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Im delighted to hear from readers with any comments or suggestions. This story is one I've been developing for a while. I've had some missteps I think (there was a very hetero episode which probably is inappropriate for Nifty) but I hope it's now going to be back on (a definitely more homo!) course. Enjoy!
Jackson and the rest of the human males bought by the Gharodite trader had found themselves transported to a plantation-world where they would be used as field slaves for the Gharodites in much the same manner as had the unfortunate Africans in America's history.
The Gharodites were less interested in humiliating the now-conquered and enslaved earthlings as were the Grey Ones. Jackson and his fellow captives were washed, shaven and fed rather better than they had been aboard the Grey One pirate-vessel. But they were still naked and still required to crawl in the presence of a ruling species. They were housed in dormitories deep in the plantation complex and every morning, a long coffle line of human males were lead out into the fields to labour in the curiously archaic methods of Gharodite agriculture.
Returning to the dormitory, Jackson and the others were released from their coffle and permitted to interact freely. But the electronic device around their testicles and the probe up their asses both remained to ensure they had no notions of disobedience. The dorms were all male. The one Jackson was being housed in contained mainly fellow Americans, though of a wide variety of skin tones. It was total equality; not a hint of privilege for the whites (including Jackson). And of course, no pussy...
`Fuck this shit'-
thought Jackson, ripping 25year old all-American hetero jock as he was. Any action that was available here was going to have to be boy-on-boy. Jackson had gotten used to it since his capture. Even acquiring a taste for it. He could find some satisfaction with the pretty twink types. There were a few here in the dorm with him.
But they had become the objects of an intense rivalry between the older dudes. Twinks were regarded as something close to personal possessions among Jackson's peers here. Fights would break out between the more mature guys over the right to a twink's arse. Jackson had already engaged in a few. But Shay, the cute blonde twink to whom Jackson had been bound during their transportation here remained devoted to him and was always ready to offer his boyhole to Jackson for a night of ecstatic release.
There were occasions where Jackson got some of the real stuff. The Gharodites were interested in breeding the humans. Very occasionally, Gharodite guards would come to the dormitory and, having clipped a leash to Jackson's clock ring, would lead him out on all fours to a special mating room where a human woman would be proffered to him. But mostly it was bussy these days.
Out in the fields each day, large numbers of naked human men of all colours could be seen sweating, bending, labouring with primitive implements as Gharodite overseers on strange mounts kept a watchful eye.
Disobedient humans could first expect a stinging shock to their manhood or anal passage from the electronic slave-collars. Persistent disobedience would mean a thorough and brutal thrashing by the overseers with traditional whips. Jackson saw many unfortunate comrades beaten thus within an inch of unconsciousness. He himself had often earned himself a retort or two from the cock ring for his surliness and occasional disobedience.
But this seemed to increase his appeal among the younger twinks. A stroppy older slave gave off an aura of heroism. A zapped dick in the fields might be compensated with a choice of juicy, ready, fresh young assholes that night.