betta'!"

Witnessing his groom's violent struggle, Reuben tugged at his restraints in anger. It was the first time today that he regretted being tied down. "Don't you have any fuckin' work to do?"

"Let me go! Let me go!" cried Jack, thrashing around and hammering his fists into Ollie's back.

The molester groaned and rolled him down onto the grass. "I'm on break," he told Reuben.

Thomas just couldn't stop cackling. "God, Ollie, you're such a prick!"

Reuben wasn't quite convinced he meant it, but Ollie's face suddenly became serious as he stared straight into the sky over London. "What the fuck..."

Reuben strained his neck but managed to glance that way. There was a grayish cloud above the highest buildings of London, nothing like the usual smog hanging over the city like a black dragon waiting to devour it.

Thomas got to his feet as well. "I've heard about this! There was supposed to be some sort of gathering today. Gregorovich giving a speech or something..."

"Who?" Jack crawled to Reuben's feet, as if he offered some kind of protection from Ollie.

"He's this Russian guy, wants to start a new war. World's not perfect, but come on! Who wants to go out there and fight zombies for no reason?" Thomas scowled.

"Oh! I know!" Reuben's memory kicked in all of a sudden. "I remember something about him. People say he works with anarchists."

"That's fuckin' smoke!" Ollie spat on the ground, a deep frown across his forehead. "What are they doin'?"

"Gunpowder?" Jack murmured in a small voice, practically hugging Reuben's leg. That was awkward, because now his head was inches away from Reuben's prick.

"Well it does happen nowadays." Thomas shook his head. "Let's go and find out." He dashed toward the house and Ollie followed him without another word.

As soon as they were gone, Jack crawled away from Reuben with a sigh of relief. "I fucking hate those dickheads!"

"It's like they only think with their cocks." Reuben scowled.

"Exactly! I never know what they will do!" Jack cast his eyes down, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"Would Erik punish them for touching me?" Reuben tried to avoid the boy's eyes.

"He would." Jack got back on his feet, all fidgety. "I'm sorry for being so useless..."

Reuben shook his head. "Nah, no worries, I'm no whiny baby."

Jack moaned. "But I am supposed to care for your comfort and I keep failing!"

He was such a kid, Reuben wanted to pat him on the head. "Then give me my apples. I'm starving."

"Yes, sorry!" Jack ran over to him and put the fruit bowl even closer to him on the log.

Reuben decided it was best to forget the deviant servants and take his food while it was fresh. The smoke didn't scare him that much. After all, he didn't live in London anymore.

Chapter 13

Jack fed him two more times and kept chatting to him, and even though Reuben could not answer, he appreciated the effort though. The boy had been instructed to remove the bit for feeding time only, and maybe it wasn't all that bad. At least Reuben could focus on the job. To his disappointment, however, the longer he worked, the slower the indicator was moving. He wasn't sure if he just wasn't as fast as in the beginning or if it was actually getting harder. Whatever the reason, Reuben began huffing, trying to catch as much breath as possible through his nose. Even the sun he'd enjoyed at first turned into an enemy.

A sudden bang caught his attention, but at this point he was facing away from the house and found it hard to turn around to see what was going on. He looked to Jack for information but didn't stop pushing the log he was fastened to. He was surprised to see the boy gone, but then, familiar, soft skinned hands slowly glided down his sweaty back. Excitement rushed through his veins like it had been switched on with a lever, but he decided not to show it and slowly stopped the treadmill. His breath came in hoarse gasps as he anticipated his master's next move. He looked to the gauge in hope it would be enough to get his master proud. 67% seemed like a good number.

"Good afternoon, Copper. Did you miss me?" Erik's voice was smooth as silk. He kissed the nape of Reuben's neck before tracing his tongue down his back, his mouth tantalizingly cool on the sunburned skin.

Only now Reuben realized how tired he was when his chest still heaved in heavy breaths. In a way, it felt good, exhilarating. He had accomplished something useful, and now Erik would pet him as reward.

"I see you did an excellent job." He left him only to pull on a lever below the gauge. "I'm so proud of you,"

Reuben gulped, tensing his muscles and trying to look back at him, but immobilized as he was, he barely managed to turn his head enough to see his hand. A muffled moan escaped his lips when he felt Erik's body pressing close to his, his already stiff cock rubbing against Reuben's bottom.

"Remember what I committed to do?" His master's voice was thick with lust, gooey and sweet like the honey Reuben kept getting for breakfast.

He tried to utter the word 'prize' through the bit. His buttocks instinctively tensed up at the touch, excitement already trailing to his prick. The restraints relaxed him, left him waiting helpless for whatever Erik would serve up. What he got was a pair of slicked fingers sliding against his tender hole, right after the tail fastened on the belt above his ass was shifted to the side. The promise of more made him wheeze, but shame hit him right on the cheeks when he realized his anus was actually pulsing with excitement. His body was asking for it, eager to take the cock in. The fingers went in without meeting any resistance whatsoever and aimed straight for the sweet spot inside.

A long, nasal moan left his lips, and when he laid his weight on the log, he almost felt like flying. He knew there was a place inside of him that made his cock instantly spring up with excitement, but it was like trying to catch a shadow on the wall, and he never really understood how to find it, or if it was even normal. Was it that spot inside that made him perverted?

Before Erik, it had only been touched randomly, and even then, it was often far from pleasant, given the brutality of the fucking. Erik, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was aiming for, because his fingers petted the sweet spot deliberately and his soft mouth caressed Reuben's arms.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, my stallion."

A drop of precome slid down Reuben's stiff cock as he writhed in the bonds, keen to meet his master's knuckles. He almost felt like crying. No one was ever this good to him. It didn't even matter that Erik was doing it all for his own pleasure, because it still meant he received more than ever. It was overwhelming.

Erik seemed to know exactly what it was that Reuben wanted to hear. He wanted to be 'fucked hard', and with the bit between his lips, he didn't even have to think of any snide remark. It was bliss. Those fingers twisting inside of him, drilling deep enough to hit the spot that made his knees go weak. He half-wondered if it would feel this good if he were a different kind of man, but Erik gave him no time to think about that possibility, as his fingers retreated, immediately replaced by a thick crown. It pushed right into him, knocking the air out of Reuben's lungs.

"Oh, God!" he uttered through the bit with a lisp, drool trailing down his chin. He arched his back and spread his thighs, eager for more. His cock was aching for touch by now. With Reuben secured in place, Erik could easily focus on making them both feel incredible.

"You're so hot, Copper!" Erik fisted Reuben's mane, pushing in even deeper until his whole cock was embedded inside. "I've dreamed about it all day!"

Reuben was barely catching air, writhing with his hips on the cock so stiff it felt like a piece of wood. On the other hand, of course it didn't. It was alive, hot and pulsating with life. Most of all, though, it was a part of his master's body. It felt so good when he retreated halfway just to slam the entire length back in, the impact so powerful that Reuben stood up on his toes.

He already knew from experience that Erik had a lot of stamina and could go on like this for quite a while. A few drops of sweat trailed down Reuben's chest as his ass followed the cock he already missed.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Erik entered him with another powerful thrust, face buried in Reuben's hair.

It was an instant reminder that he shouldn't show it as much, and he instantly tensed up with embarrassment. Erik's perverted nature didn't make Reuben's own any less condemnable, and he knew he shouldn't reveal his shameful secrets. It was hard not to bare your soul in a situation as intense as this.