The day was warm for October, but still chilly to anyone who only had their own bare skin for protection. Only adrenaline kept him from seeking warmth in Erik’s arms. Reuben flexed his buttocks as he walked, and the long tail brushed against his thighs. It was exciting to know Erik would be looking at him, lusting after his tense legs and bare ass. After the first hesitant steps, Reuben discovered the enjoyment of being encased by the high boots, so snug on him, making him so tall. Some of the horses looked out of their stalls, watching him move along, but he only cared for the quickening sound of footsteps behind him.
Reuben smiled behind his bit and sped up as he walked into the yard without a care for the drizzle and mud. He wanted to show how natural it was for him to wear hooves. Did he look as tall and spectacular as Coal did? Thanks to the training shoes he wore at home, Reuben quickly adjusted to the new feeling and trotted in the open yard, already getting excited. The shoes were perfectly balanced, with a stiff yet soft lining underneath his whole foot, supporting it even at the awkward angle it was bent into so that it resembled an equine leg.
“Copper! Come here, you little rascal.” Erik laughed, and it warmed Reuben to give his master so much joy.
Reuben snorted at Erik and moved to a further corner of the yard. Both the blacksmith and his apprentice stood behind Erik with confused but curious looks on their faces, watching him perform. He imagined himself as a frisky pony, running away after his first shoeing. Reuben turned his back on Erik and purposefully swayed from side to side to make his tail move. He turned his face away as soon as he saw Erik’s eyes widen. He knew his master wouldn’t be able to resist. And did any of them care what some unknown men saw? No.
He started walking along the wall that surrounded the muddy yard, careful not to slip. His skin was so hot the rain could evaporate from it any moment. His cock was already stiffening as the cold drizzle caressed him all over.
“Copper!” He could hear Erik make his way through the wet courtyard too, pursuing his prized stallion.
Reuben whinnied and started running away, the tail slapping his thighs with every step. He was going to play a wild stallion. Hard to tame.
Erik squealed. He squealed, dashing forward to catch Reuben, though it was clear the chase itself made him genuinely happy. His fingers traced Reuben’s ass, urging him to escape, and he didn’t have to repeat that for Reuben to instantly rush away with a snort.
The slush beneath his feet wasn’t helping Reuben keep balance, but he wouldn’t be defeated by mud! He staggered away on wobbly legs, and each time Erik got close to reaching him, he managed to slip away. He hadn’t had this much fun playing around since he’s been a boy. This was much like those rare moments in his childhood when he was free and careless, far away from his father’s eyes. With proper shoes on his feet, Erik could run faster, but Reuben had the advantage of his rain-slick body. At one point he stopped when Erik was right behind him and splashed mud all over him with his hoof.
His master gave a cry of outrage, but Reuben knew it was just an act and carelessly ran away, leaving him behind like a real animal would. He would have never imagined how much fun a chase like this could be, and despite the dangerous slips and the ache of his protesting ankles, he kept running. He was slowly getting out of breath, but each time he managed to wiggle out of Erik’s hands felt like a victory. One he knew would be later rewarded with even more pleasure. He became so self-assured that the harsh tug on his tail came as a surprise, and he slipped with a loud crack of his ankle, falling face first into the muddy ground.
Reuben let out a short yelp before his face slammed into slush, his ass high up in the air. Erik yanked his head out of the water before Reuben could choke on it and pressed his hips hard against Reuben’s. His cock was hard as if there was a bone in it.
“You thought you could get away from me?” Erik rasped into his ear, his other hand grabbing Reuben’s prick like a staff.
Reuben whimpered in return and pretended to shy away with his buttocks. It was all happening too fast, but now, with droplets of rain slithering down his body, he knew exactly where this was going and couldn’t care less if the blacksmith was still watching. He was a pony and needed taming. His cock instantly swelled with blood when he reminded himself of that first time with Erik. On his knees, bent over, with Erik tugging at the reins, pushing his cock in deep in a merciless rhythm. Reuben couldn’t help but moan.
