Reuben smiled, and he knew the darkness would hide it. Erik didn’t need to ask, he owned Reuben, but it was nice to hear the question anyway. “No.”
“Thank gods for that.” Erik nipped at Reuben’s lip before withdrawing and shifting his body in the confined space. He seemed to have turned to face Reuben’s feet. “I can’t wait.”
“I was surprised you kept it buttoned up for so long.” Reuben laughed and arched up to find Erik’s cock with his lips.
“You were mating.” Erik groaned, straddling Reuben’s head. The leather of his pants was lowered and stopped at the tops of Erik’s boots, so after a short struggle, the stretched fabric served as a pillow for Reuben, and the prick slapped against Reuben’s cheek, wonderful and smelling of leather.. “Didn’t want to... ah, disturb you two.”
Reuben leaned in with a low moan. He would recognize the scent of Erik’s arousal if he were woken up in the middle of the night. He was mildly surprised when Erik leaned down, his body cat-like, and took Reuben’s cock in his hand.
“Keep it up, Copper.”
Reuben moaned into the cock and sucked on the tip, licking the sensitive skin just beneath the head.
“Yes.” Erik’s warm breath danced over Reuben’s prick, but instead of taking it in his mouth, he bowed down further to lap at Reuben’s sack, making his toes curl. After the last round with Coal, the tail had been slid into him, and it could just be Reuben’s imagination, but Reuben was certain he could feel the heat of Coal’s come inside of him. It was almost like having two men all over him at once. He arched his hips and sucked with more vigor. In comparison to mating with Coal, when there had been four spectators in the room, this encounter in the darkness felt intimate.
Erik moved his hips impatiently, pushing deeper into Reuben’s waiting mouth, and with a low growl he took in one of Reuben’s balls, gently sucking. It was so good that all Reuben could do was moan and pay for the pleasure by sucking harder. He knew it wouldn’t last long, as they had been both excited already. Waiting made the pleasure of Erik’s care even greater, and he practically lost it when his master finally swallowed him up to the hilt, tightening his throat around the head of Reuben’s cock. He tried to reciprocate with the same skill and worked his mouth in the best way he knew, but he still came first, with a prolonged grunt and a tremble in his legs. He knew Erik swallowed it all, fucking Reuben’s mouth with an urgency of a man at the pinnacle of excitement. His cock was salty, but also smooth and comforting as it slid between Reuben’s lips over and over again. Being so spent, Reuben relaxed his mouth and left it available for Erik to do as he wished. All he wanted to do was please him, especially now, after his master took care of his needs so well. Erik clutched at him, his cheek pressed against Reuben’s cock as his thrusts became frantic and hurried. Reuben already knew the signs and did everything he could to make his master feel welcome as he finally released in his mouth with a muffled cry. It didn’t seem like he cared that they were in the middle of a vast city.
In the heat after sex, Reuben lay in the hay and sucked on the softening cock, pulling on the loose skin, kissing the head. Oh, how he wanted to show his affection in ways that Erik could understand. Erik let him play for a moment more before slowly withdrawing to lie next to Reuben.
“You’ve learned to suck well,” he whispered, pressing his lips against Reuben’s come-stained mouth. He was still breathless from his orgasm, and it was enough to make pride swell in Reuben’s chest.
Reuben leaned into his body, greedy for hugs and caresses. He was so happy to hear that he had done well!
Erik chuckled into his ear, nibbling it as he held Reuben in a loving embrace. Only wooden walls separated them from the crowds of London’s streets, but the confined darkness felt even more intimate than the peace of Erik’s bedroom.
“How was the breeding, darling? You think we’ll have a lovely foal from this?”
Reuben wasn’t sure what Erik expected to hear. “Uhm, I suppose. Two well bred horses after all,” he repeated Alexander’s words.
Erik sighed in the darkness and petted Reuben’s side. “It seemed to me you rather enjoyed being Coal’s mare.” The question hung in the air, and Reuben wasn’t sure he wanted to answer it.
