“Shh, it’s okay, darling,” Erik said in between kisses. He pulled out a white handkerchief and used it to dry Reuben’s mouth just before Preston yanked his head back with the reins, driving all the way in with a gasp.
“Copper is so well trained, Mister Dal,” Percy panted between thrusts, forcing Reuben back on the stiff rod by pulling on the reins. The deep nasal breaths were unstoppable. Erik hadn’t fucked him in such a rough manner for a good while now.
“He’s exceptional.”
Erik’s words made Reuben’s eyes water, and he wailed through the bit. The pounding was so delicious they pushed him to the edge of consciousness. He had no control over his body whatsoever, used like a chained mare.
Percy grunted behind him with every slap of skin against skin. “That’s so good. Now push your ass back on my cock, tight, horny pony.”
Reuben looked up at Erik with a moan. He wanted to be sure his master was watching as he slowly pushed back and forth, riding Percy’s prick. A slap of the riding crop landed on his thigh.
“Faster,” Percy gasped, but to Reuben everything paled in comparison with the intensity of his master’s gaze. The blue and brown of Erik’s mismatched eyes drew him in, locking him in the limbo of pleasure in which he couldn’t come but was unable to do anything about it. Those eyes hypnotized him, and at the same time made them feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered to Erik.
Reuben tried to push back against Percy faster, with rhythm of the crop hitting his thigh. He clenched his buttocks on the cock to offer his rider more pleasure and gave Erik a breathless smile. His master petted the feathers of his plume with one hand and his own cock with the other. He winked at Reuben and leaned forward to bite into Reuben’s cheek. His voice harmonized with Percy Preston’s, who at that moment pulled all the way out before slamming back in at full force.
Reuben whined, hammered into the table. By the way Percy’s cock throbbed, he guessed the pleasure was soon to end. On the other hand, his own prick felt lonely and neglected, leaking precome into his outfit. He cried out when Preston pushed Reuben’s face against the fabric and slammed into him a few final times. Reuben’s body gave a violent shudder when he felt warmth spread inside.
Though the cockhead pushed at his sweet spot a few more times, it wasn’t enough for him to finish. He prayed for Erik not to make him wait until getting home. It only hit him then, when Percy laid on top of him, that the man smelled of apples. Sweet apple pie.
“You’re so beautiful, Copper.” Erik’s voice was velvety smooth, and the way his fingers traced Reuben’s scalp was incredibly soothing. Even with his balls so tight, despite Preston’s cock slowly sliding out of him, Reuben could think of nothing else.
“I wanna!” he whined through the bit, even though it was painfully useless.
Percy slid his fingers between Reuben’s buttocks and lazily rubbed the tender anus with his fingertips. “What a mount, Mister Dal. I’m envious.”
Erik laughed. “Get off him.”
Percy pulled back and gave Reuben one last slap. “It’s hard to resist such a pretty pony.”
The touch made Reuben shiver and almost cry out. Not from the pain, from the overall tenderness he felt all over his body.
Erik fell back into his chair and called Reuben over with a gesture. “Come here, darling. You need some help.”
Reuben looked at him with a moan. His weakened knees could be a hazard to walk on.
“What is it?” Erik winked at him and rubbed his own cock, teasing Reuben.
He took a long breath and slowly turned to his back on the table.
Percy laughed and petted Reuben’s stomach. “He’s adorable!”
“Don’t. He’s mine.” Erik got up and hurried around the table. “Go kiss him.”
Reuben was so excited at the thought of Percy Preston kissing him that he looked up instead of admiring both men upside down. A kiss? From Percy Preston? Was this heaven or what?
The actor already tucked his cock back into his breeches, though he didn’t bother to button them up yet. “Like this, Mister Dal?” Percy leaned down and gave Reuben’s lips a peck.
Erik grinned. He unbuckled the front of Reuben’s outfit and slid his hand in, going straight for the cock. “What do you think, darling? Is Percy giving you enough?”
Reuben instantly snorted to show his disapproval.
