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He was damn near ready to beg to cum on Jagger’s cock as his nuts tightened again, but after a few last kisses, Jagger pulled away his lips and hand.
“Get down and remember what I said.”
Luke shakily got down with his erection jutting out. He was so desperate at that moment, he wanted to get on his knees and beg to be fucked. Through the fog of horniness enveloping his brain, he realized why Jagger had spent all afternoon edging his slave.
It wasn’t just to torment him, although that was part of the reason. The proof was partly in Jagger’s trousers because his erection had been pressing into his slave’s hip quite a bit.
He’d edged Luke to make him desperate so he’d find it simpler to behave and focus on the one who would later take away all of that tension and desperation. Jagger could have simply demanded a fuck anytime he pleased, but he’d stuffed down his own desire for an afternoon and made it easier for his pet. No one would even guess that because they’d think Jagger simply enjoyed denying his slave.
Luke ended up having to help with dinner, and his erection finally calmed and left him with achy balls. Once dinner was done, Jagger had settled by the fire, and Luke figured it was a good time. Anxiety squeezed his stomach as he went to Jagger’s tent. Nobody said anything, and he’d seen Mick go in his owner’s before, so it wasn’t against the rules in general.
Except he found something he was pretty sure shouldn’t be there. If a pet was allowed in his owner’s tent, that must mean nothing that could be used as a weapon should be laying around. Jagger had a bow on his saddle during the day, and most of the guards wore a sword, but he kept his on the saddle too, and it was put in a locked box in a cart later at night. Senior guards didn’t keep watch on the trip, so he must not have cared to carry it.
Jagger did carry a whip coiled on his belt, and in the right hands, that was an excellent weapon by itself.
He’d left it by his bedroll.
Luke hadn’t even noticed he’d removed it earlier. With something like that, he still couldn’t escape because there were too many that could chase after him, and he wasn’t skilled enough to wield a whip. But if he was desperate enough, he could probably hit one or two. A strike to the face with that could leave a guard with one less eye or in a world of serious pain at the very least.
Jagger wasn’t stupid or foolish, so he must have left it there as a sign of trust because he knew Luke wouldn’t dare touch it or take it. If anybody found out, he could fake it and make it out like he’d had a terrible lapse of judgment and forgotten.
Luke wasn’t going to say anything, and he’d never seen guards check someone’s tent. He took the oil and crawled out as his stomach tensed in anticipation.
Even though Luke had been defiant for a bit and not fully serving, Jagger still trusted him, comforted him, and gave him more than other pets got. He wouldn’t fuck another prisoner, so Luke didn’t have to share him. The care and comfort were all his, and honestly, he owed his Master every ounce of submission that he could muster.
He approached Master with the oil bottle and got into the submissive pose with his forehead on Jagger’s boot. He remained quiet so he didn’t interrupt the conversation, but it was quite noticeable.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I think your pet wants your cock in him,” said the guard who had been talking with Jagger, and a few others laughed.
Someone muttered the word “slut,” and Luke blushed.
“Let’s see him squeal,” said one. “I wonder how fast you can get him off.”
“Or we could see who gets off first,” said Nrek. “I bet I can make Mick come first. He’ll do whatever I say.”
Of course, it would turn into a wager in less than thirty seconds since guards had nothing to lose but a little money. Jagger couldn’t say no even though Mick would likely get it if he failed Nrek. Mick already looked as though he’d failed.
“Four minutes to get them ready. Anything goes, and two days’ wages.” Jagger took the bottle.
“Deal. The loser pet gets tied to a cart wheel and whipped. Get over here, Mick.”
Chapter Five
Luke just had to focus on Jagger’s touch and nothing else. The others didn’t matter. Serving was his goal, and he’d do it to pay back Jagger for everything he’d done so far. He also knew his Master liked to hear him beg for one thing, and he could do that to make it better for him too.
Jagger slid off the crate he’d been using as a seat, and he lifted Luke’s chin.
“I need your cock in me, Master. Please, fuck me.”
“I will…in four minutes.”
Luke wrapped his arms around Jagger as his soft cock was gripped. “I need it now.”
Jagger’s breath quickened. “Tempting, but have a little patience.”
Would Luke rather go in the tent and do this? Yes. But he’d rather serve more, and the fact that Jagger had left something potentially dangerous in his reach had shown a level of trust that he couldn’t be open about. The fact that it was there was enough, and Luke buried his face in Jagger’s neck as his cock hardened in his hand. All of his earlier desperation to get off was returning.
He ignored the mutters and someone’s command for Zaz to get his cute little ass over to start sucking. Nrek was saying something to Mick, but Luke ignored them too when Jagger got him on his hands and knees to start oiling his hole.
