We Humans Have to Stick Together

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Prakex hustled around the corridors of the Velvex spaceship, the corridors and exotic alien machinery and servobots moving around not interesting him; he had spent his entire life among them. He was a human child around the age of twelve Earth years old, not that he knew Earth, nor his age, nor even his own parents very clearly. His own earliest memory was when they had taken him to the Velvex slaver and sold him for currency to pay for their passage off world, in hopes of reaching a free human world and there to gain their own freedom. In their own eyes, this was a small price to pay. Prakex had cried and wailed and begged them not to leave him but they had hustled away as soon as they had the money and he didn't know if they ever regretted leaving him behind or if they were simply glad to themselves be free at last from the bonds of slavery among the Velvex. If they had in fact gained that freedom. He didn't know and would never know.

He had then been sold to Vavilxov (the "x's" and "v's" were only approximations of their own multitude of similar consonants that humans could not pronounce as our mouths weren't made like the Velvex) and since then, his duties had been endless and dull, he had never seen outside this spaceship ever since. A slave has no choice in such things, and his world was the small chores his body could perform, usually menial things for his master who relished being able to show off a human slave to his friends, serving drinks and food, and the rest of the time, it was a simple run and fetch this and that.

A message came for him and he received it. A new slave had been taken aboard the ship, a human slave, and he was to minister to its needs until they arrived at the next port-of-call, where it would be off-loaded for sale. He didn't moan or sigh or complain at this duty, he had been a slave too long, it was a duty and he had to obey it, he simply went to the place where slaves when acquired for resale were kept, the ship frequently had them and he often had to deal with them, even human slaves. He didn't anticipate any problem, they would act and behave as he would.

The slave was not as other slaves, who would be sitting in the chambers, quiet and docile as he was, simply waiting until they were needed, knowing that their fate was sealed, there was no hope of escape at this time. When they were sold to some master, perhaps they could manage to find a way to buy their freedom, and manage to get to a free human world. Perhaps.

This human though, was restrained as no other slave had been restrained in Prakex's memory. Instead of sitting free in his chamber, he had been strapped firmly in place, completely naked, against a slab which confined his body. There was a slot in the slab which would allow his bowels to evacuate when at need, otherwise, he was quite helpless, his arms and legs and even head bound. The man's eyes looked at Prakex when he entered. The man was black haired and green eyed and quite handsome, newly adult and strongly muscled, his arms and chest were massive and bulging, his abdominals were visible though not pumped up to full size at the moment, his legs were thick-thighed with muscle. The bonds were deceptively slender, they looked as though they would never hold him, in fact, they could hold much stronger beings than he. "Hello," he said.

At first, Prakex was puzzled, he had spoken the human equivalent of the Velvex language non-stop since he had been very young. Then his brain conjured up old memories of talking with his father and mother and he was able to say, though his tongue found the words peculiar after so long, "Hello."

"My name is Jason," the man said. He spoke the Human slave language, spoken only by the humans among each other. He had learned it when very young of course, but had not had occasion to speak it for years now.

"I am Prakex, I am to care for you," Prakex had to use his limited slave-tongue words to talk. "I was instructed to minister to all your needs for your time aboard this ship."

"Good, then take me out of these bonds, and set me free!" Jason said, squirming.

"That would be against the wish of my Master." Prakex knew those words easy enough, his fellow slaves had talked about that a lot before he had been sold.

"But I need to relieve myself," Jason said.

"What is 'relieve' and how do you do it to yourself?" asked Prakex.

Jason was forced to use crude words and it took a while but Prakex understood. "Oh, I see, I will help you."

"Please hurry," Jason asked.

"Do you need help with your backside?"

"Not now."

Prakex took the bottle from the corner of the chamber meant for this and brought it over and without any squeamishness, gripped Jason's cock and guided its glans into the top and into it a short ways. "You may proceed."

"This is humiliating," Jason groaned but he really needed this, he had indulged in an excess of drink recently, this was part of why he had ended up in this situation, you shouldn't get drunk in an alien bar! He began to urinate and the urine filled the bottle, meant to hold all the urine of an entire day, over half full.

Prakex returned the bottle to the corner and came back with a soft damp cloth and used it to dry off the dong of Jason.

"Why are you doing that?" Jason asked.

"It is a proper way of cleansing the organ after an evacuation of the liquid waste." Prakex explained. "Many slaves believe this is necessary to avoid the spread of disease and aid the health of the body. I do not mind helping you in this." Jason's dong was uncut, and he skinned back the foreskin so he could properly wash the glans and tender flesh there, he did so tenderly.

"Uhhhh, different worlds, different beliefs," Jason said. "It does feel very good. A little too good, in fact."

Prakex finished his washing and dried it with the part of the cloth he had kept dry for this purpose and regarded the result. Jason's cock had stiffened up from the rubbing he had received and was now standing fully erect and was an impressive pud of some eight inches in length. "You were not supposed to have this reaction to the ritual," he observed.

