By geier [CC BY-SA 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons The photo has been cropped.

Stripped of my armour, groomed like a woman, they even pierced my lips to bring supreme pleasure to the winner. I can hear the ruckus of the audience, any kind of species gathered for the slave auctions on this station.

And I am next.

My stomach revolves – it’s now or never! Has my lover received my SOS?

A thud – a muffled shout, I look up and a load is taken from my mind. There he stands, surrounded by our band of mercenaries.

“There you are!” Sam does a double take, eyebrows rising.

“Don’t say it!”

“I wouldn’t say anything – – – sweetums!”

 

Look at Ofelia’s idea: http://ofeliagrand.com/2015/03/27/man-leash/