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Enslaved! Conquered! Taken in bondage!.....Jackson woke from his dream with these words screaming in his consciousness.
The 25year old all-American jock came back to his senses, naked on the floor of the Grey One's transparent slave-pen in the arms of his twink-boy lover, Shay.
Looking around he saw countless others of Earth's finest men, similarly naked in alien captivity. These were men of all ages, men formerly in business suits, in army uniforms, fathers, brothers, sons, of all colours, now equally sharing the status of another conquered species in the great Grey One empire.
He saw strong fine young men, heads between their legs in despair and shame, bare-arsed sons being embraced by fathers weeping pitiably, or men having thrown all hope aside simply indulging in the pleasure of the flesh together, ass-fucking or rimming , or giving blowjobs while they had the chance. The Grey One masters seemed to find this amusing. They didn't interfere. Jackson himself had spent the night ramming Shay's tight boy-hole with his hefty donger, though back on Earth, pre-conquest he'd only ever stuck it in some busty blond babe. But a conquered and enslaved species has no room for the old social orders and sureties. They were as livestock , as animals now , and as animals they must live. And on the Grey One home-planet they had now arrived. They were at the very heart of the empire.
"Humans! Stand and prepare for processing onto Gamla. This is the glorious home-world of your masters. You will be expected to show due reverence!" came the voice from the Grey One translation device. The humans obeyed. Both Jackson and Shay knew the order by now.
Jackson went to the side of the slave pen to one of the latrine holes and squatted down for a shit, while Shay stood beside him pissing. Privacy and modesty were long gone niceties.
"i reckon we should do our best to stick together" said Jackson to his younger twink lover "these Grey Ones are crueller than the Gharodites but they know it's best for morale to let bedding-mates remain."
"don't worry, Jackson" replied Shay grimly "you know how I feel about you. They'll have to drag me away before I....."
"prepare!!" blasted the order again as Grey One guards entered the glass tube of the slave pen with the electronic slave-collars to fix the humans into coffle-lines.
The weeping fathers and sons were torn apart and locked together, hands fixed behind their heads, collars around their necks and the testicles of the one behind latched into the anal device of the one in front. Men in the middle of fucking were also dragged apart and so shackled. Although the Grey Ones were diminutive in comparison to the earthlings, standing only four and a half feet high at most, they were still comparatively much stronger. Jackson had barely finished his dump when they came and pulled him up, yanking his testicle ring to fix it into the coffle, and similarly clicking Shay's to the probe up Jackson's firm jock arse.
Away to the right, a young father had been dragged roaring away from his son, protesting too much for the scant patience of the Grey Ones. He was going to be made an example of. Jackson recognised him. He had been a cop back on Earth. A man in his late 30s. Fairly handsome, dark haired, trimly bearded. His son was in floods of tears as the guards jerked his father roughly away while the Grey Ones latched the genital-ring around the son's lad-package to the arse of an older man in front. No pity. No sentiments spared. They were slaves and animals now.
Jackson felt anger rising at the sight of this Earthling humiliation. But he wisely bit his tongue. Meanwhile the father had been dragged up to the front of the now formed coffle-line. With merciless efficiency the Grey One guards hoisted him up, pulling his legs apart. He was held up to act as a kind of portal of shame, like the Mongols of Earth's history did with conquered subjects, making them pass beneath the yoke to make certain they acknowledged their new status. The man yelled, begged, and protested. But to no avail. He wasn't going to be permanently harmed. Just used as a symbol of the humans subordinate condition.
His meaty schlong swung impotently just above the heads of the passing coffle-line. He was continuously subjected to the shocks from his anal probe. He bawled for mercy. His son passed beneath him with his head down, unwilling to look at his father's shame. Would they ever be reunited? The son weeping was himself subjected to the disproportionate cruelty of the Grey One guards walking besides. His genital ring buzzed constantly with ringing stings and shocks. Poor lad. It was time for them all to get a view of their conquerors home. Jackson stole a furtive kiss from Shay as they trundled slowly forward towards their waiting destiny.
The great doors of the docking bay opened and the humans got their first sight of Gamla, the Grey One's capital world;
A vast city, seemingly built of bronze, glittering beneath an unearthly twilight sky. Waiting for them were regiments of Grey One soldiers armed with electronic bullwhips.
"Humans will drop on all fours when entering the capital of their masters!" bleated out the metallic command.
Jackson and Shay dropped with the rest. As the coffle-line thus crawled out of the craft, they were hurried along with strikes of the whips across bare arses. Had it really come to this? thought Jackson;
Humanity's ultimate destiny- a slave race captive on a far distant alien world.