Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2023 11:16:40 +0100
From: Zarmba
Subject: Strange Cargo pt 2

Chapter 3 dinner time

An onslaught of screaming jets of icy water ended the escape of sleep for
the naked male humans in the slave-tube in the bowels of the alien
battle-cruiser as it sped across the dark expanse of space towards the
imperial homeworlds of the Grey Ones. A rude awakening for Jackson and his
comrades.

 "Fuck! My ass doesn't half hurt!" he thought (the vocal restraints still
in place).

The night had been curiously restful. Only the occasional bump, slap and
shuffle or fart from the captives as they rolled in sleep on the glass
floor of the tube. But now that was over. What new humiliations would the
waking hours bring here, helpless before their new masters?

Feeding time was brief and messy. Tasteless bowls of what looked like
semi-liquid spaghetti were dumped into the tubes along with beakers of
water. No dining accoutrements. Sloppy hands as they squatted to eat. But
not for all.

When the food had been delivered, it seemed that some were to go without. A
wordless commotion started Jackson up from his meal. He was thoroughly
engaged in shoving the unappetising mass down his throat. He was a fit
young man, a well toned jock of 25. He hadn't eaten since his capture. And
yesterday's `action' had taken it out of him. And Dallas too. And all of
them.

But what really stung now was the memory of it. They tried to keep it out
of their minds. Neither he nor Dallas could look each other in the
face. They had had to do it of course. The Grey Ones had even granted them
the desire and pleasure of the energetic escapades. But now they were back
to being as they were before; two ripping young heteros with a chain of
female conquests between them. Sure, they had on occasion banged chicks in
each others company. Sure, they were not totally strange to the spectacle
of each others toned asses and fine, meaty lad-tools at work on some buxom
young blond as she screamed in her pleasure, between her flailing legs. But
that was different. I mean, the `bitches' were always beneath them. Jackson
was never a `bitch'..... No. He couldn't think about that now. Too
hungry. Besides, what was with that noise?

It seemed that there were those for whom this mealtime was going to be
rather more difficult than simply being handed food on a plate.

Four men had been selected and were even now being dragged by their dick
rings out of the tube. They were not permitted to stand. The Grey Ones were
leading them crawling on their hands and knees. Grey Ones stood no taller
than four feet high. They were however somehow bodily stronger than even
the most powerful human. And with their far superior technology and
weaponry they had conquered Earth.

Jackson watched as the four were lead to what looked like a caged platform
which had appeared in front of the slave tube. The Grey One guards stood
facing the tube, each holding the grip of a chain to the electronic ring
clasped around the testicles of the prostrate human male, cowering beside
them. Jackson could see the horror in his fellows faces. Of the four, two
were older. There was one handsome dark haired man who looked to be on his
early forties, one ginger bloke maybe thirty with milky white skin. Then
there was a fine twunk, brownish blonde just like Jackson, maybe 20 and a
cute hispanic twink with one helluva monster cock. Jeez! Jackson was almost
in envy. Almost..

The metallic voice of the aliens translating devices barked out

"slave things of earth!. We desire you to witness your subjugation and
inferior status further. These here dogs, your brothers, are going to put
on a show for us -- and you -- to demonstrate just how you should regard
yourselves now. Food will not always be so easy to come by as you may learn
in your future slave lives as property to our race, or others to whom we
may sell you.  You may often find yourselves in competition with each other
for your master's scraps. So watch and learn"

With that, doors opened in the cage and the thirty something ginger and the
Hispanic twink were dragged in, with frequent jolts to their cock rings.
They were each then locked by the chain ring to the floor of this ghastly
arena. The Grey One guards left and fastened the doors. An audible click
sounded and suddenly the vocal restraints on all humans were realised.

"man, what is this shit?!!" "what the fuck are they gonna do to us?!!!" etc
burst forth the human cries. " hey this is unfair!! What's this about "

An audible buzz told out a retort on all their cock rings-

"agggghhhhh!!!fuck!!!" screamed the humans as they collapsed in agony
cupping their man-packages

"silence dogs!" rang out their new masters command

" this will be a simple contest. A simple combat till one gasps for mercy
and it will be done. The winner will be fed. The loser will... also be
fed.. " a dreadful cackle proceeded " we have other pets aboard that need
sustenance. You Earth things are not alone in your slavery by any
means. But you are distinctly lacking in physical strength compared to some
others. And they will be delighted by your fresh meat."

A gasp of terror from the humans!

Then it was down to business. The fight commenced. As the ginger and the
Hispanic twink desperately and furiously wrestled, Jackson and his comrades
couldn't help themselves but shout and cheer as if they were back in the
bleachers of a wrestling tournament. The fight was intense, but brief. The
younger hispanic was just too much for ginger. He was lithe, but strong and
cunning. He outmanoeuvred ginger and caught him by the balls from
behind. Ginger shrieked but couldn't shake him. Latin boy tightened his
grip and ginger quickly sank into supine defeat, screaming for mercy. It
was done. When Latin boy released him, ginger's fate was sealed. He roared
impotently as he was dragged out of the arena-

"Noo!! No, man! Wait I can't .... I don't wanna die nooo!! Fuck, noooo!!!!!

But to no avail. He was dragged and jolted by his cock ring as he
disappeared through a dark portal by the far wall from the tube. Jackson
and the rest in turn were screaming in protest at the sight of one of their
number being led away to become dinner for some nameless creature. Their
fine collective manhood jangled as they beat on the thick glass walls of
the slave tube. Another jolt to their dicks swiftly reminded them of their
status. They collapsed again. This was to be it then. It was beginning to
sink in now. They were slaves, dogs, subs, playthings for the Grey
Ones. Better get used to it.

The second match lasted a bit longer. But in the end, the younger twunk was
victorious. The older dude didn't go like ginger though. He seemed to be
more philosophical. Dignified. Resigned to his fate maybe.

The young Latin guy (Javier was his name as Jackson would discover) was
lead back into the tube and given food. But he was placed beside Jackson,
between him and Dallas. Hey! If things were going to be anything like
yesterday, it could, mean only that Jackson wouldn't have to be Dallas's
bitch....and he couldn't quite wring out the thought as he glanced at
Javier's dark hanging monster that maybe he wouldn't be totally opposed to
meeting it with his ass either!