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

by K. A. Merikan

  Reuben sucked on the bit, intent on putting on a show for Erik. Despite Drago’s weight, he managed to rise to his elbows and knees, giving the crowd an even better look at his own engorged cock. When Drago’s split tongue traced Reuben’s ear, he bucked away so hard the man’s prick slid out. The crowd cheered, but Drago screeched in anger and gripped Reuben’s hips to reposition his cock between his buttocks. Reuben whinnied, snorted, and threw his mane to the side, shaking golden dust all over the leather.

  This time, Drago didn’t risk giving him too much freedom and dug his nails into the flesh of Reuben’s hips. Now that they weren’t a novelty anymore, the nubs were starting to sting Reuben’s ass, even more so that the sound of Drago’s balls hitting Reuben’s ass was like rapid rainfall: hard, fast, heavy. Reuben moaned, falling down with force and speed. The dragon’s hands squeezed tighter and tighter as his guttural moans turned into growls.

  Reuben knew he wouldn’t last long, his prick throbbing, the nubs sliding into his heated hole, the cockhead aggressively brushing against that sensitive spot inside. Even the painful scratches wouldn’t keep him from coming.

  “Look, he’s riding that pony like a mare,” someone said, and there was a distinct slapping noise of someone jerking off close by.

  “Good, Copper, good, take that cock, milk it,” said a gentle female voice. Reuben whinnied in reply, bucking against the dick inside him until he felt the thrusts shorten, quick, and sloppy with come. He whimpered into a hand stroking his cheek. It was all so intense he could feel the approaching orgasm on his gums, yet it wasn’t yet there.

  He moaned when the cock left his body, and immediately something wet trickled down his balls. He dragged his front hooves over the mattress, desperate to come too, but all those warm hands were there to help. He could hear new people ascending the stage, stomping over the wood just to reach him. There were so many of them. Grabbing, stroking, gently scratching, petting. Someone massaged his scalp while someone else’s thumb circled his wet anus. Questing fingers playing with his scrotum while two separate people battled for control over his heavy, impatient cock.

  Reuben straightened his arms to stand on his front hooves proudly. He spread his thighs wider to give the strangers access. It didn’t matter who touched him as long as it was pleasant. His hole throbbed, still remembering Drago’s thick cock, but then a gloved finger slid in there and pulled on the flesh, opening him up for view. “Look at all that spunk,” some guest hissed, and when another hand pulled on Reuben’s prick, he came with a shattering force, bucking against the hands like a horny stud.

  He came to, his face on his forearms, still on the mattress, but with fewer people around him. The silence was so deep in a room that had so recently been noisy that it made his ears ring. Two persons were still petting him, one scratching him behind the ear, while the other massaged his ass, but the one person he needed to see now wasn’t there. He would recognize the touch of Erik’s long fingers anywhere.

  He raised his head, feeling warm and heavy, but he didn’t want to just fall asleep so far away from his master, who looked at him from his throne with a proud smile. One raised hand was enough to put Reuben into motion, and he started a slow crawl down the wooden aisle, lit so bright in contrast to the tables and seats around it. It was a path to his master’s boots.

  He reached them with a few tiny whimpers and kissed the hard leather all over, hoping he’d pleased Erik even if he had lost. All his muscles ached for was sleep.

  Erik exhaled and tsked, calling for Reuben to raise his head. When he did, the smile his master gave him was so brilliant, so full of passion and devotion Reuben felt his eyes sting. “Darling, you were so brave fighting that big bad dragon. I’m so proud of you, my ruby...” He was holding Reuben’s tail.

  Reuben inhaled deeply and licked his master’s hand through the bit before turning around with his ass up high.

  “Ah, good pony. You gave a great show,” Erik said as the phallus slid in without any hindrance, and the tail brushed over the back of Reuben’s thighs. Erik patted Reuben’s buttock.

  Fucking Drago had been great, but at the end of the night, he loved that familiar feeling of Erik’s hands and the hairs of the tail on his legs. He turned around to kiss his master’s thigh and went to the side of the throne on his hands and knees.

  “Tired?” Erik guessed as Reuben pressed the huge pillow into a more comfortable shape. His front hooves were perfect for the purpose.