"Well, I'm not from wherever you learned that ritual, you see," Jason said. "A cute boy like you starts rubbing on your pecker, you get a little...excited."

"It is not a problem," Prakex said. "I was told to minister to all your needs until we arrive at the next port-of-call, and there you will be unloaded to be sold to another master for slavery. I trust you will be more amenable to him than my master adjudged you were to him for him to bind you in this way for the journey."

"He knew that if I got loose, I could easily take over this ship with a little luck, and he didn't want to risk it," Jason said. "I still could if you would just undo these bonds," he added hopefully. "I could fly this ship to a free human planet. All slaves on board would be free. We humans have to stick together, this is a big universe...."

Prakex was not persuaded so easily. "Slaves who try such things do not die a peaceful death. Accept your fate, the Master is a kindly one, perhaps he will keep you instead of selling you." He gripped Jason's shaft and said, "Now, let me minister to this problem you have developed due to the cleansing ceremony. It is a small matter."

He lifted the rod as he bent over and sucked the now-clean prong into his mouth and began to work on it. His method and skill was well-practiced, he had done this for other human slaves now and then from the youngest of ages, it was no big thing, as he had said. All slaves were sexually available to each other and to their masters should one of them wish such a coupling, and an adult human male was much less repulsive to Prakex than some of what he had gone through on past voyages.

Jason, however, was astonished but not overly so, as he himself had said, other worlds had other customs and the love of men for boys was not uncommon, when women were scarce or forbidden to many of the younger males for some reason or other, as in the acquisition of harems by the richer men.

So Jason simply groaned, "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh! Prakex, you are the very best of hosts, you do know how to minister to my every need. I have not had my nuts emptied by any but my own hand for many days and my night have had myself and my hand alone as company."

"What are days and nights?" Prakex asked in a brief relaxation of his duty and then he returned.

"I'll tell you in a bit," Jason moaned. "You have been on this ship too long. Ohhhhhh, ahhhhh, my body longs to hold you, to caress you and treat you as a lover instead of a servant, you wonderful, talented boy, please, talk to your master and see if he will allow me that much movement, that I might hold you in my arms now and then, ohhhhh, OHHHH, OHHHHHH!"

Prakex was only mildly amused by this, he had heard similar babbling by the men he had serviced thus, they would spend their own saved coins to buy his freedom and dress him in fine clothing and other nonsense. Jason was not any different from the others.

Jason's passion rose in him rather quickly and it was not a surprise to Prakex, a young man who has been deprived of any outlet for a while usually is more than ready to spew his wads upon the opportunity. Jason was no exception wherever his home world was, five minutes of avid sucking by Prakex's part and the handsome stud strapped and helpless could and did erupt into Prakex's mouth with a massive quantity of his juicy fluid amid a cacophony of noise sounding like "KUHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHHH, HUH-UH-UH-KUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

He sounded like he was imitating the sound of some atonal and very nonmusical bird call. Slaves usually kept their lover's sounds very, very quiet for fear the masters would hear and take offense.

The climax was a large one, but the taste of it, more than anything, convinced Prakex that this man was not of any slavery lineage. The semen was of too fine a quality, the man had spent a long time digesting a large quantity of good-quality food, fine drinks, the best of life, not the barely-edible food the slaves were fed, composed of elements that the machines combined into what was called food but was so, so much less than the food that humans and animals had eaten for millenia. No, Jason was speaking the truth, he had been born free and lived, until very recently free...and he could take Prakex to freedom if he could but help him escape!

Prakex was clever enough to realize that he should not say or do anything until he thought this all through in much more detail. He tended to Jason's other needs, feeding him by hand, handling his bowel movements with quiet discretion and all the silent indifferent as a nurse might, giving his liquid excretions the same attentions as before, and his erections that inevitably arose at his nearly every appearance, for Jason was young enough still to be almost eternally ready for another sex session.

He also spent some time speaking with Jason about his life and the planet of his origin, it sounded like an amazing place, and Jason seemed to be very attached to it. Apparently on his world, humans were the dominant species and any visiting aliens had to obey the laws of humans, not the other way around. And best of all, slavery was totally illegal, any slave who set foot on their planet was automatically free! His planet also owned some fifty other planets that had the same rules and laws, and if they knew what the Velvexians were doing, they would certainly do what they could to seek out and free all the humans that were under Velvexian bondage. What a beautiful thing that would be.

He eventually was ready to go to Jason and reveal what he knew. Jason was ready to do his part. Prakex did his part, he pulled out the small device that would release the bonds that held Jason strapped to the slab and Jason was free!

The first thing he did was give Prakex a large hug and he said, "Stay here, you'll be safe. I have some skulduggery to do."

Prakex did as he was told, and Jason was gone for over an hour. He came back and said to Prakex, "Okay, it's all done."

"Done?"

"Finished. The Velvexian is now locked in his cabin, and we are on course to my home world. We'll be there in five days' time."

