Worlds Apart: Oriel/Gorlyn Side Story
Here's what happens with Oriel and Gorlyn while away from Neisk in chapter 57. I'm debating posting it to Orig_Slavefics as a stand alone. Do you think it stands alone or do you have to have read the whole story to get it?
It had been nearly three years since Oriel had been pampered by a skilled valet and Gorlyn had to be the most skilled of them all. Gorlyn had ever so gently scrubbed every inch of him and then rinsed him off. Oriel’s penis had sprung to life at Gorlyn’s touch which had startled the poor man. He tried to hide it but obviously it scared Gorlyn. Quickly Oriel assured him that it happens whenever it’s touched, no matter what or who touches it.
“I hear it has something to do with hormones and being on the cusp of manhood.” Oriel joked. It wasn’t until Oriel suggested they move on to the tub that Gorlyn seemed to relax a little bit. The warm soapy water soothed away all of Oriel’s stress while Gorlyn expertly washed Oriel’s hair. Then Gorlyn left him to enjoy the rest of the warm water while he unpacked Oriel’s trunks.
When it was time to get out Oriel had to imagine a well endowed set of women’s breasts to get his penis down to normal. He knew it was worth it when he noticed Gorlyn’s lack of fear. He knew Ambassador Neisk had the finest, softest towels for his guests but in the hands of Gorlyn they seemed even more luxurious. Being treated as nobility in true Yndise fashion had Oriel feeling homesick for the first time in two years.
He pushed his feelings aside as Gorlyn led him to the huge, plush chair next to the fire. Once he was settled comfortably in a warm fuzzy robe and warm fuzzy slippers Gorlyn spoke.
“May I lay out your clothes ashe?”
“Oh yes Lyn, thank you.” Oriel answered.
Gorlyn, who was standing to the side, moved in front of him and dropped to his knees. Once on his knees Gorlyn bent forward until his forehead touched the ground. “Please, forgive me ashe. I beg your instruction and hope for punishment for needing it.”
Oriel went from completely relaxed to shocked in the time it took him to sit up straight. “Punishment? Instruction? I don’t understand Lyn. Can you explain to me what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry ashe. My master has me choose his clothing for him, my trainers always gave detailed instructions and I’m not sure when serving a guest which I should do. So I humbly ask for more instructions on how you want me to serve you and beg a severe punishment for not knowing.” Gorlyn answered his whole body shook yet he spoke calmly.
“Lyn....oh Lyn I’m the one who should be sorry.” Oriel wanted to get down next to him but he knew he would get all dirty and he wasn’t sure he could keep his penis under control for a second bath.
“Lyn sit up and look at me.” Once Gorlyn had done so, Oriel took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. He called upon his years of watching Ambassdor Neisk and tried to match his soothing tone. “Lyn you have been doing such an amazing job of being my valet that I felt like I was back at home.” He kept eye contact with Gorlyn. “And the last time I was at home I was still a child. I didn’t get to pick out my own clothes. My valet would ask just like you did if he could lay out my clothes but I never told him which ones and he never asked because it wasn’t my decision. I’m not used to having servants wanting my preferences.” He paused for a moment and made his face look thoughtful. “How about you set out what you think would be appropriate. Since I am a guest in your master’s house I should do what would please him and I think you know more about that then I do.”
Oriel waited until Gorlyn left before he settled back into his chair and let himself get lost in his thoughts. He really had forgotten that Gorlyn was not just a valet but also a slave. It was strange to think of Ambassador Neisk as a owning a slave. It was even stranger to think of anyone owning a slave. He had of course known that other countries had slaves of varying degrees but he had never seen one or known someone who had a slave before. He wondered what it would be like to own someone. Could he have become a slave owner as easily as Ambassador Neisk had? He supposed he could if he didn’t have a choice in the matter like Ambassador Neisk. However he didn’t think he could actively choose to own someone.
His thoughts moved on to the second part of that line of thinking. Would he be able to handle becoming a slave? He knew if he did become one it wouldn’t really be his choice he rather doubted he would be given time to think about it. But if he did get enslaved could he handle it as easily as Gorlyn did? He knew what it was like to not be able to make his own decisions, that’s what it was like to be a noble child. There was always someone to tell you when to eat, when to dress, when to brush your teeth. Oriel was also no stranger to being chained or locked up, starved, and basically be at the mercy of someone else. That damn priest had shown him that. But those were just brief moments of his life they weren’t his entire life.
He had known as a child that he would one day grow up and make his own decisions. When he had been held captive he had known there was a chance someone would find him and save him. While it wasn’t as certain as growing up there was hope that it could happen. Gorlyn could never be freed he knew that each and every day would be the same, that nothing would ever change. Oriel didn’t think he could stand that.
