Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a slaver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much or more. An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. If there are few such on the market in a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel.
{Hunters of Gor - 32}
"There are few male slaves with long pedigrees. Goreans, though recognizing the legal and economic legitimacy of male slavery, do not regard it as possessing the same biological sanction as attaches to female slavery. The natural situation, in the mind of many Goreans is that master set/slave relation is one which ideally exists between man and woman, with the woman in the property position. Male slaves, from time to time, can receive opportunities to win their freedom, though, to be sure, usually in situations of high risk and great anger. Such opportunities are never accorded to the female slave."
~Savages of Gor, page 70~
Those who jeered me or sported with their straps and stones would have little reason for not thinking me slave. I was barefooted; my only garment was a short woolen, sleeveless tunic; on both the back and the front of this tunic was sewn a large block letter, the initial letter of the Gorean expression "Kajirus," which means a male slave.
There is no distinctive garment for a male slave on Gor, since, as it is said, it is not well for them to discover how numerous they are.
{Outlaw of Gor - 66}
The male slave, or Kajirus, seldom has a locked collar; normally a band of iron is simply hammered about his neck; often he works in chains, usually with other male slaves; in some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves; a captured female is almost invariably collared; a captured male is almost invariably put to the sword.
{Assassins of Gor - 51}
"A seduction slave?" she wept.
"Yes," he said. "He has much increased my stock of slaves."
{Magicians of Gor - 8}
"Most male slaves in the city were pampered silk slaves, owned by Gorean women who had not yet learned their sex. Such slaves, when captured, if not slain in disgust by the victors, were usually herded together like slave girls, and chained for disposition in markets catering to their form of merchandise, markets patronized largely by free women. To be sure, there were virile male slaves in Ar. For example, many of the fellows who attended to the great refuse vats usually kept at the foot of the stairs in insulae were male slaves. Usually they worked under the direct or indirect supervision of free men. Occasionally they would be treated to a dram of paga or thrown a kettle girl for the evening."
~Magicians of Gor, page 71~
"This perhaps because many male silk slaves are chosen to be male silk slaves not because they are weak or like women, but because they are not; it is only that they are men, and often true men, who must serve women, totally, in the same fashion that a slave female is expected to serve a free master. To be sure, it is also true, and should be admitted in all honesty, that many male silk slaves are rather feminine; some women prefer this type, perhaps because they fear true men; from such a silk slave they need not fear that they may suddenly be turned upon, and tied, and taught to be women. Most women, however, after a time, find this type of silk slave a banality and a bore; charm and wit can be entertaining, but, in time, if not conjoined with intellect and true masculine power, they are likely to wear thin.
The feminine type of male silk slave, incidentally, for better or for worse, is seldom selected for breeding purposes. Gorean slave breeders, perhaps benighted in this respect, prefer what they take to be health to what they think of as sickness, and what they take to be strength to what they deem weakness."
~Savages of Gor, page 69~
"They are male silk slaves, pleasantly featured, symmetrically proportioned, charming fellows, gentle, sensitive, unthreatening. They are well trained to be a woman's slave."
"Ah!" she said, as though interested.
"They are the sort," he said, "with whom a lady might chat of her day, her doings, and thoughts, with whom she might exchange gossip, and gratefully share delicate confidences. They are well-trained to be a woman's slave. They would look well in their silk at your slave ring. You could be proud of them as they hurry about your errands, keep your quarters and serve your friends."
"They are not masculine, are they?" she inquired. "I find masculinity so offensive and vulgar." She said.
"You need have no fear," he said. "They have been selected for their nature, which is that to be a
woman's slave."
{Witness of Gor - 132}
"You are then the sport slave?" I said.
"Yes," said he, "purchased from the pens at Lydius, for a girl's hunting."
I recalled the dark-eyed, dark-haired girl, vital and trim in her carefully tailored hunting costume, with the tunic and hose, the boots, cape and feathered cap. It was an attractive outfit.
"You have done well to elude them this long," I said. "Would you care for food?"
"Please," said he.
I threw him meat and he sat down, cross-legged. Seldom had I seen a man so tear at food.
{Beasts of Gor - 121}
"For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains."
~Nomads of Gor, page 30~
"There were only a few bosk visible, and they were milk bosk. The sheds I saw would accommodate many more animals. I surmised, as is common in Torvaldsland, most of the cattle had been driven higher into the mountains, to graze wild during the summer, to be fetched back to the shed only in the fall, with the coming of winter.
Men in the fields wore short tunics of white wool; some carried hoes; their hair was close cropped; about their throats had been hammered bands of black iron, with a welded ring attached. They did not leave the fields; such a departure, without permission, might mean their death; they were thralls."
