Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2023 17:11:58 +0100
From: Zarmba
Subject: Strange Cargo pt 3

"Down!" rang out the metallic command. Jackson obeyed and squatted
down. Since their capture and enslavement, the human guys had certainly
learned the penalty for disobedience; a smart electric shock to the
nads. The ring wrapped around their manhood had a dual function. The first
part was to act to remind them that they were now chattel to the alien
conquerors. And the latter were not shy about showing it. The second
function was one Jackson was just being made aware of.

Jackson, 25, classically good-looking all American jock, light brown hair
slightly curly, toned body lightly tanned, fine legs, neat chunky ass,
meaty lad-package hanging between his golden thighs. And now, a slave, a
dog, a piece of fleshy property for his Grey One captors and anyone...
anything.. they chose to sell him to.

That's where he was now. On a sales block on one of the outer supply
stations of the Grey One's sprawling intergalactic empire.

The battle cruiser which had taken him and his comrades from Earth was a
private vessel. Not official empire mission. The Grey Ones who had engaged
in the slave capturing expedition were little more than pirates. However
they were tolerated as long as they didn't do anything contra official
policy. The empire was largely disinterested in enslaving humans. They were
too weak and vulnerable and didn't last long in the fields of mines. But
they made acceptable if disposable house servants.

Jackson was now squatting on the stainless steel plinth in the docking area
of the station being displayed potential buyers. His mates, all the men
captured with him, formed a long coffled line behind the platform. All
naked and worried. All mindful that at any moment they could be given
instruction along with a stinging jolt to their meat.  Although one or two
were gay, and they were all fine pieces of manliness aged from late teens
to fifty, there wasn't a stiffy among them now. Their minds were very much
on their concerning circumstances.

"turn round, Earth-thing" came the next command. Jackson did as he was
told, but apparently not quickly enough. With a buzz his cock and balls
shivered and bounced with a retort from the slave-ring.

"Fuck!!" cried Jackson as he cupped his fine not-so-privates in agony. But
there was to be no respite. He turned and squatted again. He was now facing
his mates behind the sales block. Most faces were turned to the floor, but
one or two looked upon him mournfully, with pity. His friend, Dallas was
among them. But Jackson steeled himself and gazed at the wall. His dick
still swinging gently between his open legs.

The Grey One conducting the display of wares was chatting in his own
language to a prospective buyer, but he hadn't bothered to turn the
translator off so Jackson and his buddies got to hear every disturbing and
humiliating word. The buyer was not a Grey One. It (though it seemed to be
male) was a larger, human sized affair. Vaguely reptilian, clad in a hooded
garb.

"show me the buck's asshole" demanded the buyer "in my experience, a human
buck can become too used to the genital-ring. But the arse prob always gets
`em ready to obey. A tight asshole is best to begin with"

The Grey One smacked Jackson's buns "open!. Use your own arms now. Show
us."

Jackson obeyed and pulled his ass cheeks apart, slightly flushing in
embarrassment at his humiliation before both the aliens and his mates.

A weak fart erupted as he did so. Bang!

The cock ring buzzed again.

" Aggggh!! Fuck sake!!" roared Jackson impotently

" these human dogs a vulgar, primitive species" announced the Grey One "
they had achieved a rudimentary level of sophistication and civilization
when we found them, but were still barbarous. And arrogant. They thought
they were so powerful and superior. Hadn't even gotten done with destroying
each other when we arrived. Couldn't unite to save themselves. Really
primitive. And weak. Look at them!"

" I do like the variety of their colours" said the buyer

"oh!" replied the Grey One " there's a story in that too. See this buck
here."

He again slapped Jackson's ass.

" this is a "white". They used to lord it over the others; especially the
very darker variety. I don't see any of those here, but, there's one or two
of the lighted- brown things at the back. Yes, these white things ruled the
roost for a while. Nasty creatures, exploiting the others even as slaves.
But just look at them now! Wait a moment.."

The Grey One called to another, one of the guards in charge of the
coffle-line. The guard duly looked back at the line of shivering humans. He
then went over to one. It was a bloke Jackson knew, but had never been
friendly with. His name was Hussein. A fine jock of 21 years, of distantly
Arabic heritage, but just as American as Jackson. The guard unstrung
Hussain from the coffle and led him, on all fours as was expected, by the
dick-ring over to the plinth.

"See this now!" exclaimed the Grey One seller " this white thing would have
once thought itself superior to this here other. Purely on skin tone! (In
actual fact, Jackson had never been racist at all. But that wasn't a
concern for the Grey One's intention here). I think we should even the
score, shatter some illusions, no?"

The reptilian buyer seemed to laugh. A hideous rasping vocalisation.

" look" continued the Grey One " White-Earth thing!" the Grey One was
clearly addressing Jackson.

"You must learn your place. Get down now on your hands and knees before the
brown-thing. It's ass needs a tongue bath. Do it."

Jackson didn't even bother to protest. Down he went.

"help him, brown thing!" continued the Grey One.

Hussain duly turned and squatted down, presenting his asshole to Jackson's
face.

"gotta do it, but fuck... this guy is going to get a kick out of this.
Asshole."

And that's just where Jackson's tongue had to go. He winced as he worked
into Hussain's exit passage. Tasted musky, but tolerable. When could he
stop?

"Brown thing!" went on the Grey One "how good it must be! A white thing ass
cleaner! A novelty for you. But don't worry. I think we should make it a
rule. The white things should be the ass cleaners from now on. Brown thing!
Sit back and be comfortable now."

Hussain balked. He didn't particularly like Jackson, but man this was
humiliation too much! Fuck this! But he did not disobey.

For his part, Jackson flinched as Hussein's toned arse came shunting down
on his face as his fell back on the floor.

Fuck! He didn't even have an opportunity to exclaim. There he was now, the
very image of the proud all-star American jock, on the cold floor of the
alien station, enslaved with his fellow slaves and former comrades looking
on, as Hussain's ass engulfed his face and crushes down as Jackson flailed
and spluttered.

Fortunately, the Grey One had no intention to permanently damage his
property. He reached down and grabbed Jackson's meat in his three digit
hands and yanked.

" brown thing! Up!"

Hussain complied and wobbled onto his feet again before going back on all
fours. Jackson coughed and gasped, refilling his lungs with sweet oxygen
after the savoury plunger of Hussain's hole was off.

"white thing" called the Grey One, chuckling and grinning across his flat
alien face

"Back on the plinth, white thing. This sale isn't a done deal yet"