“You’ve been naughty, you know that?” rasped Erik, pumping him in a slow, teasing manner. Reuben let his cheek rest on the wet ground and moaned when he felt two slick fingers at his entrance. There was no way he could keep on pretending anymore, and he ground back against them eagerly, spreading his knees wide.
“That’s it, you need to make it up to me,” Erik teased him even as he took his hand away to brush the thick tail aside. It wasn’t long before two leather-clad fingers breached Reuben’s entrance, delving deep inside.
Reuben shivered at the swirl of sensations: the smell of dirt, the cold rain, the heat he felt on the inside, and that blissful feeling of being filled and taken. He arched his hips up in invitation and mumbled behind the bit while tensing his muscles around the fingers. It wasn’t just about having a cock up his ass. He wanted to show Erik how tight and hot he would be for him. The show earned him an appreciative gasp.
“You little devil!” Erik gave his cock a harder tug while moving his fingers in and out of Reuben’s anus, making him mewl and drag his knees in the mud. “Someone’s rear is hungry for a treat.”
Reuben writhed his hips as if he was a wild stallion, but Erik knew what to do with unruly stallions. He grabbed the reins and yanked Reuben’s head back, the bit pushing deep into Reuben’s mouth.
“That’s more like it, Copper!” Erik probed with his fingers, stretching Reuben’s oversensitive flesh, but when he finally touched the little nub inside, Reuben practically fell to his face again. He loved the firmness with which Erik held those reins, like a true master of the situation. It was he who was in control. Reuben pushed back, whining for more and trying to ride those gloved fingers. He felt empty the moment they withdrew, but the hard cockhead pushing at his entrance was more than enough to make up for the loss.
“Do you like it, Copper? You were asking for it when you swayed that tail, weren’t you?” Erik’s hoarse whisper was only slightly louder than the rain, but but it still made Reuben’s insides clench with excitement.
All he could do was moan in reply, and he bucked his hips as if to push Erik off, but then pressed back against his groin again. He didn’t care if he looked like a mare in heat. His cock was throbbing, and his master was the only one who could do anything about it, since Reuben’s hands were bound and tucked into hoof gloves.
Even now, in the mud, straight after a chase, Erik took his time entering him, pushing in with one agonizing thrust. It hurt a little, but as they said, no pain, no gain. As soon as the brief discomfort passed, Reuben mewled, spraying some of the mud around with his breath. He loved how Erik forced his body into a reverse arch with the reins, hips tightly pressed against his ass. His master synchronized pushing in slowly and pulling on the reins until Reuben gasped for air, but steadily Erik moved into a ferocious rhythm, hips slamming against Reuben’s ass each time. It did feel somewhat like being ridden, having to submit to the pace his master chose, and each pull on the reins only made Reuben hornier. His cock head bobbed against his stomach, and he wondered if he would come just from being fucked. Even the rain didn’t seem cold anymore as they sped toward release.
Reuben moaned into the bit, his eyes rolling back every time Erik hit the bull’s-eye, driving him crazy with lust. The touch of leather-encased fingers, the cool ground beneath his knees, the harsh push and pull brought him over the edge soon after Erik spilled his seed into him. It was heaven to feel him collapse on top, one hand curled over Reuben’s nape as if to tell him he was safe. He belonged to Erik Dal, the Bluefinger, and no one would dare judge him.
Reuben close
d his eyes, and his knees gave in, so without thinking he slid all the way into the mud, barely breathing as he reveled in the feeling of Erik’s cock throbbing inside him.
Erik groaned, biting into the flesh of Reuben’s arm before slowly getting to his knees. “Good boy.”
Reuben moaned and awkwardly rolled over to his back just in time to see Erik tucking his cock back under his leathers. Only now, after the release, was the cold starting to get to him. His master, however, was quick to pull Reuben into a sitting position and cradle him against his chest. Reuben smiled, realizing their heartbeats were in perfect harmony. He leaned his head against Erik’s arm, hoping it would show his master how much he appreciated the embrace.
Erik didn’t say a thing, simply tightened his arms around Reuben, still motionless like a statue. His breath ghosted over Reuben’s skin, bringing him back to reality. His ankle stung with a numb pain, but it had been worth it. He nuzzled Erik’s ear, but while he didn’t feel like getting up, the rain was worsening, making him shiver with cold.
