Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun had barely begun to dip below the horizon, but the stables were already cloaked in shadows, the air thick with the scent of sweaty horses and fresh hay. Abel loved this time of day, when the sun was still warm but the air held a hint of the cool night ahead. He was brushing Chestnut, the family’s oldest and most docile horse, humming softly to himself. The rhythmic motion was soothing, and he took comfort in the familiar task.
The sound of hoofbeats echoed through the stable, and Abel looked up, startled.
He hadn’t heard anyone else around. A tall figure stepped into the stall, his shoulders barely fitting through the doorway. He was a stranger to Abel, broad and muscled, with a mop of dark curls and a smattering of stubble across his jaw. He wore the same stable uniform as the other hands, but his presence was different, commanding.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the man said, his voice a deep rumble. “I’m Ricard, the new stablehand. Just getting acquainted with the layout.”
Abel swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
He wasn’t used to the presence of strangers, especially not ones who looked like they could crush him with a single glance. He managed a weak smile, trying to hide his nervousness.
“No problem,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m Abel. I help out here sometimes. You just started, right?”
Ricard nodded, his eyes scanning the stall. They landed on Abel’s chest, and he raised an eyebrow. Abel quickly crossed his arms, trying to hide his large breasts. He’d always been self-conscious about them, especially around strangers.
He wasn’t used to the presence of strangers, especially not ones who looked like they could crush him with a single glance. He managed a weak smile, trying to hide his nervousness.
“No problem,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m Abel. I help out here sometimes. You just started, right?”
Ricard nodded, his eyes scanning the stall. They landed on Abel’s chest, and he raised an eyebrow. Abel quickly crossed his arms, trying to hide his large breasts. He’d always been self-conscious about them, especially around strangers.
He tried to change the subject, forcing a chuckle. “So, you’re from the city, right? Must be quite a change, coming here.”
Ricard’s gaze lingered a moment longer before he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, it’s different. But I like it. The peace, the quiet.” His eyes flicked back to Abel, lingering on his arms, now crossed tight over his chest. “Though I’m not sure about the horses. They’re a bit… loud.”
Abel snorted, a sound that was half laugh, half nervous giggle. “Oh, you get used to it.
They're just wanting attention, really,” Abel said, trying to keep his voice steady. He uncrossed his arms and continued brushing Chestnut, hoping the horse would hide his discomfort. “So, how do you like your new job so far?”
Ricard leaned against the stable door, his arms casually crossed over his chest. He watched Abel for a moment, his gaze roaming over his body in a way that made Abel's skin prickle. “It's good. I like working with animals.
It reminds me of home,” Ricard said, his voice dropping a little, as if recalling a cherished memory.
Abel, trying to hide his discomfort, focused on brushing Chestnut. “Where’s home for you?” he asked, hoping to keep the conversation going.
“A little town near Barcelona. Not much there, but it’s where I grew up,” Ricard replied, his eyes never leaving Abel. “And you? You’re from around here?”
Abel nodded, feeling a blush creep up his neck. “Yeah, I grew up in the city, but my family has this country house.
I spend a lot of time here,” Abel said, trying to keep his voice steady. He could feel Ricard’s gaze on him, and it made him uncomfortable in a way that was both unsettling and exciting.
Ricard pushed off from the door, taking a step closer to Abel. Chestnut shifted slightly, sensing the change in energy. “So, you like it here? The quiet and all?”
Abel nodded, his breath hitching slightly as Ricard closed the distance between them. “Yeah, it’s peaceful. I like the animals, too. They don’t judge,” he said, trying to keep his voice light.
But his words came out shaky, his heart pounding in his chest as Ricard’s large form blocked out the light from the stable door.
Ricard smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Abel’s spine. “Animals are good like that,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “They don’t judge by appearances.”
Abel’s breath caught in his throat. The way Ricard said “appearances” made it clear he was talking about more than just the animals.
Abel’s cheeks flamed, and he looked down at Chestnut, desperate for something to focus on besides Ricard’s intense gaze.
“Yeah,” Abel managed to choke out, still brushing the horse mechanically. “They just… take you as you are.”
Ricard’s hand reached out, gently lifting Abel’s chin up until their eyes met. Abel’s heart thudded in his chest, but he didn’t pull away. There was something in Ricard’s eyes that kept him rooted to the spot.
