Ah, what a tasty little morsel. Don't be deceived by the cover--there's no BDSM.
Pleasure slave Siris doesn't mind his fate, for he's fed and well cared for and no longer has to toil in the fields. However, his virginity is about to be sold to the highest bidder, marking the beginning of his career, in which he must serve any who buy his time, be they young and beautiful...or not.
He dreams of handsome, muscular men, and not one, but two, rescue him from his fate. He's taken away, fairy-tale style, to live happily ever after, as a consort, not a slave.
I love Jack Greene's steamy little short stories, and this one is charming and erotic at the same time. Don't feel sorry for "poor Siris, the slave boy" for while reading, I kept hearing a background track of The Police's "Wrapped Around Your Finger." Instead of being the playtoy of two dreamy hunks, if there were an epilogue, I'm sure you'd see the two "masters" eating from Siris' hand, or rather, them hand feeding Siris peeled grapes. Oh, yes, the barbarian and the guard don't know it yet, but the tables have turned.
The heat factor is intense! I loved how Siris teased his men! Be warned if you don't like age differences in regards to main characters: the story takes place on Siris' eighteenth birthday, and although Legar and Rakurr's ages aren't told, it's a given that they're older.
This is a short, sweet, sizzling hot read!