not to see what Jack was doing. The boy gave
Reuben an insistent look. He wanted to know what was going on, but
Reuben wasn’t sure himself. He shrugged and held out his hands,
though he found it hard to look Jack in the eyes. The boy deserved
better than his lies.
“Um, do you
want any other services, Master?” asked Jack, but his eyes were
clearly on Reuben when he fastened a cuff to Reuben’s hand and
chained it to the bedpost.
“No, Jack, we
want to be left alone.”
“Don’t worry.”
Reuben smiled at him so the boy wouldn’t bite off all off his
fingernails in the corridor.
Jack chewed on
his lip, but left with a slight scowl.
“What a
nuisance,” muttered Erik, wiggling his butt so that it faced away
from the fabric.
“What is?”
Reuben’s gaze went to the bowl, and he grabbed the ice.
“That boy. He
worries too much. I don’t think you’re going to hurt me. Unless he
knows something that I don’t.”
“I already hurt
you,” Reuben raised his eyebrows and gently put the ice on Erik’s
ass. His master stirred with a soft groan.
“I guess I
haven’t fed you yet today.”
“You know, all
that whipping does make a man hungry.” Reuben was comforted that
they were now on the same boat, both bruised and sore.
“Tell Jack to
bring you food if you want.”
“Jack!” Reuben
yelled out, still holding the bag on Erik’s ass. When the boy
rushed in,
Reuben asked
for fruit, nuts, whipped cream, and ice cream, without any
complaint from Erik. “See what I did there?” He snorted when Jack
left without even looking at him. “ Whipped cream. Whipped
and white like yar ass.”
“That’s the
most amusing thing I’ve ever heard. You should consider a career in
comedy,” Erik said in a neutral tone, curling his toes.
“Maybe by Percy
Preston’s side?” Reuben chirped, carefully moving the ice to Erik’s
other buttock.
“How much
exactly do you like him?” Erik shot him a questioning glance from
beneath a few strands of golden hair falling across his face.
“I—” The
question caught Reuben off guard. “I mean, I just think he’s a
pretty funny man.”
“Hn.”
Reuben pouted
and pretended nothing happened. Erik thought for a moment before he
spoke again.
“So, when else
aren’t you angry at me?”
Reuben bit his
lips. “I suppose I don’t hate it when you suck me off.” He
assumed it would be appropriate for any man in his position.
Erik burst out
laughing, and the rapid moves of his body made the ice bag slide
down his buttock. “I’ve been told I’m quite good at it.”
Reuben could
feel himself going hot. “Lots of practice?”
Erik looked at
him over his shoulder, his face partially obscured by the
sun-colored hair. He smiled. “I like it.”
A shiver went
down Reuben’s spine. He did too, loved sucking Erik and making him
moan. But he didn’t have the courage to admit to such a sinful
thing. He wasn’t as shameless as Erik. “Have you thought of having
someone like um... Jack, or John as a pony? You know. All the
servants are--”
“I don’t want
them as ponies.” Erik grimaced and pressed his face into the
pillow.
“Why?”
“I don’t want
them. I just don’t. It’s not something I can’t explain.”
“And... um...”
Reuben traced Erik’s back with icy fingers. “What about... if you
paid someone? Whores would do a lot, and you wouldn’t have to
shackle ‘em.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
Erik snorted. “And I don’t want a whore. I want a pony.”
“Why not? Why
not a whore?” Reuben sighed and painted circles on Erik’s back.
Erik gave a
long, shuddering sigh. “I can’t train a whore to be a pony. They
would just pretend that I succeeded. And I want someone to discover
the pleasures of being my mount.”
Reuben watched
the back of his head, unsure of what to say. “The pleasures,” he
mumbled.
“Yes. There are
pleasures, aren’t there, Copper?” Erik looked at him with his blue
eye. Reuben liked the blue
Reuben an insistent look. He wanted to know what was going on, but
Reuben wasn’t sure himself. He shrugged and held out his hands,
though he found it hard to look Jack in the eyes. The boy deserved
better than his lies.
“Um, do you
want any other services, Master?” asked Jack, but his eyes were
clearly on Reuben when he fastened a cuff to Reuben’s hand and
chained it to the bedpost.
“No, Jack, we
want to be left alone.”
“Don’t worry.”
Reuben smiled at him so the boy wouldn’t bite off all off his
fingernails in the corridor.
Jack chewed on
his lip, but left with a slight scowl.
“What a
nuisance,” muttered Erik, wiggling his butt so that it faced away
from the fabric.
“What is?”
Reuben’s gaze went to the bowl, and he grabbed the ice.
“That boy. He
worries too much. I don’t think you’re going to hurt me. Unless he
knows something that I don’t.”
“I already hurt
you,” Reuben raised his eyebrows and gently put the ice on Erik’s
ass. His master stirred with a soft groan.
“I guess I
haven’t fed you yet today.”
“You know, all
that whipping does make a man hungry.” Reuben was comforted that
they were now on the same boat, both bruised and sore.
“Tell Jack to
bring you food if you want.”
“Jack!” Reuben
yelled out, still holding the bag on Erik’s ass. When the boy
rushed in,
Reuben asked
for fruit, nuts, whipped cream, and ice cream, without any
complaint from Erik. “See what I did there?” He snorted when Jack
left without even looking at him. “ Whipped cream. Whipped
and white like yar ass.”
“That’s the
most amusing thing I’ve ever heard. You should consider a career in
comedy,” Erik said in a neutral tone, curling his toes.
“Maybe by Percy
Preston’s side?” Reuben chirped, carefully moving the ice to Erik’s
other buttock.
“How much
exactly do you like him?” Erik shot him a questioning glance from
beneath a few strands of golden hair falling across his face.
“I—” The
question caught Reuben off guard. “I mean, I just think he’s a
pretty funny man.”
“Hn.”
Reuben pouted
and pretended nothing happened. Erik thought for a moment before he
spoke again.
“So, when else
aren’t you angry at me?”
Reuben bit his
lips. “I suppose I don’t hate it when you suck me off.” He
assumed it would be appropriate for any man in his position.
Erik burst out
laughing, and the rapid moves of his body made the ice bag slide
down his buttock. “I’ve been told I’m quite good at it.”
Reuben could
feel himself going hot. “Lots of practice?”
Erik looked at
him over his shoulder, his face partially obscured by the
sun-colored hair. He smiled. “I like it.”
A shiver went
down Reuben’s spine. He did too, loved sucking Erik and making him
moan. But he didn’t have the courage to admit to such a sinful
thing. He wasn’t as shameless as Erik. “Have you thought of having
someone like um... Jack, or John as a pony? You know. All the
servants are--”
“I don’t want
them as ponies.” Erik grimaced and pressed his face into the
pillow.
“Why?”
“I don’t want
them. I just don’t. It’s not something I can’t explain.”
“And... um...”
Reuben traced Erik’s back with icy fingers. “What about... if you
paid someone? Whores would do a lot, and you wouldn’t have to
shackle ‘em.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
Erik snorted. “And I don’t want a whore. I want a pony.”
“Why not? Why
not a whore?” Reuben sighed and painted circles on Erik’s back.
Erik gave a
long, shuddering sigh. “I can’t train a whore to be a pony. They
would just pretend that I succeeded. And I want someone to discover
the pleasures of being my mount.”
Reuben watched
the back of his head, unsure of what to say. “The pleasures,” he
mumbled.
“Yes. There are
pleasures, aren’t there, Copper?” Erik looked at him with his blue
eye. Reuben liked the blue
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