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`You have been a bad human!" rasped the Gharodite in Jackson's ear as he hung suspended by his feet from the ceiling of the punishment chamber.
Ratted up, nabbed, betrayed. That's what they had been- the two young American jocks, Jackson and Ted. Their plans to meet after fieldwork and conspire to escape, now brought to nothing. They had been caught. Now they faced their fate separately. Two enslaved humans who had just hadn't learned their place.
Ted was too valuable a breeding buck for their reptilian alien masters. Jackson was useful in that department too. But he had been watched as a possible troublemaker from the beginning. He had gone too far. The Gharodites were not as severe as the Grey Ones. But they couldn't afford any human slave rebellions. With a fine young buck like Jackson, generally well liked, admired by his fellow slaves (loved by the twink, Shea), with former leadership experience in the war against the Grey Ones it might be just more profitable to sell him on and have done.
That's what they had decided. They'd sell Jackson and throw in his twink as a bargain. Not a particularly cruel species, the Gharodites understood that human bucks could get very attached to their twinks. No earthling women, or at least, only on rare occasions, they became emotionally invested in their butt-boy bedding partners. So be it. If it kept them relatively content, the Gharodites were ok with it.
But Jackson had to be taught a lesson before being sold on. He had to learn to be a good earthling slave. The Gharodites had just the thing to break his uppity spirits.
"human! You may be a big boy among the other earth males, you may be the big man with the earth wenches, but you are still a human, and human is a slave race! To us and to all your owners and masters you will only ever be the bitch! Doors!"
With that the Gharodite stood back as the door of this grotty little chamber was thrown open.
What came in, horrified the inverted Jackson.
A thing like a man sized frog. It walked on two legs. It was led in on leashes held by two Gharodite guards, obviously it's trainers.
And it had a humongous, bright red, erect schlong.
oh fuck' thought Jackson oh,... just...fuck!!
The thing approached Jackson, dangling helpless and naked from the ceiling, his own meaty schlong jangling from between his legs. It's two long, slimy arms reached out and gripped him. They felt hot as if the thing's blood was boiling.
With a click the Gharodite guards detached it's leashes. It was now free do what it had been brought in here for.
With a bound, the vile thing swung up upon Jackson. It flipped itself with terrifying ease into an upside down position alongside Jackson, gripping him all the while. It slid around his back.
This was gonna be....
"Aggggh!!!" roared Jackson as the frog thing slipped it's giant dick up his jock-bussy. It wasn't the size that hurt either. Whatever the thing was, it's wedding tackle could easily slide into a smaller crevice like Jackson's butthole. It was the heat of the damned thing! Like a hot poker!
"fuuuuuckkkk!! Nooooo!!" yelled the 25year all American jock-boy as the ghastly frog thing proceeded to give him an epic rogering with it's monstrous, steaming cock....
`nooooo!!! Mercy!! Mercy!! Meeerrrcyy!!" he screamed
In less than three minutes, it was done. The thing pumped his human asshole with a fountain of hot sticky....frog-spunk?......
His asshole felt like a screaming skull...
He had been well and truly bitchified..
At least, the Gharodites were satisfied in this belief......
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