Pride (The Copper Horse book 2) (gay erotic romance pony play BDSM)

by K. A. Merikan

  Reuben whimpered, unable to keep his hips in place at the oh-so-wonderful jabs of Coal’s tongue. Maybe that had been the stallion’s goal in the first place? Lick Reuben up, so he could have another go at his ass? Reuben surely didn’t mind. God, how he loved that cock. He would mate with Coal anytime Erik wanted.

  “Cornelia, would you please bring in our dinner?” Alexander shouted.

  “What are we having?” Erik asked, still gently petting Reuben, but leaving his own erection untouched, straining the front of his leather pants.

  “Horse stew.”

  Reuben opened his eyes wide, staring up at his master, dumbstruck. Coal didn’t seem much bothered though, still licking between Reuben’s buttocks in lazy, satisfied moves. Maybe cannibalism was just another depravity Reuben was to be acquainted with.

  “Oh, a themed party!” Erik let out a low laugh. “I like those. Should I have dressed up?”

  “Don’t worry. After all, we have horses and equine-themed porcelain. I think that’s enough. I thought it would be nice to eat here, without leaving our treasures on their own.”

  Reuben heard the clang of chains again, and Coal’s head was pulled away.

  “That’s enough, Coal.”

  The stallion whined, but Reuben’s attention was on Erik, who slowly sank to his knees in front of Reuben. His gaze was so tender it could melt anyone’s heart.

  “Do you need to spill, or can you wait?”

  He would have liked to say he could, but the need was so visceral, boiling his blood and commanding his body from his scalp to the tips of his fingernails. Reuben let out a pleading whimper.

  “Oh my, you’re adorable.” Erik let out a quiet chuckle and moved away, much to Reuben’s distress.

  “You are quite permissive,” commented Alexander, but the rest of his words drowned in the moan Reuben choked out as he felt Erik’s oily fingers curl around his cock. It took only a few energetic strokes for him to come with yet another hoarse groan. He could relax, supported by the padded piece of furniture designed to keep him in place. As he panted and heaved, he appreciated it even more than before. His muscles went limp, and his mind followed, disintegrating into emptiness.

  He was jerked awake by a gentle touch on his neck. He must have dozed off. Coal smiled at him, his black eyes glistening as he leaned closer once more to capture Reuben’s lips. None of them was wearing a bit now. Reuben blinked, surprised to be kissed by anyone other than Erik. It didn’t stop him from kissing back though. Coal wasn’t even half as aggressive as he had been before, and Reuben gave in to the gentle pull of teeth on his bottom lip.

  “They’re so beautiful,” Alexander sighed. He and Erik were sitting at a tiny iron table, eating their dinner as if they weren’t in a stable but a proper dining room, with all the finery in place.

  “I love how Coal approached him earlier. So lovely.”

  “He did wait a week to meet his mare.” Alexander smiled raised his wine glass to Erik. “To a foal as beautiful as these two.”

  Only now Reuben realized there was a feeder between him and Coal. Fortunately it didn’t contain horse stew but pieces of fruit mixed with cream, so it was quite easy to eat.

  “It’s time for you pony boys to eat,” insisted Erik, calmly eating his stew, much to Reuben’s dismay. “There will be plenty of time for playing later.”

  Coal winked at Reuben before digging in without a word. Being a cultured horse, he stuck to one side of the feeder instead of just occupying the middle of the bowl.

  Even Reuben’s blinders were off, so he was free to look around, but he focused on the fruit, eating away and brushing the side of his head against Coal from time to time. He was impressed by how gracefully the man moved in those ankle-breaking hooves. Watching him do so well, Reuben grew anxious about getting a proper pair. He knew for a fact Erik would be delighted to fuck him in those. As Coal reciprocated the tender gestures, Reuben felt even more at ease and didn’t flinch even when he felt someone apply a generous amount of oil to his anus. He was a horse after all. It was a surprise that there was someone more in the room, but at this point he just couldn’t care less.

  “If you lived in London, it would be so much easier to arrange those meetings.” Alexander sighed and took a sip of his wine.

