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

by K. A. Merikan

  “Did you enjoy yourself, my Ruby?”

  Reuben whinnied as well as he could through the muzzle and leaned down to nudge Erik’s head with it. Erik pulled him into a tight embrace, resting his head on Reuben’s chest.

  “You’re so beautiful today. No stallion has ever made me as proud as you.”

  The praise was hot butter melting on Reuben’s heart. He was exactly what he wanted to be: special. He closed his eyes for a short moment, enjoying the closeness and sniffing his master’s fluffy hair. Erik eventually drew back and gave him a smile as he tugged Reuben toward the door. Followed by gloomy Hans, they made their way down; but instead of walking back toward the entrance, Erik strolled through a door and then descended another staircase. The air smelled of mud and was much colder than in the upper parts of the theater.

  Hans didn’t look happy about having to help Reuben down the stairs, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Stone wasn’t the best of surfaces to walk on with hooves, but with Hans next to him, guarding his every step, Reuben could relax.

  Erik glanced back at him every now and then, whistling a melody Reuben didn’t recognize. He was unusually cheerful considering the grave perspective Deverell had painted for them.

  In the corridor at the bottom of the stairs, a new kind of crowd walked past them. It had to be the actor’s backstage quarters. People half dressed, or still in costumes, in wigs, with heavy makeup, shouted at each other and rushed around. Reuben didn’t know where to look. What if Percy Preston was somewhere around?

  He had to bow his head so that he wouldn’t bang into the ceiling, but Erik seemed to know where he was going and led him straight past the theater staff, all the way to a thick-looking door. He knocked.

  Reuben’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of a golden star on the wood. Was it possible…?

  Without waiting for an answer, Erik pushed the door open and then dived into a messy, fragrant room with a ceiling slightly higher than in the corridor outside. Each surface was covered by several layers of fabric, or numerous props. Reuben felt like he’d entered the Cave of a Thousand Wonders that Pegasus helped Erik escape from in the book.

  His knees went weak when he realized that just behind a white wicker screen, no one other than Percy Preston was changing. The ginger wig rested on a mannequin to the side of the massive mirror, and all Reuben could see were graceful limbs occasionally surfacing over the top of the screen.

  Hans once again remained outside, and Erik tugged a stunned Reuben deeper into the dressing room. “Mister Preston, I brought your most persistent admirer with me.”

  Persistent? Reuben moaned. He didn’t want to come off as a creep. Heat and cold washed through his body and only now he registered what was really happening. He would get to meet Percy Preston. If only his mates back in London knew about this.

  His mind went blank when he saw a familiar figure emerging from behind the screen. Dressed in just a pair of fitted pants, he smiled at Reuben and played with his long blond hair. Percy Preston was a god of beauty.

  “Is that huge bouquet of flowers I got from you?”

  Reuben followed Percy Preston’s gaze to the floral arrangement he’d chosen earlier.

  He swallowed and quickly nodded, humbled by the actor’s presence. As much as he wanted to look at Erik for permission, he couldn’t take his eyes off Percy, his makeup-free a face so angelic Reuben wanted to kneel and suck him off then and there.

  Percy Preston smiled and reached out to squeeze Erik’s hand. “It’s good to see you, sir. That’s a beautiful pet you have.”

  Reuben whinnied for attention and took a step closer. How could he possibly communicate just how much he adored Percy? When the actor smiled back at him, his heart melted over a thousand times.

  “Oh, he really likes me.” Percy neared Reuben and placed his fair hand on Reuben’s pec, looking straight at his muzzle.

  “Copper is a friendly one,” Erik said, and Reuben felt him stroke his back. “Well trained and strong.”

  Reuben straightened his back even more despite his plume hitting the ceiling.

  “I loved your performance, Mister Preston.” Erik smiled, hugging Reuben from the side. “Most impressive writing, too.”

  “Thank you. I wrote a large portion of the story, but some parts were a collaboration. I wouldn’t want to claim all the glory to myself. Most importantly, the public loved it.” As he was talking, his blue gaze slid down to Reuben’s erection.

  “I knew you’d like my stallion.” Erik withdrew slightly, and his hands ran up Reuben’s back. “Enjoy your gift, then.”