A shadow changed the light from the fire and Oriel pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked around he found Gorlyn kneeling just slightly in front of him and to the left. Oriel noticed his position would keep him out of direct line of warmth from the fire. “Time to dress me now?” He asked trying to keep his voice as friendly as possible.
“At your leisure, ashe.” Gorlyn answered keeping his eyes downcast.
“I can hardly wait to see what you laid out.” Oriel jumped to his feet and tightened the robe around him so as to better keep out the cold as he walked into his bedroom.
Oriel noticed there was a fire burning there as well and then looked to his bed. The combo of black coat and pants with the medium gray shirt and pinkish purple tie was one he would never make and he wasn’t sure it would really work but he was going to praise Gorlyn for it no matter what. He also noticed under garments, garters, stockings, shoes and what looked like the strap from his trunk were laid out as well. The strap from his trunk was used to attached smaller containers to his trunk for easy loading into a carriage. He wondered how it came off it and how it was supposed to be part of his attire. Losing his robe he decided to wait and see.
After two years of dressing himself it was strange to be dressed by someone else. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or disliked it. It just felt surreal. Once he was completely dressed Gorlyn moved the full length stand up mirror so he could take a look. Oriel rather thought he could have walked the few feet to where it stood but he didn’t want to make Gorlyn think he had done wrong again.
Oriel was stunned. He never thought of himself as attractive. At best he would say the he looked pain or ordinary. At worst he thought he looked forgettable. However looking at himself in the mirror he thought he looked down right gorgeous. They weren’t special clothes just things he had packed in his trunk in a hurry. He looked over every piece of clothing to see if maybe something extra had been added that wasn’t on the bed, something to explain how good he looked. Comparing what he wore to the bed inventory he realised that nothing was added but something was missing. The strap from his trunk. Turning around he noticed it still on the bed.
He walked over and picked up yes it was definatly the strap from his trunk. “Is this is the strap from my trunk, Lyn?” He asked. “Did it break off?”
“No, ashe it can be detached.” Gorlyn answered him from behind.
“Oh why did you detach it?” Oriel asked curiously. If it wasn’t part of his attire, what was it for? He turned around to find Gorlyn down on the floor in the oddest position. He was balancing on the palms of his hands and the balls of his feet, his legs were straight as was his torso. The angle at which was bent gave a straight line from the heels of his feet to hips and then another straight line from his hips down to his wrists. Opening his mouth to ask what Gorlyn was doing now, was cut short but Gorlyn’s own voice.
“Forgive me ashe. It was the only thing I could find among your things that seemed appropriate. If you will allow me, I can fetch something more to your liking. Would you prefer a whip, a flogger, a cane...” Gorlyn closed his eyes tightly as if in pain. “Or a paddle?”
Realization came over Oriel like water being released from a dam. Words from their conversations sprang up in his mind. he had told Gorlyn to lay out what he thought would be appropriate. Oriel had only meant clothing but since he also had not told Gorlyn he was not going to punish him Gorlyn must have thought.....
“Get up Lyn.” Oriel barely managed to keep his voice above a whisper. He thought of opening a mental channel to Ambassdor Neisk to ask for help on what to do, but he instantly squashed that idea. This was his mess he had to clean it up himself. Gorlyn pushed with his hands and ended up back on his feet with one swift motion. He dropped his head down and clasped his hands behind his back. Despite the fancy Yndsian valet uniform it was hard to see Gorlyn as anything other than a slave. “It looks like I failed to give proper instructions again. I didn’t mean for you to find something for me to beat you with. I didn’t....I mean I don’t intend to punish you at all.” Oriel closed the distance between them and put a finger under Gorlyn’s chin to draw it back up. He met with no resistance. “We’re friends remember, Lyn? Friends don’t beat each other, right?”
“As you say, ashe.” Gorlyn answered. It was rehearsed answer. The kind you gave when you didn’t want to contradict someone but you also didn’t agree with them, or believe them. Well what else could Oriel really expect? If he were in Gorlyn’s place he doubted he would believe him either. The only thing left to do was prove by actions what he couldn’t convey with words.
“Well now that I’m dressed we need to find something to do while we wait for either Ambassdor Neisk to have need of our services or dinner, whichever comes first.” Oriel thought it would help to remind Gorlyn that he was in fact a servant himself, despite the Ambassador’s fondness for having him over as a guest. It wouldn’t make them equals but it might bring their levels a little closer together. “Do you play cards?”
“No, ashe.” Gorlyn answered a mixture of confusion, relief and a bit of worry in his eyes.
