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

by K. A. Merikan

  “Shut your cocksucking mouth!” Hans kicked some hay straight in his face. Reuben and Jack must have accidentally brought it here on their clothes.

  That comment was exactly why Reuben was so ashamed to admit he liked to suck cock. It was considered an offense to even suggest someone liked it. He went silent.

  Jack remained motionless like a puppet. He hugged his knees to his chest, his eyes closed and knuckles whitening with each passing second. The sound of the door opening shot straight to Reuben’s trembling heart, and though he recognized the steps all too well, he didn’t dare look up. He saw Erik’s feet clad in beautiful velvet slippers as they stopped in front of him. The tension inside was unbearable.

  “How could you, Jack?” Erik’s voice was dull, devoid of any human emotion Reuben could recognize.

  “Please Master, it was my idea. He didn’t know any better!” That was the least Reuben could do. Jack didn’t deserve to be mistreated. His only fault was having a heart too soft for this place.

  Erik didn’t pay Reuben any attention. “After all I’ve done for you... I’ve freed you!” Jack just cowered against the wall, trembling like a frightened puppy. He didn’t even try to argue.

  “Master, I can explain!” Reuben butted in again, crawling closer to Erik’s shoes.

  “Lick your master’s feet, you ungrateful animal!” growled John, taking a step toward him.

  Reuben crawled closer and kissed one of the slippers. They were fresh-smelling, but Erik’s complete lack of response was much worse than a kick in the face.

  “What would you like me to do?” Hans asked, and Reuben stirred at the sound of cracking knuckles.

  As if finally noticing Reuben’s presence, Erik pulled his foot away and pressed it against Reuben’s shoulder, pushing him flat on his back.

  Reuben could have fought him, but this wasn’t about strength. It was about power, so he slowly submitted, looking up to Erik with hope still glimmering in his heart. Would Erik feed him to that zandy in the backyard? Reuben didn’t want to end his life that way. He could still prove himself to Erik. He could be the best pony Erik had ever had.

  The ice in Erik’s pale eye shot right through him. “You little liar.” The soft-spoken words were so much worse than being called a cocksucker by Hans.

  “It’s not like that.” Reuben spread his arms to his sides in a gesture of submission. He wouldn’t defend himself against Erik.

  “Isn’t it?”

  “I just... I asked Jack, just for this one evening. I was coming back.” But there was nothing he could read on Erik’s face.

  “You cannot ask him for such a thing.” Erik pressed his foot into Reuben’s chest. A flush rose to his cheeks. “I should fucking sell him!”

  “No, please, I beg you! Jack is just a silly boy!” The foot wasn’t big nor heavy, yet it felt like a rock pressing on Reuben’s chest.

  “Shouldn’t he be the one to plead his case?” Erik glanced at Jack, challenging him with a piercing gaze, but no answer came.

  Reuben slowly moved his hands to Erik’s calf and stroked it gently.

  “And you?” Erik’s voice sounded cool, but there was an underlying tension in his tone. “You wanted to leave me.”

  Reuben let out a nervous laugh, trying to forge a coherent excuse in his mind. “No no! That’s all wrong! I wanted a drink, maybe see a show in the theater, and I would have been back before the sun came up,” he blurted out, trying to sound sincere from his position on the floor.

  Erik shook his head. “I would have taken you to the theater.” Then, suddenly, he dropped to one knee and pushed his palm against Reuben’s throat. “No more lies.”

  “I haven’t had a drink in months!” Reuben’s eyes went wide, and his chest sank.

  “So? I specifically forbade you to drink.” Erik narrowed his eyes, and his jaw clenched.

  “I... I know, I’m sorry... I just... I like to...”

  Erik shook his head with a humorless laugh. “You just wanted to leave.”

  “No...” Reuben looked into his eyes. That was the last thing he wanted Erik to think. “Why would I lie like that?” He tried to force a smile. Erik’s eyes met his, and for a moment he genuinely believed Erik would strike him.

  Instead, Erik forced a smile to his lips. “You’re afraid what I might do to you.”

  Reuben swallowed. That was true as well. “I am afraid, Master. I’m a coward, I’m sorry...” His whole body shook, unable to maintain any measure of stillness.

