Early mornings

River comes sleepily out of the kennels and rubs his eyes. Automatically they drift to the basement doors, weary after finding them open not more than a hand ago. Seeing them closed, he sighs with relief and makes his way to the stairs. He walks into his master's main hall still rubbing his eyes and goes over to the door.  Hafnir rubs against his legs and absentmindedly he reaches down and pets the little beast. "When I am awake little one," he promises and then steps out into the bright morning sunshine. He sighs as hafnir darts between his legs and runs out into the courtyard too. "Okay okay," he says" but don’t get too near you will get wet" he squats down by the water pump and starts to wash. 

He stands up shivering from the cold water and walks over to dry in the sun. River uses the wall to climb up on top of the washing line and he perches there, his face turned to the sun and his eyes closed as his goose pimpled skin dries in the light heat of the early morning. In his mind he goes through what he has to do today. As soon as his brother woke he would get him to see to the animals. He didn’t feel like doing it himself today. Besides what is the use of being first boy if he didn’t exercise it now and then.

River opened his eyes and looked down at the Thassa; it was so peaceful at this time of day. It was his favourite time of day. His master was still dreaming in his bed, his chain brother was still wrapped in a fur in the kennel snoring softly and twitching now and then like a little puppy that was deep in a dream chasing after a ball or something like it. River laughed lightly, chuckling at the analogy. He suddenly pictured his brother's leg twitching, and he started giggling again. It seemed ages before he seemed able to stop. He wiped his tear filled eyes and looked down the Thassa once more sighing at how beautiful it looked with the sun sparkling on the crystal clear waters.

River: he must be crazy dragging his body from his furs at this ahn in the morning but he loved the peace. Just the sound of the birds and the lapping of the water on the small dock that sat outside his master's place of trading.  Behind him the flag of the village flapped in the wind, perched on top of the dock house. he looked down at the swan and her babies that ducked their heads every now and then looking for food. He should have brought the stale bread from the kitchen for them and he makes himself a mental note to do just that.... but not now.

 Note..... River sighs. He should check the notice board before he does anything else. In case his master left him a chore to do. His heart saddens as he remembers the last special chore he found on the notice board. Writing out and delivering the release papers of his absent brothers. And though it meant that his master's time was now split between only two sluts and he got more attention, it still filled him with sadness not knowing what had become of them

River looks down and sees a boy walk past, and shrugs as he doesn’t recognise him. He hopes that no one bothers the boy. River hears a splash and looks around confused, then laughs as he sees the wild boy Rocco has fallen off the bridge. He considers for a moment to go and help him then thinks Nah. He shouts “are you okay Rocco?”   River peers into the crystal clear waters looking for his friend

River sighs as the sky gets even brighter and he jumps down from his perch and goes back in the house to start his daily grind of chores. : as he enters he spots a box that he didnt see before on the table and a note with it. He reads it and then smiles and goes in to the office of his master and pins it to the notice board

Βīηא (xzno.darcy): wakes up feeling good and ready for the day go goes to work getting a crate he opens it and starts to put herbs spices and some other things in it he makes the crate with his seal its ready to go to the trade house then writes a note and sticks it to the box

βīηא (xzno.darcy): walking down the path to the traders house with the crate he comes to their door fumbling around with one had he finds the key he was given and opens the door he then makes his way to the table, being carefully he sets the crate on to the table then marks the note on it To trader Franzi

River feeds hafnir who is chasing him all morning and then throws his ball for him to chase. He goes into the living room and picks up the black wine tray from the night before and takes it in to the kitchen. He puts it in the wash bowl and then lights the stove ready to make fresh for when his master awakes. He then warms up a pan of bosk milk and spoons three spoons of gruel into a bowl. He waits till the milk begins to steam then tips it in, stirring it well. He adds two spoons of yellow sugar then sits on the work surface and eats it. Now he is ready to start his day

The Dance

Giggles: okay I was in a naughty mood today and knew my beloved master wanted to concentrate on getting the house sorted out so that we could start to roleplay for real. But this bad bad slave just couldnt help but try to distract him.