“Um, I... it’s because...” His hard-on didn’t lie. Reuben had been on the verge of orgasm before Coal even pushed in for the first time. Erik’s kiss was gentle, as if he wanted to soothe Reuben’s fears and hold him in the hay. It felt strangely domestic.
“You...” Reuben swallowed, already hot and nervous. “There is this... spot in me. Inside. That I never knew I had, and you sort of found it. I do get horny when I think of being touched there,” he muttered.
Erik was silent for a moment, but then his mouth was on Reuben’s again, soft and gentle. “Every man has that spot inside them. You just didn’t know it before I took your virginity.” It was a low whisper that somehow managed to stir Reuben’s emotions like a whirlwind.
The words rolled off Erik’s tongue so easily, as if taking the non-existent virginity was a good thing, whereas he had mixed feelings about how it happened. It had been exciting as hell, but left him petrified. He had been kidnapped to an unknown place, fucked and imprisoned by a man who could kill him on a whim. Still, even that first time with Erik, with all that violence, had been better than the drunk rape-fucks he’d endured before. He was no virgin, yet no one before Erik hit that spot so perfectly.
“I’m not sure, Master, I think there’s something wrong with me,” Reuben barely held back a sob. He couldn’t even explain why he was so emotional. Erik leaned even closer to him, stroking his fingers down Reuben’s cheek.
“Why would you say that, Copper?”
“It’s... Master? Could we please not talk about it?” He put his head under Erik’s chin. The other man hugged him close, and Reuben could hear the hurried beat of his pulse.
“All you need to know is that you’re my great joy, Copper. You can tell me anything.”
How could he possibly explain he enjoyed being bound and kept in control? And fucked. It didn’t even make sense to him! Normal men Reuben knew regarded such things to be filthy and perverted. Boys were always taught to fend for themselves and stay away from those who would take advantage of their youth.
Erik stroked his head and remained silent. It was hard to tell whether he wanted to force an answer out of Reuben by not filling the silence, or that he simply respected Reuben’s wish to end the conversation. Reuben preferred to believe it was the latter.
“I suppose I don’t hate it. Just like I promised. And I never had anyone I was close to,” Reuben confessed in the end. It seemed easier in the darkness.
“You feel close to me?” Erik asked after a pause.
Reuben swallowed. Was that too much to say? What would Erik think of that? For him, Reuben was probably just property. “We’ve been through some intense things together.”
“Yes, that we have,” Erik whispered against Reuben’s cheek. “And I love your company, Copper. I really do.”
Reuben couldn’t suppress a sigh as his throat clenched. “You just like horses.”
“I like you more than other horses.”
Reuben’s heart pounded, even though he tried to remain calm and collected. “How come?”
Erik pressed a kiss to the side of Reuben’s nose. “You’re so sweet and gentle. A true gem.”
“I’m weak.” That was probably why he liked men so much: he wasn’t powerful enough himself.
Erik actually chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous, you pull my cart for two hours and produce energy for my house. Of course you aren’t weak.”
“Then why am I not like Chestnut? Why don’t I do something?” he blurted out in a sour tone but was afraid he had said too much the moment it came out. The tension in Erik’s body was like a knife to Reuben’s ribs. He drew away from Reuben, as if even touching him could bring back painful memories.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
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nbsp; “Maybe I don’t care much for power.” Reuben instantly followed with his body, wanting to be close to Erik again. Skin against skin.
Erik didn’t answer, but he didn’t flinch away either, remaining against the wooden side of the wagon.
Reuben rubbed his cheek against Erik’s chest. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? You’re just an honest horse.” Erik let out a long breath, loud in the hollow silence of the carriage.
“I shouldn’t have mentioned Chestnut.”
“You probably shouldn’t. He was a very bad horse. You’re nothing like him.” The anger was clear in Erik’s voice, and he wouldn’t hug Reuben again.
A kiss to his master’s lips was all Reuben could think of, and this time Erik’s arms slid around him, pressing their bodies close.
“I know you would never hurt a fly. And you enjoy our coupling and conversations. You’re so different from Chestnut.”