  Erik chuckled. “Well, thank you, but Bylondon offers me opportunities I cannot leave behind without heartache. You, on the other hand, should come over. We could race in Bylondon.”

  “Ah, that is one thing I would love to be doing. Going out to the street with a horse is impossible. But I have houses here, and other business. You know, the Humanists have a whole bunch of people lobbying to take down the morality laws.” He looked back at Erik before eating more stew.

  “Which ones?” Erik laughed with his mouth full. “Haven’t heard anything about pets. I assume they want to let women wear less clothes.”

  “No, no! I know for a fact they want to take down the death penalty, or all penalties for that matter. That law is so outdated anyway. Changes will probably be a matter of weeks when Gregorovich reaches power.”

  Erik snorted. “I don’t believe in freedom for all. The modern world has been built on slavery.”

  Reuben looked to his master with furrowed eyebrows. Everything was so easy for Erik, but only because of his privileged position.

  Alexander took his time before answering, clearly pondering what to say. “Well, I suppose it’s about compromises. There comes a time to choose sides. And to be honest, I don’t want to be on the losing side when war comes knocking at my door.” His face sobered. “I don’t believe in equality, but freedom? Why not? A wise man has to change with the times if he doesn’t want to be left behind in the dirt.”

  With a shake of his head, Erik replied, “Do you honestly think the starving workers who die in the Old Nicol are free men?” He had a sip of wine and arched one finely muscled leg.

  “They are free, but they are not free at the same time. They may leave their job, but they can’t if they don’t want to starve. Do you see the point I’m making? Those changes will remain on paper. I don’t believe much will change with the new government anyway, so it seems pointless to fight against it.”

  “Gregorovich is forging reality just like I forge documents,” Erik said, watching his wine move in the glass as he spun it lightly in his hand. “I can respect the skill, but I still find it distasteful.”

  “Just think about it, though. There would be no punishment for doing what we do. That would surely change attitudes with time. And if a war on the undead, you know, a really small war, just around the city walls, released more space for people to live, I don’t see what could be wrong with that.” He smiled at Erik and pushed away his empty plate.

  “I’m a Dal. It is doubtful he’d let me live, and I have my household to protect, too.” Erik leaned back in his chair, casting a slow glance toward Reuben.

  “How long are you planning to keep your new gem?” Alexander asked, and Reuben’s heart plummeted through the floor. These were the last words he wanted to hear. “You’re probably going to show him off at your birthday party?”

  “Of course I’m presenting him! He’s the best horse I’ve had in a very long time.” Erik shrugged, leaving the first question unanswered.

  “He is very compliant. You must enjoy that. Though, I see he must have misbehaved lately?” Alexander raised his eyebrows with a smirk and pointed to the bruises on Reuben’s buttocks.

  “It was my mistake,” Erik said sincerely and gave Reuben a soft smile. “He’s a lovely pony.”

  Reuben smiled back from above an empty bowl of fruit, but Coal distracted him by leaning in to lick cream off his face.

  “Aw, they’re so sweet!” Alexander gasped. “You know I like my stallions a bit unruly, and Coal is doing well. He’s staying with me until March.”

  “Won’t you miss him?” Erik’s eyes narrowed.

  Reuben tried to read Coal’s expression, surprised at the exact time frame mentioned by th
eir host, but the other horse seemed unmoved and licked Reuben’s chin with a smile. He didn’t pay much attention to the conversation of their owners.

  “I can’t keep him here forever.” Alexander reached out and stroked Coal’s thigh. “I get what I want, and he gets his prize at the end.”

  “And that is the problem with your arrangement.” Erik pointed a finger at Alexander. “I can keep Copper as long as I please. He’d never desert me just to get his prize.”

  Coal stopped licking Reuben and gave him a questioning look, but Reuben just gazed down into the empty bowl. So there was no equality in the horse world. Coal was some sort of renter, whereas he was a slave with no say. Not that he’d want to leave Erik, but the concept was nice.

  “Because there is no prize?” Alexander’s tone was polite like before, but the question was obviously an attempt to annoy Erik.

  “Because he’s mine.”

  Reuben’s heart skipped a beat at those words. Never in his life had he felt so wanted.