It was a hunger, a primal need that both terrified and exhilarated Abel. He could see the desire burning in Ricard’s gaze, and it made him feel both vulnerable and desired in a way he never had before.
“And what about you, Abel?” Ricard asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Do you take people as they are?”
Abel’s breath hitched. He knew what Ricard was asking, what he was implying. He could feel the heat radiating off Ricard’s body, could see the way his eyes lingered on Abel’s chest, his hips.
It was a level of attention Abel had never experienced, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
“I… I guess I try to,” Abel stammered, his voice barely a whisper. He was acutely aware of his own body, of the way his large breasts heaved with each quick breath, of the way his wide ass pressed against the stable wall. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but also oddly powerful.
Ricard’s hand drifted down from Abel’s chin, tracing the line of his jaw before coming to rest on his shoulder. The touch was light, almost gentle, but Abel could feel the strength behind it.
It was a level of attention Abel had never experienced, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
“I… I guess I try to,” Abel stammered, his voice barely a whisper. He was acutely aware of his own body, of the way his large breasts heaved with each quick breath, of the way his wide ass pressed against the stable wall. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but also oddly powerful.
Ricard’s hand drifted down from Abel’s chin, tracing the line of his jaw before coming to rest on his shoulder. The touch was light, almost gentle, but Abel could feel the strength behind it.
Ricard’s eyes never left his, their intensity making Abel’s heart race. He could smell the man, a mix of sweat, horses, and something uniquely Ricard. It was intoxicating.
“You’re… different,” Ricard said, his thumb brushing against the side of Abel’s neck. “In a good way. I like it.”
Abel swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He’d never had someone look at him like this, touch him like this. He was equal parts terrified and thrilled.
“T-thank you,” Abel stuttered, his hands fidgeting with the brush.
He was hyperaware of Ricard’s touch, the heat of his body so close. The stable seemed to close in around them, the sounds of the horses fading into the background.
Ricard’s hand moved from Abel’s shoulder, trailing down his arm until he gently took the brush from his hand. “You’re shaking,” he noted, his brow furrowing slightly. “Are you alright?”
Abel’s cheeks flamed even hotter. “I-I’m fine,” he assured Ricard, though his voice wavered slightly. “It’s just… you’re the first person to touch me like this.
To look at me like this,” Abel admitted, his voice barely audible. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath his shirt.
Ricard’s expression softened, his eyes searching Abel’s face as if looking for something. “No one has ever seen your beauty before?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Abel.
Abel looked away, embarrassed. “I… I don’t know if I’d call it beauty,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.
He looked down at himself, his large breasts and wide hips, and felt a pang of self-consciousness. “Most people just… they stare. Or they laugh.”
Ricard’s grip on the brush tightened slightly, his fingers brushing against Abel’s. “They’re idiots,” he said, his voice fierce. “Beauty isn’t about what’s on the outside. It’s about who you are, how you make people feel.”
He paused, his gaze flicking back up to Abel’s face. “And you, Abel, you make me feel… things.”
Abel’s breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly.
He looked up at Ricard, surprised by the intensity in his voice. “Things?” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. He wanted to hear more, to understand what Ricard meant, but he was too afraid to ask.
Ricard chuckled, a low sound that seemed to rumble through his chest. “Yes, things,” he said, his hand still tight around the brush. “Things I haven’t felt in a long time.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Things I want to explore with you.”
Abel’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts.
He looked up at Ricard, surprised by the intensity in his voice. “Things?” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. He wanted to hear more, to understand what Ricard meant, but he was too afraid to ask.
Ricard chuckled, a low sound that seemed to rumble through his chest. “Yes, things,” he said, his hand still tight around the brush. “Things I haven’t felt in a long time.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Things I want to explore with you.”
Abel’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts.
He felt a mix of excitement and fear coursing through him, a sensation he had never experienced before. Ricard’s words were like a drug, intoxicating and exhilarating, yet also slightly terrifying. He wanted to ask what those "things" were, but the words got stuck in his throat, swallowed by the nervous lump that had suddenly formed there.
Ricard must have seen the panic in Abel’s eyes because he took a step back, his hand dropping the brush to the ground. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice softening.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… I see something in you, Abel. Something special. And I want to explore it. With you. If you want to, of course.”