~Marauders of Gor, page 82~
"Male thralls are chained for the night in the bosk sheds; bondmaids are kept in the hall, for the pleasure of the free men."
~Marauders of Gor, page 99~
"Air, by means of a small bellows, pumped by a thrall boy, in white wool, collared, hair cropped, was forced through a tube in the bottom of each. The air above the canisters shook with heat.
To one side, tall, broad-shouldered, stood a young male thrall, in the thrall tunic of white wool, his hair cropped short, an iron collar on his throat."
~Marauders of Gor, page 86~
"It was a great shame, I knew, for a female slave to even have to touch a male slave, let alone to perform such an act as to address him as master. Female slaves despise male slaves. They regard themselves, and correctly, I suppose, as the rightful property only of free men and women, masters and mistresses."
~Fighting Slave of Gor, page 85~
"The brand itself, in the case of the girls, is a rather graceful mark, being the initial letter of the Gorean expression for slave in cursive script. If a male is branded, the same initial is used, but rendered in a block letter."
~Outlaw of Gor, page 187~
I ran to the merchant and knelt before him. I pointed to the male slave. "He looked upon me!" I cried.
"Have you permission to speak?" He asked.
"May a girl speak?" I asked, frightened.
"Yes," he said.
I pointed again to the male slave "He dared to look upon me," I said.
"You are too good for him?" asked the merchant.
"Yes," I said. I then realized this was not the proper thing to say. But I had said it.
"You are both animals," he said.
"Yes Master," I said.
"But you are a female," he said.
"Yes Master," I said.
"And he," he said, "though slave is yet male."
"Yes Master," I whispered.
"And is not the male animal the master of the female animal?" he asked.
"Yes Master," I said. I knew that male dominance was pervasive among mammals, and that it was universal among primates. It can be frustrated only by an extensive and complex conditioning program, one adequate, over a period of years, to distort the order of nature.
"Do you find this slave of interest?" asked the master of the male slave.
He shrugged. "She is small," he said.
I looked at him, frightened.
"But she is not without interest," he conceded.
"Do you think you can catch her?" asked the master.
"Of course," said the male slave.
I rose to my feet frightened. I began to back away.
"She is yours," said the master.
{Slave Girl of Gor - 345}
"She is a match for any man," said Alyena. Her eyes shone with pride.
I turned to the slave master. "Fetch a male slave," I said.
One was brought. He was not a large fellow. He was, however, an inch or so taller than the female slave.
"You certify me," said I to the slave master, "that this man is neither clumsy nor stupid, nor drunk, nor an instructor in combat intent upon increasing the confidence of his pupils."
"It is so certified," he smiled. "He is used in cleaning the pens. He is a drover who falsified the quality-markings on spice crates."
I placed a copper tarn disk on the desk of the slave master.
"Fight," I said to the slaves.
"Fight," said the slave master.
The man looked puzzled. With a cry of rage, shrill and vicious, the female slave leapt toward him, slashing his across the face with the quirt. She struck him twice before he, angry, took the quirt from her and threw it aside.
"Do not anger me," her told her.
He turned and caught her kick on his left thigh. She leapt at him, fingers like claws, to tear out his eyes. He seized her wrists. He turned her about. She could not move. Then, with considerable force, as she cried out with misery, he flung her, the length of her body, belly front, against the stone wall.
He then stepped back, jerked her ankles from under her and flung her to the stones, and knelt across her back. She wept and struck the stones with her fists. Then her halter was removed and her hands pulled behind her and bound with it. He discarded her belt and the strips of leather. He removed her sandals. With one of the long, straplike laces, he crossed and bound her ankles. Then, angrily, he turned her collar, hurting her, with its ring, to the back.
With the other straplike lace, run through the ring and tied the binding on her ankles, her jerked her ankles up, high, fastening them there. The he crouched over her and she lay bound at his feet. He turned her head, looking over her right shoulder, so that it faced him; he crouched so that she could not move; his right ankle was against her left cheek. He poised his thumbs, held downward, over her eyes.
"I am a woman at your mercy," she wept. "Please, Master, do not hurt me!"
He looked to the slave master. The slave master came to where the woman lay. He looked down at her. He called two slaves from behind the silver curtain. They looked down at the woman. Then the slave master said, "Put her in slave silk, and give her to male slaves."
She was freed of the cord binding her ankles to her collar ring.
She was jerked to her feet and held there; she could not stand by herself for her feet were still crossed and bound. "Who are the masters?" asked the slave master of her.
The woman, hair before her face, held upright by men, looked to Alyena. The woman trembled. "Men," she whispered. "Men are the masters."
Alyena's face turned white.
{Tribesman of Gor - 82}
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