Enslaved by a Rebel [Sold! 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

Sold! 2

Enslaved by a Rebel

Desperate and determined…

Being sold to a beautiful golden alien certainly seems better than facing his imminent demise, but Jarrett Michaels is stunned when the alien offers him his freedom in exchange for one long and lusty weekend.

Leaving behind everything and everyone he knows might be more than Ranic Vaidya can handle, but he’s determined to know love in another man’s arms no matter the cost.

Once he’s free of his planet’s repression, Ranic discovers stunning new abilities, and the capacity for deep and abiding love. But when the auction house wants their slave returned, Jarrett and Ranic fear the worst. Just how far will they go to be together?

Genre:
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Science Fiction

Length:
35,484 words
 

ENSLAVED BY A REBEL

 

Sold! 2

 

 

 

 

 

Anitra Lynn McLeod

 

 

 

 

 

 

EVERLASTING CLASSIC

MANLOVE

 

 

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ENSLAVED BY A REBEL

Copyright © 2012 by Anitra Lynn McLeod

E-book ISBN:
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First E-book Publication: December 2012

 

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This is for anyone who has struggled simply to be who they are and love freely without interference by others.

ENSLAVED BY A REBEL

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ANITRA LYNN MCLEOD

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Chapter 1

 

Jarrett Michaels was going to drown. He’d gotten down deep in azure-blue waters only to discover that his tank was malfunctioning, and he would never make it back to the surface before he ran out of air. As he contemplated his imminent death, he had to admit there was a kind of peace in dying doing something he loved. What irony that he’d resisted learning to scuba because he was claustrophobic. But at the tender age of thirty-two, he’d bitten the bullet and taken his first lesson. To his amazement, he didn’t feel the walls crushing in on him when he was in a suit underwater. His trainer said he was a natural. Sometimes it seemed that he had told himself he had a problem when in fact he didn’t. Perhaps it was human nature, or maybe he’d known all those years ago that he was destined to die underwater so subconsciously he’d put an obstacle in his path so he wouldn’t end up dead in the water at forty.

And then something very strange happened. Jarrett was far below the surface, making peace with his looming death, when he was suddenly on a stage surrounded by a bunch of other men. Since they were naked, Jarrett assumed he was, too. He didn’t look down to see because the state of his undress didn’t matter to him as much as the curiosity of his death experience did. He’d thought he’d see his whole life flash by him and then he’d walk into the light, but all he was getting were lights glaring into his face. There was no montage of the poignant moments of his existence, just this odd cattle call for the afterlife. How come he’d never heard of anyone having a near-death experience that involved a stage full of naked men wearing weird collars with blinking lights?

Jarrett watched with laid-back curiosity as several of the men were moved to the front of the stage for what he could only call a display. Invisible hands stroked the men, turned them, jacked them off, and then some thunderous voice, the same one that seemed to be describing the men, called out that they had been sold and they were taken away.

Maybe this was judgment day and Jarrett, along with the other men here, had been deemed unworthy to enter heaven, so they’d been taken to a place where their souls were sold to the highest bidder.

Does the devil buy souls? Jarrett asked himself.

He didn’t think he did. The devil just tricked people out of them. Besides, Jarrett couldn’t think of anything he’d done that would keep him out of heaven. He wasn’t a thief, he didn’t kill, and he didn’t covet. He wasn’t overly religious, but he also wasn’t a total heathen, either. He couldn’t think of one of the Ten Commandments that he’d broken. Oh, well, except for that adultery one. Not that he’d ever been married, but if premarital sex were counted then yeah, he was in trouble. But that really wasn’t fair when he couldn’t legally get married in most states since he was gay. If being homosexual was a crime, then he was in a lot of trouble because he’d known he liked men from pretty much the get-go.

That made him think back over the relationships he’d had. Some of the men he’d loved so fiercely it was almost painful, and others he’d only cared about, but he’d always held a part of himself back. Jarrett wasn’t sure why. There was just something inside him that didn’t find that elusive match that he was always looking for. Sure, they had fun together and sometimes the sex had been mind-blowing, but eventually Jarrett grew tepid and ultimately he faded away. Sadly, it seemed to be a mutual thing. Neither he nor his partner cared enough to try to keep things together. He’d known couples who met, clicked, and stayed together through thick and thin and were so fully in love with one another they were almost annoying. Almost. But what upset him was his own heavy feeling of envy. He’d always wanted what those couples had. Jarrett had never told anyone, but he’d always had this crazy kind of fairy-tale image in his head of his perfect man. He’d lost that dream around thirty when another hot and heavy relationship fizzled. There weren’t any magical knights in shining armor anymore, so holding out hope for one was nothing short of pathetic.

Jarrett’s turn came to be thrust into the limelight at center stage. He was curiously disconnected from what was being done to him. It was almost as if he didn’t care. In a way he supposed he did, but just not very much. There didn’t seem to be a lot he could do about the situation, so he just stood and allowed the disk below his bare feet to turn him this way and that as the thunderous voice pointed out all his attributes. The voice made him sound duller than dirt, frankly, by just spewing his vital statistics without making any attempt to make him sound interesting. List anyone in such a way and they would sound dull.

While he was standing there hearing the voice say he was six foot three and two hundred ten pounds, Jarrett tried to recall if that was correct. The height was right, but he didn’t think he weighed that much. He looked down. He wasn’t flabby, even under the unforgiving lights. His skin was bronzed from his time in the Caribbean, but it would soon fade when he returned to his accounting job in land-locked Colorado.

When he felt a touch along his back from the nape of his neck down to the soles of his feet, he straightened, and so did his cock. Another stroke stopped at his buttocks, parted them, and then something was slipped inside his ass. Jarrett struggled to stop what was happening, to fight off his invisible foe, but he found himself immobilized. All he could figure was the collar and the platform he stood on worked in concert to keep him still for his display. But for who?

Peering past the lights into what he thought would be an audience, he couldn’t see anything or hear anyone. Just what kind of a show was this?

Whatever had been inserted into his ass warmed and grew, pressing against sensitive nerves and making him long for release. The other men who’d gone before him had climaxed, and apparently it was part of the show because the more Jarrett resisted, the more stimulation the device in his ass delivered. Jarrett tried to tell whoever was selling him that he didn’t enjoy anal sex, not as a getter but only as a giver, but he couldn’t move his mouth any more than he could move his arms.

Eventually, the device in his ass found the most sensitive spot right near his prostate and rubbed ruthlessly until he came. Jarrett didn’t recall ever having such a bizarre sensation of climax without any pleasure. Sure, he came, shooting out a good jet, but he didn’t feel an orgasm or even a climax. It was just odd. And then it was over, the device was taken away, and he was moved toward the back of the stage.

Unsure what was going on now, Jarrett stood and waited for the next man to go toward the center of the stage, but nothing was happening. There was total silence, and then the booming voice said, “Sold!”

Sold
? Jarrett tried to wrap his head around that. He’d thought of him and the others being put on display to sell their souls, but it seemed they were sold in their entirety. The idea that someone had bought him sent a terrible chill through his entire body. What had they bought him for, and what in the world was going to happen to him now?

Chapter 2

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