River looks around the house finding no one there he decides to practice his dancing while no one is looking. He enters the sand dance pit and lifts his body to full height, stretching and elongating his limbs, tambourine in his hands: in his mind he imagines the music, beating and pounding in his chest

He shakes the tambourine his arm out wide and his eyes closed. River twists his body, slipping to lifting his leg high into the air before going into a deep lunge that he twists so that he is rolling in the sand. He rolls into the splits

River then rolls again placing his feet flat on the floor and pushing up arching his back and displaying his heat. He moves forward pointing one foot then the other to the side, rolling his hips and curving his back. River moves to the empty chair, falling to his knees, his eyes fixed on the imagined face of his beloved master and he licks his lips.

  Endy walks up the stairs having watched their Master at work, walking into the living room he sees his brother dancing, he quickly knees behind the pillar to watch his brother

Slowly and sensuously he winds his hips, thrusting his heat forward for his master's eyes to feast on. he smoothes his hands down his sweat slickened body and arches back, his finger brushing his slave's cock, tempting it to harden for his master's pleasure. He groans wishing that his master really was there, cus then his balls would be tied tightly forcing the blood to his semi hard cock, making it bounce as he danced

River leans back on the sand pit, bent backwards and moves his hand down over his balls, rubbing them in his dance, lifting and displaying himself

Endy giggles from behind the pillar, his eyes widening at his brother's sensual moves, committing each and every movement to memory

River takes his member firmly in hand and presents himself for inspection.

River’s eyes fixed once more on the empty chair he crawls towards it, his eyes filled with lustful heat: he lifts his ass up into the air presenting it for his master's enjoyment and groans as his pucker twinges in excitement. River pushes his feet beneath him and stands with one fluid motion, his hips moving still independently of his torso. He lifts his hands high above him almost displaying the small bells on the tambourine the only music to be heard. : he is lost in his dance, seeing nothing but the face of his beloved master, hearing nothing but the breathing of his master's excited breath

Endy watches his brother's movements, his eyes fixed on his brother's erection, his mouth salivating at the thought of a taste of it as he feels his own cock beginning to harden watching his brother

River bends smoothing his hands down up his leg displaying his perfect ass to his master and he smiles. He throws his body backward flipping once then twice before falling back to his knees as he winds his dance down; : the music in his chest slowing as the sweat on his body begins to cool. Finally he throws himself forward, his arms outstretched and wrists crossed, his head to the ground and breathing heavily

Endy licks his lips, his eyes growing wide as his brother thrust his ass in the direction of their Master's chair giving him a view of his brothers awaiting hole, then sighs as his brothers dance finishes as he tries to hid his own throbbing erection beneath his silks

River: his chest rises and falls as he breathes, recapturing his breath, his sweat covered body cooling rapidly in the spring air.

Endy coughs slightly pretending he has only just entered the room "Yes Layla I will find you and Hafnir some milk..... oh, greetings my brother"

River slowly lifts up his eyes closed still breathing heavily then jumps hearing his brother’s voice

Brother!" he exclaims “I didn’t know you were here"

Endy rubs his hands against his thighs pretending distraction "oh, I had just been cleaning up, trying to find where the Urts are nesting"

River: aye we will have to set some traps .He looks up seeing his master has arrived. “Ohh hello my master” River tries to tuck his hardness between his legs; Embarrassed by his turgidity, River presses his cock down between his legs. River blinks innocently. “I was just practicing my dance my master.” River kneels before his master his legs split widely apart

River's day

River stood on the dock and waved goodbye to his master. Every time the ship left the left Hrimgar, his heart sank. Gor was such a barbaric world, it scared him, making him wonder if this was the time that his Master would meet his match with the bow or sword, that this was the time that he never came back. He watched until the ship rounded the mountain and sailed out of view taking his beloved master with it.  He sighed deeply and his arms feel limply to his sides. Even though it was early, not even light River knew he had work to do. Although his master never gave him a list, there were things that were expected of him, things that had to be done every day whether he wanted to do them or not.  

Resignedly, River walked along the long dock, his head hanging low to his chest as he negotiated the slick dew covered wooden walkway. His feet knew where they were going. It was a path he had followed more than once. He took the bunch of keys from around his neck and pushed one into the lock of the trading hall, turning it twice and unlocking the door. Now would be a good time to take inventory as he seemed to be alone. He picked up his board and a charcoal pencil and began to count his master’s supplies.  