  Erik sighed, licking his lips. “I deserve the truth from you. Tell me you just wanted to get away, and I’ll let you go.”

  “I didn’t, Master,” Reuben whispered. Anything he might do now would end up backfiring. Where would he go if Erik released him? And then... he didn’t want Erik to release him! He was looking forward to getting his hooves. To making his master proud on his birthday. How did he even get into this situation?

  Erik dug his fingers into Reuben’s cheeks as if he wanted to crush them. “So, you want to stay here as my horse?”

  Reuben barely stifled back a sob, too terrified to breathe. “Yes.” Would Erik really let him go if he said no? Or would he ‘let him go’ into the zombie-filled forest behind the walls?

  “He’s obviously lying!” Hans spat on the carpet and took a step closer, pulling up his sleeves in a way Reuben knew all too well.

  Erik sighed, but there was a slight change in his tense features. “I will punish you if you decide to stay.”

  Reuben managed not to sob, but a few tears streaked down his temples. “Not a caning, please,” he whimpered, but he already knew he would stay even if he had to endure a beating. The things he felt for Erik were too much to give up on.

  “Let me do it, Master Erik,” Hans offered eagerly.

  “Has your taste changed that you’re so eager to get acquainted with my stallion’s ass?” Erik asked him, gently brushing his thumb over Reuben’s cheekbone.

  The words were enough to silence the bodyguard. Hans even took a step back, wary of the presumption.

  Reuben gave Erik a pleading look and promised himself that he’d straighten things out with Jack after this is all over. He never thought the boy had it in him to go through with such a reckless plan.

  Erik shook his head. “John, take Jack to the kitchen. He’ll be peeling all the vegetables for tomorrow. Have Mister Fry give him work for the rest of the month.”

  Jack rushed to Erik’s feet and flung his arms around his calves. “Master Erik! Thank you! Thank you, Master!”

  Reuben let out a long breath of relief. Jack didn’t deserve a horrible punishment or being thrown out into the street. Someone as gentle as he wouldn’t have survived on his own for long. Now only Reuben was left waiting on the verdict for his own insubordination.

  “Take him away. I don’t want to look at him tonight!” Erik snarled when John yanked the groom away from them. Jack managed to send Reuben a petrified glance before he disappeared from sight. Violent sobs pushed at Reuben’s mouth on the way to the stable. Every step felt like a mile, and his ass already ached with the pain it expected.

  “Hans, out,” Erik said as soon as they entered Reuben’s home.

  Oh God, they would be alone.

  “I would just like to remind you to put the cuffs on the animal,” murmured Hans.

  “Don’t you get on my nerves, too!” Erik let out a shaky breath, pinning Reuben to the ground with merely his gaze.

  Hans sighed but already made his way to the door. “Should I stay outside, just in case?”

  “Please, do.”

  It took a bit more shuffling about, but finally the door was closed, and they were alone. Reuben had no idea what to expect.

  Erik sighed and moved toward a hidden door that Reuben only knew of because of the long hours spent in the stables. He’d never tried to open it though.

  Reuben didn’t dare move a muscle, but seeing the secret room reveal its innards made him imagine his worst nightmares. The first thin
g he saw was the wooden horse he already knew intimately, but Erik probed deeper, and soon he emerged, pulling another strange piece. This time, it was a simple frame made of wood, but Reuben recognized it from some pictures he’d seen: the stocks. With a bit of effort, Erik managed to pull it out of the backroom and used some levers to create additional support for the device before closing the hidden door with his ring, like he did all the other things in the stables. He drew back a few steps and contemplated the frame.

  All Reuben could hope for was that whatever was to happen, it wouldn’t hurt too much. But when Erik looked at him, really looked at Reuben, acknowledging his presence, the gaze was the best present Reuben had gotten in years. “Come here.”

  Reuben didn’t even get up to his feet, crawling to Erik on all fours.

  “Do you truly want to stay with me? I won’t punish you if you don’t,” Erik said with a slight curve to his mouth.

  That question again! How could Reuben keep avoiding a direct answer?

  “You say you won’t punish me, master. As if you don’t want me to stay,” Reuben whispered and bowed his head, flushed.

