If you are on this page, then I probably sent you a message asking about playing a male slave-type character in your Gor world.
Still, this is a publicly visible page, so I need to say it:
CW: Descriptions of violence, gore, chattel-slavery bondage, and a lot of whipping. And some implied nudity.
Obviously, for mature (18+) only!
🔞🔞🔞 DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! 🔞🔞🔞
The character was created from Beasts and Fighting-Slave, where there were female rulers, so he was designed on the basis of being a slave of a female ruler like the Thanatrix. This can be adjusted, given how rare women are in positions of power; and at this point, I don’t know how the world is set up yet. (That, and it’s been a long time since I read the books, and I don’t seem to have them anymore, so I’m just going from what I originally wrote, plus my memory and what I’ve picked up online.)
I initially started this page as a brief description of my character, and it ended up becoming an entire world-building project! I might continue it at some point.
Due to the character’s status in that environment, he does not have a name, but is instead referred to as “a” (never “the”) “beast”, usually with a degrading clarifier like “a stupid beast”, and absolutely never as “he”, always only “it”—but that gets very awkward to read (and even more annoying to write). Still, I want to see how much he (it) can be humiliated and debased. (I included some sample ideas, but I’m sure others can go further, and seeing some of your posts, I’m sure you can.)
I wrote this as a first-person account from a beast‘s perspective. I cut the descriptions down a lot, leaving out things like the exact dimensions of his bindings and the knotwork on the whips (actually I left the whips out altogether from this page).
Anyone might see a chained seven-foot mountain of bare, rippling muscle as just another hyper-muscular human male slave. However, the brands that livestock traders use to mark a beast of burden of the lowest grade are those burnt into that broad, bare chest. These are brands that are forbidden to be used on humans, thus their presence can only mean that the bearer of the brands is not human. Forbidden from being bought and sold at the slave market but at the livestock market instead, this is not even worthy to even be called a slave. Although a slave is barely considered a person, even a lowly field-slave is still a person. This is a lower order of animal, something less than human, merely a beast.
When just about anyone can see me, I am wearing the mask of some manner of horned beast. I was attacked by it out in the wild, but killed it. Unfortunately, doing so annoyed someone in a very high position of power, and so I ended up with no other choice than to use my own body to as a replacement for what I killed. With only the beast’s head covering my own, I was stripped bare, not only of any clothing, but of any humanity becoming a beast, and beaten until I lost all memory from anything that had gone before, including my very identity. I was left to be permanently branded, collared, shackled, chained, bought, sold, yoked, and whipped.
I am almost never seen unmasked by anyone, but I have short pale blond hair, which is kept short with a couple snips of a hedge clipper when needed. My eyes are differently coloured, with one being green, the other blue. I have a large number of ear piercings which are chained to a nose ring though I have no idea why. Teeth from the beast that I killed hang from the earrings along the lobes of my ears, its large fangs hang from nipple-rings.
Wearing the mask, only the spikes of my nose ring poking out of the bottom of the mask’s muzzle can be seen. The eyes and jaw of the mask are adjustable, with the eyes being normally closed (and I am blind wearing the mask), but when it is open, my differently-coloured eyes are visible. The mask’s jaw is usually firmly pulled tightly, so that the mouth forces itself inside my own, making it impossible for me to make more than a few grunting noises. It can then either be released allowing me to speak, or forced wide open allowing for certain “objects” to be inserted into my mouth, though only with the eyes closed. I am only permitted to have the mask removed while I eat and sleep, and take care of myself. Of course, when in the presence of my master, the mask is on with the eyes and mouth firmly closed.
Around my neck is a massive collar surrounded by long, sharp spikes weighing down onto my shoulders. From the sides, it is chained to similarly spiked bands around my wrists. Bands also surround my upper arms, with the spikes facing the inside of my body being the longest, sharpest ones, keeping me from bringing my arms to my sides. Around my ankles are matching spiked leg-irons, linked with the heaviest chain possible.
On my chest, in addition to my nipple-rings and the livestock brands are the brands marking me as the property of my master.
My waist is usually bare, though if I must leave the grounds, an animal skull might be put in place around my male-parts, kept in place with screws and clamps, with the tail of the animal that I killed hanging from my rear.
Attached to toe-rings that are linked with chain back to my ankle bindings are the large claws of the beast extending in front of my feet.
Background
Burnt into the bare chest of the behemoth are many brands,, the main one marking him as the personal property of the Za’al of Хartāarn. Other brands are, in turn, a slave-beast; a beast of burden; and a beast of the absolute lowest class of beast. Other brands are from various punishments. The behemoth resides in the grounds within the outer walls of the Imperial Palace, his “quarters” are some chains hanging between a pair of guard towers.
The behemoth was, of course, not always here. At some point in the past, he was regarded as an actual human man, his name long forgotten. Captured by the Хartāarn army as spoils of war, he was thrown into the arena with several other prisoners, bound to stakes with chains and rope in an execution-style fight. Out came a great horned beast that seemed to be some kind of hybrid creature between an ox and a lion. He watched as the beast started toying with two people, slashing at them, and slowly eating them while they were still alive. This enraged him so that he managed to break his bindings, and he wrestled the ferocious giant beast with his bare hands (and feet, and teeth), eventually killing it. No sooner did the beast fall to its death than an arrow sunk into his neck.