Silks – 26

Ropes – 27

Slave wine – 10

Collars – 10

River continued to check off the goods that were stored for trade, making sure that nothing had been stolen while he and his master had slept. Satisfied that everything was there, River put his board down on the small desk that was provided for him and picked up his quill. He dipped it into the small bottle of ink and wrote out the inventory form neatly for his master, making sure to blot each line so that it was legible. He put down his quill and stretched. The lowness of the desk hurt his back and made his legs ache but then it was not designed to be comfortable, it was a slave desk, not a master’s with a large padded chair. He was grateful that his master afforded him a simple cushion to save him from the icy cold floor. He placed his quill back on to the desk top and rolled the parchment up and tied it with a piece of string before placing it on his master’s desk. He tidied up a little using a small feather duster to clean the desks and cages, and then swept the floor, making sure that it is pleasant for any master’s looking to do business with his own master. 

He left the trade hall open and walked the short distance down the docks to the home of his master. There were house chores to be done before the first ship arrived and delivered more trading goods.

“Hello my lovelies,” he says as he opens the door that leads to his master’s bosk. He lifts up a shovel and begins to clear the dirty hay away. He worked up and sweat and by the time he had finished his nice clean tunic was smeared with dirt. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a dirty mark in its place and then spread nice clean straw for the bosk to stand on. He stood back and admired his work, pleased to have one of the chores under his belt. 

He sighs and strips off his tunic, thinking he should have maybe cleaned the bosk while nude; it was much easier to wash him that to scrub clothes. He carries them back up to the kitchen and drops them next to the wash tub, ready to do when he got the time. As he straightened up he caught sight of his master’s muddy boots and couldn’t help the sigh that slipped from between his lips. River sits down on the stool and reaches down and picks up one of the boots, slipping his hand inside. The inner sole was soft and River stoked it, trying to remember what it felt like to have something so soft under his feet, cushioning him as he walked. His feet were almost always bare now as was the rest of his body, although since moving north he was allowed to bind his feet with fur and his master had purchased the plain tunics that he was allowed to wear, and for really bad weather he did have a fur cloak. These of course had to be removed whenever he was inside. Absentmindedly he lifted up a brush and began to clean the dried mud away. It took much longer than he thought it would to get the boots back up to a shine and he placed them neatly against the wall and put away the brush.

He stretched, pressing his fingers into the small of his aching back. He didn’t know what time it was, but he knew the day was moving onwards and soon his master would be home, expecting his chores to be completed. How he wished that Mamba would return; there was just too much to do for one lone boy. The day just seemed to fly past, morning turning to afternoon as the first ship sailed in and the captain rang the trade bell. River worked hard, helping to unload the bales of silk and kegs of salt and a multitude of other goods, cataloguing all of it and gaining signatures of captains and traders so that his master could settle with them on his return. In between ships arriving he carried the goods up to his master’s trading hall for safe keeping, heaving the heavy sacks onto his shoulders and staggering under the weight until the sun began to dip below the horizon once more.

As the light faded River took the key from around his neck and locked up the trade hall for another day, first checking that he had left all inventories for his master’s approval on his desk. Wearily, the owned boy made his way back to his master’s house and climbed the steep stairs. He removed the tunic that he had put on for his work outside and put it next to the wash tub, ready to wash before he retired for the night. He had a quick wash, wishing that he could have taken time to soak in the bath but knowing he still had so many chores to do. Not knowing the ahn of day, River began to prepare a meal for his master’s return, placing a hank of bosk to roast, sprinkling it with a variety of Gorean herbs and spices that his master had in small corked jars on the shelves of the kitchen. He then sat on the floor and peeled a pan of sul’s and onions and put them to roast also along with some mushrooms. With a sigh, he went over to the pump and began to fill his tub at least he could soak the soiled clothes while he was cooking.

“I am home Mine.” The voice rang out clearly as the door to the lower level banged open.

River quickly arranged himself in the bracelets position, with his knees spread widely so that his master could see all of his property when he entered the kitchen.