  Reuben looked around, trying to find what Erik had given Percy, but his focus shifted back to Erik when his master began unbuttoning his horse blanket. Reuben looked back up into Percy’s blue eyes, clear and brilliant as a summer sky in Hyde Park all those years ago. He felt himself flushing when realization slowly crept up to his balls. He was the gift.

  The mantle dropped to the floor, pooling around his hooves and leaving him bare, almost naked considering how tight the leather outfit was. Percy’s face became the center of his universe.

  “It’s a beautiful gift.”

  Reuben looked at Erik, his breath ragged under the muzzle, and he wasn’t sure anymore how he should be reacting. Should he recoil and pretend he didn’t want it? But then again, he might offend Percy, and he’d never get to see his cock. Reuben could bet it was gorgeous, with a lovely pink head, maybe? Curved upwards so he could kiss it?

  “Give us a turn, Copper.” Erik patted his thigh, and Reuben instantly complied, showing off his strong body. He tensed his back and buttocks in a bid to impress. His body was so much stronger, bigger and better nourished than four months ago.

  Percy whistled and reached out for the reins. Erik gave them to him with a small smile before winking at Reuben.

  “Will you be a good pony?”

  Reuben looked back at him and whinnied. His body was on fire already, and Percy pulling at his reins was even more arousing. He loved not having much of a choice, belonging, pleasing, being a part of a bigger plan. He dragged one of his hooves along the floor.

  “Feisty one!” Percy cupped Reuben’s groin. “Will he let me mount him?”

  Reuben snorted and thrust into the hand, but didn’t want to be as pliant as a pony. He was a stallion after all and just happen to love being tamed. He glanced into Percy’s eyes and pulled at the reins.

  “You have to approach him with confidence. So he knows who the master is.” Erik patted Reuben’s bottom, and that one move drove the tail deeper into Reuben’s body, making him open his eyes wider and whine. It seemed Erik needed to remind him who was the god of sex, and his master truly was just that. He could turn Reuben into a panting, jelly-legged mess in no time. And Reuben adored him for it.

  Percy gave Reuben a bit of slack to move around and slowly walked up to him. His hand slid down Reuben’s side, all the way to his knee. Even through the leather, that touch made Reuben’s skin crawl and pressed a choked moan out of him.

  “He likes to be petted, it calms him down,” Erik explained matter-of-factly, and Reuben dived deeper into his ‘Copper’ personality.

  “Where should I pet him?”

  Erik walked across the room and sat in a chair, not bothering to put away several costumes that lay on it. “You’ve got it right with the front, but he mostly likes it on his ass.”

  “Does he?” Percy slid his hand to Reuben’s buttock, setting all the pony senses aflame.

  Erik knew all of Reuben’s secret spots so well. Reuben loved having his ass petted in all sorts of ways. Stroked, squeezed, patted, or even gently spanked and slapped. The way Percy’s fingers roamed over the middle of his buttocks, promising to slide in but not yet doing it... pure bliss. Was he so obvious? How did Erik notice it was his favorite way to be petted?

  Percy was a little taller than Erik, so Reuben put his chin on Percy’s shoulder, trying to breathe steadily in the muzzle. Percy stroked the underside of his as
s, right beneath the tail. Every move of his hand shifted the tail slightly and made Reuben moan in excitement. He loved the feeling of being stretched inside, as if the phallus were melting his inner walls and preparing him for Percy’s prick.

  “Can you show me your nicest gait?” Percy purred, indulging in a firm squeeze to Reuben’s ass.

  Reuben gave a curt nod, but couldn’t get himself to start.

  It was as if Erik read his mind. “You have to step away and stop petting him,” he explained to Percy. “He’s a little greedy when it comes to pleasure.”

  Percy chuckled and gave Reuben’s butt a gentle slap. “Off you go! I want to see a proper stallion walk.”

  Reuben whinnied and started his best parade walk, his knees up high and stomping loudly with his hooves. He wasn’t ‘greedy’, he just really needed the attention. Reuben held up his chin so his hair and plume were presented to their best advantage. He could only thank Erik for making him wear the tail with the smallest phallus, so he wouldn’t wiggle his hips too much.

  “Bravo, Copper!” Erik clapped, and Percy joined him. “Now, trot.”