He woke up in a cell, bound in massive chains and stripped naked. He was surrounded by heavily armed guards, their arrows and spears pointed at him. He was taken into a courtroom and put on trial. Destruction of the Za’al’s property was his crime. There was no doubt about his guilt. He killed the Za’al’s behemoth in front of everybody, including the judge and jury. He was sentenced to replace the Za’al’s behemoth, by any means necessary. However, every hour until he found that replacement, one of those captured with him would be beheaded.
As the axe started to fall on the first victim, he threw his body before the headsman and begged for his own body to be taken and used as the replacement for the Za’al’s behemoth. In exchange for the lives of the others, he willingly agreed to be stripped of his humanity and become a slave-beast, to be permanently branded, chained, yoked, and whipped.
He would never find out if the others were released or executed.
However, he can never be a true replacement for the Za’al’s dead behemoth, the most he can ever be is, at best, a woefully inadequate substitution. Because of this, he is never (at least in his presence) called a behemoth; only an ox, or even just a beast.
Of course, none of that ever happened.
The behemoth is not a human known as a behemoth for his size, but one of a rare species of great mountain ox known as a behemoth. The Za’al did acquire him to make him her beast of burden, but he was already, and had always been, a mountain ox (though one in the shape of a human).
To him, the Za’al became “Master”, her eldest daughter, the Za’al-in-Waiting, became “Next Master”, and he willingly vowed to serve and obey them unconditionally and unquestioningly; this did actually happen.
Whenever the Za’al is in the city, it is the behemoth that is yoked to her personal carriage. Also, within the palace grounds, no actual animals are permitted beyond the stables at the entrance to the palace gates. So, when visitors arrive for the Za’al, the behemoth pulls the chariot taking them to the palace entrance. Also, absolutely nothing, not even a single grain of rice, enters or leaves the storage sheds without being on a cart weighing down on his shoulders. When not yoked to a cart or being flogged, he is atop a guard tower that has been converted into a giant grinding wheel, usually grinding nothing but his own muscles.
Appearance
Anything the behemoth “wears” was taken or made from the corpse of the Za’al’s dead behemoth; though, as he is now deemed to “always have been” the Za’al’s behemoth, the animal that provided the source material is alleged to be a wild one that he fought, to save The Za’al, his Master.
Usually, locked to the back of his collar, are an eye shield and muzzle, both made from behemoth hide. The eye shield does not even allow the tiniest crack of light through, and is removed only if he needs to see. The muzzle fits inside his mouth, and is removed only to eat or drink, or on the rarest of occasions, allowed to speak.
Whenever in the presence of members of the public (anyone not palace residents or workers), or the Za’al, the behemoth must always wear a mask, made from the horned head of the original behemoth. Completely covering his head, it only has holes for his eyes and the base of his nose.
When his head is not concealed inside the behemoth mask, he appears quite young, as a man just barely, if even, out of his teens. His eyes are very unusually-coloured, one eye being bright gold, the other as dark a violet as a behemoth’s hide. His hair, mostly sunbleached almost white with some brown streaks, is a sweaty mess from the behemoth head mask constantly being taken on and off. His ears are full of earrings, studs, bars, and other piercings. A spiked nose ring (its bottom spikes are just visible poking out through the nose hole in the mask) is linked with narrow chains to piercings in the side of his ears.
Around his neck is a huge collar made from a black, very heavy, metal, surrounded by long, sharp spikes. A heavy chain links either side of the collar to a manacle around each wrist; lighter chains run to nipple-rings from which also hang a large behemoth fang. Bands of metal also surround his enormous upper arms, and another forms a belt around his waist, at the front of which is an ornament, like a buckle, of a behemoth’s head. His back is a bright red carapace of countless layers of whip scars, the most recent never more than a few minutes old.
Hanging just below the behemoth-head belt buckle is a thin, wide band, with long, thin stiletto-like spikes on its top side, and a binding chain hanging from underneath. The links between his ankle-shackles are so heavy that they were cast from the mould used to forge anchor chains for warships. The ankle-shackles are also chained to a pair of toe-rings, embedded with behemoth claws that extend over the front of his feet. All of these bands are simply massive, totalling about a quarter of a ton, and encircled by the same long, sharp spikes as the collar. They were all forged directly in place around his limbs, complete with spikes and chains in place.
Characters needed (if RPing in Хartāarn):
- the Za’al
- the Za’al-in-Waiting (the Za’al’s eldest daughter)
- ?the Za’als consort (may be male or female)
- ?Other children of the Za’al (Za’alings; Za’alī (f) / Za’alinix (m))
- Head Master of Punishment (any gender, but must be very muscular)
- ?Punishment masters (very bulky male slaves; female punishment masters exist, but only male slaves are made to take the risk of handling the behemoth’s “vines of pain”)
- ?Others you would like?
Contact: I can be contacted on roleplay.me or roleplayer.me. Roleplay can take place either on those sites (in a PG/SFW form), or for anything more adult (nothing sexual, please!), I can set up a bbPress forum on here.
(The closest he gets to a sexual encounter is, while he is blindfolded and masked, any Za’alinix will, purely out of concern for the behemoth’s nutritional needs, of course, pry open his muzzle and give him a drink of some “special” milk. Because he is considered to be a mere beast, anything past that is (ζ) taboo.)
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