This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction.
Sensation returned again. This time, it was dark.
Marius lay naked on a floor, he assumed somewhere within the master's house. He had a splitting headache, the hangover, he deduced, from whatever they had made him drink. His ass — both buttocks and anus — was sore, presumably from his rape, as was his chaq and other muscles. His knees and his buttocks were also scraped raw, either from the rape or from getting to or from the room where he was raped, he surmised.
He wondered idly what was in the drink that would simultaneously stimulate someone and remove the drinker's inhibitions. He had never had sex with a man, and was never even curious about it because of Gor's cultural taboos. And yet he not been as hard as he was while being raped since the time he was on a mission and celibate for an entire Yhn.
Marius was not alone. Also lying with him was the kajira, up against him, presumably for body warmth, similarly naked, her buttocks pressing against his groin.
Rapes of males by other males were as discussed in Gorean society as the concept of men loving men — only furtively in private conversations. Submissive men were anathema to free Gorean men, some of whom would try to kill pagar kajiri over their disgust with a kajirus' submissive nature. Although, he imagined, not a kajirus as large as the ebony one.
He had once served as a pagar kajirus after the Ubar had tasked him to infiltrate the home of a free woman thought to be colluding with the Kurii. The woman had once threatened to penetrate him with the handle of a whip, but had not carried out her threat beyond running a whip handle up and down the crack of his ass after whipping him.
He couldn't rule out the possibility, but he had never seen a pagar kajirus like the one who had raped him. That made him wonder, even with the red silk, whether the kajirus was instead a fighting slave or a bodyguard of the master.
Which brought another question to mind: Why was he kidnapped? He did not know either the master or the kajirus from sight. He had never been to this house. Free women had been known to be kidnapped and sold into slavery, but not free men from his experience.
The master was, based on his clothing, from the green caste, a physician. And yet he seemed to own several female slaves and at least one male slave. That seemed like a lot of slaves for a physician. Was the kajirus actually his bodyguard? Why would a physician need a bodyguard?
And he had a slave goad, which was rare and expensive. Why would a physician need a slave goad?
Instead of asking questions that resisted answering, Marius tried to analyze his situation in the darkness. He had been captured, and now was without money or clothing, not even boots. He assumed he was in Ar, but he couldn't be sure of that, and he did not know where in Ar he was. Even if he was not a collared or branded slave, he was nonetheless a captive of this master's house. Even if he could effect an escape, that would get him only out of this house, not back where he should be if he was somewhere other than Ar. And given how many slaves were kept naked by their masters in part to discourage escape, as soon as he escaped from the house, he would be presumed to be a slave. Being recaptured by this master would be bad; being captured by someone else — panthers, or outlaws, or a slave trader — might be worse. Since there was no official record of his actual job, he could effectively disappear without rescue.
