Gay, Bejeweled, Nazi Bikers of Gor

I stood now with Blergus, there on the high walls of Er, the greatest city of Gor. Its towers were high, and I saw the tern patrols, which protected the city from marauders from other cities, there being many other cities on Gor that envied Er and its great wealth, as well as the great wealth of its merchants, and who might attack as well in an attempt to capture its women and make them into slaves, this being the right and natural order of things on Gor, so decreed by the Pope-Kings, there hidden in their mountains.

Blergus spoke.

"It is calm this day," he said.

"Yes, it is calm this day," I said.

"I have been thinking," he said.

"I too, have been thinking," I said.

"I was with my many slaves, and yet I was not content," he said.

"I, too, was with my many slaves, and yet I too was not content," I said.

I looked at him, a Gorean man, not weak like an Earth man, who are weak and so castrate themselves by denying the modalities of their true nature. Blergus was strong, and he looked at me, and I could see that he was struggling, even as he drew forth his short sword and struck against the stone of the side of the wall.

It was strong stone. Gorean cities, unlike the cities of Earth, have much strong stone in them. This is quarried, typically, from quarries near the cities of Gor, there not being, as one finds on Earth, a market for such things as stone, the caste of the stoneworkers doing their work under the aegis of the state, so to speak, which provides them with their raw materials, cut forth by slaves from stone quarries near each city. This stone, so to speak, is then brought to the city by Thralion, or at times it is drawn by slaves, these being, so to speak, the cheapest form of labor. It is not well to be a slave on Gor, not if one is male, for male slaves are made to work and are held in great contempt by free men and slave girls alike, they being drawn from those without honor.

Honor, of course, is most important to Goreans, in a way not familiar to Earth men, who are petty and cruel in a way unfamiliar to Goreans, who hold honor in great esteem. Indeed, I have known Goreans who threw themselves from the high, stone walls of their cities rather than face capture and slavery, a fate certain to bring death, as the walls of Gorean cities are made of stone, quarried by slaves near each city, there not being a market for stone on Gor.

"I too, am not content," I said.

"It is difficult not to be content," Blergus said.

"Yes, it is difficult not to be content," I said.

"Yet we are men," he said. "We are masters. We should be content. And yet we are not."

"Why is this?" I asked him.

"I do not know," he said. "But I am not content."

I then considered the roles of master and slave. A slave has only to do her duty, and she, by her right nature, is fulfilled. This is the proper role for her in the world, one conditioned by the modalities of biology, bred, so to speak, into her very genes by millions of years where cavemen evolved evolutionarily, and a role in which she is fulfilled by her master, who, so to speak, is the male dominant over her in the right way of things. But, I thought to myself thinkingly, what of men? Have men not needs? Have masters such as the manly men of Gor not needs, master needs? What of their modalities, in the right way of things in the world, as Gor was in its rightness, under the watchful eyes of the Pope-Kings? Just as slaves must be enslaved and houseplants must be watered, must not the needs of men, of masterly men like Blergus, be important, be needed, be fulfilled?

I felt, in that moment, a kinship with Blergus, who even now wept in the pain of his master needs.

"I am a master!" he exclaimed. "My slaves do not fulfill me! Is there no one on Gor who can satisfy my true master needs? What of me?"

I thought then of the rightness of things, how hard it is to be a master on a world like Gor, which is true and correct in its roles, not like the weak and twisted world of Earth, and I thought of the modalities of mastership, its place, and how deep the needs were, not only in Blergus, but in myself, deep in me, in my very genes, evolved for centuries in a world where men were men and were manly men. And I knew then, that the master needs of Blergus could only be answered by a manly man, not like the men of Gor, whose manliness had been diverted, so to speak, by slaves and the demands of slaves, whose modalities so differed from those of masters, and whose needs were so different as well, this being the right way of things as it existed on Gor but not on Earth with its corrupt, teeming millions living wrongly.

"We have our needs," I said.

"Yes, we have our needs," said Blergus.

"But who will come to us and satisfy our needs, as manly men?" I asked.

"Yes, who indeed will come to us and satisfy our needs, as manly men?" asked Blergus.

"We are men of Gor," I said. "We have master needs."

"Yes," said Blergus. "We are men of Gor. We have master needs."

Then, far out on the plains of Er, I saw a trail of dust, as though made by a hundred Thralion.

"Look!" I cried. "It is a trail of dust, as though made by a hundred Thralion!"

"Yes!" cried Blergus. "It is a trail of dust, as though made by a hundred Thralion!"

I then heard the rumble, the growl and pop-pop that I knew was not a Thralion but was instead a sound I remembered from Earth. A sound of men, manly men atop the mystical mechanical beasts I remembered as the Harleys.