Putting the boys out on display in a busy Gorean market street to entice in rich female customers
"Hmm, I haven't seen this one before. A new one to play with, and ever so pretty, in his matching enamel collar and bells." added her friend.
I watched her hand, in horror, as mischievously, she reached between my thighs. Between finger and thumb, taking hold of the manhood collar I wore, she held me up. If she touched me I would not be able to help myself.
"Are you kept locked up in that nasty thing all the time? Poor little kajirus." She pouted in mock sympathy, studying my manhood as she held it.
I knelt nervously, shifting slightly on my knees, uncomfortable at feeling myself held but untouched by the slave girl. Once I had laid with slaves such as she, commanding them to my pleasure, now I was at their mercy.
(Imagine if you were locked away, able to get hard but not cum? Instead of being allowed to stroke yourself? Am I not kind? Edge again, this time use the brush on your shaft - do not be shy, give it a god scrub!)