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"Back off! He's fookin' mine!" roared the shaven headed Irishman as he landed another shattering punch to Jackson's chin. Jackson stumbled backwards, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and collapsed into Shay's caring embrace. Shay himself was the issue over which this brawl was being fought.
Shay, pretty blonde twink of twenty, who had been Jackson's personal bedding partner since their capture from Earth and enslavement. Shay, who like the other twinks in this Gharodite slave-dormitory had become something of a status possession for the older dudes to squabble over.
This brute of an Irishman, about 40 had taken a shine to Shay. He wanted his twink butt for himself. Jackson was not about to give it to him. Shay himself probably would have no say in the matter. If the Irishman kicked Jackson's butt sufficiently, Shay would be his. Devoted to the handsome 25year old all American jock, Shay was of course rooting for Jackson.
Swiftly a circle of cheering slaves surrounded the duelling pair. The male earthling slave dormitory became a makeshift arena this night. As the Gharodites kept their human slaves unshackled in the dorms, apart from the thin electronic collars around their cock&balls, the humans were free enough to interact, to use the latrines running around the walls, to fuck and bed each other when the desire took them (only specifically selected human bucks were occasionally given a woman to mate with, and then only in isolation) and now, fight each other over the rights to twink bussy.
"cmon man! Get up! You gotta save me from that bastard" whispered Shay in Jackson's ear, cradling his stricken lover as the Irishman approached. The latter's supporters howled in encouragement and anticipation. If he thrashed Jackson good they would be treated to watching (and perhaps sharing) in the victory spoils. Namely, Shay's arse.
"dont worry dude, I won't let him have you" spluttered Jackson to Shay as he swung back onto his feet.
Jackson was physically in much better shape than the Irishman, but the latter was a cunning fighter. And vicious.
Jackson barreled towards him. The Irishman deftly stood aside, grabbing Jackson around the throat with one arm, and with the other pinning Jackson's arm to his back. They both roared in the passion of their rage. It looked like Jackson was in trouble.
The Irishman gripped him tighter and lifted him off his feet, pointing him directly at a dismayed Shay. Jackson's heathy man-meat swung impotently between his legs as he was hoist up before his kneeling lover.
"see this, boy!" roared the Irishman "here's the last time you'll ever have this pathetic dong up your ass" he grabbed Jackson's manhood and squeezed. Jackson yelped, helplessly. It looked like it was all over. When suddenly --
"Fuuuuuuck!!!!" the entire population of the dormitory fell yeowling to the straw covered ground, hands gripping their arses as they were delivered a sharp shock from the anal devices the Gharodites used to control them.
The Gharodites had been watching with some amusement. They found the earthlings entertaining in their squabbles.
The Gharodites themselves had never visited Earth. They traded with the Grey One empire, and were content in buying whatever slave species came their way from the Grey One conquests or pirate raids. Earth in fact, was not officially a conquered planet of the Grey One empire. It had been overcome by a Grey One pirate fleet, more evidence of how primitive and weak the human race on Earth had been. It only took a few privateering battle-cruisers for all Earth's remaining military defences to be neutralised.
Humans had done much of the work of destroying Earth themselves. By 2080, the last of the inter-human wars had wiped out much of Earth's population, except for North America. That then fell quickly to the Grey Ones. Apart from isolated bands of resistance fighters like Jackson's one that is. They were now slowly and surely being rounded up and enslaved. But of all this, the Gharodites had only heard reports. The hairless ape-creatures who ended up on these Gharodite slave plantations were a novelty. They reptilian Gharodites found their primitive passions and fights quite amusing.
Not that they encouraged them. Humans were their property and they weren't keen on them inflicting too much damage on each other over trivialities such as bedding companions and lads' arses. Hence the stinging retort --
"Down Earthlings" announced the Gharodite guards entering to re-establish order in the slave dormitory.
They headed straight over to where Jackson and the Irishman lay quivering beside each other, still flinching from the jolt to their asses.
"this here buck is worth more than you'll ever be" mocked the leading Gharodite guard as he reached down and grabbed both Jackson and his opponent, fastening their cock-rings to leashes. He was speaking to the Irishman when he said this. He yanked them both to their knees and separated them.
"Ah! So that's what you were scrapping over" the Gharodite guard pointed at Shay "well, I can't see the attraction myself" the Gharodites all snickered "but I suppose in your dumb animal eyes it's probably worth a black eye. You earthlings really do think too much with your penises. Probably a reason why you were so easy to conquer. But, now. We don't want you damaging each other over fuck holes.
You --" the Gharodite pointed at the Irishman- "you aren't worth half as much as this here young bull" he petted Jackson's head- "you will have to find another fuckhole. This boy-bitch ( he pointed at Shay) belongs to this bull'.
The Irishman groaned. The Gharodite gave a fierce yank to his leash. The Irishman fell forward cupping his meat and potatoes in agony.
"you"- the Gharodite pointed at Jackson "you want to establish your dominance. Go do it now. Show this one (pointing and the now sniveling Irishman) you are the superior slave"
"oh yeah!" thought Jackson. He would show this fucker who's king of this slave-pen.
Shay crawled over to Jackson and whispered something in his ear. The Gharodites were content enough to let Jackson have his moment of triumph. It suited them to have some order among the earthling slaves, and they did find the human ways amusing and exotic.
Jackson got onto all fours and crawled to the Irishman, lying prostrate. He was going to give him a token of his new subordinate status, one suggested by Shay himself;
Jackson squatted over the Irishman. He pulled his face so that it lay directly beneath his ass. Then, to the amusement of both the Gharodites, and to the rest of the blokes watching, Jackson delivered a king-sized dump right on the Irishman's face. The latter spluttered and wailed, but didn't try to get up, knowing that the Gharodite guard would just reef his balls again if did.
Satisfied, the Gharodites left the dormitory.
Jackson enjoyed a hearty fuck of his beloved Shay's boyhole that night when everyone had bedded down.
As further token of his defeat and shame, the other twinks took the opportunity to shit on the Irishman, as he lay alone and whimpering in a dark corner.
But there, he too plotted his revenge.