“Hey, Bluefinger!” yelled someone close by as they slowly approached home. Reuben’s muscles and back were slightly sore, but thankfully, Erik didn’t push him to go faster.
Reuben turned his head toward the shout, but paid attention about where he was going. He saw a man in a velvet coat and top hat, who could have passed for a middle class gentleman back in London. The man sat in a small metal cart pulled by a muscled man in simple, brown clothes and a basic gas mask.
“Hey yourself, Dermot,” Erik greeted him.
“Have you heard Gregorovich is trying to change the bad reputation of the anarchists by calling them Humanists? Guess it does sounds nicer.” Dermot laughed and urged his servant to draw the cart closer to Erik’s so that they wouldn’t have to yell.
Erik gently ran his crop over Reuben’s side as he and the servant aligned the carts. “They won’t keep it up. The Dals won’t allow it.”
“Ooh!” Dermot seemed interested in fresh gossip. “Will you try to hunt down Humanist activity in our Bylondon?”
“I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep my life as it is.”
Dermot snorted. “Gregorovich is not keen on sodomites, you think?”
“I think he’s not keen on any kind of pleasure,” said Erik. “All he wants is go to war, and I won’t let anyone recruit my stallion.”
Reuben smiled behind his mask, surprised by that kind of answer. He hadn't thought Erik took things like that, like him, into consideration in such serious matters.
“The problem is his new accomplice.” Dermot’s voice became serious. “Have you read the latest papers?”
Reuben listened on, but then a poster on the wall caught all his attention and he stopped walking. It advertized a new play with Percy Preston, Reuben’s favorite actor. His gaze locked on the blue eyes in the picture. Reuben would recognize the face anywhere, but the long waves of ginger hair surrounding the actor’s handsome features baffled him.
Erik cleared his throat. “Ah, yes, he’s gotten famous. A superior mind. It is a shame he decided to side with a man like Gregorovich instead of someone who would make better use of him.”
“Gregorovich recently declared that Deverell is on the brink of finding a cure for the Plague. Can you even imagine how much that could play in his favor?”
“I am sure there will be someone to help Deverell come to his senses.” Erik’s voice was calm, cool like water under a layer of ice that could crack at any moment.
Reuben kept staring at the poster, completely mesmerized. ‘The Mad Doctor, the Whores, and Monkeys’ was the title of the play, and Reuben had no idea what it could be about.
“Like Frey, maybe? Though I did hear your brother’s methods are more of the... less genteel sort,” Dermot said with a chuckle.
“I honestly don’t care about his methods as long as they get the result I want.” Erik snorted. “I think I’m going to see that play. I believe it could get me some necessary insight about the man.”
Reuben instantly turned his head to his master. God, how he wished he could go! Then it hit him—obviously the ‘mad doctor’ Percy Preston was playing had to be a parody of this Deverell person. After all, Ollie had said that Percy fled London because of persecution for a play that mocked Gregorovich. He wouldn’t just quit after moving to Bylondon. What a brave man he was!
“Yep, taking your ‘insight’ from a farce." Dermot laughed. "Not the best way to go around it.”
“Valuable information can be found in the most obscure places,” answered Erik, and after a brief conversation, he bid farewell to his friend and urged Reuben to trot home.
The chat had given Reuben a moment to relax, so he was ready to show just how much strength he had on their way back. Instead of being tired, his muscles enjoyed the strain, a different kind of exercise than working at the treadmill. He couldn’t wait to hear that he'd done well. Being useful was surprisingly fulfilling, especially when the person he was working for showed him so much appreciation. Before Erik had taken him in, it seemed like all Reuben’s efforts to impress others were doomed. Even his own father had nothing but foul words for him.
Jack let them into the cart room, but Erik sent him away, keen to take care of Reuben himself. The servant complied, exiting the room with Hans.
Reuben watched his master take off his own mask, his handsome face flushed and shiny, hair in a bit of a mess. It felt comfortable not to say anything and just hide behind the mask, free to admire his master’s beauty. But Erik was also a keen observer.
