“No. There is a war to be had. Not whores to be fucked.” Gregorovich sneered at Percy’s outfit.
Percy tossed his beautiful hair back and frowned. “Wait, wasn’t your lobotomy appointment due?”
Gregorovich growled like an animal. “Yes it was, my friend. And where were you when I needed help? With whor—oh, I mean, your lady friends. If you did as much research on zombies as your prick does inside snatches, we’d be long rid of the Plague.”
Percy tsked and paraded across the stage, ending the walk with a pirouette next to a huge desk with piles and piles of documents on top. “I am on it. We just need a few touch-ups here and there.” With one swift move, he turned around the desk, which abruptly became an elaborate dressing table, with colorful vials and a pair of female stockings hanging over the mirror. Percy picked up a huge pink powder puff, and as soon as he touched it to his face, the dressing table exploded with a cloud of white dust.
Gregorovich coughed. “This is fucking ridiculous! We’ll never get to the parliament on time.” He walked past the dressing table and discreetly grabbed the stocking. When he turned away from Percy, he tucked it into his pants, making the crowd roar.
Reuben laughed so hard behind his muzzle, tears streaked down his face.
The story went on, following the characters’ journey through London. They were depicted as complete mishaps who couldn’t even reach their destination in Westminster on time to read their demands to the members of the Parliament. The list of proposals included the right to fuck out in the street as long as one concealed their face. With so many prostitutes on the way to Westminster, Ferris Deverell was way too distracted to think about time, and once his balls were too dry to look at women anymore, the stocking Gregorovich had snatched from Ferris’s dressing room caught in the hinges of his metal hand, which made Ferris wonder whether his friend intended to wear it sometime. The first act ended when the two men reached the gates of Parliament.
Reuben was exhilarated when the curtain went down, and for the first time since the beginning of the play, he looked up to his master. He tried to show his happiness by rubbing his face against Erik’s thigh. He knew the play was satire, but he still felt that he’d learned a lot about Deverell and Gregorovich.
Erik chuckled and leaned down to kiss Reuben’s arm. “You like it, darling?”
Reuben quickly nodded and slid off the kneeler to shuffle between Erik’s thighs. Maybe he’d at least get to suck him off. Reuben nudged Erik’s crotch with his leather muzzle.
“Naughty!” Erik’s voice was soaked with delight. He opened his thighs to give Reuben more room.
Reuben let out a nasal sigh and traced Erik’s cock with his muzzle. If only his arms weren’t bound in the back, he’d massage Erik all over. He didn’t anticipate his master’s slim thighs to tense abruptly on both sides of his head when the door to their booth opened with a loud screech. He mumbled through the bit, torn between feeling trapped and the sense that he could spend all of his life where he was.
“Master?”
Oh, this was something serious if Hans sounded uncertain.
Reuben slid out from between Erik’s thighs and didn’t know what to think when he looked up at... Percy Preston? The bushy ginger locks were unmistakable, but Reuben did another take, and it wasn’t Percy’s face he was looking at. Was it his double? Either way, Reuben’s heart started throbbing and he backed away on his knees. The man was so tall that the top of his head almost brushed the ceiling of their booth. Long, graceful limbs and sharp cheekbones would make him appear almost elfin if it weren’t for the mischievous smile that tugged at the corners of his long, pretty mouth. The face was not as beautiful and symmetrical as Erik’s or Percy Preston’s, but there was something about him that made it impossible for Reuben to tear his eyes away. The man threw back his long velvet cape with an elegant gesture, revealing a contrast of emerald and fuchsia that made up his flawless outfit.
“Ferris Deverell.”
Reuben blinked at his master’s words and examined the stranger more carefully. This was Ferris Deverell? What kind of man did the Dandy Doctor have to be to come into a hornet’s nest like this and arrogantly sit in one of Erik’s chairs without asking for permission? Reuben couldn’t tear his eyes away from Deverell and inched closer with curiosity. He wanted to compare him to Percy Preston’s acting.
Deverell crossed one endless leg over the other and raised a sharp eyebrow at Reuben. “Is this the fair Copper I have heard so much about?”