  “I’m tired of horses who’d rather have me dead than my cock up their holes!” Erik growled.

  Reuben sighed. When put that way, he could see how frustrating it had to be. “I have nowhere to go, master.”

  Erik was silent for several painful seconds, but then he snorted, shaking his head and lifting the top bar of the stocks. “Good enough.”

  Reuben slowly rose and, without a word, began unbuttoning his pants.

  “Do you have anything else to say?” Erik sighed, looking around the room. “I should have wine in here. I’d only have to secure it from your reach.”

  “Huh?” Reuben gave him a confused look and threw his pants to the side. He hadn’t felt so naked since he’d arrived in this house. He couldn’t help but cover his crotch with his hands, and Erik’s gaze dropped to it immediately.

  “What’s that supposed to be? Since when do horses have a sense of shame?”

  Reuben swallowed and slowly pulled his hands away.

  Erik shook his head. “I just want to get drunk right now. It’s been months since I’ve been so disappointed. I don’t even want to cane you.” He gestured for Reuben to position himself in the stocks.

  Reuben knew he should be happy about avoiding the cane, but he didn’t like to be a disappointment. He was trembling by the time he approached the stocks and put his neck and hands in place. He’d rather be drunk too.

  The squeak of the hinges as Erik closed the stocks went straight to Reuben’s gut. It felt so final, as if Erik were beheading him like they did in France some time ago.

  “You probably won’t be able to sleep, so you can take the first part of the day off. I won’t have you falling on your face on the treadmill.”

  “I’m sorry, master,” muttered Reuben, trying to adjust to the uncomfortable position.

  Erik snorted, closing the padlock and effectively securing Reuben in place. “Words mean nothing.” He walked over to the cupboard.

  Reuben quieted, watching Erik pace in the exquisite robe. He couldn’t know Reuben was sincere, so rebuilding the trust between them would be an uphill struggle. The lack of affection on Erik’s face broke Reuben’s heart.

  “Open your mouth as wide as you can.”

  Reuben took a long, nervous breath, looking down to the spiky brace in Erik’s hand. He knew what was coming and didn’t like it one bit, but he complied. It wasn’t that bad at first, because of the padding protecting Reuben’s teeth, but minutes after Erik strapped the thing at the back of his head, he got that tense feeling at the sides of his jaw, and he already knew the night wouldn’t be a pleasant one. Erik then hid himself from his unfaithful pony’s sight by blindfolding him.

  “Good. That’s more like it.”

  Reuben let out a nasal whimper. If only he could get a hug, a pat on the head, or one kiss, everything would all be more bearable. But he already knew there wouldn’t be any of that.

  “I’m leaving, Copper,” was the last scrap of attention he got before the door closed.

  *

  Reuben couldn’t fall asleep, but he did sort of doze off with half of his mind at some point, and only a rough touch to his ass roused him. At first he thought that maybe Erik had changed his mind and come back, but he quickly realized those were not his master’s slim fingers. These were thick and rough to the touch, the palm itself much larger than Erik’s.

  “Oh, are you awake, pony?” said a low voice that Reuben knew but couldn’t pinpoint . The man grabbed the sides of his hips, hauling Reuben up to grind the bulge in his pants against Reuben’s ass.

  He wanted to protest, but with his mouth wide open in the brace, he could barely let out a whimper. The blindfold rendered him oblivious to what was going on, and panic climbed up Reuben’s back. Was Erik here? Would he hear him? He clenched his ass and tried to scoot down to escape the assault.

  The man laughed, roughly holding him in place. “You’re going nowhere.”

  Reuben moaned through the brace and tried to step sideways, but he was trapped in the stocks. Why would Erik send someone else to deal with him? Didn’t he want Reuben anymore? Or maybe he was here, watching like he had during the breeding? A hard slap to his ass brought him back to reality.

  “I told you I’d eventually have you.”

  Ollie. Ollie! Reuben loathed this scum with all his might. The man would never spare him a sleazy comment when Erik wasn’t around.

  Reuben writhed in panic and bucked his hips. He couldn’t believe Erik would leave him to Ollie of all people! His cries were nasal and quiet.