“Am I, Copper?” Preston grinned breathlessly, digging his fingers into Reuben’s cheeks. “Now?” Percy asked and sucked on Reuben’s bottom lip. The sensation was otherworldly, even if Reuben’s lip was still a little tender from the tattoo.
Reuben instantly imagined having his cock sucked like that. And then there was a warm, wet mouth on his cock. He could always recognize the delectable touch of Erik’s mouth on him. Hot, tight endless pleasure.
He moaned into Percy’s lips, knowing he wouldn’t last long. Erik knew exactly how to please him. Reuben arched his hips up into the beloved, willing mouth while Percy’s tongue ventured between his upper lip and gums. It slid along, smoothly exploring all of Reuben’s mouth. Erik was not up for teasing. His lips slid up and down the shaft, caressing it with a rounded motion. The gentle suction and agile tongue that kept pushing at the underside of the cockhead made Reuben see stars. It wasn’t long until he thrust his hips into the wet heat a few more times, coming with a long exasperated moan. His ass was still tender from the fucking, and Reuben reveled in the thought that it was none other than Percy Preston’s spill oozing down his buttocks. Their mouths locked again, and he groaned into the actor’s mouth. Percy was so beautiful Reuben wanted to cry. He doubted Percy would ever fuck him again.
But with Reuben’s knees so wobbly after his orgasm, Hans might actually need to carry him home. He bit down on the leather in his mouth and grinned at the thought.
Chapter 14
Erik’s house was as lively as a marketplace on Sunday. Laborers strolled back and forth through the corridors, carrying fancy decorations, some so big that they required two or three men. Erik was agitated and drank far too much coffee for it to be sensible, but he seemed determined to orchestrate the perfect spectacle for his guests. He’d been out and about since breakfast, and Reuben was there to assist him with a bit of relief from the stress.
They were now in the garden, which was being transformed into a magnificent palace with two rows of golden columns erected to support layers of transparent fabric that served as a makeshift ceiling. A group of men was building an elevated stage at the center, along with a raised walkway leading through the garden all the way from the grand door to the house. Along the walls, beautiful trinkets and furniture were gathered to disperse once the setup was finished, and on the walls themselves hung grand tapestries depicting animals with strangely human features. Some were fighting, others locked in violent embraces with humans or one another.
Center stage at the very end of the garden was a statue of a horse covered in gold paint, its eyes made of blue crystals. A long horn grew from its forehead, and the mane and tail alike were sprinkled with glittering red glass. It was so magnificent that Reuben’s heart leapt every time he looked at it.
“Why are the palm trees not here yet?” Erik asked a young, flustered man who organized the event for him.
“Sir, the merchants had problems in London. Because of Gregorovich’s disappearance, the police are on high alert. But they will arrive on time, I assure you!”
Reuben kneeled on a pillow by Erik’s armchair, curious to see each new delivery. He’d never seen things so grand, so magnificent and expensive. There was fruit he’d never even heard of and cookies in unimaginable colors.
“This is a disaster. I need those trees to complete the scene.” Erik exhaled, and his hand reached to a silver platter in his lap. Reuben’s eyes immediately followed the movement, and he scooted close, waiting for his treat. Erik had been feeding him the most gorgeous apple pie today.
“Sir, I will not sleep, I will not leave, I will not eat until
they arrive. This party is my priority,” the man vouched, a hand on his heart.
Reuben opened his mouth, eager for another bite of the pie. Mister Fry was the master of cookery, a true artist of the stove.
“And I want a plume on the statue in the center. Silver,” Erik said. He turned to Reuben with a small smile. “Open up, darling.”
The organizer stared at them for a moment, as if he’d forgotten how to speak, but he resumed talking when Reuben looked into his eyes as he chewed the pie. “How about white though? It would go with the setup. We could have a mix of ostrich and peacock feathers.”
Erik sighed and looked at Reuben. “What do you think?”
“I will have a white plume, right, Master? It would match mine,” Reuben said with enthusiasm and a full mouth.
Erik stared at him for a long moment, and eventually nodded. “My horse is right. Make it white then.”