"That's all it took?" Prakex was astonished.

'That's all. Easy, I know, but soldiers like me are trained to deal with alien technology, at least enough to turn it to our advantage, all I had to do was change its course and have it broadcast a message when we get inside human space. So until we get there, all we have to do is relax."

"That's all, just relax?"

"Well..." Jason smiled at Prakex. "Not entirely all," he said and explained. Jason had worked up a little sweat but not that much in his labor in taking over the ship, the fat lazy Velvexian hadn't even put up a fight. He just wasn't used to slaves who fought him. They depended on machines and slaves to do their work so much, they forgot to do any of their own. Without his guidance, the robot machines on the ship had been easy to switch over to his own command and do what he asked of them. Just swap the ship's controls over from the Velvexian to his own and the ship was now his. Very easy if you knew how, and Jason knew how.

The chamber they were in came with a mattress pad and it was there that Jason led the very willing Prakex. Together they laid down on the mattress and this time, Prakex felt Jason take him in his arms for the first time and kiss him on his lips with his own lips. Until this time, he had had to reach up to hand Jason his food bite by bite, with no chance to offer him a kiss.

Jason let Prakex kiss down his body, tasting him little by little. As Prakex moved down, Jason turned and soon Prakex was sucking Jason's cock while Jason was busily scarfing down Prakex's own young rod. The pleasure Prakex received (no slave had ever returned his favor to him like this) was so intense that the boy was quickly writhing in his own joy, and he burst out in his rapture, gasping softly "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhh-hahhh-hahhh-hahhh-hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as slaves did in order not to disturb their masters. But his prick shot a juicy if thin load of slimy juice into Jason's mouth to show his rapture was genuine.

Jason swallowed it all, then he said to the gasping boy, "Now it's my turn," and he crawled around to get to the boy's legs and he lifted them both up high and aimed his now-spit-slimy rod at Prakex's small sphincter. Prakex was too delighted and eager and willing for there to be any problem with his hero, his rescuer, his savior to have any trouble in entering him, he would have given this man his life, his ass, already used more than once in his life, was a small thing in comparison.

Jason pushed into the nether canal without any trouble and he sighed as he did so. "You, my beloved boy, my wonderful one, you are my rescuer, my savior from a life of slavery."

"No, no, you rescued us, without you, I could never had done a thing," Prakex said in denial.

"You are the one in error, I was helpless in those bonds, and if you had not freed me, I could have done nothing. We succeeded because we humans stuck together, so let us share the glory of being the rescuers of each other, and let us share as well this joy, for if my cock is in your ass, your ass covers my cock, and there is no joy for either of us, if we did not share this."

"I shall not argue the merits of our actions now, only, I pray, make love to me, not sex, but love, and I shall consider my small actions repaid in full."

"I shall make love to you, but it is only a small first payment to the debt I owe you, the first of many payments, my beloved Prakex."

Jason began to move and as he did, Prakex moaned in soft harmony, moving his own body to help him. They did not hurry, they had no need to do so, for five long days spread out before them, and this was so special a time, the start of a new life of freedom for Prakex, and the celebration of freedom renewed for Jason. He was an adept and capable lover, and Prakex was of course talented as any slave becomes who has mated with aliens of a dozen different species must become to survive the ordeals.

After a long time, their bodies rose to the mutual climax they had kept from reaching for so long, desiring to prolong their preliminary joy. "Ahhhh-huhhhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhh!" sighed Prakex in his rising pleasure.

"Give your happiness volume, my dearest Prakex, you have no reason to stifle it any longer." Jason told him in a halting voice loaded with his need for orgasm. "You are free, free to shout to the world as you would. Shout and I will shout with you."

"I shall try. Uh-uh-uh-uh, ah-ah-hah-ah!"

"Uhhh-hahh-ahhh-ahhh-uhhhh-uhhhh!" Jason groaned with him. "HAHHH-AHHHH-AHHH-AHHHH!"

"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-UHHHHH!" Prakex brought forth from his lungs.

"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH!"

"AH-HAH-HAH-HAH-AH!"

"UHHHHHH-HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jason climaxed in a joyous glory of climax that shook him hard and caused him to spurt so fiercely into Prakex's bowels that he overloaded the orifice and come flew all about between them and he doused both of them with his seed.

"AHHHHHH-AHHHHH-HAHHH-AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Prakex's orgasm was a crow of victory as he succeeded in giving his lover the resounding voice he wanted, as he shook in his second climax of the time.

Done, exhausted, they lay in each other's arms, and kissed languidly, tiredly.

Prakex finally said, "Jason, please, tell me more about your home world. And will you take me there?"

"I most assuredly will, for it is the most beautiful and special of worlds. You see, my dearest Prakex, I have not told you this before, my home is called Earth, and it is the mother world of all humankind, and it is there that I will take you now...."

Jason talked on, as Prakex's eyes filled with tears. For the first time in his life, he was going home!

THE END
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