Reuben smiled behind his muzzle, already growing fond of the unexpected visitor. He was talked about? He looked at his master, unsure of what he should do. Erik looked as uncertain as Hans, but eventually gave the Dandy Doctor a polite smile.
“Indeed. I didn’t realize the fame of my new stallion had crossed the walls of London.”
Deverell combed his long fingers through his fiery hair and sighed, ignoring Hans’s stare. He was not as peacock-like as depicted on stage, but the word ‘dandy’ described him well. “It only reached the ears that wanted to know.”
So, Dr. Deverell wanted to know about him? Reuben lifted his chin with pride and straightened his back. He rather wished he wasn’t wearing the mantle now, so he could show off his big, bulky muscles. That way Deverell could go back to where he came from and tell those other people what an amazing horse Reuben was.
“He enjoyed you as a character, Lord Deverell.” Erik sounded very collected, so Reuben assumed he didn’t know this man well.
“Ah,” Deverell snapped his fingers and invited Reuben over with a gesture, “As did I. A truly amusing spectacle. I shall ask the actors for their signatures later.”
Reuben looked at his master, but Erik gave a lazy nod, so without further ado, Reuben decided to show off all his assets. He’d practiced getting up in hooves countless times, so he hoped to make his master proud. The leg with the recently sprained ankle trembled slightly as he stood up, but he still managed without Hans’s help. He snorted and shook his head to make the feathers in his plume move. Deverell’s green eyes widened as they followed Reuben’s face and then continued on to his crotch.
Yes, eat your heart out, Dr. Deverell. Reuben stood tall and proud. He blinked when Deverell reached out to pet his cock without even a trace of shame. Wasn’t this man supposed to be a whoremonger?
“That is a well-trained pet, Mister Dal. I’m impressed.”
“Thank you, he is an exceptionally dedicated beast.” The pride in Erik’s voice made Reuben’s chest swell, and the word ‘beast’ had him feeling all masculine and powerful. Even if he was a tame beast.
He still couldn’t get over the fact that Deverell had pet his stiff prick. Since it was a night for full-fledged horse play, Reuben decided to go for it and test the man a little further. He took an elegant step forward, arching toward the hand in a silent demand for petting.
Deverell’s face lit up like a child’s in a sweetshop. “What a beautiful cock you have here, Copper. I bet it makes your master proud.”
Erik snorted. “Just don’t let him spend.”
Reuben let out a nasal moan of complaint but still stuck his hips out, eager for fun, his face already flushed from the touch. He loved how Erik had groomed him into a man worth desiring.
“I assume it is your pleasure.” Deverell kneaded Reuben’s cock up and down, flattening his hand over the head of the prick and pushing it against Reuben’s taut stomach. It was hard to keep quiet when Deverell’s other hand climbed up Reuben’s thigh and cupped his balls through the tight leather.
“What is it that you came for, Doctor Deverell?” Erik sounded bored, but that couldn’t be because of Reuben’s performance, could it?
Reuben moaned into his bit, enjoying the skillful fingers, and bowed to nuzzle Deverell’s hair through the mask. It had a fresh minty scent, and he’d gladly come all over it. The image presented in the play seemed horribly wrong. Deverell knew his way around a cock.
Deverell bit his lip, alternating his
gaze between Reuben’s face and Erik. “Dima Gregorovich has an offer he wanted me to discuss with you.”
Erik went silent for a second before sending Hans out to guard the door from the outside.
Hans tensed up, his face becoming even more unpleasant than usual. “Are you sure, Master?”
“Go.” Reuben could picture Erik’s dismissive gesture in his mind without having to look back at him. His focus was broken when one of Deverell’s hands found Reuben’s tail and gave it a gentle tug.
He jerked his hips toward Deverell’s face with a long whinny. Oh, how he longed for touch there. The phallus moved in and out minutely, and Reuben tried to catch Deverell’s gaze to plead for more. But at this moment, Deverell only had eyes for Erik.
“He is safe then,” Erik said as soon as the door closed behind Hans.