Reuben whinnied and shook his mane with glee. The sides of his head had been shaved yesterday, so he felt refreshed and as horse like as one could feel.
“I’ll make arrangements then,” the man said and quickly walked off. As he passed them, for a moment he leaned closer, as if he wanted to pet Reuben’s head on the way but then sped up.
“You like it, Copper?” Erik gave him one more bite of pie. “It will all come alive when you appear.”
“Will there be a competition, Master? Will people like me?” Reuben nuzzled Erik’s hand, and the cool, slim fingers immediately cupped over his cheek.
“Of course they will. No person in their right mind would dislike you. I’m sure you’ll win.”
Reuben smiled at him before munching on the pie, but when he turned to have a look toward the house, he noticed Mister Evans huffing and puffing on his way toward them.
“Mister Dal, Mister Dal,” he uttered breathlessly.
Reuben felt sorry for the elderly gentleman having to exert himself this way.
Erik frowned, and his hand moved to the top of Reuben’s head. “What is it? I am very busy right now.”
“It’s a letter from your brother, sir. The messenger said it was beyond urgent.” Mister Evans tried to catch his breath as he extended the envelope.
Erik’s fingers twitched and he reached out for the envelope, leaving Reuben’s head with just the memory of his touch. He ripped the paper and pulled out a single page.
“Is everything all right, Master?” Reuben was eager to know and nudged Erik’s thigh with his nose.
A deep, guttural sigh left Erik’s mouth, but he smiled at Reuben. “We lost the honey farm. No more Dal honey for ponies,” he said with an exaggerated scowl.
“Honeyhill is lost? Oh, that is terrible, Master! Are we poor now? Do we have to move out to the street? Do I need to sell my jewelry for us?” Reuben’s breathing quickened. He’d do that for Erik, he’d do anything to stay with his master.
Erik stared at him, but eventually shook his head with a tight smile. “No, darling. It would take much more than loss of a single farm to leave us homeless. Do not worry your pretty head.”
Reuben let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, good. I got so worried. That would be a horrible thing, Master. And before your birthday, at that.”
Erik leaned down, and his smooth lips brushed Reuben’s forehead. “I need you to go back to your stable. Jack will start grooming you for tomorrow.”
Reuben nodded as Erik helped him get up, and after one more bite of pie, he was sent off to the house with Mister Evans holding the reins. The last thing he heard from the garden was a high-pitched screech: “The palms have arrived!”
*
Reuben relaxed against the sloped edge of his bathtub. One of the lesser servants poured in hot water, and he was feeling mellow and pleased at the sweet-smelling mixture of milk and spices that were meant to soften his skin.
“It will be the greatest party Bylondon has ever seen,” he said, repeating what he’d heard from the organizer. Jack was just getting the tools necessary to tend to his hooves. Reuben’s whole body was freshly shaved, smooth and sensitive, and there was milk with strawberries waiting for him at the side table. There was no place better than Erik’s house.
“So I’ve heard,” said Jack, pulling out Reuben’s foot at the other end of the tub. He started gently working on his nails, completely focused on the task at hand. “Are you very nervous?”
“I’d say I’m more curious than anything else.” Reuben looked to Jack’s pale face. The boy needed to get out more. “Master Erik said there will be many guests with all sorts of pets.”
Jack nodded, biting on his lip as he pushed back the skin around Reuben’s nails. “It is quite a lavish affair. Maybe too lavish for the times.”
“Huh? How come?” Reuben ate another strawberry.
Jack raised his eyes at him. “It will draw attention to our master. With Gregorovich gone and Humanists on the move, it’s not safe.”
Reuben waved his hand dismissively. “Master Erik has the respect of everyone in Bylondon, and the protection of the Dal family.”
“Things like that don’t always last forever, Reuben.” Jack reached for the nail clipper.
“Why would you say that? Everything is going wonderful. I think Master Erik really wants to keep me for a long time.” Reuben smiled at the memory of Erik fucking him in the stable just yesterday. It was before the shaving, and Erik had scolded him for being such a dirty, unkept pony, but it was all good fun. Reuben had had his head in the hay when Erik fucked him from behind. Then his master had come all over Reuben’s back and rubbed it in, claiming it would make Reuben cleaner.