“So... why did you stop by that poster?” Erik put the mask into a box and walked over, gently running his hands over Reuben’s stomach, teasing the tired muscle underneath the leather.
“Oh... I’m sorry master. I saw Percy Preston and got so curious...”
“Is he really so handsome that you forgot your orders?” Erik stroked the long forehead of the equine mask, as if Reuben were a real horse, so he played along, nuzzling his master’s hand. It put Reuben at ease that Erik didn’t sound angry.
He swallowed, hoping with all his heart that he wouldn’t be punished for letting his attention slip. “He is so famous, Master, I got distracted.”
“And much more desirable than anyone else?” teased Erik.
“Um, that’s not how I would have put it,” Reuben said but smiled behind the mask. He had the feeling his reasons were understood.
“How would you put it then?” Erik nudged Reuben’s arms down, wordlessly asking him to kneel. Reuben complied without hesitation, his wrists still attached to the wooden thills. Was it time to suck Erik off? He licked his lips, finding it hard to think about anything else now. There was a beautiful, warm cock hidden underneath all the leather, and it would smell of it, too.
“That... I’m sorry, you’re confusing me, master. I said he is very famous.”
Erik sighed, slowly taking a ribbon out of his hair, allowing it to fall to his shoulders, still slightly curled from the pressure. “How much exactly do you like that man?” Erik slowly unfastened the back of Reuben’s mask, his moves gentle and slow.
I’m a bit obsessed with his beautiful face. “Hmm... I think he has a lot of insight into... things,” he repeated the word he'd heard earlier that day.
“Why?” Erik pulled off Reuben’s mask, leaving his face to cool down. The cart room was big, empty, and eerily quiet with just the two of them here. And as always, he had no idea what to think of Erik’s intentions.
“He does comedy but puts... important things in there... So you can laugh and learn?” Reuben wasn’t sure if it made sense. All he knew was that Percy Preston’s ass made sense in a pair of skintight pants. Reuben took in a few deep breaths, savoring the feeling of unrestricted access to air.
“Oh? You must be a very smart horse to acknowledge that.” Erik put the equine mask into its box and stood in front of his kneeling slave. From this perspective, Reuben had the most perfect view on his master’s crotch, at the cock pressed against that taut stomach under the tight leathers. Just thinking about it made Reuben perspire under his costume.
But he wouldn’t reply to the mockery.
Erik sighed and curled a strand of Reuben’s mane around his finger. “I bet you’d love to see him again.”
Reuben’s heart skipped a beat. “I would very much want to, Master.” He wouldn’t dare ask for it though; that would have been a stretch.
Erik exhaled, gently rubbing his fingers over Reuben’s sweaty scalp, pleasantly massaging his skin. “I am very happy with your performance today.”
“Yes? I did good?” Reuben looked up at his master, anticipating more praise. He liked the way Erik’s leather-clad hands ran over his arms in a kind of gentle massage.
“I am so proud of how much you've learned, Copper. This calls for a prize.”
“It does? Gravy?” Reuben laughed and had to keep himself from kissing Erik’s crotch. Was it just his imagination, or did that cock just get larger?
“You are a perceptive little stallion, Co
pper.” Erik gave him a bright smile and reached for the fastenings at the front of his leathers. The slow, languid way he opened the costume to reveal the skin underneath made Reuben salivate.
Reuben bit back a moan. “Or you’re predictable, master.”
“Are you saying I’m not challenging enough for you?” Erik took out his prick, his black hand pumping it slowly inches in front of Reuben’s face.
That question did make Reuben hesitate. “N--no,” he managed, focusing on the cockhead. By now, his own dick was pulsing, trapped against his thigh. It was problematic, as he usually tried to will the excitement away until he was touched, so it wouldn’t look like he was getting hard just from being on his knees, shackled to a cart.
“But you like your daily gravy.” Erik smiled, spitting on his hand and massaging the saliva into his cock, taunting Reuben deliberately with that purple, shiny head, teasing the big vein with his thumb as if he wanted to stress its importance.
“I do what is expected of me,” muttered Reuben, his gaze on the single drop of fluid forming at the tip.