Deverell nodded. “He is well, and sends his regards to the best forger in Britain.”
Reuben stopped humping Deverell’s hand and focused on the topic of conversation, even though his mind was hazy with lust. He realized they were talking about Gregorovich, the man Erik and Frey had tried to eliminate with forged documents and a medical procedure at an asylum. What if Deverell knew? What if he attacked Erik now? Reuben imagined himself standing between them, giving Erik enough time to flee.
“They are well received.” Erik was very polite, much more polite than he would be if Deverell really was just a silly dandy.
Deverell patted Reuben’s cock and eventually took his hands away. “May I give him some sugar?”
Reuben looked to his master and lowered himself to his knees so that the muzzle of his mask could be opened easier. He loved sugar.
Erik nodded but didn’t spare a glance at Reuben, completely focused on the unexpected guest. “What does he want?”
Deverell’s hands froze at the buckle of Reuben’s muzzle. “Is it safe?”
“He is my horse—you can speak your mind.”
For a moment Reuben thought the question of safety was about biting Deverell. It didn’t even occur to him that he could be considered a different kind of threat. Reuben kneeled, patiently waiting for his sugar, even though his body was hot and sweaty under the leather. At least a treat would sweeten the fact that he wasn’t going to come any time soon.
Deverell frowned, but took out a paper bag and plunged his hand in. “He wants you.”
“Does he now?”
Deverell put the sweet cube into Reuben’s waiting mouth, pushing it past the bit so the taste exploded on Reuben’s tongue. “Shall we talk business?”
Reuben sucked on the sweetness, his breath still unsteady from arousal, but he tried not to embarrass himself by moving his hips. He tried to lick Deverell’s fingers before they pulled away.
Erik snorted. “As expected from a man as bold as you, though I am still wondering whether you are bold or mad to come here.”
Deverell shook his head and offered him a genuine smile over Reuben’s head. “He wants you. Let bygones be bygones.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Gregorovich could use the skills of a man like you.”
Reuben felt Erik’s boot through the mantle as his master stroked him with his foot.
“How did you get the idea I would want to migrate under his wing?”
“I come with a friendly offer. You must see that the world as we know it is crumbling. Or if you don’t venture out of Bylondon much, I can tell you this. Things will change, and you don’t want to find yourself under the wing that gets broken.”
Erik sighed, letting his feet rest on Reuben’s back. “I assume the venture would not come without a price?”
“You would be doing the same job, sir. Just in a different house. You could even have a stable there, if you liked.” Deverell smiled and stroked the shaved side of Reuben’s head.
“What of my brother?”
“Your brother is a smart man, I can imagine he’d find his own path.” Deverell’s full lips opened, and Reuben could see his tongue tracing the lower lip.
“What does Gregorovich intend for him?”
Deverell shrugged. “Has your brother not spoken to you yet about the deal he’s made? My lips are sealed, I’m afraid.”
Reuben sucked on the sugar and followed the green of Deverell’s eyes. He loved how the sweet cube melted, reaching every place in his mouth.
“A deal?” Reuben could practically hear the frown in Erik’s voice.
“Or a business offer, however you might want to call it.”
“When?”
“In times like these I wish I had a fan, Mister Dal, so I could show how much I cannot speak.”
Reuben imagined Deverell with a fan of peacock feathers and grinned.
“Is there anything that could unfasten your lips?” asked Erik.
“I can only say that if he hasn’t told you, then maybe his brotherly love isn’t as strong as I imagined. I would hate to see you and the lovely Copper stranded in the rubble of change.”
Reuben looked up at him at the mention of his name. He put facts together: Frey hated Erik, after all. Would he betray his own blood? Would he and Erik be left stranded? Reuben whimpered and turned to Erik, who looked at him blankly.
“He does not care much for my passions. I am sure you of all people understand how disturbing such things can be.” Erik’s hand moved, reaching for Copper, who shuffled closer on his knees.
“Trust me, I do. Mister Gregorovich can be a conservative pain in the ass, but that’s what he has me for.” Deverell grinned.
Erik pulled Reuben’s head into his lap and stroked his nape. “I want what’s best for my stud farm.”