  Alexander laughed and shook his head. “You would have loved it in ancient Rome.”

  Coal nuzzled Reuben’s temple, and after a moment of hesitation Reuben finally returned the gesture, rubbing their cheeks against each other. He did start to wonder when he was going to be unstrapped.

  “You, on the other hand, wouldn’t. It would be disgraceful to be fucked by someone of lower social standing.” Erik said, seemingly eager to pay Alexander back for the earlier insolence.

  Alexander pursed his lips. “It’s good that we live in the now then, and I can get fucked by whomever I want.”

  “True. Let’s keep it that way. Keep the status quo.” Erik leaned forward with a small smile. “You cannot know what the new people up there will really do to you.”

  “A drink to the status quo, then,” Alexander nodded and raised his glass as a servant started clearing their empty plates.

  “To the status quo,” Erik touched his class to Alexander’s.

  Reuben bit his lip, unsure how to communicate that he needed to pee before they started anything.

  Coal whined, nuzzling his cheek again, clearly intent on maintaining his horse persona.

  Alexander finished his drink and stood up. “Good ponies, everything’s finished!” He ran his fingers through Coal’s black mane, and the stallion leaned in to the touch.

  “I believe Copper is ready for another round. Gods, save me the embarrassment of spilling into my clothes.” Erik shook his head.

  Reuben licked his lips, unsure whether he should ask for permission or not, but Erik went off to get the bit and halter, so his time was shrinking. Coal seemed to take the hint. He walked around Copper, taking his time to sniffle his skin all over.

  “Master...?” Reuben whispered when Erik approached him, but Erik narrowed his eyes and quickly moved to stuff the bit into Reuben’s mouth. He probably didn’t like his illusion being destroyed by human speech.

  “Bad pony!”

  Reuben sighed through his nose as all the other people in the room pretended not to hear him. He was about to pee and there was nothing he could do, with his thighs parted by straps and a pole holding his legs apart.

  “You be good, or I won’t let Coal breed you again,” warned Erik, and the said pony knocked his hoof on the floor in protest.

  Reuben couldn’t hold it in anymore and gave up with a long sigh through his nose. He hung his head down, unsure of what the consequence would be. Erik froze and then drew one long step back.

  The room became silent as a grave, the only sound that of piss hitting the floor in a thick, powerful stream. Reuben’s cheeks burned with so much heat it stung. At least there were only men in the room, but he still felt like an idiot. The fact that he didn’t feel very horse-like now made his embarrassment worse, because he didn’t mind all the fucking before. He didn’t want to spoil anyone’s fun or ruin such a nice stable.

  “Oh Copper...” Erik looked down at his boots, which glistened with a few tiny droplets.

  “Cornelia, clean it when he’s finished.” Alexander didn’t seem moved by what was happening at all.

  Reuben sighed as the last drops fell from the tip of his cock. At least he was physically relieved. He mumbled into the bit, afraid to look up at his master. But it wasn’t his fault! He couldn’t help it!

  Erik’s amused chuckle came as a surprise. “Oh my, Copper, you really are a pony, aren’t you? Utterly shameless!” He patted Reuben’s side just as Coal moved closer.

  Reuben forced himself to look up and whined. It did make some sense, but he didn’t think pissing all over the floor was something Erik would like.

  “I suppose that’s what we get for eating in a stable.” Alexander laughed and patted Reuben’s buttocks beneath the bruises.

  “I look forward to him repeating it in my garden,” Erik told him, gently scratching Reuben’s ear.

  Reuben relaxed against the breeding station again when he realized that Erik wasn’t angry.

  “No clean up needed,” Alexander said as a servant ducked to the floor under Reuben and quickly cleaned the piss with a cloth and bucket of water.

  As soon as she was away, Coal whined, pushing his hips against Reuben’s ass again, his cock already half hard. Erik smiled, moving to examine his efforts up close. He actually leaned down to watch them fuck from up close.

  “Ah ponies... they’re never tired of it.”

