After days of gruel, Luke enjoyed their quick noon meal even though it was only boiled beans and bread. Prisoners had to be grouped together, but anyone who had an owner could stick with him. The one with the black eye didn’t look too happy as he ate by his owner’s feet like a dog.
At least Jagger let his pet eat with him like a normal fairy as they sat on the open tailboard of a cart. A prisoner and a guard went around to take the plates when everyone was done eating, and the prisoner got wash duty. Luke figured they’d all take turns at some point.
"Take down your pants and bend over the tailboard,” said Jagger.
Luke slid down and undid the ties on his pants even though he was sure his dick would shrivel up, never to be seen again. With the way the cart was angled, nobody would see directly, but their legs would certainly be visible. They’d never done anything in such close proximity to so many others.
“Relax." Jagger pulled a bottle of oil from his pocket.
“There are so many, Sir,” mumbled Luke. “Can’t we wait until night or something?”
“No.” Jagger paused to take a crop from where he'd tucked it in his coat belt.
Maybe he'd assumed Luke would complain.
“Spread your legs so I can teach you about the consequences of not thinking of obedience. Just because we're out of the prison itself doesn't mean you get to disobey.”
Luke dug his fingers into the tailboard as he spread his legs. Without warning, the crop smacked his balls, and he bit his tongue to keep quiet. Even a hit that wasn’t full-strength there was enough to make him struggle to keep still. For a moment, it was tempting to curl up in the grass, but Jagger kept his hand planted between Luke’s shoulder blades.
“Do you need another?” he asked after several seconds.
Luke leveled his breathing. “Whatever you decide, Sir.”
“Hmmm.” Jagger brushed the crop against his pet’s ballsack. “I’d rather fuck you now.”

Luke told himself he needed to get over his thing of others being around. He’d already been watched, and his choices in life were pretty restricted by now.
“It’ll be quick, so don’t expect me to get you off,” said Jagger. “Just focus on my touch and pleasing me.”
Jagger fucked him hard and fast, and Luke, staring at the wooden boards right in front of him while he was bent over, started to enjoy it since he couldn't see anyone.
It was hard to keep focusing only on Jagger and not listen to the faint chatter that floated their way, but his cock took an interest. Jagger came too fast for him to have any hope of getting off.
“You can spend the rest of the day with my cum in you.” Jagger yanked up his pants, tied them for him, and nuzzled the back of his neck. “Are you going to be good now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jagger patted his bottom. "Go sit with the others."
Luke picked a spot in the grass, and one criminal sniggered at him.
“So you like bending over for senior guards? I hope the filthy guard cum in your ass is worth your special collar.
“Fuck off,” said the bearded guy. “I’d be bending over too if one would have me, but I got a face like a sow’s backside.”
“You should just turn around since asses are usually alike," said Luke.
Beardy laughed. “A lot of the guards don’t want a pet, but trust me, they’ll use who they want. Give it time.” He smirked at the first guy. “Maybe you’ll have filthy guard cum up your ass in a while.”
The first guy flipped him off and turned away. "No guard is going to own my ass."
They got moving once everything was put away and the guards were ready. Luke edged through the group of criminals to be closer to Jagger. A few of the other guards watched him, but he only went to Jagger’s right and stayed clear of his horse’s trotting hooves.
“Can I walk with you?”
“Yes, but stay on my right, not the left,” said Jagger. “You know not to leave the circle.”

“Don’t you get tired of doing this over and over?” asked Luke, although he still couldn’t quite bring himself to ask why he had picked such a job.
Jagger sighed and glanced at him. “The trips aren't that often. I stay nine months at the mine, I return, work at the prison for a bit, and make the return trip back. Then I don’t have to do it for another nine months. I started at the prison and didn’t have to travel at all, but I decided a change of scenery is sometimes good.”
He agreed to work at the lirek mines for a change of scenery? It probably paid a lot, and that was the real answer.
“Have you ever had other pets?"
“Yes.”
