cringe.
"But he already knows," the master reasoned, pulling him into an embrace.
Instead of reciprocating that in any way, Reuben scowled. "Fuck. Does everybody in this house know?" He looked away, trying to keep calm.
"Of course."
Anger started building up in Reuben once again. Getting fucked was one thing, but having everybody know about it was another. He was embarrassed that the kind servant who'd given him clothes must have known what would happen. "Are you saying they will all look at me and know I let you stick it in me?" He raised his voice, crawling away as far as he could, which wasn't far at all.
"Depends. The groom and Hans do, but I never cared what they tell others." Erik put his head on Reuben's chest, his hair tickling the hypersensitive skin.
"If you don't care, I bet they tell everyone! Everyone will fucking know what I am!"
"Of course." Erik frowned. "You are my new stallion."
"Don't act as if you don't know what I'm saying! I can't bear shame like that!" Reuben hoped it would soften his new owner's heart at least a bit.
"I'm sure you can," was all he heard in response. "Now give me a kiss, my rough stallion."
"No!" Reuben grunted and clumsily turned to his stomach. He knew that he couldn't win by crawling, but at least he was showing Erik what he thought of his methods!
"I said, kiss me." Erik's voice suddenly went cool.
"You've had enough for today!" Reuben gave a barking laugh, slowly getting to his knees. His thighs and buttocks were too sore to sit.
"Do you really want to make me mad again?" Erik stretched, not even bothering to move.
Reuben glanced back at him. Erik looked really good in the fitted riding outfit. And the black leather one. Reuben was actually curious how he would look naked. "What else can you do?" he said, nonchalantly. "You beat me, you fucked me, the disgusting dick is still in me, and you told all your servants I'm no better than a bunter. What else can you possibly do?" He shook his head and blew air up his face in an attempt to get some of the hair out of his eyes.
Erik was silent for a minute, only to throw his head back and laugh.
"That so funny, you rich pederast?" growled Reuben. This wasn't the response he'd expected.
Erik struck his face, pushed him down and climbed on top of him. His hands went straight to Reuben's throat, pushing against his Adam's apple. It didn't really hurt, but the sensation was extremely unpleasant, as if his throat had swollen and become too tight to breathe. He gagged, terrified that he couldn't use his hands for protection. He writhed beneath his master, bucking and jerking to shove him off like a true wild stallion.
"Copper, stop!" Erik hissed, showing his white teeth. "You do as I say!"
Reuben found it hard to stop struggling, especially with the other man's hands on his neck, but he finally ceased to move, realizing the pressure increased with the power of his rebellion.
Erik exhaled, still straddling Reuben's hips as he withdrew his hands and looked down at him. "I have a lot up my sleeve, so don't make me angry."
Reuben didn't dare say a word, eyes focused on his master. They had been kissing minutes ago, but Erik didn't think twice before assaulting him. It made no sense. The feeling of constant pressure in his ass only added to his agitation. It was only an object, but because of what it symbolized, he felt like it was Erik's cock. Erik sighed, his handsome features softening. "Now kiss me," he urged.
"After all of this?" Reuben whined before he managed to bite his tongue. The two-colored eyes looked at him calmly.
"Yes."
"I don't think I want to." Reuben glared at him, curious what would happen if he refused. After all, he wouldn't die from another slap, and if Erik really wanted a caress, he would just force him into it anyway. In that way Reuben would both get the kiss and not give it.
"I think you want to, if you prefer not to be punished." Erik said impassively.
"Go on. Threaten me. You gonna cane me again?"
"But he already knows," the master reasoned, pulling him into an embrace.
Instead of reciprocating that in any way, Reuben scowled. "Fuck. Does everybody in this house know?" He looked away, trying to keep calm.
"Of course."
Anger started building up in Reuben once again. Getting fucked was one thing, but having everybody know about it was another. He was embarrassed that the kind servant who'd given him clothes must have known what would happen. "Are you saying they will all look at me and know I let you stick it in me?" He raised his voice, crawling away as far as he could, which wasn't far at all.
"Depends. The groom and Hans do, but I never cared what they tell others." Erik put his head on Reuben's chest, his hair tickling the hypersensitive skin.
"If you don't care, I bet they tell everyone! Everyone will fucking know what I am!"
"Of course." Erik frowned. "You are my new stallion."
"Don't act as if you don't know what I'm saying! I can't bear shame like that!" Reuben hoped it would soften his new owner's heart at least a bit.
"I'm sure you can," was all he heard in response. "Now give me a kiss, my rough stallion."
"No!" Reuben grunted and clumsily turned to his stomach. He knew that he couldn't win by crawling, but at least he was showing Erik what he thought of his methods!
"I said, kiss me." Erik's voice suddenly went cool.
"You've had enough for today!" Reuben gave a barking laugh, slowly getting to his knees. His thighs and buttocks were too sore to sit.
"Do you really want to make me mad again?" Erik stretched, not even bothering to move.
Reuben glanced back at him. Erik looked really good in the fitted riding outfit. And the black leather one. Reuben was actually curious how he would look naked. "What else can you do?" he said, nonchalantly. "You beat me, you fucked me, the disgusting dick is still in me, and you told all your servants I'm no better than a bunter. What else can you possibly do?" He shook his head and blew air up his face in an attempt to get some of the hair out of his eyes.
Erik was silent for a minute, only to throw his head back and laugh.
"That so funny, you rich pederast?" growled Reuben. This wasn't the response he'd expected.
Erik struck his face, pushed him down and climbed on top of him. His hands went straight to Reuben's throat, pushing against his Adam's apple. It didn't really hurt, but the sensation was extremely unpleasant, as if his throat had swollen and become too tight to breathe. He gagged, terrified that he couldn't use his hands for protection. He writhed beneath his master, bucking and jerking to shove him off like a true wild stallion.
"Copper, stop!" Erik hissed, showing his white teeth. "You do as I say!"
Reuben found it hard to stop struggling, especially with the other man's hands on his neck, but he finally ceased to move, realizing the pressure increased with the power of his rebellion.
Erik exhaled, still straddling Reuben's hips as he withdrew his hands and looked down at him. "I have a lot up my sleeve, so don't make me angry."
Reuben didn't dare say a word, eyes focused on his master. They had been kissing minutes ago, but Erik didn't think twice before assaulting him. It made no sense. The feeling of constant pressure in his ass only added to his agitation. It was only an object, but because of what it symbolized, he felt like it was Erik's cock. Erik sighed, his handsome features softening. "Now kiss me," he urged.
"After all of this?" Reuben whined before he managed to bite his tongue. The two-colored eyes looked at him calmly.
"Yes."
"I don't think I want to." Reuben glared at him, curious what would happen if he refused. After all, he wouldn't die from another slap, and if Erik really wanted a caress, he would just force him into it anyway. In that way Reuben would both get the kiss and not give it.
"I think you want to, if you prefer not to be punished." Erik said impassively.
"Go on. Threaten me. You gonna cane me again?"
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