Whatever else one might say about Mr. Fraser, it seems unlikely that he is one who indulges in the pleasures of the fleece (although one cannot be so sure about Mr. Deane). Nonetheless, his opus is not wholly free of the vocabulary of kink (c.f. ‘...clanking chains’, ‘...fettered prisoner...’, ‘...gilded cage’, etc.) (CH).
Who ya kiddin’, Childe? If this drongo ain’t an S’n’M pervo, then I’m Sharklene from Neighbours! All this sicky lyrical hogwash’s just a front! Oblige him and stick his ‘limbs … in blood-warm sand’ — only smear him in honey and make bloody sure he can’t dig himself out again! (JHG)