  He looked up at his master and nodded before flopping down to the pillow with his face turned toward the stage. Erik announced another battle to begin, but Reuben was beyond caring as he clung to the pillow as his skin suddenly lost warmth. Before he forced himself to ask for something, a warm blanket landed over him like thick mist, soon followed by a familiar hand in his hair.

  Now that he had everything he needed, Reuben dozed off.

  Chapter 17

  “I could pay a thousand pounds for him and add a maid.”

  Reuben heard the words, but hardly understood what was going on around him. His cheek was on the pillow, and Erik’s fingers kept brushing his mane. He loved waking up to the smell of Erik’s leather. If only he could do so more frequently. That rich, thick smell tugged on his cock and baited him to lean closer to the warmth of Erik’s thighs and start their day with some cocksucking. He wondered if it would be enough for Erik to come if he sucked on those heavy balls through the costume.

  Erik’s laugh was like a caress trailing down Reuben’s back. “I would not part from him for less than a thousand and a half. And you know I don’t care for maids.”

  Those words grabbed Reuben’s attention, and he opened his eyes instantly. Erik would sell him? But he gave him a ruby, a tattoo. Erik said he’d keep him forever.

  “Well, he does seem to have a well-trained hole. What else can he do?” asked the gentleman in the blue morning coat who had praised Reuben throughout the party.

  Erik’s fingers traced the outline of Reuben’s ear. “He can pull carts, work a treadmill, and he can be ridden. I trained him well.”

  “I like to watch. I could get other men use that hole of his on a regular basis.” The man took a deep breath, and Reuben scrambled to his knees, desperate for Erik’s attention. This wasn’t what he wanted.

  “I like doing that occasionally.” Erik smiled at Reuben and pulled on his reins. “And he enjoys it, too.”

  “I’ll raise it to twelve hundred pounds and a man servant. How about that?” The man gave Reuben a curious look.

  Reuben’s breath hitched, and he nuzzled Erik’s knee with little whimpers. Was he not good enough? Was this because he’d lost the battle with the dragon?

  Erik snorted. “What is it? You’ll get paint all over my legs, silly,” he said, but there was no malice to his touch. If anything, it was tender and soothing. Was this the calm before the storm?

  Reuben shook his head violently, spreading glitter all over. He moaned through the bit, trying to convey how much he didn’t want to be sold. What a good horse he would be, were he allowed to stay!

  “What?” Erik brushed the back of his hand down the side of Reuben’s face, setting the skin aflame, even through the thick layer of paint.

  Reuben let out a snort, looked to the stranger in accusation, and shook his head again. His heart was pounding in his chest like mad. Not now. Not now that they had begun to understand each other so well.

  “Really? You want to try out my friend’s cock?” asked Erik, petting Reuben’s nape.

  Blue Morning Coat sighed with the smile frozen on his face.

  Why did Erik not understand? Not being able to speak was so distressing sometimes. Reuben could hardly breathe fast enough through his nose. He whinnied and shook his head once more. In a final attempt to show how much he didn’t want to be sold, he began crawling away from Erik.

  His master’s face remained unchanged as he sipped some wine from a crystal glass. “I am appalled. Is this how badly you want to leave me?”
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br />   Reuben scratched the carpet with his hoof and nudged Erik’s calf with the heavy unicorn horn. It was Erik who wanted to sell him in the first place.

  “Maybe eleven hundred is a better price. He is quite unruly,” said Blue Morning Coat with a pout.

  Erik’s odd-colored eyes stared straight into Reuben’s as he held the reins. There was a silent strength in them, something people who didn’t know Erik the way Reuben did wouldn’t notice. It wasn’t cruelty. Erik was a survivor, a strong man for these tough times.

  “No. He’s a good beast. Dedicated and loving, like the dog that stayed by its master’s grave and died of hunger.”

  Reuben nodded with a sniff and moved back closer, trying to convey his distress with only his eyes. If Erik died before him, he would bring flowers to his grave every day. The mere thought brought tears to his eyes.