Erik sighed, gently combing Reuben’s mane with his other hand. “Then I expect you to be grateful for your prize.”
Reuben nodded and leaned in to run his tongue along the underside of the cock. He couldn’t wait to suck on that hot flesh. It smelled of leather and sweat, and he wanted to keep it in his mouth forever. That cock had become so familiar during the last month that he no longer choked on it, greedily accommodating it in his throat and drinking all it would give him. He held on to the wooden thills and looked up to see Erik’s face. He rarely suffered of gag reflex anymore, so he reveled in the feeling of this fragrant dick slowly pushing into his mouth as he played his tongue around it. He groaned when Erik rolled his hips in a shallow thrust, the cockhead sliding over Reuben’s soft palate and into his throat. Erik’s bright eyes darkened by at least a shade, his brows furrowed, mouth slack as he looked straight into Reuben’s face.
Reuben’s whole body was sweating in its case of leather as he slowly moved his head away, only to take the cock in deeper. He loved that salty taste, and even being just a hole his master used for pleasure. Erik must have sensed his readiness to be used and slowly took over the job, holding Reuben’s head in his hands and rocking into him, massaging Reuben’s throat in ways that made them both painfully hard. Reuben voiced a few pathetic nasal whimpers as he did his best to make his throat available, smooth. He didn’t care about all the drool spilling down his chin. Erik would usually clean him after a fuck, which was a pleasure in itself.
It started out as a slow rhythm, Erik sliding deep into Reuben’s mouth in one smooth stroke only to pull out completely or sometimes let Reuben suck on the cockhead. With each passing minute though, Erik became more frantic, thrusting harder, quicker. His head was rolling back every now and then, and the fair hair cascaded down Erik’s back so beautifully Reuben couldn’t stop staring.
He loved to hear his master moan, knowing it was his doing. By the time Erik got more aggressive, Reuben could barely breathe through his nose and gripped the thills so hard his knuckles whitened.
“Drink it all up, Copper...” Erik’s words sent a shiver down his spine, making Reuben arch and greedily swallow the creamy seed.
The fact that he couldn’t reach out and grab his own cock sent tremors of arousal all the way down his body. He didn’t even notice when tears streaked down his cheeks from having the cock in so deep. The way Erik’s prick pulsed on his tongue as it shot deep into Reuben’s throat made his whole body ache with need. He wouldn’t mind having the tail in him just for the sake of being penetrated at the other end as well.
“Ohh fuck, my lovely Ruby...” Erik used Reuben’s shoulders for support, pushing down on Reuben as he swallowed each salty drop, like a good pet would. The sole thought of a tail deep in his ass made Reuben’s balls tighten. Only then did Erik's words reach him. ‘Ruby’? Did he know his real name?
Erik dropped to his knees, gathering Reuben in his arms and drawing him into a fierce kiss. He groaned, sucking on Reuben’s mouth, tracing his teeth with his tongue, grinding into him. Shivers racked Reuben’s body when he reciprocated the kiss, his mouth still adjusting to not being pushed apart so wide. Erik cupped his crotch, squeezing hard and biting Reuben’s lips at the same time.
The sensation sent Reuben into a frenzy of moans as he rutted against the slim hand. It was beyond embarrassing that he actually fantasized about his master’s fingers between his asscheeks. His lips were trembling and available to Erik, who opened Reuben’s fly in one swift move and yanked his cock out. It only took a few quick strokes over his sweaty prick for Reuben to come. His breath was shaky, and he had to support his head on Erik’s shoulder, as he smelled the fresh sweat from their outing and sex.
It was so good to be held, gently stroked, kissed on the temple, listen to sweet words whispered into his ear.
“You’re the most precious jewel.”
“You know my name?” Reuben muttered, too exhausted to even open his eyes yet.
“Your name?”
“You called me ‘Ruby’...”
Erik was silent for a long moment, never stopping his gentle ministrations. “Is that what you used to be called?”
“Reuben... some friends called me ‘Ruby’,” he whispered straight into his master’s ear.
“That’s a beautiful name. You must miss it.”