Reuben looked up to him in shock. ‘Farm’? Was Erik planning to get more stallions? It couldn’t be. They’d talked about it before, and Erik could only focus on one horse at a time. He nudged the inside of Erik’s thigh with a moan. He demanded an explanation.
“I have to admit, Copper is a proper stud with that lovely cock of his.” Deverell seemed to have no shame at all. With an attitude like that, in different circumstances, he and Erik could most likely be the best of friends.
“What is it, darling?” Erik stroked Reuben’s cheek with a sigh.
How was Reuben supposed to explain his anxiety? “One,” he tried to lisp through the large leather bit.
Erik shook his head. “I don’t understand horse.”
Reuben huffed through his nose with a frown and closed his lips around the bit. Useless.
Deverell laughed. “He’s adorable, Mister Dal.”
“That he is.” Erik leaned forward to kiss Reuben’s lips. “Trained him myself.”
“I’m sure Mister Gregorovich could offer suitable accommodations in London for you two. It might become useful if things do get out of hand in a few months.”
Erik pulled Reuben up and closed him in his arms. “Do you wish to watch the second act from here, Doctor Deverell?”
“I’m afraid I will have to leave you and your pony, though both of you look perfectly comfortable with that idea.” Deverell smiled and stood up. “Mister Gregorovich’s offer will stand for three days. If you wish to pursue it, tie a red cloth around the ankle of the stallion statues in front of your mansion.”
Erik gave him a nod, stroking Reuben’s back. “Have a good evening then.”
“I hope yours will be just as good. I know I am enjoying myself. I can’t wait to find out what the Dandy Doctor and Gregorovich manage to achieve in the Parliament.” Deverell winked at them and left the booth just as quickly as he’d come in. Hans squeezed inside again, but Erik gestured for him to leave.
“Stay where you are.”
Reuben looked up at Erik, unsure of what his decision would be. Their faces were inches apart, but Erik wouldn’t look at him, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
Reuben nudged him with his forehead, ready to listen to any worries he might have. His heart fluttered when he saw Erik smile.
“What do you think, darling?”
Reuben whinnied in respon
se and caught one of the straps on his outfit with his lips.
Erik absentmindedly traced his jaw with his fingers. “You want us to betray Frey?”
Reuben swallowed. Would his opinion matter? He was afraid that if they ignored Deverell’s offer, they might get the short end of the stick. And then hadn’t Frey betrayed them already? Deverell said so. He looked into Erik’s eyes and slowly nodded.
Erik bit his lips and kissed Reuben’s cheekbone. “I can’t ask him if it’s true.”
Reuben sighed and drew his eyebrows close. Truth was he didn’t know what the right thing to do was. Deverell’s offer seemed like a dream, but what if it was a lie? After the way Jacob’d treated him, he’d be suspicious of any offer that seemed too good to be true.
“Are you scared, Copper?”
Reuben looked into Erik’s eyes and nodded. He didn’t want to lose Erik. He wanted things to stay the way they were. If there were a revolution, would they still be allowed to be together the way they were now?
Erik leaned in to press a kiss to Reuben’s temple. “I’ll work something out. Promise.”
If Erik said so, it would happen, Reuben was sure of it. He smiled and closed his eyes. He’d already entrusted Erik with his life.
Chapter 13
The rest of the play was amazing fun, and Reuben enjoyed every second of Percy Preston’s performance. All the laughs he shared with Erik helped him forget the dark cloud that was Ferris Deverell’s offer. Spending time with his master outside of the mansion gave Reuben a thrill of being worth showing off. They engaged in some hot fondling during the next break, and the wait was slowly stretching Reuben’s patience. As much as he enjoyed prolonging pleasure, having his ass teased every now and then for three hours got him hot, bothered and ready to hump the life out of Erik’s leg. He wasn’t embarrassed by it at all, embracing his shameless animal self. And that animal within him could already feel an ache in its balls.
When the play ended, they had to wait for the lower classes to leave the theater. Erik used that time to put the muzzle on Reuben again, but he was visibly anxious.
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