“I guess I’m just one slave in a long line of many.” Luke snorted, and Jagger chuckled. “Don’t worry. That’s nothing new for a whore.”
“What are you going to do after you get out? Be a whore again?”
“Ehh. I won’t stay young and pretty forever. I'm already twenty-nine. Besides, it’s hard to think about that point. I’ve got five years of being yours and the mine. Five years is a long time when you’re not free to do whatever you want.”
“Still, you should think ahead,” said Jagger. “I want you to have a good future. I took you under my wing because while you did piss in someone’s ale and commit a crime, you’re not a nasty piece of shit like some thieves are.”
“I have to think about my current future and get through that before I think of-” Luke waved a hand. “The next one.”
“Mm.” Jagger glanced at him again. “Put on your shirt. Your shoulders are a bit pink, and you need more time to get used to the sun. You don’t want to be scorched on day one.”
They were a little tender by evening since he’d gone hours without it. It felt strange to have clothes and shoes after being nude for days in the prison. He never even spent that much time naked in the whorehouse.
Dinner was boiled beans. They tossed in dried meat to soften it and had bread. Two of the guards did the majority of the cooking, but they had a prisoner help while they taught him.
The rest of the guards set up their small tents. The prisoners got bedrolls in the grass. To keep them from tip-toeing off in the night, a chain was strung between two carts. The bedrolls were open at the bottom, and a shackle was placed around every man’s ankle. A chain ran to the main one. The prisoners had enough slack so they could turn over and move around a bit without shaking the whole damn main chain. Luke settled on his bedroll and figured if Jagger wanted him, he’d fetch him.
Jagger had ridden his horse, but he was probably tired from the first day. Luke certainly was after all of that walking.
Some of the prisoners seemed to fall asleep pretty fast, and quite a few guards clustered around the fire as they talked and smoked. Jagger was in his tent. Two guards walked around the perimeter to keep watch.
Luke didn’t think much of it when two got up from near the fire, and he closed his eyes. After a minute, he heard a struggle a couple of bedrolls over, and he looked.
Luke was pretty sure it was the snide one from earlier who was being held down on his stomach. He tried to shout for help, but one shoved his face into his bedroll and the other tore down his pants.
“Too good to be my slave, huh?” said one guard. “You’re lucky you get oil.”
Luke’s first instinct was to yell for help, but a few guards only looked over as the guy struggled and managed to shout. Luke was tempted to jump and scream at them to do something becauserapewas a crime.
The two on patrol walked right by while the prisoner was held down and raped. The other prisoners pretended it wasn’t happening, and Luke realized if he yelled for help, he'd be told to shut up, and no one would do anything. None of the guards gave a fuck, and they might punish him for daring to say anything.
He tried to block out the noise. He was pretty sure if he said anything, it wouldn't end well for him.
Even with the ring on his collar marking him as special, he wanted to be in Jagger’s tent and away from those two bastards. Fuck, the majority of the guards were probably rapists too.
The guard helping to hold down the victim switched with his buddy and had a turn too. The guy stayed silent while the second fucked him hard and fast. After he finished, the two bastards stood and fixed their trousers.
“You should have kneeled for me when you had the chance.” The first spit on the prisoner, and they went to rejoin the other men.
He must have been offered and refused, thinking he could make it alone. Apparently, some guards didn’t like being told no. The prisoner started weeping into his bedroll, and Luke wasn’t sure if he should say something. What the fuck did one say to someone who had just been raped? Sorry?
Jagger’s tent was dark, and he wasn’t sure if the others would let him loose to go over there or not. Maybe if he said he was going to suck his Master’s cock, they’d allow him, but maybe not since Jagger seemed to have gone to bed for the night.
It took a long time for him to fall asleep.
They were released in the morning and permitted to go ten paces the way they came for a piss under the watchful eyes of guards. If they had to squat, they went twenty paces. The abused one wouldn’t even raise his head or look at anyone. As soon as Luke was done, he headed for Jagger’s tent. The other senior guard was emerging from his own, but he barely glanced at Luke.
“Sir,” Luke hissed in an urgent whisper.