The Copper Horse #2 Pride (12 page)

“Well, he was a
powerful stallion” Erik tugged at Reuben’s cock and raised his
head, though Reuben’s eyes were only on his lips.

“But you still
got bored...”

“No.” Erik’s
eyes fell to the cock in front of him. “My brother had him
killed.”

Reuben stilled.
This was not cocksucking-appropriate conversation. “Um, that’s
horrible.”

Erik leaned
closer, burying his nose in the fiery curls of Reuben’s mane.
“Someday he will pay.”

It sounded like
a promise, and Reuben wasn’t sure if he wanted to know any
more.

Changing the
topic seemed a reasonable way out. “So you like big men?”

“Very much so.”
Erik smiled at him.

Despite his
sore ass and Erik’s somewhat disturbing murder plot confession,
Reuben couldn’t wait to have those lips around his cock.

“Yours is
bigger,” Erik said matter-of-factly.

Reuben grinned
at him. “You
do
know how to please a man.”

“What about a
horse?” Erik shifted on the bed and opened his mouth in
invitation.

“That we’ll
have to see about...”

Reuben looked
down into Jacob’s eyes with something dark and sweet as molasses
pooling in his chest. When Erik told him he was getting a present
today, seeing Jacob on his knees, his hands bound, wasn’t what he
was expecting, but he sure wasn’t complaining. Reuben had been a
bit wary in the morning when Jack brought him a simple body-hugging
leather outfit, similar to the ones Erik wore. Now though, as he
stood in front of Jacob, it felt empowering. He’d seen in the
mirror that the getup stressed every muscle of his body, making the
grooves and curves appear deeper, more menacing. Hans was close by
because Erik hadn’t ordered Reuben bound in any way, but his
presence didn’t stop Reuben from smirking. He knew Erik planned all
this for him.  

Jacob was pale,
and there was a big purple bruise just below his left eye. He
wasn’t nearly as outspoken as last time, when he treated Reuben as
a lowly animal.

“I was thinking
about putting a red bow on him, but then again, he isn’t a puppy.
It would have been too tacky, don’t you think, Reuben?” Erik’s
voice was relaxed, as if he were really talking about a gift. It
was exhilarating to hear his own name spoken as if he were someone
important. A free man.

He gently
stroked Erik’s arm and leaned down a bit. “What is it, Jacob? You
don’t want to tell me anything about cocksucking today?”

“You could make
him suck
your
cock, or anyone else’s in the house,” Erik
suggested, and the captive became even paler, cowering at their
feet like a lowly dog.

“I wouldn’t
want to have that filthy lying mouth on any of the servants,”
Reuben said as if they were
his
servants. Jacob didn’t need
to know the details of the arrangement he and Erik had. “I don’t
think I could get it up for him anyway.” Reuben spat in Jacob’s
face. And this time, all the reaction he got was a submissive
flinch..

“What about my
lovely zandy?” Erik’s arm slid around Reuben’s waist, obviously
meaning the sorry creature locked in his backyard.

“What if it
falls off in his mouth? Would he get infected?” asked Reuben. It
would be too disgusting to watch anyone suck off a rotting cock,
but he still wanted Jacob to feel at least some of the terror
he
had to go through because of the bastard’s selfish
actions.

In the light of
day, fully clothed and with Erik’s backing, the terrace in the
garden seemed like a different location altogether. Being human
completely changed his perspective. He could sit on the bench if he
liked and ask John for cake. Erik would not say no. He felt manlier
and more powerful than ever before. He was bigger and healthier
than Jacob, and he could be mistaken for a rich man were he to wear
the right clothes.

Erik shrugged.
“I don’t know. No one’s dared to try, I assume.”

“Please, have
mercy, Ruby! I’m—I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking!” Jacob’s voice
shook as he crawled forward in the most subservient of positions.
Reuben was certain the fucker would take on the offer of sucking
off all of the servants if it meant he didn’t have to deal with the
zombie.

“Oh yeah?”
Reuben growled and grabbed the front of his shirt. “Maybe you
weren’t thinking when you sold me off, but two weeks ago you knew
exactly what you were doing!” He could feel the adrenaline pulsing
in his veins.

