“That would please me.”
“I know it would, you pervert!” Reuben laughed and moved closer to poke his arm.
“My first pony loved it.”
“Huh? How come?”
Erik shifted, putting his cheek on his forearm. “It was he who suggested this kind of play.”
“He wasn’t ashamed of it?” Reuben swallowed, completely amazed by the concept.
“No.” Erik smiled and for a moment, his strange eyes became soft. “He was a proud, beautiful stallion. Absolute perfection.”
A pang of jealousy teased Reuben from the inside. Could he ever be like that? Proud? He wanted to be ‘absolute perfection’ in his master’s eyes. “Did he ever tell you what he liked about it?”
Erik shrugged. “He liked being cared for and praised.” His mouth curved into a smile. “He loved being fucked.”
That man sounded so familiar it scared Reuben. That was what he wanted: to be good at something and be praised for it, then end the day with a good rough fuck. If that was also what Erik wanted, so why was it so hard to admit his own secret passions to him? What Reuben liked about being a ‘horse’ and wearing all that gear was forgetting that he should be embarrassed. The moment the tack was on, Reuben was replaced with Copper, and he was free to be the loveliest pony. Free to nuzzle and kiss. After all, an animal didn’t know any better. It would do what the master wanted.
Erik’s voice brought him back to reality. “He made this... ah, saddle, and then I could ride on his back. He’d carry me through our garden at night when there was no one there to see, and then I’d suck him off somewhere between the trees.”
Erik’s voice was hypnotizing like a jewel swinging on a gold chain, and Reuben listened in awe. He wanted that. “Do you want me to carry you some day, Master?”
“Of course. That’s why you need to gain more muscle, Copper.” Erik slowly reached out to touch his bicep and squeezed the muscle with two fingers.
“I thought that was just for your viewing pleasure.”
“No. If I only wanted the look, I’d take a boxer, not a horse.” Erik slid his fingers up Reuben’s arm and then down his side.
“Are you saying a boxer looks better than me?”
Erik’s face split into a wide grin. “You’re getting there.”
“I work hard.”
Erik smiled, tracing the muscled plain of Reuben’s stomach, slowly swirling his fingers through the red bush on his groin. The hair that had been shaved for parasites had now grown back, and Reuben was glad his master liked it where it was, because the stubble had itched like hell.
Erik tickled the underside of Reuben’s chin and said, “You know, when I was still a boy, I often came in my pants just from sucking his cock.”
Reuben’s lips parted, as he was bewildered by such a shameless confession. Just the thought of it sent sparks of excitement down to his own prick. “Y... you did?”
Erik’s gaze was almost innocent when he cupped the hardening flesh between Reuben’s legs. “Most often when he spilled down my throat. He was too far gone to be careful, and I let him.”
“You liked that?” Reuben whispered, taking a shuddery breath. He loved Erik’s hands so much. Such skilled fingers! Maybe it was the ink embedded in the skin that made them so wonderful.
“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...”
Chapter 5
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!”
He started making his way out on all fours but looked around, unsure of what to make of the place. They were in a pebbled courtyard surrounded by tall white walls. Too tall to be anywhere in Bylondon. The chilly September air made Reuben hunch his shoulders, but he got to his feet at his master’s gesture.
Hans shook his head behind Erik’s back, but Master didn’t pay it any mind, instructing Reuben to make himself presentable. Reuben wasn’t sure what was the best way to do that, but he straightened his back and held his forearms closer to his chest in an imitation of a horse rearing up. If Erik’s expression was anything to go by, he hit the jackpot.
“Gods, you’re so beautiful.” He leaned closer, petting Reuben’s flaccid cock. That was exactly what Reuben had been waiting for, and he nuzzled his master’s arm without changing position. The moment was broken by the sound of someone walking straight toward them. It was a young man wearing breeches with an open shirt. From what Reuben could see, he was fairly handsome, despite thinning hair.
“Bluefinger! You’re finally here,” he said with a smile before taking Erik in his arms.
Reuben looked up, curious as to who they were meeting, and the man returned his gaze.
“And who do we have here!” He clasped his hands, eyes glistening with curiosity. “What’s his name? Poor thing must be cold; let’s go inside.” The man grinned and petted the shaved side of Reuben’s head. Only now Reuben realized that he was completely unbothered by his own nakedness. Just like Erik always said: animals didn’t have shame. And he was a pony.
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