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The relief was still there.
One of the senior guards farther off chuckled. “Two pets is a lot to deal with, but you can come over here, and I’ll have a lot of fun with you.”
A suggestion here was more like a demand, so Zaz didn’t really have a choice but to go over.
Since Luke wanted to be a good boy and partly remind the other criminals who Jagger owned, he went over.
“Good boy,” Jagger hummed after Luke sat and rested his head on his knee. “What were you saying about your Uncle?”
The other senior started talking. Luke sagged against Jagger’s leg as his head was stroked. He would have missed this so much if he didn't have Jagger, and it was much better than being punished.
The guard had his fun with Zaz who swallowed his load before he went to sit with others who were in little clusters. He shot a sad look at Luke before he drew up his knees to rest his chin and stare into space.
Guilt pinched Luke’s stomach. The jealousy shouldn’t have been so strong. Zaz wasn’t like a homewrecking fairy. He probably wanted to stop being used and get picked by someone so he’d be safe too. Jagger had probably seemed quite safe to him.
Jagger patted Luke’s head and told him to go lay down. “I need to wash up.”
“Just soap up and stand outside,” someone said. “I’m sure it’ll start pouring again.”
Luke’s ankle was shackled to a support post, and every criminal was to sleep in a wide circle around the support on their bedrolls. Other guards started getting ready for bed too. If this was the midpoint, and everyone got a slump in energy by now, that explained why no one seemed interested in staying up later. Jagger returned with his hair damp and loose, and he got into his bedroll once he placed it by a cart. The only thing he’d left off was his coat and riding cloak.
What the fuck? He slept with all of those shirts? Luke noticed a couple of hems. It was cooler now, but plenty of men had doffed their shirts. The two by the doors to keep watch were silent, and a couple of others in the hayloft started fucking.
“Can you quiet down?” snapped Jagger. “I think we’re all tired and don't feel like hearing that.”
The pair grew quieter after that. Luke figured Jagger was too worn out to see if his slave would behave and fuck, so he closed his eyes. Heavy rain started pouring once more, and the sound of it beating on the roof lulled him to sleep.
They left in the morning. Bread had to be convinced by another criminal to eat his food, and he seemed to be in a daze as he walked. It must have been agony for him since the cuts hadn’t sealed, but he must not have been allowed to have more rest time. Walking was now a part of his punishment. Luke stayed closer to Jagger’s horse all morning.
After lunch, he was ordered to strip, and he thought he’d done something wrong, but he got to ride again. The reason for his nudity became clear. Since he was side saddle in front of his Master, and the courser was well-behaved, Jagger could hold the reins in one hand and stroke his slave’s cock.
Luke thought he was getting a reward, and he did his best to only focus on his Master’s touches. Jagger stopped when he was close, and he shifted, trying to fuck the firm, leather grip.
“Stay still.” Jagger simply held his cock. “Or else.”
The afternoon seemed to drag by. Luke had never been edged for so long. Jagger let him go soft to give his hand a break when he felt like it, and he took his slave to the edge as he pleased, but Luke wasn’t permitted to cross the line. His balls ached, and he was so desperate as evening approached, he had to wrap his arms around Jagger because the urge to simply fist himself and finish was too strong.
One of the other guards snorted at his swollen cock as it dripped pre-cum. “I’d never want to be your lover, Jagger. That would piss me off to no end.”
Jagger laughed. “It amuses me. Look at the way he squirms.”
Luke buried his face against Jagger’s chest to hide how red it was. It was embarrassing to be kept hard for a good portion of the afternoon, and he probably wouldn’t get over the humiliation of public stuff, but he’d been good. As his cock was fisted again, he moaned.
“You’re going to be good, right?” Jagger asked near his ear.
“Yes, Master.”
“You know what I want. You’re permitted to go in my tent later and get the oil. I’ll leave it by my bedroll, and you have until bed to obey.”
Luke didn’t say anything, but he knew what that meant, or he was pretty sure anyway. It was to show that he’d learned his lesson, and he’d have to ask for something humiliating to show that he could focus on Jagger’s wants and pleasure first.
When they decided to stop that evening, Jagger gave him a demanding kiss and a few more strokes.
“I love when you wear your gloves and jerk me,” said Luke.
“Leather feels good, doesn’t it? It can be so painful when it’s made into a whip, or it can be soft and gentle.” Jagger pulled his head back by his hair to kiss his neck. “You’re being so good.”
Luke squirmed as his dick was stroked some more, and Jagger’s lips wandered down his neck. For a moment, he forgot about everything else. “Eliraaa…kiss right there.”
