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Luke’s face nearly caught on fire, and the guards continued talking while another used Zaz’s mouth. Luke buried his face in Jagger’s lap as he held his ass cheeks apart. He swore he could feel a few eyes, and someone told Zaz to look at Luke’s ass and keep sucking.

“That’s what your ass is going to look like once I’m done with you,” said another.

Luke tried to block out the voices as Jagger stroked his hair, a dribble of cum made its way down his thigh. At least he’d done as told, and it hadn’t been as bad when he focused on truly submitting. He’d made his Master happy.

The cracks of the whip and Mick’s moans snuffed out his enjoyment again. He was sure he felt Jagger tense under him, although his tone didn’t change as he spoke to a guard about something mundane.

Luke focused on him as he tried to block out the unpleasantness. He could have ended up with someone like Nrek who didn’t care about his pet and just wanted his hole to himself. Jagger tried his best even if he pushed Luke.

Nrek finally finished, returned, and said he was going to bed.

“Go to the tent and wait for me,” said Jagger. “I’m not done with you yet. Crawl.”

Luke crawled over and tried not to look at Mick, but he caught a glimpse of his welted back as he stayed on his knees with his wrists tied to the wheel above his head.

If only there was something they could do about this shitty way of life among guards and prisoners.

Luke waited in the tent by the lantern until Jagger entered and sat on his bedroll. Luke hurried to get in the submissive pose and touch his forehead to Jagger’s boot.

“You did a good job,” said Jagger. “Was it still humiliating?”

“Yes, Master.”

“But you were able to be good, and you won’t be tied to a wheel all night. Isn’t that better?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You can ease up with the title.”

Luke straightened and took the chance to push Jagger’s legs apart. His Master raised an eyebrow at the rather controlling gesture, but he parted his knees. Luke got between his legs and leaned toward his face.

“Maybe I like calling you Master. I’m yours after all.”

Jagger’s eyes softened in the light of the crystals in his glass lantern. “You look so sweet right now, I should reward you.”

“I think you’ve had enough time to get it up again, right?”

Jagger snorted. “You need more of my cock?”

“Yes, but I want something else.”

“What?”

“You look good in your clothes, but I would like to see you out of them so I can admire all of you.” Luke dared to reach under his coat and pluck at the hem of his shirt.

Jagger immediately grabbed his hand. “I’m not spending the rest of the trip sick.”

Luke squinted. “You’d get sick if I saw you naked?”

“Because I get cold so easily. Whereas you get to be naked all day and be fine, I’ll get cold in a few minutes, and then I always catch something afterward. By my age, I’ve learned my lesson, and I don't want the sniffles and a cough.”

That made no sense to Luke. “Sometimes, you sweat a little when we’re riding. I can tell-”

“I might sweat, but being a little too warm is better.” Jagger sighed as he brushed back Luke’s hair. “It’s been like this since I was a teenager. A physician said I should eat more spinach and libby leaves because it seems to help some people. Oh, and more meat, but it never worked.” He rolled his eyes. “I hate libby leaves.”

Luke knew food had important things that people needed, but nobody knew exactly what the food held or how it worked. “Sometimes I heard stuff at the whorehouse. One of the women had, er, unpleasant monthlies, and she said it made her tired. They kept trying to push spinach on her, but I don’t think it worked.”

“Some things can't be cured.”

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