“I’m sure he does.” The sound of the clip snipping through the nail sounded strangely final. “It’s his future I am concerned about. The people are afraid of what’s gonna happen.”
“I don’t understand.” Reuben frowned, focusing on Jack’s eyes. There was something off about his groom today.
There was a prolonged silence looming over the sweet-smelling water like a stormy cloud waiting to unleash the lightning. Jack clipped all the toenails and started massaging the foot. “I... there’s unrest all over the city, and now that Gregorovich has escaped, he is a threat to the Dals. No one knows what’s gonna happen.”
“I’ve heard one of the Dal farms has been taken over. The one with honey.” Reuben pouted.
Jack shook his head. “I tell you, Reuben, be prepared to make a run for it if things get out of hand.”
“A run for it? But what about the master?” Reuben swallowed, and the water suddenly felt cold.
Jack looked at him over the still surface of the water. “If something happens, there will be nothing any of us can do. If Hans can protect him, they will flee, leaving everyone else behind.”
Reuben felt uneasy at that notion. “Wouldn’t he need his pony?” he whispered.
Jack put the foot back under water. “I... I’m sure he’d love to take you with him if that happens, but you need to make plans, too. Just in case.”
“What plans can I possibly make? I have nowhere to go.” Reuben didn’t like how that sounded.
“You have precious jewelry. It could work out.” Jack swallowed, staring at Reuben across the tub. “Maybe you could even reunite with Erik. If you wanted to, that is.”
“Jack, I don’t know how to do much more than what I do here. When I’m his pony, I feel like I’m worth something,” Reuben said, looking down to the water and playing with his fingertips. His body seemed washed out and blurred in the tinted water. “Like I’m important, valuable. I’m just scum like anyone else out there in London.”
“You could find someone else to take care of you.”
“I can’t be anyone else’s.” Reuben swallowed and changed his position in the water to be closer to Jack. He grabbed his top lip and lifted it to show Jack the tattoo. “I belong to him.”
Jack stared at him for the longest moment and eventually shook his head. “Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said all that.”
Reuben leaned back
against the tub. “I will be alert.”
“All right then, let’s get you properly groomed. We need to make the master proud, don’t we?” Jack asked with small smile.
Reuben slowly nodded. “I need to win and be his champion tomorrow. I can’t bring him shame.”
Jack reached into the water, fishing out Reuben’s other foot. “Let’s work then.”
*
Reuben woke up, startled by a thud and some rustling behind the wall of his stall. He realized he’d fallen asleep waiting for Erik. It was odd, because no matter how busy Erik was, he always found a moment to say goodnight. Was it him out there? If so, Reuben needed to look presentable.
He lay on his back, letting the blanket fall from his naked shoulder, but it wasn’t Erik’s voice he heard. It was Jack’s.
“Another two fled the house yesterday, like rats escaping a sinking ship. It’s so hard to pretend everything is fine.”
“You need to live in the moment, Jack.”
Reuben blinked, recognizing the slightly raspy voice of Mister Fry, the cook.
There was a moment of silence before Jack spoke. “I’m not like you. All my life I’ve been in someone’s care. I have no idea what I’d do if it all fell apart.”
“Oh, come on, boy. I wouldn’t leave ya hangin’, would I?” Mister Fry laughed, and there was another rustle of clothes.
Jack let out a gasp. “I know, it’s just so overwhelming.”
“Just don’t stray too far away from me, boy. Who knows? Maybe it’ll all blow over.”
Jack took a shaky breath, and something soft fell to the floor. “I’d never stray away from you.”
Reuben pulled up his blanket, feeling like an intruder into Jack’s intimacy, but then again it was his stable. He just didn’t expect Jack and Mister Fry to be so close. Suddenly, he wasn’t all that comfortable. The hay was too hard, the blanket too thin, and he felt out of place.
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