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When Luke looked up, he was sure glad he never dared to utter those words. A few strands had come loose from Jagger’s hair tie, probably thanks to all of his earlier vigorous activity in Luke’s ass, and it slightly softened his rather stern features. Nothing was soft about Jagger’s eyes.

The prisoner probably wished he’d stayed quiet. His whimpers and moans earlier were nothing compared to the gagged shriek he let out when Jagger gave him a whack with the cane on his balls. It reduced him to tears, and Luke started to feel quite sorry for him.

“I bet that woman cried when you beat her down for a few measly coins,” Jagger snarled at the man. “Yeah, I know what you did. Did you show mercy to her?”

The prisoner screamed again as he took another strike to the balls. Luke suddenly didn’t feel so sorry for him anymore. Jagger straightened as the prisoner sobbed and ducked his head so his greenish-brown hair hung down to cover his face more.

“You’re to think about what you did on the wall and what you’ll do to avoid this place again.” Jagger turned to Luke and walked toward him. “You need to think about pleasing me and not worrying about whose eyes are on you.”

The bit gag hadn’t been removed, and Luke wouldn’t dare take it off without permission, but he bowed his head to Jagger’s boot as he took up the submissive pose from earlier.

“Are you going to try to do better and think only of my touch?”

Luke made a noise of assent.

“We’ll see.”

Luke didn’t expect to wake up in the morning and find Jagger standing at the cell door with his bowl of gruel. Six guards clustered behind him, and one had a naked man on a lead who was kneeling at his feet. It seemed that Luke wasn’t the only one who’d been claimed lately.

Jagger smirked at his slave who rubbed his eyes as he sat up on the cot. “If you want breakfast, you better be prepared to work for it.”

“Maybe a little cream in your gruel will make it better,” said one guard.

Luke swallowed as he realized he’d have to suck off Jagger in front of seven people. He’d have to accept public humiliation, and he hadn’t even had his morning piss yet.

"Er…"

“Do you need a few moments to clear the cobwebs from your brain?” asked Jagger.

“No,” mumbled Luke. “Can I piss, Sir?”

“Go ahead.”

Luke used the hole in the corner before he approached the door and kneeled. Resentment at being forced to endure this bubbled up in him as the door was opened, and Jagger snapped his fingers before pointing in front of him.

Then again, this wasn’t as bad. Sure, the shame made him want to crawl into the privy hole and disappear, not that he’d fit through it, but this was easier. Jagger knew he hated the public stuff, and he could have demanded that his slave bend over for his cock.

Jagger’s eyes softened as Luke settled on his knees. He wanted his own pleasure fulfilled, but maybe he also wanted to make this a little easier for his slave and help him to work up to it. Maybe if he got used to it a bit, later public fuckings wouldn't be so hard since Jagger was making him practice with something smaller.

And honestly, it was easier to suck a cock in public than to be on his own in the mines later. Jagger could have decided to not take him, so Luke owed the senior guard.

Considering how miserable the other slave looked, Jagger seemed to be one of the nicer ones too.

One of the guards took the bowl from Jagger who spoke. “Feel free to get to work.”

To show his thankfulness, he kissed Jagger’s boot even though he didn’t like that either. One of the men snickered and said his slave was already well-trained.

“He needs a bit more,” said Jagger.

Luke reached up to undo Jagger’s trousers laces. He had a long-sleeved shirt on, but he’d left off his coat, so Luke couldn't try to hide his face with that. He freed his owner’s erection and didn’t hesitate to take it in his mouth.

Jagger used one hand to hold the edge of his shirt just above his cock and against himself. Luke noticed a second hem, so he figured Jagger had an undershirt on too, but he was more focused on the thick length in his mouth.

The burn still hurt, but Luke clasped his hands behind his back and only used his mouth as he looked up at Jagger. The others crowded in to see, although the slave didn’t seem to care.

“Look at how red his face is,” one muttered.

“Still, he sucks like he was born to do it. I wish my wife would blow me like that.”

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