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“I thought not.”
“He’s got nice lips,” said the guard. “You feel like sharing? My dick needs a good sucking.”
“Find someone else to slobber on your dick. He’s mine, and you know damn well I don't share.” Jagger nudged Luke over a little closer to the drain with the crop. “Kneel. Put your hands on your knees, palms up.” Luke complied as his heart thudded. “Knees apart a bit more.”
“Sir-the other guy-”
“I don’t care who’s watching, and you better get used to public humiliation. If you think this is bad, do you know what sometimes happens to fresh meat in the mine with no one to protect them? I’m sure those who are held down and gang-raped in a corner are more than humiliated."
Luke’s stomach clenched when he was told to tilt back his head, open his mouth, and keep whatever he collected. Why had he pissed in the damn ale barrel? He never should have done that. Fuck, the thought shouldn’t have even crossed his mind. Jagger stood close and ignored the last pleading look his slave gave him.
He didn’t hurry to undo the laces on his trousers and pull out his cock and aim. Dear Elira, Luke would almost rather suck off the whole prison than to do this.
He flinched when the warm stream hit his lips, and Jagger adjusted his aim a little so it would enter his mouth. The tang made Luke’s stomach threaten to heave for a moment as pissed filled his mouth, and it took every ounce of his will to remain still.
When his mouth overflowed, the yellow fluid dribbled down his chin, and Jagger aimed down to piss on his chest. More urine ran down his torso, trickled to his thighs, and ran down his cock and balls to drip on the floor.
Jagger finished and gave his cock a couple of shakes before he tucked himself away.
“I’m sure the ale would have masked the flavor,” he said. “But still, there’s a taste of your own medicine. The pleading eyes won’t work, so stop trying. Don’t swallow, and close your mouth. Don’t worry about what’s forced out.”
Luke closed his mouth. More dribbled down his neck and chest. The sprinkling of hairs on his chest and the trail on his stomach that led down was soaked with piss, and he’d never felt so disgusting before. He could smell it too, and the slightly salty, bitterness was impossible to ignore.
“You’ll keep it in your mouth and remain like that until I return.” Jagger turned to the other guard. “Don’t touch him.”
He walked out. The guard couldn’t touch, but judging by the motion his shoulder started making over the edge of the tub, he was yanking himself as he looked at the piss-covered prisoner. Luke averted his eyes and wanted to go hide in a corner. Or better yet, he almost wished the floor would open up and swallow him so he never had to be seen again.
Even in the whorehouse, he'd never had to hold a mouthful of urine.
When the guard had finished pleasuring himself, he got out, used a drying sheet, and dressed. Luke tried to pretend he was alone as he tasted the piss and stared into space. Finally, the guard pulled the plug from near the bottom of the wooden tub, and the water trickled out.
It was the nearest Luke had come to soap in a couple of days, and it didn’t bother him when it touched his legs and went down the drain. The guard leered at Luke and left.
Thankfully, Jagger returned after another ten minutes or so. Luke had thought he'd be left with urine in his mouth for at least an hour. Jagger had a little bucket that he set away from the wet marks on the floor where the tub had drained. “Show me the piss.”
Luke’s face warmed again as he tipped his head back and opened his mouth. Satisfied, Jagger told him to keep holding it before he went to check the tub.
“Lazy,” he muttered before lifting one end and tilting it so the rest of the water could tip out.
He filled the bucket from one of the pipes in the wall meant to fill the tubs and approached Luke.
“Swallow.”
Luke hesitated as his gut tensed again at the thought of swallowing the warm urine in his mouth after holding it for so long.
“If I have to ask you again, you won’t be sitting comfortably for several days once I use the cane on you. Your purpose is to please me.” Luke lowered his eyes and was about to do it, but Jagger spoke again. “No, look at me while you do it, and get that miserable expression off of your face.”
Luke tried to smooth his face as he swallowed some. The pissed flowed down his throat followed by a bit more and the rest until it was all gone.
“Show me.”
Luke opened his mouth.
“Was that so bad?”
“Um, yes, kinda, Sir.”
Jagger snorted as he came closer. “You won’t ever piss in someone’s ale barrel again, will you?”