“I was drunk,
and with a woman... You understand?” Jacob’s eyes were searching,
pleading. “Please, Ruby... we used to be such good friends!”

Reuben let go
of his shirt and crashed his fist into Jacob’s face. “Fuck you,” he
hissed as bones cracked beneath his knuckles. Jacob fell into the
mud at the foot of the terrace, the force of the blow sprawling him
flat on his back.

“Ruby,
please!”

“No. I’m not an
idiot anymore,” Reuben said and turned to Erik, not wanting to have
anything else to do with the traitor. “Thank you. Can we never see
him again?”

His master gave
him a sweet smile. “Consider it done,” he said, reaching out for
Reuben’s hand. “But now, we have a more pleasing engagement to
attend.”

“Please! Ruby,
I’ll do anything!” Jacob let out a nasal cry, but Reuben didn’t
care enough to look back at the bloodied face. It felt good. He was
powerful. He had never hit anyone before apart from self defense,
and if there was ever a man who deserved it, it was Jacob. His
fingers entwined with Erik’s as they walked inside the house,
leaving the bleeding vermin for the servants. His master hesitated,
but then curled his hand around Reuben’s, gently squeezing.

“Rubyy!” howled
Jacob. “Have fucking mercy!”

“Ignore him,”
said Erik.

“I never killed
anyone, you know, alive....” Reuben sighed as Hans closed the door
behind them.

“I know.” Erik
slowly led him down the corridor, all the way to where he kept the
carts and outdoor tack. Reuben felt a tingle of excitement at the
thought of pulling Erik’s cart again, marching through the streets
with his head high.

“Thank you,” he
whispered again and leaned down to kiss Erik, who closed his eyes,
gently nipping on Reuben’s lips.

“The bastard
deserved it.”

Reuben couldn’t
find the words to explain what he felt, so he got down to his knees
as soon as their mouths parted. From the corner of his eye, he
noticed Jack. His groom had given him a thorough inner cleansing
earlier, so Reuben wondered what to expect. What ‘pleasing
engagement’ was on Erik’s mind this time? Would it be another of
the ‘veterinary examinations’ they both so enjoyed? He still
remembered how intense it was to have his master’s whole hand in
there. Even now his body flushed at the thought.

But they were
in the carriage house, so Reuben assumed that they would be going
out, not fucking. Erik, however, confused him again by pulling on
the straps that held Reuben’s outfit in one piece, unbuckling
everything and pulling the tight leather off his shoulders. Erik
ordered him to get up with just a gesture, and moments later Reuben
was naked, on his knees in front of his master. The thought of
carting through town like this made cold fear drip down Reuben’s
back, but Erik led him to a small closed carriage. It was narrower
than the ones Reuben saw in London, but when its back door opened,
and he saw it was lined with fresh hay, he understood the space was
meant for him.

“Do you want me
to go in there, Master?” Reuben looked up at Erik.

“It’s your big
day, Copper,” Erik said as if he hadn’t heard the question. He put
a halter on Reuben’s head, sealing his mouth with a thick bit, then
added blinders and fake ears.

That piece of
kit always clearly reminded Reuben of his place and what was
expected of him. He voiced his question again, this time with just
a nasal moan as his teeth dug into the bar between his jaws. Now he
was Copper, Erik’s prized stallion. The taste of leather was almost
soothing, even though he enjoyed talking to Erik, too.

“There. Jack
did a good job with you today. You need to shine.” Erik opened a
new wooden box, and from a bed of red satin he took out a pair of
small horse leg-shaped mittens, complete with hooves.

Reuben smiled
behind the bit and moved closer on all fours, to rub his chin
against Erik’s leather-clad calf. He couldn’t care less if Hans was
watching or not. The man hated them both anyway.

“Good pony!”
Erik ran his hand over Reuben’s scalp and squatted in front of him.
“Give me your right front leg, Copper.”

