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His fingers weren’t enough even though Luke tried to fuck them as they made sure he was stretched and lubricated.
“Patience.” Jagger rolled him over to kiss and suck on his nipples. Luke, with his wrists pinned, closed his eyes as Master’s mouth wandered lower. Instead of having his cock sucked like last time, Jagger licked around it and lapped at his balls.
Luke’s cock was like a post from the teasing touches that never quite went where he wanted. Weren’t the four minutes up by now?
“I think it’s time,” said someone.
Jagger had already undone his belt at some point, and he started loosening the ties of his trousers as Luke moved to turn over. “No. Stay on your back.”
Luke had a strange tension in his stomach that he couldn’t quite seem to shake, and he realized part of it was simple eagerness. Jagger oiled his cock and moved to get on top of Luke who had spread his legs and brought his knees to his chest. Jagger started working his cock in, and once he was sheathed, Luke wrapped his legs around his waist.
It was much easier when he could bury his face in Jagger’s shoulder while they fucked. The little noises were bothersome, and someone told Mick he better hurry up because they had bet quite a lot on him. Luke focused on his Master and reminded himself of his purpose.
Jagger thrust his thick length in and out, and Luke wrapped his arms around him as he moaned. Everyone else could go screw themselves because this man was the only one who mattered. Jagger had done things to him, but he’d also done things for him, and Luke owed him whatever he wanted.
Jagger gripped his throat and kissed him in his usual hard, demanding way, and he only released Luke’s neck to reach down and grip his cock.
“Master, please let me cum your cock,” begged Luke, and Jagger’s thrusts grew harder at those words. “Please, I need to cum with you in me.”
Jagger growled before he forced his tongue back into Luke’s mouth as he pounded. The edge was drawing nearer, and he fisted the back of his Master’s coat and Jagger pulled his mouth away to look his slave in the eye as his hand stroked faster.
“Cum for your Master,” he ordered as his hard eyes held Luke’s, and he supported himself with one arm. “Show me what a slut you are for my cock.”
“Master-”
“Cum on my cock.”
The orgasm burst, and Luke’s cock spurted on his stomach. Jagger’s eyes never left his face as he kept stuffing his slave’s hole. Luke scrambled at the ground as he jerked his hips and shouted. It only grew better when Jagger tensed and gritted his teeth as his pace grew erratic. Luke tried to spread his thighs wider while his bowels were filled with cum, and his own landed in warm streaks on his stomach.
It started to ebb, and Jagger, balls-deep in his ass, pushed his hips as if he couldn’t get far enough in.
Luke breathed heavily, and he suddenly remembered all of the eyes. He hadn’t quite forgotten everyone else, but he had certainly become less aware in his excitement and urge to cum and please his Master.
Nrek made a frustrated noise and pushed Mick down after he withdrew. “I told you to cum.”
Mick cowered on the ground. “I’m sorry, Sir. I tried…”
Nrek tossed some coins toward Jagger. “You win. Again.”
Jagger pulled himself and gave him a lofty smirk. “I know.”
“Get over to the wheel.” Nrek pointed. “I’ll finish in you once you’re tied.”
Luke’s elation fizzled out since Mick would get it now. It was fucking fair that he’d had all that pressure from an owner who treated him like a pile of shit.
Jagger tucked himself away and had Luke get on his knees while others exchanged money depending on who’d they placed their bet on.
“Focus on me,” he whispered as he nuzzled Luke’s neck.
Hadn’t he already done that? He’d come first again, and he’d enjoyed it better this time too, not that it was his favorite activity. Then he remembered Mick would be punished in front of everyone.
Depending on how one looked at it, one could almost say it was Luke’s fault for cumming first. It was this damn system’s fault, but Jagger was right. He was one man, and Luke was a second, but they couldn’t buck the flow.
Feeling guilty was pointless. Someone would have been tied to the wheel and whipped, and Jagger didn’t want Luke to suffer that. He was trying to ease his slave’s conscience.
Jagger settled on his crate again after he took the money. Mick’s moans over by the wheel didn’t sound like they came from pleasure, but Luke didn’t look over. Jagger had him put his head in his lap.
“Lean on me, and spread your cheeks so everyone can see your hole leak.”