“What is it, darling?” Erik looked up at him with a smile. Both his eyes, even the demon one, shone with a warmth Reuben couldn’t ignore.
He made a few unintelligible sounds from behind the bit and gestured that he needed to get up. Erik stood up with a raspy chuckle and pulled on Reuben’s harness.
It was awkward to get up with his hands bound, and Reuben found it easier to kneel first and then slowly pull himself up, like a fowl trying to get up for the first time. The hoof shoes gave him a few additional inches over Erik, but when he finally scrambled to his feet with his master’s help, the pain in his ankle struck with new force. He squealed and bent his knee, but that only threw him off balance, forcing Erik to take most of his weight.
“Copper?” he yelped, whole body tensing to hold Reuben up.
Reuben moaned and whimpered with no shame, trying to alert Erik about his pain. The one hoof he could stand on suddenly became a deathtrap that turned his other leg into a throbbing mess.
“Is everything alright Mister Dal?” The blacksmith’s apprentice approached them but remained a few steps away.
Erik gave a shuddery breath. “Please, help me get him under the roof.”
The boy quickly came up and supported Reuben from the other side as he hopped on one foot, holding back tears that threatened to spill every time he moved.
“Did he break his ankle?” The blacksmith approached them with a blanket as soon as they were in the stable again. The two men seemed used to Erik’s ways, or else they were simply greedy for Bluefinger’s favors and pretended they didn’t know what happened outside.
“I don’t know.” Was that fear in Erik’s voice? Because it sure sounded like it.
Reuben kept his eyes on the slippery ground, hopping on his one good leg, his flaccid prick swaying with each move. It was so humiliating. Erik and the apprentice’s combined effort got him to a small pile of hay where he could sit down.
“If it’s the leg, then he’s gonna be lame, and we’ll need to put him down, sir,” said the young apprentice matter-of-factly, and Reuben’s eyes went wide. Was the little fucker mocking him?
Erik scowled at the boy. “Get me a carriage before I decide you don’t serve your purpose.”
The apprentice let his head fall, and he pulled back, eyeing them with caution before turning on his heel and disappearing from sight.
“What a cunt,” spat Erik, kneeling next to Reuben to take the bit out of his mouth.
“Sorry sir. Stupid boy doesn’t know any better,” the blacksmith said, wrapping the blanket around Reuben’s shoulders.
“It hurts when anything moves in there.” Reuben sniffed and looked up at Erik. He guessed this was the end of ‘horse day’.
Erik chewed on his lip and stroked Reuben’s head before pulling him into a tight embrace. He didn’t seem angry about having his fun spoiled.
“I’m so sorry, darling. I pushed you too hard on your first day with the hooves.”
“No, it was me who ran away like an idiot.” Reuben sighed and bit his lip at another pang of pain. It spread up his leg like fire consuming a house made of wood.
Erik took hold of Reuben’s chin and looked into his eyes, very serious. “It is my responsibility to take care of you. And I’m afraid I’ll have to take off your shoes now.”
“Suppose they need a cleaning anyway.” Reuben gave Erik a small smile.
“The carriage is here, sir. Can I help in any way?” The apprentice ran into the stables, completely out of breath. The power of Erik’s name alone was incredible. Most people bent to his will even without a shadow of a threat, and Reuben wasn’t certain whether he should be scared or proud to have such a powerful master.
“Yes, please, take off his shoes. Be very gentle, he is a prized stallion,” said Erik, pressing a soft kiss to Reuben’s forehead.
Chapter 10
Reuben smiled into his pillow and cuddled up in a goose down comforter. He felt warm all over, and with a bag of ice on the injured joint, he didn’t even feel that much pain anymore. Erik had a doctor, a real one, come over and take a look at it. Fortunately, Reuben’s ankle wasn’t broken, just sprained, which meant he was bound to recover in time for Erik’s birthday party. He had trouble walking, but he could probably limp around soon. Erik didn’t let him move more than necessary, though, and ordered the servants to bring a magnificent bed to Reuben’s stable. He was like a precious gem in a velvet-lined box. Erik checked on him himself or sent someone over every hour or so. Reuben even got his food without having to leave the soft covers. It was heaven.