“Oh good then unlike when I play his grace, I might actually win.” Oriel smiled at Gorlyn and led him back to the sitting room.
It had been nearly three years since Oriel had been pampered by a skilled valet and Gorlyn had to be the most skilled of them all. Gorlyn had ever so gently scrubbed every inch of him and then rinsed him off. Oriel’s penis had sprung to life at Gorlyn’s touch which had startled the poor man. He tried to hide it but obviously it scared Gorlyn. Quickly Oriel assured him that it happens whenever it’s touched, no matter what or who touches it.
“I hear it has something to do with hormones and being on the cusp of manhood.” Oriel joked. It wasn’t until Oriel suggested they move on to the tub that Gorlyn seemed to relax a little bit. The warm soapy water soothed away all of Oriel’s stress while Gorlyn expertly washed Oriel’s hair. Then Gorlyn left him to enjoy the rest of the warm water while he unpacked Oriel’s trunks.
When it was time to get out Oriel had to imagine a well endowed set of women’s breasts to get his penis down to normal. He knew it was worth it when he noticed Gorlyn’s lack of fear. He knew Ambassador Neisk had the finest, softest towels for his guests but in the hands of Gorlyn they seemed even more luxurious. Being treated as nobility in true Yndise fashion had Oriel feeling homesick for the first time in two years.
He pushed his feelings aside as Gorlyn led him to the huge, plush chair next to the fire. Once he was settled comfortably in a warm fuzzy robe and warm fuzzy slippers Gorlyn spoke.
“May I lay out your clothes ashe?”
“Oh yes Lyn, thank you.” Oriel answered.
Gorlyn, who was standing to the side, moved in front of him and dropped to his knees. Once on his knees Gorlyn bent forward until his forehead touched the ground. “Please, forgive me ashe. I beg your instruction and hope for punishment for needing it.”
Oriel went from completely relaxed to shocked in the time it took him to sit up straight. “Punishment? Instruction? I don’t understand Lyn. Can you explain to me what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry ashe. My master has me choose his clothing for him, my trainers always gave detailed instructions and I’m not sure when serving a guest which I should do. So I humbly ask for more instructions on how you want me to serve you and beg a severe punishment for not knowing.” Gorlyn answered his whole body shook yet he spoke calmly.
“Lyn....oh Lyn I’m the one who should be sorry.” Oriel wanted to get down next to him but he knew he would get all dirty and he wasn’t sure he could keep his penis under control for a second bath.
“Lyn sit up and look at me.” Once Gorlyn had done so, Oriel took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts. He called upon his years of watching Ambassdor Neisk and tried to match his soothing tone. “Lyn you have been doing such an amazing job of being my valet that I felt like I was back at home.” He kept eye contact with Gorlyn. “And the last time I was at home I was still a child. I didn’t get to pick out my own clothes. My valet would ask just like you did if he could lay out my clothes but I never told him which ones and he never asked because it wasn’t my decision. I’m not used to having servants wanting my preferences.” He paused for a moment and made his face look thoughtful. “How about you set out what you think would be appropriate. Since I am a guest in your master’s house I should do what would please him and I think you know more about that then I do.”
Oriel waited until Gorlyn left before he settled back into his chair and let himself get lost in his thoughts. He really had forgotten that Gorlyn was not just a valet but also a slave. It was strange to think of Ambassador Neisk as a owning a slave. It was even stranger to think of anyone owning a slave. He had of course known that other countries had slaves of varying degrees but he had never seen one or known someone who had a slave before. He wondered what it would be like to own someone. Could he have become a slave owner as easily as Ambassador Neisk had? He supposed he could if he didn’t have a choice in the matter like Ambassador Neisk. However he didn’t think he could actively choose to own someone.
His thoughts moved on to the second part of that line of thinking. Would he be able to handle becoming a slave? He knew if he did become one it wouldn’t really be his choice he rather doubted he would be given time to think about it. But if he did get enslaved could he handle it as easily as Gorlyn did? He knew what it was like to not be able to make his own decisions, that’s what it was like to be a noble child. There was always someone to tell you when to eat, when to dress, when to brush your teeth. Oriel was also no stranger to being chained or locked up, starved, and basically be at the mercy of someone else. That damn priest had shown him that. But those were just brief moments of his life they weren’t his entire life.
He had known as a child that he would one day grow up and make his own decisions. When he had been held captive he had known there was a chance someone would find him and save him. While it wasn’t as certain as growing up there was hope that it could happen. Gorlyn could never be freed he knew that each and every day would be the same, that nothing would ever change. Oriel didn’t think he could stand that.
