eye.
“Um, I like to
feel needed. Like a I have a purpose.” he muttered.
“You like
carrying me through the streets,” agreed Erik. He reached back and
placed the bag back on his ass.
“As long as you
don’t take my— never mind.” Reuben sighed, still remembering the
humiliation and fear of yesterday. “I said I’d forgive you.”
“For ten blows.
I took twenty,” Erik reminded him, not without pride.
Reuben lay down
next to him, on his stomach. “I’ll try to find pleasure in being
your pony.” Through submitting to the caning, Erik took some of
Reuben’s burden. After all, he’d promised to try not to hate being
a pony. He could do it more freely now that he struck the deal with
Erik. His master’s mismatched eyes watched him in the dim light of
the closed bed.
“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.
“Um, I like to
feel needed. Like a I have a purpose.” he muttered.
“You like
carrying me through the streets,” agreed Erik. He reached back and
placed the bag back on his ass.
“As long as you
don’t take my— never mind.” Reuben sighed, still remembering the
humiliation and fear of yesterday. “I said I’d forgive you.”
“For ten blows.
I took twenty,” Erik reminded him, not without pride.
Reuben lay down
next to him, on his stomach. “I’ll try to find pleasure in being
your pony.” Through submitting to the caning, Erik took some of
Reuben’s burden. After all, he’d promised to try not to hate being
a pony. He could do it more freely now that he struck the deal with
Erik. His master’s mismatched eyes watched him in the dim light of
the closed bed.
“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.
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