  “No? You don’t want to leave?” asked Erik, slowly spreading his thighs. His eyes wandered to Blue Morning Coat with something akin to an apology. “Ah. I’m afraid he wouldn’t love you the way he loves me. It would be a bad investment, don’t you think?”

  Reuben caught quick breaths as he crawled to safety between Erik’s thighs and rubbed his master’s groin with his lips, eager to show what a good pony he was.

  The stranger groaned. “Tease.”

  Erik chuckled and pulled Reuben up and into his arms. “Guilty.”

  Reuben exhaled. So it was a trick? A game? Erik wouldn’t sell him? Reuben struggled up and rubbed his cheek against Erik’s, only remembering about the white makeup when he saw the smudge on his master’s skin.

  “You are an evil man, Erik Dal,” Blue Morning Coat muttered, but all Reuben cared for was Erik. He couldn’t stand the thought of being abandoned like a sick donkey he once saw in the docks. The beast had been already dead, and dogs were feeding on its flesh, ripping it apart bite by bite.

  “Only to those who can stand it,” Erik answered, hugging Reuben tighter. He smelled of birch water, and Reuben couldn’t get enough of that scent.

  Reuben didn’t hug him back, only because he didn’t want to cover Erik in paint. It was Erik’s birthday after all, and the last thing Reuben wanted was to embarrass his master. But Erik didn’t let go. He gently pet Reuben all over, brushing his hands over skin that was thirsty for his touch like a field during drought.

  When Erik leaned in and nuzzled Reuben’s ear, it was as if thousands of ants crawled all over Reuben’s body. “Are you tired, my stallion?”

  He nodded, careful not to hit Erik with the horn. The nap he’d had was nice, but all the hustle and bustle of the party had him worn out as well.

  The welcoming arms supported him in every possible way, sheltering him from all the people who could possibly hurt him.

  “We could celebrate in private.”

  Reuben whinnied to show his enthusiasm as Erik helped him up. His master was so small in comparison to him. Especially when Reuben was in hooves, yet Erik always seemed strong and firm despite his size, as if he could take all the responsibility in the world.

  Erik didn’t even look at his guests, who were still celebrating with expensive foods and wine. From the corner of his eye, Reuben could clearly see some of them fucking, but all he wanted to think about was his kind master.

  Erik pulled on the reins and led Reuben toward the door where Hans was waiting for them, motionless and firm as a marble statue. He wasn’t needed. Reuben would never hurt Erik, but he understood that in their positions, full trust from Erik could never be achieved. He tried not to think about it, and instead focused on Erik’s ass in leather.

  In comparison to the garden, the corridors inside were quiet and dark. The carpet muted the clomping of Reuben’s hooves, and he was surprised when they went to the stairs, ignoring the way to the stable where Erik usually fucked him. What could this mean? Did Erik just want to go to sleep? Regardless, Reuben’s skin was burning when they reached the second floor under the scrutiny of dozens of equine eyes staring at them from the walls.

  Even though Reuben had come some time ago, his master’s closeness and the tail in his ass were awakening Reuben’s senses again. He playfully nudged Erik’s back with his front hoof.

  Erik gave him a wide grin, and the bright glint in his eyes was so sincere, so unguarded, that Reuben almost stumbled forward in his hooves. “What is it, darling? Ready to make foals?”

  Reuben’s eyes widened, but he slowly nodded. Erik had assured him that it was definitely impossible for him to ever bear foals, but right now Reuben would have Erik’s babies. He’d love to take Erik’s seed inside and be closer to his master than ever before. Not to mention he would get to eat for two.

  Erik turned on his heel and pulled Reuben’s head down. Their lips met over the bit, and Reuben was overwhelmed by the tenderness of his master’s lips. They were so perfect, gentle and caring, like Erik himself. He would follow him into the slaughterhouse if needed.

  But Erik only led him to his lavish bedroom, to the beautiful bed and golden statues. Reuben wasn’t sure what to make of it. He’d only been to Erik’s bedroom a few times, and they had never properly had sex here. Sweat beaded through the makeup, and Reuben was afraid he’d make Erik’s beautiful bedding dirty if he lay down on it. Would they do it on the floor, or would Erik let him bathe beforehand?