Shackled with only one wrist cuff on a long chain, Reuben was as free to move around as ever but ended up just reveling in that knowledge not actually using his liberty. Staying in bed was a lot more comfortable. And less painful. He missed being useful but supposed that everyone deserved a break every now and then. Still, Reuben would prefer to spend that time with Erik, not just Jack or any other servant. Since his groom still had extra chores in the kitchen, Reuben was often stuck with John. The footman wasn’t half as friendly or talkative as Jack. He would usually come round and read a book for hours, not sparing Reuben much attention. During times like this, it was hard not to miss Erik, even if Reuben did understand his master had important matters to attend to.
A sudden bang made Reuben sit up straight. His eyes flew wide open when he saw Erik enter the stable, followed by two bulky men and... a desk.
“Be careful with that!” Erik frowned at one of the men whose grip on the furniture slipped.
“Master?” Reuben pulled up the comforter when it slipped down to his hips. Erik had seen him naked every day, but somehow the covers had given Reuben back his sense of modesty.
Erik looked back at him, and his face lit up like sunshine. “Copper, how are you feeling?” He rushed toward the bed, forgetting his helpers and the burden they carried.
“Every day is better, Master.” Reuben smiled back at him, his stomach already giddy.
“Where would you like the desk, sir?” asked one of the servants with a huff.
Erik waved his hand, pointing to somewhere behind his back, his eyes never leaving Reuben. “By the bed.”
“Master, you will be working here?” Reuben lay back, running his fingers through his hair. The sides were growing back quickly, so he would probably be getting a shave soon.
Erik nodded and sat down on the mattress next to him, only to kick off his shoes and settle himself in Reuben’s lap. “I’ve missed the clopping of your hooves, love.”
“I’m not afraid to try again in a few days.” Reuben slowly moved his hand to Erik’s arm. He wasn’t sure whether his master would like that, since Reuben’s hands were usually tied, but Erik leaned in to the caress with a sigh.
“Don’t rush it. We’ll only give it another go when the doctor grants his permission.” He cupped Reuben’s cheek and nuzzled his neck. “In the meantime we could settle for your forelegs in hooves. What do you think?”
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“Do you mean these?” Reuben clenched his hands into fists and raised them to his chest level, pretending they were hooves. He’d do a lot for Erik’s attention. It seemed to work, as his master’s eyes sparkled.
“There they are.”
Reuben’s heart leapt when the blond head came closer, and he felt smooth lips pressing two delicate kisses on each of his fists.
“You’ve been very busy lately, Master. Is everything all right with your work?” Reuben leaned in to give his cheek a peck. The servants placed the desk close to the bed and stood there motionless, awaiting further orders.
Erik sighed and waved them off before reaching into a pouch he wore by his belt. As it turned out, the pouch held Reuben’s hoof mittens.
“There’s a commotion in London. People are talking about revolution.” Erik’s eyes darted up at Reuben. “Does the name Gregorovich ring a bell?”
“I have heard about him, yes. Leader of the Humanists.” Reuben nodded, only now realizing how sheltered he was in this house, away from any worries of the outside world.
Erik nodded and slipped one of the hooves on Reuben’s hand, quickly buckling it all the way up. Above his arm, Reuben saw Hans’ disdainful gaze, but the bodyguard left the room along with John and the other servants.
“He’s sabotaging our business, and my brother’s going mad because of it.” Erik shook his head. “Which means more work for me.”
“Why would he do that? Don’t you provide food for London, Master?” Reuben nuzzled his cheek.
Erik’s brows shot up, and he chuckled. “So does Gregorovich. Why, do you think he’s jealous of our honey?”
“Oh, I see. But what about the revolution? It shouldn’t affect us in Bylondon, right?” he asked as Erik put on the other hoof. It seemed that just having them on got him closer to sex. This would only be the second time in his life doing it in a bed after that one time in Erik’s bedroom.
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