Reuben made a
fist to imitate a hoof and reached it out to his master. His heart
started to race when he noticed Erik’s cheeks blush at this
gesture. Without a word, Erik slipped the hoof-like leather mitten
on Reuben’s hand and fastened it in place with a set of discreet
straps. As the glove slid on Reuben’s other hand, he had to wonder
at the craftsmanship. The mittens smelled intensely of fresh
leather, and the actual hoof part was some dark wood. Reuben put
his hands on the ground, experimenting with how it felt to have
them on. Not being able to use fingers was a new experience that
further added to his gradual transition into an animal. He didn’t
mind in the slightest, eager to go along and experience what it
would be to completely become Erik’s stallion. The sole idea sent a
spark of excitement up Reuben’s cock, and he became even hotter at
the sight of a thick phallus adorned with red hair to imitate a
tail. It would go between Reuben’s buttocks and drive him crazy
until the time Erik was ready to replace it with his own cock.
Nothing felt as good as Erik’s cock.

Reuben spread
his thighs unprompted and stayed still as Jack gave Erik the oil.
Reuben closed his eyes, moving his hips in anticipation. He loved
when Erik touched his ass, sliding those slim, agile fingers
between his buttocks and teasing his anus with just the fingertips
before sliding them in. He couldn’t compare this to anything else.
His master’s touch was always so confident, and most of the time it
was gentle enough for him to enjoy every single stroke. Before
Erik, Reuben hadn’t known being fucked could feel
this
good.
This time Erik didn’t touch the tender nub inside him, just
stretched the hole enough to accommodate the phallus, which he then
shoved in slowly, twisting it every now and again. When it was
lodged in place, Erik gave Reuben’s ass a few more strokes, before
pulling on the reins to lead him into the wagon on all fours.
Inside was just a wooden box, tall enough to accommodate Reuben’s
height on all fours with a bit of extra room for his head, but the
scent of hay was enough to soothe all worries. It was the scent of
safety.

It wasn’t hard
to get used to the hooves, as they had a padding inside, and soon
enough he was inside the windowless carriage, his knees cushioned
by hay. His tail hair brushed against the backs of his thighs and
set his skin on fire. He looked back at Erik, who was squatting
down at the open door with a wide smile.

“Good boy.
Stay.” And with that, Erik shut the doors, leaving Reuben in the
dark. Still, it didn’t feel threatening. Reuben trusted Erik
wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. He could fully embrace
being Copper. He scratched at the door with his hoof and let out a
whinny.

“Good boy. Stay
inside. I’m traveling on top,” came the muffled reply, accompanied
by a knock to the roof of the carriage. They moved forward, and
Reuben stumbled down to his knees.

He laughed
quietly and decided it might be best to stay like that, especially
not knowing how long they would be traveling. The phallus in his
ass made him want to rub against something. It was so good to be
filled in that way, the brush of horse hair against his thighs as a
constant reminder of who he was now. As the vehicle gently swayed
on its way,  Reuben let himself doze off, listening to the
sounds of the vast streets. It had to be market day judging from
all the shouting coming from all directions. Knowing what Erik was
ready to do to win his love made Reuben feel safer than ever. It
was a strange feeling to have something so constant in his life. He
would always get food on time, work was planned, and there was
still time left for play and a good night’s sleep.

Drifting in and
out of sleep, he could hear lots of carriages passing by, and he
wondered where they were, since he had never seen many vehicles in
Bylondon. But then maybe he was a poor judge. Sometimes, he’d hear
a knock on the ceiling, and answered with the same amount of knocks
with his hooves. It was a game for the two of them, and he smiled,
relaxing on the bed of fresh-smelling hay. This trip had to be
something exciting, judging by how pleased Erik has been since
early morning. He even got Reuben a gift.

Reuben still
envisioned Jacob’s broken nose in his mind. Not that he was
bloodthirsty, but the memory made him feel like justice was done.
He never forgot how Jacob asked his kidnappers if he could watch
the carnage in the Pit of the Dead. Fucker. The man was nothing but
trash.

It could have
been boredom, but the trip seemed to last much longer than the
rides they’d taken around Bylondon. When the carriage came to a
halt, Reuben thought they’d been forced to stop because someone
walked into their way, but hearing someone dismount made him
instantly more aware of his surroundings. He got back to his knees
and turned to face the door, but when it opened, letting in just
the dimmed light of this cloudy day, he wasn’t sure where they were
at all. The smell of hay tickled his nose, and from afar he heard a
loud whinny. A real horse.

Erik gave him
an encouraging smile and gently grasped his reins, pulling Reuben
out of the wagon. “Come here, Copper!”