“I do like to know that you come to me at the end of each day.”
Erik’s breath felt good on Reuben’s skin. Hurried, slightly ragged, it felt like a caress.
“I think we should sleep off the excitement, don’t you?” Erik proposed, burying his head in Reuben’s neck.
“It has been a long day,” Reuben agreed and closed his eyes with a smile.
Chapter 7
Erik’s hands worked wonders with their practiced, delicate movements as he weaved Reuben’s mane into tiny elegant braids. He murmured a strange, soft tune Reuben could not identify—homely and exotic at the same time. They were in Reuben’s stall, sitting in the hay. He was bound in the usual way, and Erik only had his breeches on. It was hard to imagine things could be any better. He had a full stomach, a warm place to sleep, he was cared for and clean.
Reuben knew everything would be better if he could only tell Jack how he really felt about serving Erik, and maybe that time was coming, since he hated lying to someone as honest and sweet.
After he and Erik had returned from the breeding, Reuben had to tell Jack something and ended up vaguely complaining about his day. It just rolled off his tongue. How shameful would it be to admit he enjoyed getting fucked on his master’s command?
He felt like he was betraying Erik and the bond they’d forged during Reuben’s time in this house, but he just couldn’t help himself. He was nothing like the honest horse Erik praised.
Reuben leaned his head and closed his eyes. All he wanted now was sleep.
“Good? Your mane will be wavy tomorrow,” Erik told him, adding a kiss to Reuben’s temple.
“Will you visit me in the morning, master?”
Erik gently tugged on Reuben’s hair to make him look back. “Would you like that?”
“It’s nice to spill before work,” Reuben answered after a moment of hesitation and gently bit on Erik’s chin.
Erik blinked, his eyes going wide, but in the end he just laughed, hugging Reuben closer. “I get the impression any time of day would be a perfect time for spilling with you.”
“I will be hard at work later, so don’t dare disturb me,” Reuben teased, enjoying the closeness.
Erik’s strange eyes warmed up to him more often every single day, as if their time together was enough to melt the ice Reuben used to see there. “You speak as if you were the master and not I.”
Reuben kissed his chin with a smile. “Then I suppose the decision will be up to you in the end.”
Erik’s touch was calming and warm, like sun on his skin.
“You know what I’ll decide.”
“To come to me often?”
“Mhmm.” Erik leaned down to kiss his mouth, closing his arms around Reuben’s shoulders.
“I was thinking—Coal had those big hooves on his legs. Will I get a pair like that?”
“Of course. Did you like them?” Erik slid his hand down Reuben’s thigh.
“He looked so big in them.” Reuben congratulated himself on dodging the question.
“And you too will have those massive hooves and long, endless legs.” Erik nipped Reuben’s ear, squeezing his calf with a sigh.
Reuben laughed. “You won’t even be able to reach my face.”
“What about your tail, Copper?” his master asked innocently.
“What about it?”
“What if I can’t reach it?” Erik made a sad face that never failed to make Reuben snort.
“You’re not that short.”
“I need to reach it with my prick,” Erik said, and it left Reuben speechless so he just cuddled closer.
“You’d have to bend over, my darling.” Erik finished the last braid and just tightened his embrace around Reuben.
“If Master commands...”
“But you like my commands, Copper.” That wasn’t even a question. Erik turned Reuben’s face towards him, the two-colored eyes searching for answers.
“I do as I’m told,” Reuben whispered, watching Erik swallow.
“Yes, that you do,” he agreed, still holding on to Reuben’s gaze. Erik slowly pushed Reuben forward and got up to his feet. “I am getting tired.”
“Goodnight, Master.” Reuben smiled at him and dropped to the hay.
Erik returned the smile, clearly unsure whether to stay or go, but he eventually moved towards the door. “Remind Jack to tuck you in. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
Reuben nodded. He couldn’t wait for that soft blanket. He must have dozed off after Erik left the room because the moment someone touched him, he believed that it was his master returning to his side to sleep next to him or pet him some more. But it was only Jack. The tense look on his face was enough to make Reuben sober.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re going,” Jack whispered, reaching down to release Reuben’s hands. He was slightly pale, but every move he made was swift and efficient.