A shadow changed the light from the fire and Oriel pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked around he found Gorlyn kneeling just slightly in front of him and to the left. Oriel noticed his position would keep him out of direct line of warmth from the fire. “Time to dress me now?” He asked trying to keep his voice as friendly as possible.
“At your leisure, ashe.” Gorlyn answered keeping his eyes downcast.
“I can hardly wait to see what you laid out.” Oriel jumped to his feet and tightened the robe around him so as to better keep out the cold as he walked into his bedroom.
Oriel noticed there was a fire burning there as well and then looked to his bed. The combo of black coat and pants with the medium gray shirt and pinkish purple tie was one he would never make and he wasn’t sure it would really work but he was going to praise Gorlyn for it no matter what. He also noticed under garments, garters, stockings, shoes and what looked like the strap from his trunk were laid out as well. The strap from his trunk was used to attached smaller containers to his trunk for easy loading into a carriage. He wondered how it came off it and how it was supposed to be part of his attire. Losing his robe he decided to wait and see.
After two years of dressing himself it was strange to be dressed by someone else. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or disliked it. It just felt surreal. Once he was completely dressed Gorlyn moved the full length stand up mirror so he could take a look. Oriel rather thought he could have walked the few feet to where it stood but he didn’t want to make Gorlyn think he had done wrong again.
Oriel was stunned. He never thought of himself as attractive. At best he would say the he looked pain or ordinary. At worst he thought he looked forgettable. However looking at himself in the mirror he thought he looked down right gorgeous. They weren’t special clothes just things he had packed in his trunk in a hurry. He looked over every piece of clothing to see if maybe something extra had been added that wasn’t on the bed, something to explain how good he looked. Comparing what he wore to the bed inventory he realised that nothing was added but something was missing. The strap from his trunk. Turning around he noticed it still on the bed.
He walked over and picked up yes it was definatly the strap from his trunk. “Is this is the strap from my trunk, Lyn?” He asked. “Did it break off?”
“No, ashe it can be detached.” Gorlyn answered him from behind.
“Oh why did you detach it?” Oriel asked curiously. If it wasn’t part of his attire, what was it for? He turned around to find Gorlyn down on the floor in the oddest position. He was balancing on the palms of his hands and the balls of his feet, his legs were straight as was his torso. The angle at which was bent gave a straight line from the heels of his feet to hips and then another straight line from his hips down to his wrists. Opening his mouth to ask what Gorlyn was doing now, was cut short but Gorlyn’s own voice.
“Forgive me ashe. It was the only thing I could find among your things that seemed appropriate. If you will allow me, I can fetch something more to your liking. Would you prefer a whip, a flogger, a cane...” Gorlyn closed his eyes tightly as if in pain. “Or a paddle?”
Realization came over Oriel like water being released from a dam. Words from their conversations sprang up in his mind. he had told Gorlyn to lay out what he thought would be appropriate. Oriel had only meant clothing but since he also had not told Gorlyn he was not going to punish him Gorlyn must have thought.....
“Get up Lyn.” Oriel barely managed to keep his voice above a whisper. He thought of opening a mental channel to Ambassdor Neisk to ask for help on what to do, but he instantly squashed that idea. This was his mess he had to clean it up himself. Gorlyn pushed with his hands and ended up back on his feet with one swift motion. He dropped his head down and clasped his hands behind his back. Despite the fancy Yndsian valet uniform it was hard to see Gorlyn as anything other than a slave. “It looks like I failed to give proper instructions again. I didn’t mean for you to find something for me to beat you with. I didn’t....I mean I don’t intend to punish you at all.” Oriel closed the distance between them and put a finger under Gorlyn’s chin to draw it back up. He met with no resistance. “We’re friends remember, Lyn? Friends don’t beat each other, right?”
“As you say, ashe.” Gorlyn answered. It was rehearsed answer. The kind you gave when you didn’t want to contradict someone but you also didn’t agree with them, or believe them. Well what else could Oriel really expect? If he were in Gorlyn’s place he doubted he would believe him either. The only thing left to do was prove by actions what he couldn’t convey with words.
“Well now that I’m dressed we need to find something to do while we wait for either Ambassdor Neisk to have need of our services or dinner, whichever comes first.” Oriel thought it would help to remind Gorlyn that he was in fact a servant himself, despite the Ambassador’s fondness for having him over as a guest. It wouldn’t make them equals but it might bring their levels a little closer together. “Do you play cards?”
“No, ashe.” Gorlyn answered a mixture of confusion, relief and a bit of worry in his eyes.
“Oh good then unlike when I play his grace, I might actually win.” Oriel smiled at Gorlyn and led him back to the sitting room.