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Luke was left in his cell with the brand slightly numbed and the taste of his new owner’s cum in his mouth. He was given boring slop for dinner along with water, and he slept on his stomach that night.
After breakfast the next morning, he had nothing to do but lay on his cot. Someone moaned from farther down, and he assumed it was the prisoner who had received a terrible whipping. Luke couldn’t feel sorry for a rapist.
He might have robbed someone, but he wouldn’t have killed or raped for that money.
The city of Elbannon hadn't always been so harsh on criminals. Things changed when the new Earl inherited and took over. The King of the Morian Kingdom didn’t set many guidelines for punishment, and he allowed the lords to decide such things in their holdings.
Some said it was simply far easier, and the King didn’t have to check on records to make sure his lords weren't flouting the law. Others said it was because he didn’t care. Clearly, the lord here decided to take advantage of the ability to punish how he pleased when he took over about eleven years ago.
Harsh punishment was supposed to make everyone think twice. Luke couldn’t say crime had gone down in the past eleven years, but then again, plenty of those who committed crimes probably thought they wouldn’t get caught.
Sometimes, Luke wondered how many were falsely accused and then made a fake confession while on the rack just to make the agony stop. Obviously, that wasn’t the case for every prisoner, but it had to happen, right?
He perked up when Jagger came to his cell door, and he stiffly got down on his knees as Jagger entered. Showing how submissive he could be was probably a good idea since his new owner had said he wouldn’t be easy to please, and Luke didn't know him that well yet.
Jagger stood in front of him, and Luke dared to glance up, but he quickly lowered his eyes. Some dominant men didn’t like being looked at directly, and plenty of clients had told him to keep his eyes down during sessions.
“You’re not in trouble, so you can look at me,” said Jagger, who must have guessed his thinking. “Even when you’re in trouble, you can make eye contact. You’re still a man.”
“I’m also your slave, Sir.”
“But you’re still a grown man, and while you deserve punishment for things like pissing in ale barrels-” Luke’s face warmed at Jagger’s reminder of that. “-the point of this isn’t to reduce you to a dog or an item that I happen to get sexual pleasure from. Besides, you had some proper reasoning for what you did, and you’re not a total monster. I’ve seen far, far worse men in these cells. The one at the end has been sentenced for raping eighteen fairies. His last victim was barely fourteen. I consider him to be worth less than trash, and the realm will be a better place once he chokes on the end of a short rope, not that it’ll erase the past of his living victims.”
Luke swallowed as he cringed. Dear Elira.
“Stand.” Jagger gestured as he pulled a set of leather cuffs from his coat pocket, and Luke stood to face him. When Jagger made a motion with his finger, he turned so his wrists could be secured.
“They have lirek in them, so don’t get ideas,” said Jagger.
“I wouldn’t, Sir.”
Jagger undid the plain prisoner collar. “You’d be surprised at what some men will do if they think they see a glimmer of potential freedom when the mine lurks in their future.”
The new collar must have been in his owner’s pocket. Cool metal touched the front of Luke’s throat, and Jagger buckled it in the back and locked it. Once Luke’s hands were undone, he reached up to feel it. The leather was quite thick, and it had a smooth metal ring in front.
“That has lirek in it too,” said Jagger. “The ring means you’re claimed. If anybody else has such a collar, don’t mess with them. You can defend yourself if someone talks shit to you, but don't harass anyone. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I won’t stand for you being a bully to anyone. You can talk to other prisoners and form friendships if you wish, but you are not to fuck any of them since your holes and cock belong to me now. Even if they offer you extra food or something, don’t do it. You're also not to masturbate unless I give you permission. You can lighten up on the Sirs for now except for when you're training. The first thing you’re going to do is hold a din to the wall until I return.”
Luke had done this before, although the last time, his bottom had been thoroughly reddened before the client made him hold a small coin to the wall. The client had been quite content to watch Luke and yank himself to completion.
Jagger left him to his task. He’d bound Luke’s hands behind his back again, so if he dropped the coin, he wouldn’t be able to get it back into position. Luke didn’t dare let the silver, triangular din slip as he held it against the wall with his nose.
The wall itself was boring to look at, and being closer didn’t make it any more interesting. The stone floor hurt his knees, and shifting didn’t help. Jagger had been kind enough to allow him to use his blanket folded in half twice for a tiny amount of padding, but it wasn’t much since the blanket was too threadbare and practically a rag.
Sometimes, restraining someone and keeping them in one spot didn’t require tying each limb down. The promise of a beet-red ass if he failed kept him in place.
Jagger finally returned after about a good hour, and he took the coin, but Luke wasn’t permitted to stand.
“So far, you seem compliant.” Jagger tipped Luke’s head back. “I love a slave who does as he’s told. You better keep this attitude.”
“I will, Sir.”
“We’ll see.”
Jagger attached a lead to his collar and led him out. Even though the bleak corridors lit with lanterns all looked the same, he was pretty sure he was being led to the same room he’d been branded in yesterday.