  Hans closed the door behind them, and the hinges creaked so loudly, it felt as if they had just crossed a barrier that offered no return. Reuben’s skin broke out in goose bumps when the giant of a man stayed in the room, resting his back against the door. He’d always felt uncomfortable about Hans watching and tried to forget his presence. Fortunately, with Erik it was easy to forget the whole world, not to mention a puny person like Hans.

  Erik stared at Reuben, stepping back as if he were pondering the details of a sculpture. His ink-stained fingers moved to the knot of the shawl he had been wearing all evening. Would he undress? Reuben would love to see him naked. Erik was always so handsome and clean. The scars on his face only gave him more character, just like the small moles over his pale skin here and there.

  Reuben smiled behind the bit and whinnied in appreciation.

  Erik’s hands stopped for only a second before the shawl fell to the floor. “Do you like what you see?” he asked, his gaze intense as he slid off the leather jacket.

  Reuben did. Erik was a sight to behold, and one Reuben never got bored of looking at. His cock was interested already, and considering tonight’s events, there was no use for Reuben to try and hide it.

  Topless, Erik toed off his boot, but his eyes never left Reuben’s. There was a flush to his cheeks and pale chest as he circled Reuben, losing the other boot, and then fumbling with the belt. It was almost like a mating dance of some exotic bird species. Reuben straightened and pulled his front hooves up to his chest to look like an even more imposing unicorn. With his chin up high, he lost sight of Erik, only aware of the steps his master was taking. The sound of leather sliding off skin was music. He did love his master’s leathers, but nothing could possibly be better than touching his smooth naked skin. The steps softened as Erik approached Reuben barefoot, eventually stopping so close behind him that Reuben could feel the heat radiating from him.

  “You’ve grown so much,” whispered Erik. His touch was a shock to Reuben’s system, skin on skin, Erik hugging his hips and pressing his face between Reuben’s shoulder blades. Reuben couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face as he murmured his happiness to Erik. He had been always quite big, but in Erik’s hands he had truly become a stallion. Firm, muscular, with broad shoulders and thick thighs. Erik traced his hands up and down Reuben’s back, caressing it gently, but then came a slight snap, and Reuben realized his master was unbuckling his harness. Did he not want Reuben to be a unicorn anymore?

  It wasn’t like Reuben had much else on anyway, but having everything taken off felt strangely baring. Wasn’t a groom supposed to do this? Reuben’s heart skipped a beat when the harness clattered to the floor. Its
pressure was replaced by a series of kisses, which Erik ghosted over Reuben’s naked skin.

  “Turn around for me,” whispered Erik, already moving his hands to Reuben’s hips.

  Reuben snorted and shook his mane as he gave Erik a twirl, happy to present himself as a show pony. He took a deeper breath at the sight of Erik’s naked body, already impatient to have another cock inside him. The one that counted.

  Erik smiled and pulled on the reins, but instead of leaning in for a kiss like he usually would, he undid the fake ears on Reuben’s head, only to close his fingers around the horn. “I want a special treat tonight, Copper.”

  “Hn?” Reuben leaned down to make it easier for Erik to reach his head. What perverse activity could his master possibly dream of after all that he’d already seen at the party? Whatever it was, Reuben was ready to comply. But his stomach tensed when the bridle loosened around his head. He had the urge to hold on to the bit with his teeth, but it was no use, and it came off, along with the horn. Immediately he felt more naked than ever before and wasn’t sure what to make of it. He automatically pulled his hooves closer to his chest, as if that could hide him in any way.

  Erik reached out and took them in his hands, making Reuben think of them as hands as well. It was all sorts of confusing, and when Erik unfastened the first strap on his wrist, Reuben’s knees wobbled. “Do you want to ask me something?”

  Goose bumps appeared all over Reuben’s arms as Erik pulled off the first hoof. It was as if his voice was trapped in his throat. Communicating with his master through gestures was so much easier and natural by now. “I-- I…” his voice was raspy and unfamiliar.

  Erik massaged Reuben’s wrist, rubbing circles with his thumbs. “You’ve made me very proud today,” Erik whispered without looking up. “I don’t think you know just how much.”