He trembled slightly as his master’s feet sounded heavy on the stair, not from fear but from excitement. Being owned had opened up feelings in him that he never knew existed. The kitchen door opened and River automatically straightened his body, pushing out his chest, the tiny rings through each of his tender nipples glinting in the torchlight of the dimly lit house. His flaccid cock hung between his spread legs, resting on his hairless ball sack. He widened his knees further, and his cock and balls rested on the rough wooden floor.

The tall handsome master moved so that he was standing between his property’s spread legs and looked down at him, a smile touched his lips as he pressed his booted foot down on the boy’s exposed genitals. River gasped, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud and his master pressed down a little harder, letting his boy know that he was owned.

“How is my lil sunshine?” Franziskus asked looking down not unkindly.

River swallowed and tried to ignore the pressure on his balls. “This boy is  ... is well  ... m ... my master,” he stammered.

Franziskus smiled again seeing the look on his boy’s face. “And have you finished all of your chores my sunshine?” he asked, pressing down again.

“N ... no ... m ... my master; please forgive this lazy useless boy.” River hung his head, feeling the pressure of his master’s foot.

The master let the smile slide from his face as he contemplated his property for a moment, moving his foot slightly from side to side, grinding his boy’s tender organs under it. River trembled and let out a low moan, shaking as he waited for his master’s displeasure. Franziskus suddenly beamed widely and moved his foot backward and off of his property and clapped his hands twice, indicating the boy should jump into his arms.”

Not hesitating River leaped into his master’s arms and hid his face into his neck. “That is alright my lil sunshine, I know that you have done all that you can, you would not dare not to. Now go get me some Kalana wine and something to eat.” Franziskus slapped his property’s bare arse making him yelp as he dropped him so he could go and do his bidding.  He began to strip off his armour as he watched his boy run to the pantry and collect a new bottle of wine and a smile came to his lips once more knowing that soon the boy would be providing more than just wine for his pleasure.

Agony of Ecstasy

The Agony of Ecstasy

River wakes up suddenly, he didn’t remember falling asleep but he must have. The slave kennel was hot and sticky, the deathly still air stifling. The kennel was empty except for him; his brother must be out serving their master once more. River sighs, and rolls over in his bunk, it had been days since he had enjoyed his master’s attentions and where he did not begrudge his brother, he wished he could have shared in their adventures together too.

River reaches down and scratches his balls that are sticking to his leg in the humid air, and he moans softly as his cock reacts to his touch. He uses his fingers to separate them from his leg and then rolls then tenderly in his hand. His hand drifts to his penis and he trails a finger down the length, feeling it jump beneath it. It had been so long since he had felt relief. He pinches the tip of his cock and a small pearl of cum seeps out. Using his thumb he spreads it over the sensitive skin and then slides his hand down his shaft. Pleasure floods through him and he lies back with his knees bent and legs open as he fists his cock slowly. His head tells him to stop, that if he is found out he will be punished but his body begs him to continue, his hips moving of their own accord, ignoring the warnings in his mind. Somewhere distant River hears a pleasured groan; he doesn’t recognise his own voice. He is lost in his self gratification.

A rivulet of sweat runs down his chest between his firm pectoral muscles  and he uses his free hand to wipe it away, instead his fingers find his nipple and squeezes and pulls it, sending a shock through his body that flows into his cock, making it jump once more in his hand.  Moaning almost silently he begins to thrust up into his hand, increasing his speed as he edged closer to his climax. His body felt as if it was on fire, he felt the wood beneath his back and the metal around his neck. As he fucks his fist slowly, he brings his free hand up to the collar and presses his fingers on the engraving. He didn’t know what it said, no one had seen fit to tell him but he knew it declared him property of Tidra. Property. The thought of that sent shudders through is body and his cock oozed he rubbed his hand over the head again, lubing himself even more.  His hand moves faster, jerking and jerking, every nerve in his body burns and his mouth falls open as his eyes close. He inches closer and closer, his cock throbbing under his caress. With a loud cry his cock explodes sending ribbons of hot creamy cum over his hand, he keeps jerking, riding out the ecstasy to its final moments. The door to the kennel opens silently and the man stands watching as the boy comes back down from his climax.