  It was fortunate that Percy’s room was big enough for that. Reuben did have to go around the screen though. He didn’t mind, as it allowed him to see some of Percy’s personal items. Like his underwear. For a moment, Reuben considered trying to take the undergarment, but then he remembered the muzzle and gave up on the idea.

  “Copper, what are you doing there, silly pony?”

  This was time for some fun! He snorted and hunkered down, waiting to be discovered.

  “Oh, Copper…” He heard some footsteps. He knew Erik’s footfalls so well that he immediately recognized them, but Percy’s sounded pleasant as well. He was barefoot, and Reuben never even noticed that! He needed to be careful not to step on Percy’s toes.

  His face warmed even more as the men approached.

  “Copper! Where are you, silly thing?” called Percy.

  Reuben held his breath and hid behind an armchair covered in clothes. His heart was drumming in his chest.

  “I can see your plume, darling.” He heard Erik’s laugh. “I can’t believe how bad you are at hiding.”

  Reuben whined through his bit and let his knees hit the floor, his calves and thighs too strained from crouching in his hooves.

  “Come on, Copper.” Percy tsked a few times and patted his thigh with Erik’s riding crop.

  Reuben’s eyes stuck to the instrument, and he slowly shifted out of his hiding place on his knees. Erik winked at him, but there was a familiar movement that caught Reuben’s attention. Percy unbuttoned his fly

  “Com’ere, Copper, I have something for you.”

  Reuben swallowed. He wanted to see it so badly! He looked up to Percy’s eyes and then back to his fly.

  “Let’s take that off, Copper,” Erik said with a smile and petted the side of Reuben’s head before unbuckling his muzzle. “I bet you’d love to taste it.”

  Percy pushed his suspenders down and slowly pulled his cock out, making Reuben’s saliva glands work at full speed. The cock wasn’t hard yet, but he loved that the sleeve of foreskin wasn’t too loose, like on some men. It was a good sized prick, and Reuben already longed to see it harden. Percy’s balls were still shadowed by the fabric of the pants, but he’d see them soon enough.

  Reuben inched closer and looked up to Erik in a silent plea to remove the bit. He opened his mouth wide to make his request clearer, but Erik shook his head with a chuckle.

  “Kiss it.”

  The crop licked the side of Reuben’s jaw, and his attention shifted back to Percy. With a deep nasal sigh, he bowed to kiss the cockhead emerging from its sleeve. His lips met the skin of a prick he was yet unacquainted with, and the smooth touch made him shiver.

  “Oh yes, that’s lovely, Copper.” Percy cupped the side of his head and traced Reuben’s cheekbone with his thumb. His stomach looked softer than Erik’s, and made him seem younger.

  Reuben reached out to Percy’s skin with the tip of his tongue, even though it was partially trapped by the bit. He wanted to serve well, and it frustrated him to no end that he wasn’t able to. The skin was smooth and slightly salty, but the sensation was enough to make his insides quiver in anticipation. Would Percy be slow and gentle, or take him like Coal did?

  “That’s it, horse, lap at it.”

  Reuben did his best to fulfill the request, licking up and down the stiffening shaft, but stole a quick glance at Erik. Would his master be excited by watching him pleasure another man? He wouldn’t want Erik to feel left out or unappreciated. Coal was no threat—he was a horse after all—but Percy Preston was all man.

  As if sensing his discomfort, Erik slowly unfastened his own fly and gave Reuben an intense look. Oh, he was enjoying the view. That thought alone would have been enough to send Reuben’s mind into a frenzy, but the scent of Percy’s growing arousal had him shaking. Was it a high pitched moan or more of a whimper? He didn’t know. He tried to embrace the cockhead with his lips and let it slide in as far as the bit would allow. The taste of precome on his tongue made his insides melt. He’d suck up this angel’s spill as if it were liquid clouds.

  The quiet groan from above confirmed that even with his mouth blocked, Reuben had enough skill to impress someone like Percy Preston, someone who surely had men and women alike crawling on their knees to taste his nectar.

  “That’s it, Copper, suck him well. You know how to,” Erik urged him.

  Reuben barely breathed, eager to make his master proud and satisfy Percy all at once. He sucked around the tip, tilting his head from side to side to give Percy more varied sensations.