Reuben considered that for a while, taking his time to suck on Erik’s earlobe and roll it between his teeth. “I’m not that man anymore. I’m not a baker, and I’m not Reuben. I’m yours.”
Erik moaned, yanking Reuben’s head back by the hair to ravage his lips, pressing into him as if he wanted to eat him alive. Even if Reuben wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to move away, so he gave in to the kiss with full intensity, happy, spent and tired. It made his heart thump faster to see Erik so passionate about him.
“I bet you’re hungry,” Erik said when he finally pulled away and looked into Reuben’s eyes with a soft expression.
“Yes, for more than gravy, I’m afraid.”
A youthful giggle escaped Erik’s mouth before he gave Reuben one more kiss and leaned down to reattach Reuben’s wrists, freeing him from the cart. Strangely, it felt more embarrassing for Reuben to have only his penis on display now than it did when he was fully naked, but he tried not to act silly in front of his master.
“Don’t worry, I feel exactly the same. I could kill for a decent steak.”
“At least you don’t have a taste for horse meat.” Reuben smiled and nuzzled his hair.
“I do. I just rarely swallow the meat itself.” Erik grinned, finishing to attach the second cuff to Reuben’s thigh and gesturing at Reuben to get up.
“That’s a start.”
Erik smiled, gently tucking Reuben’s cock into his pants as if it were a baby bird that had fallen out of the nest, before fastening the garment. He didn’t bother to cover himself, though. “Shall we?”
“Showing off?” Reuben followed him, curiously glancing to the prick hanging out of Erik’s pants like a banner.
“We are enjoying the fresh air,” Erik told him, voice completely serious. He opened the door and went into the corridor, ignoring Hans’ disapproving look, just like he always did.
“Is that a ‘we’ for you and your prick?” Reuben burst out with laughter.
“Well, you have to admit he has a personality of his own.” Erik turned his head just enough for Reuben to see him wink.
Reuben couldn’t help the smile in the corners of his lips as they walked all the way to the dining room. “Yeah, he’s a bit stiff.”
“You certainly made him relax. He hurts all over when he gets stiff and there’s no one to give him a massage.”
“Poor dick. It’s good you take such good care of him.”
“I have you to do just that.”
From the dispassionate look on John’s face, Reuben concluded it wasn’t the first time Erik had come to d
inner with his cock hanging out.
“Oh, how useful I am.” Reuben rolled his eyes and let his gaze linger on the handsome footman. He felt much more confident now that he was wearing the leather outfit.
The footman met his gaze with an expression that revealed nothing whatsoever. He didn’t seem jealous, but Reuben sure hoped he was! It was no secret in the household that John used to sleep with Erik.
Reuben took his place by the feeder, not wanting to look like he was slacking, but he was also ready to fill his stomach properly. His blood froze when he noticed Erik gently tracing his fingers over John’s forearm.
Erik didn’t still sleep with him, did he? Reuben watched them curiously, trying to relax his muscles. He was sure he would sleep like a baby after all he’s been through since yesterday. John nodded to Erik and quickly went to the tube he used to communicate with the kitchen.
Erik took a small spoon and used it to gently clink on a wine glass. “How are your muscles?” he asked Reuben.
“Fine, just a bit tired.”
Erik smiled, pulling back for John to fill his glass. “We need to keep you in good health.”
“Why? You wanna do a health check again?” Reuben barely managed to keep a straight face, remembering the way his master had touched him all over only to finish the amazing experience with his hand in Reuben’s ass.
“Not tonight, my eager Copper!” Erik smiled and drank a sip of his wine. “But I will see to it before we breed you.”
“M... me? Do what?” Reuben frowned, and his focus went to Erik’s glass, or rather the delicious alcohol it contained.
“We’ve talked about it before, dummy.” Erik smelled the wine, sticking his nose into the glass. “Making a little foal...”
“And how would that actually work?” Reuben took a step closer to his master. “Can I have some?”
“No, you can’t have any wine.” Erik was calm, quiet. Only his eyes told Reuben not to cross the line, so he sighed and got back to his empty feeder. For over a month now, he’d been as sober as a public school boy. He could have used a drink yesterday when he was cold and afraid, shunned by his master.
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