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Luke hurried to get into it, but he turned himself first so he could kiss Jagger’s boot. “Thank you for helping me, Sir.”
“You’re quite welcome, pet.”
His ass hadn’t healed the next morning, but Jagger put him over the horse and gave him such a strapping, Luke couldn’t help but howl.
At least he didn’t clench, so if it was a test, he passed.
The word “please” almost came out of his mouth when Jagger got started on where his ass and thighs met since that was quite sensitive. He kept his mouth shut because that word would probably get him more lashes. Acceptance honestly was easier at times.
The strap wasn't as harsh as a whip could be even though it was quite thick, and his cock had taken an interest which made Jagger purr with pleasure when he gave it a couple of strokes. “Such a little pain slut. Let me tell you something. I think you know that begging me for mercy won’t get you any, but when you’re around other prisoners and guards, watch if someone is punished.”
“Watch it, Sir?”
“Pay attention to how some act,” said Jagger. “Some guards get joy from breaking a prisoner down and making him shout or even cry. If the prisoner gives it to him after a bit, he’ll be satisfied earlier. Some men are the type who try to hold out and refuse to make a sound for as long as possible. They’ll be tied to the post or kneeling for the flogger in clear agony, but they’ll clutch onto their pride because they think showing the pain makes them weak. The guard might get tired, but he might not, and it'll be worse for the prisoner in the long run."
“Okay, Sir.”
“Others might be spurred on by begging or tears. Prisoners who have been there long enough can usually figure out who wants what. Some guards might also have a certain number of lashes in mind and the prisoner’s reaction means little. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to know that in case you need it, but you’ll do your best to avoid trouble, correct?” Jagger brushed the strap over his bruised ass.
“Yes, Sir.”
“If you don’t, what do you think we’ll happen?”
“You’ll punish me too, Sir.”
“Exactly.”
“Sir?”
“Yes, pet?”
“Would you please fuck me now, Sir?”
“After I’m done reddening your thighs.”
Luke thought he'd sleep in his cell that night, but he had to spend the entire night in another room trapped in a pillory. It would have been more bearable without the little weights Jagger clamped to his nipples. Or so he thought. Being bent over was quite painful in itself after several hours, but Jagger said it was practice for their first night at the mines.
Everyone was put in the pillory for a night to help break their will a little further. Afterward, they had to work all day despite not having any sleep. It certainly sapped their energy to rebel for at least a couple of days.
It was also incredibly boring since Luke had nothing interesting to look at except for the wall. Trying to shift made the weights swing from his nipples, so he learned to stay still.
He was beyond stiff the next morning when Jagger came to fetch him. Before he was allowed his usual gruel, he had to squat and stand in increments while Jagger watched with the cane.
Luke was tempted to bitch because he was so worn out, but the sight of the cane was convincing. It was better to do what he was told so he didn't drag things out.
After he ate, he was allowed a proper bath to soothe his sore muscles.
Jagger lightened up on him after that since their departure was drawing nearer. It wasn’t like Luke had anything to pack or travel plans to worry about, so he only had to wait. Jagger said he’d be busy when they had three days left, so Luke got to rest more in his cell. The only new thing was the cock cage that he was locked in. Jagger said it would be on until they left, and their only alone time was when they had a quick fuck each night.
Luke thought maybe his owner would finally take off his clothes entirely, but he only ever lowered his trousers and drawers to have his cock sucked or use his slave’s ass.
He could see Jagger not wanting to get undressed sometimes, but why not now? Was he hiding something?
Maybe he thought getting naked would make them too equal in a way. Luke had been with a couple of guys who preferred to remain dressed. There was something rather degrading and humiliating in a good way about forced nudity when the dominant one stayed dressed, and Jagger always appeared rather lordly in his neat, rich-looking clothes.
