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left without his protection. During their outings Erik
would always leave him guarded or just unbuckle him from the
carriage and take his pony wherever he himself was going. But
Reuben couldn’t pretend to be invisible anymore. With his head
pulled back between his shoulders as much as possible, he
reluctantly looked around at the small crowd gathered to watch
Bluefinger’s pony unmasked. And Jacob was there of course, staring
at Reuben’s face with amused disbelief.
    “Are you crying?” His
mocking voice cut through to Reuben like a knife.
    “Hans, we’re going,”
said Erik, walking up the stairs to a small storefront.
    Reuben looked away,
breathless, all pride that he had in the extravagant outfit and
showing off his strength—gone. He sniffed, trying to stop the tears
as quickly as possible. He assumed that with Erik’s position, no
one would dare hit him, but he was vulnerable to taunts and
touch.
    It didn’t take much
time for it to start. A boy, clearly dared by his friends, walked
up to him with a silly smile on his dirty face. Reuben’s gaze
followed him from behind the curtain of red locks which at least
spared him some of the shame, but didn’t even consider moving when
the child approached him from the rear and lifted his tail with a
laugh. Reuben hated the world so much right then he could die.
    “It’s not coming out
of his ass,” declared the boy to the amusement of the crowd.
    “What did Bluefinger
do to you to deserve such disobedience?” mocked one of the women,
brushing her hand over Reuben’s arm.
    “I’d say it’s pretty
obvious!” Jacob’s laugh tore through the mush that now was Reuben’s
brain. His polished shoes slowly emerged from the crowd as he
walked up to Reuben.
    It was no use to
pretend they didn’t know one another anymore, and Reuben slowly
turned his head toward the fucking Judas. If he only weren’t
shackled. With his new strength he could have broken the traitor’s
bones. He tried to mumble something but quickly stopped, realizing
he was just sounded ridiculous with the bit in his mouth and drool
dribbling down his chin.
    “Oh dear, does someone
have a napkin?” Jacob’s companion came close, only to squat down.
Her hand moved straight to Reuben’s crotch, cupping it as if it
were her God-given right. “My God, I can see everything under that thing!”
    “Bet it pleases
Bluefinger!” yelled another woman, laughing through the gaps in her
teeth.
    “There, there, don’t
cry Ruby,” Jacob mocked him, drying his face with a dirty
handkerchief.
    Reuben tried to move
away from both of them, but the chain was only long enough for him
to take one step. He growled something behind the bit, powerless to
do much more.
    “Why, you should be
grateful he spared your miserable life.” Jacob snorted, touching
the top of Reuben’s head as if he was petting a domestic animal.
“Your father has already forgotten about you, and here at least you
have a purpose.”
    “I doubt this has a
purpose, right?” said his friend, poking the tip of Reuben’s penis
through the tight leather of the pants, making him want to curl
into a ball to protect himself, but he couldn’t even do that .
    “Yeah, I’m sure it’s
his ass and mouth being used. Huh, Ruby? How many times a day do
you suck cock to stay alive?” Jacob’s smile was malicious, and
Reuben felt himself tearing up again. This was his private
nightmare, one from which he couldn’t wake up. He flinched away
from the touch on his cock, ashamed to hear Jacob’s words. How
could Erik have done this to him after all they’d shared? Left him
here without the mask so everyone could mock him? And he had no
illusions—everyone in Bylondon knew what Bluefinger did with his
‘horses’. They all knew he drank his master’s spunk and had his ass
plowed for another man’s pleasure.
    “Did he take that crop
with him?” asked a girly voice, and Reuben felt a hand groping his
ass through the leather. The crowd was