River's first report to master

After leaving the corn in Master's kitchen he sees the empty milk jug standing on the shelf and sighs. Master expected him to Milk the .. what did he call them Bosk Cows? .. he gathers a pail from the cupboard and carries it outside.
Standing in front of the animals he realises he has absolutly no idea how to do this.
Nervously he approches the animals. "Nice cow, " he mutters as he pulls a stool up to the nearest one, he reaches underneath and then pushes back away from it falling off the stool and landing on his arse.
"Not a cow," he yelps. Having learned his lesson this time he looks first, identifying the cow from the bulls. he pulls up his stool next to her and pats her side.
"nice cow," he says again. "you going to help a poor slave out and give me some milk?" he reaches for her teets fumbling with them. "there has to be some in there," he mutters after a few minutes of trying.  Then suddenly he gets a long squirt, grinning he does it again. before long his pale is full and he sits back satisfied with his progress.
"there you go Doris," he says to the cow. "all done. i will bring you some feed in a minute. i just need to get this out of the sun." He carries the pale up to the fort and in through the back door of the kitchen, depositing it in the chiller for Master then returns to the Bosk, collecting a bale of hay from the store first

Having finished in the garden he goes into the main hall of the fort seeing that the floor is covered in dust he goes back to the kitchen and puts a pan of water on the stove, having lit it earlier. he then gets the broom from the closet and goes back into the hall, sweeping the dust into a neat pile


Having desposed of the dust outside he goes back in the kitchen and pours the now hot water into his pail. He wipes the back of his hand over his forehead, to wipe away the sweat leaving a dirty streak in its place. He carries the pail into the the main hall and gets down on his knees to scrub the floor.


He sits up and stretches his aching back. it was getting late in the day and his Master still had not woken up. he drops the scrub brush in the pail and carries it outside. He puts the brush on a wall to dry and and empties the dirty water onto the vegetables, waste not want not. He looks down at his dirty body, thankful that he had the foresight not to wear his white silks. His Master would have been angry if he had gotten them dirty.  He contemplates using the bathtub in the kitchen and then decides against it not knowing if he was permitted to or not, as his Master used that tub the previous night. Checking that he had done all the chores in the fort he makes his way back to the slave kennel.

As he enters the slave kennel he sees the pile of dirty clothes that the warriors had given him the night before. He sighs sadly,his eyes drifting to the bathtub. His body ached from the back breaking work he had done but he hadnt finished yet. Reluctantly he heats some water and pours it into the wash tub and then drops to his knees, plunging the first huge tunic into the suds


 he washes each tunic and kilt carefully, piling them in a basket. he empties the tub and fills it with clean water. then dunks each piece again, risnsing away the suds and wringing out the clothes to get rid of the excess water putting them into another basket. He stands up, heaving the basket up with him, ignoring the pain in his back as he carries it over to the line. River Places the basket on the floor and then starts to hang the clothes to dry.

satisfied that he had done all the work that he had been instructed to do he stretches his tired body and looks longingly at the tub. Even taking a bath required him to work hard. With a sad sigh he places two large pans of water to heat. His mind drifts back to the easy life he had on Earth .. if only he had stayed at home that night, shaking his head and the thought from his mind he sees that the water is now steaming and tests the heat. not overly hot but enough for him. He pours the water into the tub and swishes it around. He finds a bar of  soap on the side of the tub and he steps into the warm water, sinking down and letting out a greatful moan of pleasure.


He rubs the soap over his body and hair, making sure his skin is spotless. Then remembering what his Master had commanded the day before he gets onto his knees and soaps his hand, rubbing the soap between the cheeks of his arse. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as he presses a soapy finger inside himself. It felt wrong to do but his Master had commanded him to do it daily. He works the soap in his hole making sure it was perfectly clean for his Master and then sinks back into the water, rinsing away the soap.
He soaks until the water gets cold and then gets out, using the thin towels that were there for the slave's use to dry himself. He goes to his his cot and takes out the box that is underneath, taking out his white silk. He wraps it around his waist and ties it loosely so that his Master can remove it easily if he so chooses to. He wonders if he is permitted to go and sit in the sun now his work was done and no other Warriors were yet awake. Deciding that if he sat on the wall overlooking the dock he would be working still of sorts, watching for raiders or visitors to his Master's shores.