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“Yes, Sir.” Luke couldn’t see Zaz's face with the guard right in the way, but his tone was submissive even with the other guy roughly fondling his arse. His other hand wandered to Zaz’s balls to grope them.
“What are you going to do for it?”
“I’ll do anything you want, Sir.”
“Damn right, you will.” The groper pulled on his balls until Zaz made a strange noise.
The guard with his trousers partly down shifted enough so Luke could see the prisoner’s face. “Suck it, slut.”
Zaz had to struggle to reach the guy’s cock with his mouth. The groper stood to watch, and Luke turned his head away. The poor guy was probably ashamed enough since he’d lost the bet and been punished for it.
The tied fairy seemed too tempting. Plenty of guards came for a turn in Zaz’s mouth after eating. The poor criminal must have had a dozen loads in his stomach before he was released. Someone said he didn’t need breakfast after all of that cum, and he didn't get any food.
Luke remained tied in place, and it seemed he wouldn’t be eating either. After breakfast was over, and some of the guards were nearly done with dismantling their tents, Jagger finally came to release him. Luke had been planning on having all of his limbs free for the day, but that wasn’t to be.
Chapter Three
Complaining would likely earn him more punishment.
The clamps hurt his nipples as he walked, but even more humiliating was the wooden violin he’d have to wear. It was an idea stolen from humans on Earth. Sometimes, it was called the neck violin since the biggest hole was for his neck. The rest of it stuck out in front, kept his wrists locked, and it did rather look like the musical instrument.
It didn’t weigh a lot, but he knew after several hours, it would seem heavy. He couldn’t lower his hands and arms or straighten them. He could forget picking up anything or doing a single thing for himself besides walking.
Jagger had kept him naked, and a chain ran between the clamps. It moved with every step. His legs were sore from yesterday and being tied all night.
Jagger, well-rested and on his horse, stayed near the head of the group in the circular arrangement of guards as usual. Luke tried not to look at him, so he had no clue if his owner glanced back to check on him. He stared at his hands as he trudged along, and the defiant anger that had formed in his chest stayed while he dealt with this new humiliation. Why couldn’t he have been left free to walk?
Jagger dropped back twice to give him water, and that only increased Luke’s anger since he was completely dependent on him for such a simple thing. Jagger said nothing about his silence and returned to his usual spot.
Zaz looked like he was dragging ass too, but he managed to avoid the whip as he walked at a decent pace with his head down like he wanted to sleep and walk at the same time.
Luke was ready to lie down and refuse to move by the time they stopped around midday. With nothing else to do, he stood with a few other criminals and tried to ignore the few pitiful looks he got. Jagger approached with a waterskin and gave him as much as he wanted to drink.
“What do you want me to do to get out of this?” Luke asked him in a low voice.
Jagger replaced the top of the water skin. “I think you know. Your question shows that you haven’t been thinking about what I want. You know what it is, but you’re resisting. You won’t be fed today since I have a feeling you won’t learn today. If you wish, you can sit with me while I eat.”
Oh, Luke could starve and watch him eat while they sat together like nothing was different. As if Luke wasn’t about to drop from exhaustion and humiliated in this damn thing. He turned away as anger bubbled once more in his chest. Jagger walked off without another word.
He should probably apologize and grovel for forgiveness, but he couldn’t make himself do it. Jagger said defiance sometimes came from prisoners who seemed compliant, but Luke didn’t feel like learning a lesson. This was pure bullshit and completely unfair.
When the other prisoners started eating, he managed to sit on the ground without falling over and making a fool of himself, and he lay on his side. The wood wasn’t too thick there, but he couldn’t quite get comfortable. It didn’t matter anyway because Jagger approached to pull him upright.
“You’re not sleeping. You can sit, and that’s it.”
Luke couldn’t help the frustrated noise he let out without thinking.
He regretted it when he was on his knees and had to remain slightly bent over at the waist while a thick wooden paddle with several holes was used to redden his bottom in front of everyone. The guards laughed at him, some told Jagger to beat out the defiance, and even a few prisoners snorted since it wasn’t them getting paddled.
Each smack set Luke's rear on fire, and he had to struggle to keep silent as the welts protested. The chain between his clamped nipples swung with every movement and the slight weight further irritated them. He had to remain bent over a little with his knees spread once Jagger was done.
“Spread your knees more and stay like that.”
Luke kept his gaze down as he obeyed. Jagger watched him for a moment before he pushed on the top of Luke’s head to make him bend more.
“Don’t let the end of the violin touch the ground,” he said. “You’re not resting on it, and you'll hold that position or else.”
He placed the paddle across Luke’s back and went away, presumably to finish his lunch.