  “Don’t even try, the master wouldn’t like it if you didn’t surrender, would he?” Ollie’s voice was raspy with need as he rolled his hips into Reuben’s, grabbing at his flesh with all the hunger he hadn’t been able to satisfy so far.

  Reuben stilled with a small whine. Would Erik really want do this to him? He probably cared very little for him now. Reuben clenched his fists, knowing Ollie’s touch was unavoidable. He would be taken blind, bound, defenseless, and there was nothing he could do to avoid it.

  “Wanna have a taste before we get on to the real thing?” Ollie asked, slapping Reuben’s thigh.

  Reuben tried to kick him in protest. He didn’t want to have anything to do with Ollie’s cock. The man mocked him at every chance he got, and after all this he’d just get to feast on Reuben’s vulnerability? Moving back and forth in the stocks did nothing to help and only chafed Reuben’s skin.

  “I thought you would.” Ollie moved, and each of his steps sounded like a loud thump to Reuben’s terrified mind. “It’s nice he left you so open. Hope you haven’t dried out,” he said, stopping in front of Reuben, who could already smell him. Ollie reeked of the onions he must have been chopping earlier.

  Panic overtook control, and Reuben thrashed in the stocks, turning his head away. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t close his mouth. Sweat beaded all over his back. This couldn’t be happening! There was an unmistakable rustle of cloth in front of him and, God, he heard every painful detail of that sound. Then came the large hand that curled in his mane, using it to pull Reuben’s head up into a better position. He’d have Ollie’s cock down his throat. Reuben tried to pull away, but it was useless. He moaned, trying to plead his case, but the thick length sliding into his defenseless mouth muzzled his words. He was left with just a few nasal grunts, and even though he promised himself he wouldn’t cry, a few tears wet the blindfold as he gagged on the thick rod.

  “Ah, one day, I’ll save enough money to have a slave like you myself.” Ollie’s breathing was ragged as he moved his hips in a slow, rolling motion, clearly savoring the feel of Reuben’s contracting throat around the head of his cock. “He’d have to take it, just like you.”

  Reuben tried to breathe through his nose, but he gagged, drooled—maybe this was the way he would go. Strangled by a cock. He literally couldn’t breathe. Erik a
lways gave him time to inhale in between thrusts, but Ollie wasn’t that generous. He just thrust in and out, over and over until there was nothing left for Reuben to do other than struggle against the stocks. The metal and wood were solid enough, but he could hear crackling sounds as he fought for air, screaming into Ollie’s prick. He wanted to vomit.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re scared!”

  Reuben didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it was impossible to back away! He even hit the back of his head against the stocks, just to get some air, but Ollie let the tip of his cock lie on Reuben’s tongue. There was no doubt he was enjoying himself, enjoying Reuben’s pain and shame.

  “Good pony, the master has trained you well,” Ollie panted as he withdrew from Reuben’s mouth, but the relief was short lived because it meant he’d stick it somewhere else.

  Reuben tried to gurgle something, to hold Ollie’s attention on his mouth. And the fucking smell of onions was driving him mad! He’d never eat another onion in his life! But what hurt so much, apart from his pride, was that Erik had left him here, game for anyone who wanted to fuck him. His heart couldn’t break any more.

  “Easy now, it’ll only hurt if you tense up, but you know that, right?” Ollie laughed behind him, and before Reuben could even articulate an answer in his mind, his hole was stretched wide. He tried to pull away, to clench his buttocks together, but it was useless. Resigned to what was about to happen, he thought that at least his ass was slicked up. But that thought didn’t stop the shame of being fucked by Ollie. Out of all people, the man he despised so much. Who groped him and taunted him. Now he would get the chance to use Reuben for his pleasure. And he wasn’t the type to hesitate. Already excited after the throatfuck, he took Reuben hard and fast, slamming into his ass as if he had wanted it for years and only now got his one and only chance to have it. At least he didn’t spill inside, pulling out and spending his seed on Reuben’s back with a low growl. Reuben choked back a sob. His legs trembled so bad they threatened to give in.

  He pulled his thighs together, as if that could help him at all. He wanted to shed his skin, scrape his flesh to the bone. He did not deserve this. How could have Erik left him to this? Was this the punishment for betrayal of trust?