"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"