“Where?” Reuben was still not fully awake but rose to his feet, afraid that something bad had happened, and that they needed to act fast.
Jack bit his lip. “I’m rescuing you. I have some money saved up, we’ll find someplace to hide.” His eyes were desperate when he grabbed Reuben’s arms.
What have I done? Reuben stared at him, feeling as if there were a cold stone lodged in his stomach. “I... um... Jack, what if he finds out? Are you sure?” he whispered as they crept out of the stables. Jack gave him a pair of pants so that they wouldn’t gather that much attention in the street, but other than that Reuben was naked when they left the stable.
“Quiet!” Jack’s mouth twitched when he scanned the corridor to see whether they could cross it safely.
Reuben too could barely breathe, for different reasons altogether. He had to do something! Something! Jack was also barefoot so their steps were soundless as they swiftly rushed along the corridors. Reuben couldn’t believe this was happening. Would he really follow Jack like a sheep, out of the house that changed his life? He couldn’t just tell him the truth now, could he? His muscles were so stiff they barely moved as he and Jack walked in the shadowy corridors, careful not to step on any of the squeaking panels. Jack was hurrying, as if he had practiced the route many times, and they were getting further away from the stable, closer to where Erik kept all his carts. The closer they were to freedom, the more stunned Reuben felt. The boy had good intentions, so the guilt was too heavy when Reuben decided to act. He needed to alarm everyone and give them enough time to rush downstairs and stop him from leaving. His eyes frantically scanned the corridor and he reached the first object that could cause a lot of noise. He smashed a Chinese vase into a million pieces.
The sound carried along the walls, echoing like a needle dropped in a tomb. Jack stiffened, his wide eyes turned to Reuben, but it was too late to run when footsteps thundered down the stairs.
“What happened?” shouted a high-pitched voice. Lady Victoria.
When Reuben looked up at Jack, the boy was a statue made out of fear.
Reuben looked around, wide eyed, and held on to a wooden ledge, trying to get up
as slowly as possible. He was bleeding, cut by the vase, but adrenaline numbed all pain.
“What’s going on here?”
The moment Reuben saw John, the massive footman, appearing from behind the nearby corridor with Lady Victoria, he knew he would stay where he was. Those thick arms would never allow Jack to take Reuben away.
“I... we were going for a walk,” Jack stuttered as he pressed his back against the wall.
“Since when is the horse allowed to go out at night?” Lady Victoria watched them both as Reuben slowly got to his feet.
“It’s not like that,” he muttered.
“How is it then?”
Reuben froze when he heard Hans’s voice and felt those big, brutal hands on his arms. He didn’t even try to resist, but the way Jack’s face twisted when John pulled his arms back made Reuben flinch. The boy didn’t deserve this kind of treatment for trying to help what he considered a mistreated pet.
Lady Victoria rushed toward the grand staircase. “I’ll get the master!”
Reuben’s throat was so tight he could barely utter a word. “I’m sorry, Jack,” he said, his heart trembling in his chest. This whole idea was too unexpected, happened too fast. Maybe if he’d had time to talk to Jack, to explain what was going on in his head, things would have been different.
“You ungrateful swine!” John pushed Jack’s tense body toward the wall. He didn’t even have to force him. Jack followed wherever he was tugged, his own body frozen in terror.
Reuben didn’t even notice when his own teeth started clattering. What on earth had possessed him to lie to Jack when Erik had been such a good master recently? For once he agreed with Hans, who kept calling Reuben scum.
Reuben wanted to disappear just so he could avoid looking into Erik’s eyes. He was afraid of the punishment that was bound to happen, but the thought of seeing disappointment on Erik’s face was much worse. His mind blanked when Hans threw him to the floor and stood over him with his massive arms folded on his chest. “Your time has come.”
“I can explain to Erik,” Reuben pleaded, but he didn’t dare to look up.
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