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Sure enough, the window was there, and he wondered if training meant he’d have to endure the wall again. Dear Elira, he hoped not. The brazier was out, and once the cuffs were removed, he had to get on his hands and knees. A cane and a crop leaned against the frame of the horse.
“I’ll only use the crop for now unless the cane is needed,” said Jagger. “I think you can figure out how to avoid the cane.”
By behaving? That was pretty obvious.
Jagger made him crawl around the room and change directions when told. Luke wasn’t to stop crawling unless told or if he reached his owner’s feet. He figured this was to make sure he could follow basic instructions and didn’t get bratty or mouthy. The constant shoulder movement hurt the brand, but he did as he was told.
When ordered, he put his palms flat on the floor, touched his forehead to it, and stuck his ass up. The subservient pose and the brush of the leather crop over his back and arse made his cock start to stiffen. He was pretty sure his “training” would involve him sucking off Jagger or getting fucked. His owner had seemed to quite like the sight of his full lips wrapped around his cock yesterday.
Jagger walked away, and Luke remained in his pose as he stared at the dirty floor. When was the last time this thing had been washed? When would he get to wash again? He almost wanted to ask, but questions probably weren't welcome at that second. Jagger left him like that for a good five minutes before he came over.
When the crop brushed Luke’s balls and cock, he stayed still. A few taps on the back of his testicles gave him a little bit of fear since cock and ball torture wasn’t his favorite thing, but the taps didn’t hurt.
The sting was minor when the leather landed on one ass cheek, and Jagger kept giving him little slaps on the rear with the crop as he walked around his new slave.
“You wouldn’t believe how some are fine with taking a whip, but they can’t follow simple orders, or they fidget,” said Jagger. “I like a slave to be compliant in all ways since submitting to the dominant one is more than just about sex or taking pain. Tying you up will be fun, but it’s good that you can stay still and in one place. Can you hold back an orgasm?”
“Erm, for a bit, Sir,” said Luke. “But not for long.”
“Hmm. I’d rather make you cum since I find that more enjoyable. The only time you’ll be permitted to masturbate is when I’m away. Other than that, all of your pleasure comes from me. Remember that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jagger backed up. “Come over here and kiss my boot.”
Luke didn’t like kissing boots or feet, but he crawled over. The leather was shiny as though the boots had never entered a dirty prison. He swallowed his dislike, kissed the leather, and put his forehead to the toe portion as he stuck his ass up. If he was going to be a slave, he could further show how submissive he could be without being asked.
Jagger made a satisfied sound and trailed the leather of the crop along his back before he dragged it over the burn. Luke made a slight noise at the pain, but he kept still.
“You can be a good boy, can’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But you really wanted that shop owner to drink your piss, didn’t you?”
Luke kept his forehead against Jagger’s boot as he spoke. “He’s willing to mix sawdust in the flour to stretch it and try to screw little old ladies out of their change, Sir.”
Jagger let out a soft laugh. “Still, that’s quite disgusting. You’ll crawl after me to the bathing room. Prisoners get buckets of cold water every few days, but I’d rather give you a proper bath before I first fuck you, and I have something planned.”
Something about the way he said it wasn’t exactly comforting. Luke crawled after him down more corridors and another hall where some prisoners sat in their cells with dull expressions. Luke didn’t look too closely, but the sight of a senior guard and a prisoner following on his hands and knees was probably the most entertaining thing they’d seen in a while.
Someone snorted at him, and Luke flushed. How much public stuff were they going to do? The answer was probably a lot.
The corridors grew a little nicer past one door as though someone actually swept and mopped. The stone flooring still made his knees ache, and he followed Jagger into a tiled room. A guard, or Luke assumed he was one, was having a bath in a round wooden tub to one side. Maybe he was a torturer, but they always wore hoods while tormenting someone so they wouldn't be recognized later.
Six other tubs were lined up with curtains separating them. Privy stalls took up another wall, and in the middle, the floor slightly sloped down, and a grated hole to let out water sat in the center.
“Sir, why do you have a place to bathe here?” asked Luke.
“Some guards stay here. They have a space, and they get a little less in wages, but some without families are fine with that. They have to bathe somewhere. Pets are permitted with their owner.” Jagger paused in the middle near the drain, so Luke stopped by his boots. “Once you learn what piss tastes like, I doubt you’ll ever try to get anyone to drink it again.”
Luke’s face damn near caught on fire. “Sir, you’re going to piss on me?”
Jagger raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem with that? Perhaps I have to convince you in some other way?”
Luke actually had a big problem with piss, but if he complained, Jagger’s idea of convincing was probably painful.
He had to force the words out of his mouth. “No, Sir.”
