Gay, Bejeweled, Nazi Bikers of Gor
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G through L › Gor
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
45,985
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Gor series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Manly modalities are revealed in Er
The Leader of the Pack was a massive, rugged man, and as he rose from his Harley I saw the shining of his jewels and the shape of his German helmet. He stepped forward to me, his chest broad and hairy beneath his leather vest, his hair long and unkempt and spilling out from beneath his helmet, his beard long as well.
He pulled off his sunglasses and my heart leapt.
"Please," I moaned, my knees weak.
He was the most manly man I had ever seen.
Even more manly than the manly men of Gor, who are, by and large, descended from Spartan warriors brought centuries ago by the Pope-Kings, and who were, of course, the most manly of all the men of Earth.
"Yer cute when you run, Sweet Cheeks," he said.
Could this be? I wondered. Could I be cute in the eyes of such a man? For all these years I had denied myself, my true nature, even on Gor, where all things live in their right place and their right way. I had denied my masterly feelings, my masterly needs. Even as the Leader of the Pack stepped forward to me I felt my master intimacies leap aflame, and I could not resist as he brought me close.
"How 'bout a kiss, cutie?"
He took me then, his lips fierce and manly against my own, and I suddenly felt the old conditioning, the old, false ways, fall away. I was a master, a Gorean master, and on Gor I dared not be anything other than what I was, a Gorean master. My heart leapt in joy as the Leader of the Pack held me, and his manly, masculine body pressed against my own.
And I saw the truth. Gor is a world where modalities of untruth are not permitted, where all things are what they should be, in their proper places and ways of being. And I saw then that manliness is manly, and that it has its proper place in things, which is to be with other manly things. In the modalities of evolution strength comes from the combining of strength with strength, not from its weakening by exposure to the weak. And I saw that this was why the Pope-Kings had brought Spartans to Gor, because the Spartans were the strongest and because they understood the principle of strength begetting strength, which in the end produces the strongest manliness. True strength, proper because it is in our very cells, bred over thousands of generations, seeks out other strength, and so true manliness must seek other manliness and must hide itself from the weakness of unmanliness that can so corrupt it. I had not seen this before, but my body and my instincts, selected for over a thousand generations from the first days of a brutish but noble caveman, had cried out for it. I had been weak in my denial of my strength, my true strength as a man. But on Gor, where the right place of things is ensured, I had now at last seen the truths of my own being, and I dared not deny them further. I was a master, and could not be other than a master. And as a master I must be strong and seek out other strength.
I loved the Leader of the Pack. For he was Gorean, as pure a Gorean as it is possible to be, strong and manly and in the right place of things. I could not deny this any longer, could not deny my modalities nor my feelings for him, my manly feelings. He had made me a true master, and I rejoiced in this.
At last he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.
"C'mon," he said. "I'll give you a ride. We should get back before Cobra starts settin' fire to stuff. He's got a thing for that."
My hand in his, the Leader of the Pack led me to his Harley and guided me to the seat. I looked back and saw Doona watching from a window and saw as she raised a single middle finger to me in the ancient Gorean salute. Then my attention was turned away as the Leader of the Pack climbed on the Harley and kicked it to life, and with a roar we roared down the small street, which on Gor might have many names, this being the way of Gor as described in a really, really long description by the slave Tiffany. And soon we were back at the great square of Er, doing a wheelie as we entered, to the cheers of the bikers and the warriors of Er.
Cobra dropped the torch he was carrying and tried to distract us by kissing Blergus.
In time, we made ready to depart from Er. Blergus, looking manly in his tight leather pants and tight leather vest, would ride with Cobra, and I saw to my satisfaction that Merlenius and the other warriors of Er had each found strong, manly bikers whose Harleys they could share.
Blergus came to me.
"I have found my true place in the right order of things," he said. "My master needs are now fulfilled."
"I, too, have found my true place," I said. "My master needs are also fulfilled."
"I love my biker!" he said. "I love Cobra!"
"He is most manly," I said.
Blergus smiled. "Yes. He makes me a natural master. He makes me a true man."
"So, too, the Leader of the Pack makes me a true man," I said. "I have fallen for the Leader of the Pack."
"They are all so manly, these bikers. They have shown me my true place, on Gor," said Blergus.
"Yes," I said. "They have shown me my true place also, on Gor."
I hugged Blergus and kissed him.
"I wish you well," I said.
"I wish you well," he said.
Blergus went back to Cobra's Harley as the Leader of the Pack stepped to me. "Ready, Sweet Cheeks?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" I exclaimed. And as I climbed behind him on his Harley, trembling with manly excitement as the engine roared, another biker activated the singing box in his sidecar, and another great war song of the bikers of Gor echoed around us as we rumbled out through the great gate of Er.
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way!
Yeah Darlin' go and make it happen
Take all of Gor in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space!