  Chapter 6

  Reuben was tired, but it was a pleasant kind of fatigue. The second time Coal and he mated, it was slower, not as desperate, but the sole girth of that stallion’s cock made him walk crooked when he and Erik travelled back to the carriage. Reuben was covered with a blanket to guard his body from the gentle drizzle. Erik’s hand was on his back, and Reuben felt glorious. He was tired, sure, but he’d loved the sex, especially that Erik hadn’t just used him for his own pleasure. It didn’t feel like that at all. Reuben might not have given consent, but the way Erik looked at him, the way he touched him made him think his master cared enough to stop if Reuben really needed it.

  He slowly crawled inside the box, his hands strapped to his thighs in the usual manner, and laid in the hay with a small smile. Erik was still chatting to Alexander, but Reuben didn’t mind. He knew all that awaited him at home was tender care and gratitude for an excellent show.

  Reuben felt a touch on his foot, and he slowly sat up to realize it was Coal, who had wandered off from his master. Neither of them could say anything because of the bits, but Reuben smiled and snorted in gratitude. Maybe it was even better that he couldn’t talk. The last thing he wanted was to be asked about being a slave. Coal smiled back, showing his white teeth clamped around the bit.

  Reuben moved closer to the edge of the carriage and put his head on Coal’s shoulder, savoring the companionship of someone whose life was so much like his own.

  “I think they’ll miss each other.” Erik appeared behind Coal and patted his shoulder.

  “You will have to bring him again. I can’t believe how agreeable he is. I loved every minute.” Alexander brushed his hand over Coal’s ass.

  Erik chuckled, crawling into the hay next to Reuben and gently pulling the mantle off him. “Just don’t over-exercise your stallion today.”

  “Nah, I think he’s spent for the day,” Alexander laughed and pulled Coal away.

  Reuben sighed and lay back down in the hay. The slight discomfort in his muscles reminded him of the sight ache that followed tough work or pulling Erik’s cart. Tired but satisfied.

  “We’ll see you at my birthday party.” Erik climbed into the carriage, stretched alongside Reuben, and began to casually unstrap his outfit.

  Reuben looked at him, surprised, but then Hans closed the back door, leaving them in darkness. Would Erik fuck him now? Maybe Reuben wasn’t hurting, but he was tired. But then again he hadn’t come after the second fuck, so he supposed it wouldn’t be a bad thing if they did it now. After that massive monster of a cock, his master’s wouldn’t be a strai
n. Not that Erik was tiny. Just not freakishly large.

  “Copper? Would you come here?” Erik’s voice was soft and inviting. From the movement of the air in the carriage, Reuben assumed Erik sought him in the dark.

  He let out a moan behind the bit and moved closer, trying to find his master. Erik’s hands found him and soon, Reuben was cradled against Erik’s bare chest, and the skilful, ink-scented fingers unstrapped the bridle.

  “Kiss me.”

  Reuben leaned against him, as they were hugged by the hay, and managed to find his master’s lips. Erik was the first man he’d ever kissed, and it still felt special. Even now, when he was so tired, Erik’s lips sliding against his, their tongues brushing against one another made him stir with excitement

  “Thoroughly fucked, aren’t you, Copper?” Erik gasped, using his free hand to shove his leathers down in exasperation. Reuben could hear the clanking of straps.

  “You seem happy, Master.”

  “You made me very happy, Copper. You always do.” Erik forced him on his back and lay down on top of Reuben’s body without ever breaking their connection. “Aren’t you?”

  “I’m tired.” He laughed, trying to avoid answering.

  Erik growled, grinding his hardening cock into Reuben’s belly. “I need you.”

  “Oh I can sense that.” He sucked on Erik’s lip and rocked his hips back and forth. In the tight cavity of the wagon, adrenaline was spiking quickly.

  “Yes, you haven’t finished either.” Erik cupped Reuben’s nape, bringing him closer for a bruising kiss. Their bodies rocked forward when the carriage moved.

  “No, the stallion’s moves... they were not...” Reuben couldn’t find the words to describe what happened. Consistent enough? Erik had this way of petting that spot inside of him to make him come. No other man had managed that.

  Erik’s breath hitched as he greedily stroked his clawed fingers down Reuben’s sides. “Not too tired for sucking?”