Flash Fiction Friday

I decided to give you all a snippet from a very naughty story this week called, Jacob's Pony, which is available at Totally E-Bound Publishing.

Blurb:

In a world where man power takes the place of machine power, pony boys are the norm. Can a wealthy land owner fall for his steed?

Excerpt:

Jacob walked to the end of the line and stood before the largest slave. Just then, an enormous black stud, dressed in only a pair of very short shorts and a collar, came running from the stable. He stopped when he got within a metre or so of Jacob and dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. “Sorry, Master, I was tending to one of the field slaves. He’d stepped on something and cut his foot pretty bad.”

“Never mind, Sam,” Jacob said, kindly. “What do you think of these?” He reached out and stroked the wide chest of the man in front of him. It was hot and sweaty, yet the beast’s nipples rose to high peaks. Muscles rippled under the skin, and Jacob was sure he felt the heart beat racing. He slipped his hands lower, caressing the well-muscled belly, and the smooth, fleshy cock thrust towards him.

“Looks very good, Master. You’re a good judge of man flesh, for sure.” Sam climbed to his feet and went to look at the other three ponies.

Sam was the foreman, the top slave who had limited power over the others and kept Jacob in touch with any problems before they became either dangerous or harmful. He was young, blacker than any other man Jacob had ever seen, and unquestionably loyal. He also had his pick of bed-mates from the stables.

Jacob gave the pony’s cock a squeeze and smiled when the flesh thickened instantly. A few moments later, he was holding the fully erect shaft and stroking it brusquely while the beast groaned. Before the slave erupted, Jacob released him and moved to the next. He repeated the procedure, chuckling when the stud gasped loudly at the sudden abandonment. Whether he came or not was completely up to Jacob.

He moved on until he got to the final new stud and smiled when he looked up at the handsome face. This was the one who’d captured his attention. This was the one who made him hard and eager. Tall, his dark hair trimmed so it just touched his shoulders, the rest curling around his face. Brown eyes framed by long, almost feminine lashes peered straight ahead. A deep cleft in his chin was the only thing that the other three studs didn’t have. His wide chest and wash-board rippling stomach drew Jacob’s hands to them. Jacob stroked him, possibly a little more possessively, a little more urgently, and the beast’s cock rose even before it was touched.

“This one’s eager,” he said in a soft, husky voice. His own cock thickened, pushing against the soft material of his underpants.
Sam came to stand beside him and said, “Yeah, he seems to be looking forward to your touch, Master.”

“As all good slaves should.” Jacob slid his fingers around the base of the beast’s cock and squeezed.