Abel looked down at the brush on the ground, his heart still racing. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He could feel Ricard’s gaze on him, patient, waiting.
“I… I don’t know what you mean,” Abel said finally, his voice barely a whisper. “What do you see in me?”
Ricard reached down, picking up the brush and handing it back to Abel.
“Can I be honest with you?” he asked, his voice gentle.
Abel nodded, his eyes meeting Ricard’s. “Of course,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ricard’s gaze softened, and he took a moment before speaking. “I see a beauty in you that isn’t just on the surface. You’re unique, Abel. And that uniqueness is something I find incredibly attractive.” He paused, running a hand through his hair.
“I see someone who is comfortable in their own skin, even if it takes them a moment to see it themselves. I see kindness, patience, and a quiet strength that’s not immediately apparent.”
Abel listened intently, his eyes never leaving Ricard’s. He felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling he couldn’t quite place. Comfort in his own skin? He’d never felt that before.
“You’re not what people expect, Abel,” Ricard continued, his voice steady and sincere. “And that’s what draws me to you. It’s what makes me want to get to know you better.
To explore everything about you, inside and out.”
Ricard’s words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning and intent. Abel’s heart pounded in his chest, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. He felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, each emotion battling for dominance within him. Ricard’s honesty was disarming, his words echoing in Abel’s mind like a mantra, each one resonating with a truth Abel had never considered before.
He looked at the brush in his hand, the simple tool now feeling foreign and unnecessary. His gaze drifted back to Ricard, his expression so open and genuine.
Abel had never had anyone look at him like this, never had anyone see him like this. It was unsettling, exhilarating, and terrifying all at once.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” Abel admitted, his voice trembling slightly. He looked down at the brush again, then back up at Ricard. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me before.”
Ricard smiled, a slow, warm smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Well, I’m glad I’m the first, then,” he said, his voice soft. “And I mean it, Abel. I see you.
All of you. And I want to know more. To know you, Abel.”
Abel’s heart was a drum in his chest, each beat echoing Ricard’s words in his mind. He felt a strange mix of vulnerability and empowerment, as if Ricard’s gaze was stripping away layers he’d built up over years, revealing the real him beneath.
Ricard took a step closer, his voice low and steady. “I’m not looking for a one-night stand, Abel. I want to take my time with you.
All of you. And I want to know more. To know you, Abel.”
Abel’s heart was a drum in his chest, each beat echoing Ricard’s words in his mind. He felt a strange mix of vulnerability and empowerment, as if Ricard’s gaze was stripping away layers he’d built up over years, revealing the real him beneath.
Ricard took a step closer, his voice low and steady. “I’m not looking for a one-night stand, Abel. I want to take my time with you.
I want to learn every curve, every line, every secret that makes you, you.” Ricard’s hand reached out, lightly touching Abel’s cheek. “I want to explore your boundaries, your desires, your fears. I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, Abel.”
Abel’s breath hitched, his eyes wide with surprise and a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite comprehend. He felt Ricard’s touch like a brand, marking him, claiming him. It was intense, overwhelming, and yet, there was a part of him that craved more.
Ricard’s touch, his words, they were igniting something deep within him, something he'd never known existed. Abel found himself leaning into Ricard's touch, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening again, staring into Ricard's intense gaze.
"You want that?" Ricard asked, his voice a low rumble, his thumb tracing the line of Abel's jaw. "To feel things you've never felt before?"
Abel swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He nodded slowly, his voice barely a whisper.
“Yes. I think I do.”
He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down into an abyss of unknown sensations and desires. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.
Ricard smiled, a slow, sensual curl of his lips that made Abel’s heart race even faster. “Good,” he said, his hand moving from Abel’s cheek to his shoulder, his fingers tracing the line where his shirt met his neck. “Because I want to be the one to show you.”
Abel’s breath hitched, his body tingling with anticipation and fear.
He was hyperaware of Ricard’s touch, the heat of his hand on Abel’s shoulder, the way his thumb brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck. It was a sensation he’d never experienced before, and it was overwhelming, yet intoxicating.
Ricard leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper against Abel’s ear. “I want to be the one to introduce you to your desires, Abel. To show you what it feels like to be truly seen, truly wanted.”
Abel’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, rapid gasps.