Preface: This is a role play between two male avatars within the 3D social world known as Second Life. The characters and setting are LOOSELY based on the fictional world of Gor, a world of Masters, Mistresses, and slaves. If you fancy yourself as some kind of Gorean officianado, there is no need to leave comments about what is and isn’t Gorean about this role play. Enjoy the scene as it was meant – as erotic enjoyment. If Gor is a new concept, think of a Conan/medieval like time period. No modern technology, no fanciful forms of transportation. I wrote for the character of ‘Ahn’ and have full permission to post/publish for ‘Will’.

Introduction: Ahn, having been brought to the planet of Gor from Earth, had finally found his place at the feet of a man, a physician, named Will. After 5 months of ownership, Ahn was released and became a Free Man in an attempt to learn more about himself and the world around him. The following role play takes place 2 months after Ahn’s departure from his Master in Tabor. Ahn’s travels bring him back for a visit to Tabor. He finds his way to the infirmary where he knows his former Master would most likely be and is asked to wait in Will’s office.

The story is kept in its original role play format to keep the intensity of it all intact.

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Ahn looks up from the spot on the floor he hadn’t realized he was staring at so long, blinking to clear his vision, offering up a bit of a grin. “Busy as ever as I see.”

Will lets his eyes travel your body slowly, lingering in so many familiar places, then looks back to your eyes and smiles, “It is good to you again Ahn… Indeed I am it seems”

Will moves to his desk and settles in, “Will you sit?”

Ahn shifted somewhat awkwardly then sat as asked, anxious in his silence

Will watches you settle into the chair and glances to his desk a moment then back to your eyes, the smile more a grin now, “Tell me Ahn… How are you? And what tasks fill your days now?”

Ahn starts to shrug then feels the familiar training kick in, “I am…well. Been doing some traveling and such. After awhile it all starts to look the same. There have been rumors of Tabor’s growth.”

Will nods slowly and adjusts some scrolls, his gaze wandering out the doors a moment before returning to you, “Tabor endures as ever… The wealth of our mines, and the fire of our kajiri as famous as the precision of our coins”, his face expressionless now, as he studies you, “But I ask of you, not Tabor… What do you do in your travels?”

Will takes his gaze from you as he stands, seeming to look out the window as he moves closer to it, and behind you

Ahn takes in a deep breath through his nostrils holding your gaze for only a moment before lowering them to the scrolls, seeing them but not seeing them as he exhales. “I’ve learned some of trade, of sailing….,” he words and thoughts trailing off as his eyes follow you

Ahn turns in the seat still not quite used to sitting, especially before you…he stands slowly yet keeps a respectful distance

Will smiles out the window, his voice low and seemingly distant, a question inflected, “Then it is trade you seek… and adventures on the sea…”, then turns, his expression hard as his eyes seem to bore into you, “Or is that only the diversions you use to set you from your true course…”, stepping closer now, “Tell me b… Ahn… What is it you seek?”

Ahn knew that look, that tone, having seen and heard them many times before. He quickly side stepped and moved towards the window this time as if somehow that would clear his addled thoughts. He said the one thing he had been telling himself since the last time he left, “Sanctuary.”

Will watches you expressionless as you move out the doors, and pauses, a slow thin smile painting his face before he wipes it away and moves close behind, his breath warm on the back of your neck, his hands reach up but don’t quite touch you, but close enough the warmth is felt at your sides, the word nearly a rasp as he lets the breath of it kiss your neck and shoulder, “Sanctuary… “, then his hands softly caress you before holding you still before him, firmly, his lips brushing your neck now, moving to the side of your neck, “That you find in your Master boy”

Ahn began to tense hearing the footsteps draw near. He wanted to turn, to face you, but ended up gripping the railing instead for much needed balance. Whatever strength he had began to dwindle quickly, his feet shifting, head dropping, his words barely audible, “What…are you…doing?” He knew without asking but continued to try to convince himself he wouldn’t and couldn’t crumble so easily.

Will pushes into you, pressing you against the railing as his hips grind him into you, a boot sliding between your feet and pushing your legs apart, his growing stiffness evident against the tender flesh between your buttocks as his hands slide down, pushing your kilt down, then ripping it away and throwing it over the railing as he bites gently at the flesh on the back of your shoulder, then in your ear again, a soft lick as his hands grip firmly at your hips, his groin pinning you to the railing, “It isn’t me boy…