I was a master. Never before had this been so clear to me, so right. On Earth I had been weak and denied, but on Gor I could not be anything other than what I was, accepting the proper modalities of my nature. I was a Gorean master, my manhood and my masterhood achieved only in the embrace of a manly man, as it should be. And so, holding tight to the Leader of the Pack, I kissed the leather on his shoulder as we all roared out across Gor in search of manly adventures.
THE END
He pulled off his sunglasses and my heart leapt.
"Please," I moaned, my knees weak.
He was the most manly man I had ever seen.
Even more manly than the manly men of Gor, who are, by and large, descended from Spartan warriors brought centuries ago by the Pope-Kings, and who were, of course, the most manly of all the men of Earth.
"Yer cute when you run, Sweet Cheeks," he said.
Could this be? I wondered. Could I be cute in the eyes of such a man? For all these years I had denied myself, my true nature, even on Gor, where all things live in their right place and their right way. I had denied my masterly feelings, my masterly needs. Even as the Leader of the Pack stepped forward to me I felt my master intimacies leap aflame, and I could not resist as he brought me close.
"How 'bout a kiss, cutie?"
He took me then, his lips fierce and manly against my own, and I suddenly felt the old conditioning, the old, false ways, fall away. I was a master, a Gorean master, and on Gor I dared not be anything other than what I was, a Gorean master. My heart leapt in joy as the Leader of the Pack held me, and his manly, masculine body pressed against my own.
And I saw the truth. Gor is a world where modalities of untruth are not permitted, where all things are what they should be, in their proper places and ways of being. And I saw then that manliness is manly, and that it has its proper place in things, which is to be with other manly things. In the modalities of evolution strength comes from the combining of strength with strength, not from its weakening by exposure to the weak. And I saw that this was why the Pope-Kings had brought Spartans to Gor, because the Spartans were the strongest and because they understood the principle of strength begetting strength, which in the end produces the strongest manliness. True strength, proper because it is in our very cells, bred over thousands of generations, seeks out other strength, and so true manliness must seek other manliness and must hide itself from the weakness of unmanliness that can so corrupt it. I had not seen this before, but my body and my instincts, selected for over a thousand generations from the first days of a brutish but noble caveman, had cried out for it. I had been weak in my denial of my strength, my true strength as a man. But on Gor, where the right place of things is ensured, I had now at last seen the truths of my own being, and I dared not deny them further. I was a master, and could not be other than a master. And as a master I must be strong and seek out other strength.
I loved the Leader of the Pack. For he was Gorean, as pure a Gorean as it is possible to be, strong and manly and in the right place of things. I could not deny this any longer, could not deny my modalities nor my feelings for him, my manly feelings. He had made me a true master, and I rejoiced in this.
At last he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.
"C'mon," he said. "I'll give you a ride. We should get back before Cobra starts settin' fire to stuff. He's got a thing for that."
My hand in his, the Leader of the Pack led me to his Harley and guided me to the seat. I looked back and saw Doona watching from a window and saw as she raised a single middle finger to me in the ancient Gorean salute. Then my attention was turned away as the Leader of the Pack climbed on the Harley and kicked it to life, and with a roar we roared down the small street, which on Gor might have many names, this being the way of Gor as described in a really, really long description by the slave Tiffany. And soon we were back at the great square of Er, doing a wheelie as we entered, to the cheers of the bikers and the warriors of Er.
Cobra dropped the torch he was carrying and tried to distract us by kissing Blergus.
In time, we made ready to depart from Er. Blergus, looking manly in his tight leather pants and tight leather vest, would ride with Cobra, and I saw to my satisfaction that Merlenius and the other warriors of Er had each found strong, manly bikers whose Harleys they could share.
Blergus came to me.
"I have found my true place in the right order of things," he said. "My master needs are now fulfilled."
"I, too, have found my true place," I said. "My master needs are also fulfilled."
"I love my biker!" he said. "I love Cobra!"
"He is most manly," I said.
Blergus smiled. "Yes. He makes me a natural master. He makes me a true man."
"So, too, the Leader of the Pack makes me a true man," I said. "I have fallen for the Leader of the Pack."
"They are all so manly, these bikers. They have shown me my true place, on Gor," said Blergus.
"Yes," I said. "They have shown me my true place also, on Gor."
I hugged Blergus and kissed him.
"I wish you well," I said.
"I wish you well," he said.
Blergus went back to Cobra's Harley as the Leader of the Pack stepped to me. "Ready, Sweet Cheeks?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" I exclaimed. And as I climbed behind him on his Harley, trembling with manly excitement as the engine roared, another biker activated the singing box in his sidecar, and another great war song of the bikers of Gor echoed around us as we rumbled out through the great gate of Er.
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way!
Yeah Darlin' go and make it happen
Take all of Gor in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space!
I was a master. Never before had this been so clear to me, so right. On Earth I had been weak and denied, but on Gor I could not be anything other than what I was, accepting the proper modalities of my nature. I was a Gorean master, my manhood and my masterhood achieved only in the embrace of a manly man, as it should be. And so, holding tight to the Leader of the Pack, I kissed the leather on his shoulder as we all roared out across Gor in search of manly adventures.
THE END