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Luke bobbed his head while Jagger started playing with his hair. “He didn't even know me for five minutes before he was asking to suck my cock.”
The others chuckled, and the one with a slave jerked the lead. “You need to do better at sucking.”
It was hard to block them out while he labored away and worked his tongue. Normally, sucking off a man would have him quite hard since he enjoyed it, but with so many eyes staring, his dick was limp.
“Look up at me,” said Jagger. “Let me admire those pretty eyes while you please me.”
Luke took him to the root, held it, and looked up at him as he tried to tell himself that only his owner was here. It was him he had to please, and everyone else could go fuck themselves. The faint growl that came from Jagger’s chest as he was fully sheathed in Luke’s mouth sent a little thrill through him.
“Focus on the only one you have to worry about truly pleasing,” said Jagger.
Luke worked his tongue along the underside at the base and was about to pull back to breathe, but Jagger fisted his hair to hold him in place. His need for air wasn’t too intense, so he kept calm as he focused on Jagger’s eyes. His owner tightened his fingers enough to where his scalp stung.
Luke kept his hands clasped behind him. Jagger reached down with his free hand to stroke his throat. Breathing would be nice now, and he twitched with the urge to pull back. Jagger gripped his hair just a little harder as if to remind him of who was in control here.
“You keep working that tongue no matter what.”
Luke hadn't stopped, and he lapped away as the urge grew. He had to obey because this man held his life and foreseeable future comfort in his hands. Surely, Jagger would let him breathe soon because Luke wouldn’t do a good job at sucking if he passed out.
His chest ached, and he wanted nothing more than to get in a good breath. Or five. Someone made a pleased noise, and the hand at his neck made him remember just how helpless he was. Even small rebellions wouldn’t get him far, and there was no point in trying to disobey.
Jagger’s hand tightened on his throat, and he kept his grip on Luke’s hair before he pulled him back. Luke gasped as drool ran down his chin, and a thread of saliva ran from his mouth to Jagger’s cock.
“See? You can be such a good boy when you remember your purpose and that my wants matter most. Not yours.”
Luke had barely caught his breath before Jagger tugged head his forward and started fucking his mouth and throat. The pace was so punishing, Luke’s eyes watered as she struggled to breathe when he could.
“Who owns you?” demanded Jagger.
Luke’s reply was just some noises that made little sense, but his owner seemed to get it. Luke’s face flushed from the intensity while the others watched his mouth be used like a fuckhole.
“You’re being a good toy by doing whatever I want,” said Jagger. “This is the attitude I expect at all times. There’s nothing like having such a pretty slave with his lips wrapped around my cock.”
Luke stared into his eyes and tried to lose himself there while his cock threatened to thicken. Jagger pulled him off and rubbed the spit on his head across the side of his face.
“Suck.”
Luke did his best while his mouth was used once more. More drool leaked from the corner while the thick shaft pumped in and out. Without warning, Jagger pulled back, fisted himself, and came all over Luke’s face.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to catch some and ropes of thick cum streaked across his face. One of the men growled like he wished he was the one spurting all over the prisoner.
Saltiness landed on Luke’s tongue, and some landed in his hair as he kept his eyes on Jagger. A few last streams hit his chin and chest, and he swallowed what was in his mouth as Jagger released his cock.
“Lick the tip, pet.”
Luke flicked his tongue over the top and took it in his mouth. He made a pop noise as he pulled back and was rewarded with a few extra droplets.
“Good boy.”
Luke finally dared to glance at the others who were staring at his cum-covered face, and his half-hard cock started to give up again. Hopefully, he could go back in his cell, eat breakfast, and they’d fuck off now.
Jagger took the bowl of food and set it on the floor. “Stay on your hands and knees. Eat like a dog.”
So much for being left alone. Complaining wouldn’t get him anywhere, so he started to eat his food. It was hard to only use his mouth, and some cum dripped into the cold gruel which did nothing to improve the flavor.
“You’ve been officially sentenced,” said Jagger. “The papers came last night, and I saw them this morning. Five years in the mine, and eight hundred lashes to be done in increments of fifty. Everyone here leaves for the mines in a week. Even the petty thieves.”
Luke’s stomach tightened. This was really it. Five years in the mines and eight hundred lashes was a stiff sentence.
