I slip into the stables via the side door, closing it gently to stop the old hinge from squeaking. It’s taken me minutes to creep across the distance from the house in the dusky pre-morning gloom, doing everything I can to not wake the bastard up, but I should be safe here. He built the walls thick.
Kairos nickers as I approach, but I shush him and rub the horse’s nose to calm him as I look about for tack and saddle. The bastard will be fucking pissed off when he finds I’m gone, so might as well make the most of it. I eye his favourite saddle with a smirk.
“Eat shit, Dad,” I murmur, feeling a thrill run down my spine at the words I’d never dare say to his face. “You don’t control me,” I add, but that one doesn’t land quite as neatly. It’ll take more than one joyride to shake that feeling. Well. Got to start somewhere.
I grab the saddle and throw it over Kairos, doing up the straps as I imagine riding free of the farm, galloping down the road until both the house and the bastard inside are just dots in my dust. If I can spend just one day with Landro, not once having to look over my shoulder in case the bastard is on his way to ruin things, it will be a good day. He’ll make me pay when I get back, but he can’t take away the time we’ll have spent toge—
“Going somewhere, boy?”
I jump—hard—as the words seem to form right next to my ear. A tiny whimper escapes before I can control myself, and I whirl to see…nobody. I press back against Kairos, but a soft click from the shadows makes the horse trot obediently over to a patch of darkness, leaving me standing alone. I clench one hand into a fist—pointless, but it’s all I have—and try to swallow my lungs back down into my chest.
“Yeah. Going…going out.” I summon every inch of spine I have. “None of your business to where.”
“It’s all my business, boy.” I hate how his growl makes me feel. “Keeping you from making stupid fucking choices is my whole business.”
“F-Fuck you! I’m a fucking adult, and I—”
The laugh is loud and mean, and I am ashamed at how easily he puts paid to my assertion of manhood. A hand glides from the shadows to stroke Kairos, who nuzzles back, and a few moments later he steps out into the low light to give me a good look. He looks like he just got up: practically naked and more than half-aroused. The monster horsecock I did not inherit slaps lazily between his thighs as he steps deliberately closer. Giving me time. Making sure I see every single inch of him and his outfit. He’s got riding leathers on, but the ones he uses when he has fags over for breeding. They just cover part of his thighs, leaving the crotch fully exposed. The upper body has just a harness on, and he’s holding a riding crop like it’s an extension of himself.
His eyes take me in with a lustfulness that makes me slide two hands over my crotch despite my clothing.
“Don’t cover yourself up, boy,” he murmurs. “I’ll have that all off soon enough anyway.”
My heart thuds in my chest. “I’m going, and there’s nothing you can—”
“You want to spend time with some other small-dicked faggot out there, is that it?” He lowers the riding crop, tucking it under his massive cock and lifting it like a side of beef. “Talk about clothes and how big your daddy’s cocks are?” He leers at me and shakes his fat dick in my direction. “Mine’s bigger.”
“I…I don’t want—”
He strides forward suddenly, snapping a hand forward to grab me around the neck and pull me in to him. I can smell the musk on him, of hay and cum and horse. “Yes you fucking do, faggot,” he snarls. “I let you have your fun, but now you’re wasting my time with this independence bullshit.” His other hand gropes at me, grabbing my shirt and ripping the material to expose the lithe, toned body beneath. “I’m going to fuck you, boy,” he snarls softly, breathing me in. “And because you’ve been such a fucking bitch about things, I’m not going to use lube this time.”
I can’t speak properly around the hand wrapped fully around my throat. I push back against him, but it’s a breeze against a brick wall. When his hand slides down to fondle my small cock, hot shame floods me. He chuckles, low and mean and horny.
“See…you’re already hard, boy. Because you are a faggot. So I’m gonna have to remind you why you don’t need anything else in life…” He licks his lips. “Except your dad’s big prick.”