A Fine Specimen
"How does it feel to have your entire race enslaved by people half your size, human? Knowing we can bend you to our will at any time?" the petite warlord stated, walking around the kneeling form of his newest slave.
The broad-shoulder man glared up at him from under a curtain of messy brown and grey hair. His arms were cuffed roughly behind his back; he still wore his teal Infinity Guard pants, but his shirt had long since been removed. Such lovely muscles this new slave had.
"I'll never submit," the captain hissed, his eyes shooting daggers at the Greytrexian.
"I assure you, I can be very persuasive. A few words, a light touch," the warlord purred into the man's ear, his fingers tracing down the human's firm chest. "I will make you scream my name before the night is through. You'll be begging me to keep you."
"Never!" the human snarled, struggling against his bonds. There was a sudden SNAP, and the cuffs broke apart, causing the pair to freeze. "Well now, this is an interesting development. The slave escapes his shackles and takes advantage of his ruthless, but adorably cute master," John announced, grabbing his husband by the waist and tossing him lightly onto the bed. Crawling over him, he slid down the zipper on the Greytrexian's indigo robe, and began to press kisses to his green neck.
"John, you're breaking character," Jack stated, failing to hold in a laugh. "You didn't even say 'Avocado.'"
"Maybe I don't WANT to say it. Not when I have a deliciously evil Lord Commander at my mercy," John purred. Their roleplay dissolved into frantic, passionate lovemaking from that point on.