  From the corner of his eye he noticed Erik idly fondling himself as he watched the performance. As much as Reuben loved the idea of Percy Preston’s cock in his mouth, what truly mattered was for Erik to appreciate him. Would he get to do both of them? He hoped he would.

  Percy tugged on his reins and bucked his hips, trying to force his already hard cock past the obstacle and into Reuben’s throat, but it was impossible. Reuben writhed his head and looked up at Percy with a small moan. He didn’t want the angel to hurt his precious cock on the bit.

  Erik chuckled. “Mister Preston, I believe Reuben’s hole doesn’t feel full enough.” Reuben’s eyes immediately darted up to Percy’s face, and he earned a sly smile from the actor.

  “Does it, Copper?”

  Reuben looked down in embarrassment but kissed the tip of Percy’s stiff cock. He couldn’t wait to know how it would feel inside.

  “Get up.” Percy pulled him up by the reins, squeezing Reuben’s crotch as soon as he could reach it.

  Reuben moaned but followed Percy’s lead, parting his thighs to give him better access. He still couldn’t believe he was being fondled by Percy Preston. Percy pushed him forward, toward a heavy wooden table lined with furs and velvet. They weren’t nearly as fine as those from Erik’s home, but Reuben liked the softness on his skin when his chest hit the tabletop. He could sense where the situation was going and stayed in place, only wiggling his hips.

  “Oh, just look at him, all ready and eager. Good pony.” Erik stroked his back all the way from the neck to the small of Reuben’s back. Strangely, it was the angelic Percy who handled Reuben more roughly, and Reuben screamed into the bit, pressing his hips into the table when Percy gave him a hard slap on the ass. The sensation was insanely pleasurable, even with a bit of pain added to the mix.

  “What a pert rump your stallion has!”

  The strain of his arms, tied tightly in the back, made Reuben’s body hot and sweaty under the leather outfit. He pushed back against the hand with a moan, unable to focus on one man alone. He shifted his legs to move the phallus inside him. It wasn’t deep enough to brush across his sweet spot, and he’d been hard for so long now that his body felt completely drenched under the slippery leather. His balls were so tender he was afraid they would retreat back into his body.

  “So wild again, Copper? He ne
eds to be mounted to be tamed, Mister Preston. Copper gets frisky when he’s not mounted often enough.”

  Reuben played along and writhed his hips harder, only to receive another slap, followed by a gentle stroke of the riding crop up his thigh. “Spread your legs, pony.”

  Erik leaned over the table, slid his hands over Reuben’s head, and nuzzled his face with a giggle. “My Copper’s getting fucked hard today.”

  Reuben squealed, his voice shaky, but he spread his legs obediently. He would have never imagined months ago that he, Reuben Wark, a dumb baker boy, would be the center of attention for none other than Percy Preston.

  His heavy breathing sped up when Percy started unbuckling the back of his outfit, and soon he felt the lick of cool air on his tense buttocks.

  “So freckled!” Percy laughed, and his soft hand stroked the skin on the inside of Reuben’s thigh. The fact that he was all covered up except for the hole on his ass made his face flush. He was easily accessible. The mare for anyone Erik would choose. He let out a low groan when the tail was pulled out. His anus twitched, and he dragged his hooves along the wooden floor, wordlessly begging for Percy to enter him. His eyes teared up when Preston hit the side of his hip with the riding crop. But then Erik was next to him, touching his face. Reuben’s body shuddered when Erik licked one of his eyelids with a groan.

  “Oh God!” He tried to moan through the bit, but knew it would be unintelligible.

  “He likes it rough.” Percy laughed and slid two fingers against Reuben’s tender anus, making him arch his ass up even higher.

  “Why don’t you just put it in, then?” Erik’s mouth closed over Reuben’s eye, and he pulled on his eyebrows with his teeth.

  Reuben whimpered, clenching his eyes not to cry from the intensity of the experience. Percy didn’t even push his fingers in. He pulled them away and slid his cockhead into Reuben’s tender hole.

  “He is shivering. Ready for me, pony?” Percy bent over Reuben’s body, pushing his cock in, and drove Reuben into the table in one move. His body opened up to the prick, stretching much wider than with the small rubber phallus. Reuben whinnied, unable to control his drool.