This story is from the imagination of the writer. All characters are over the age of 18 and are from Return of the Jedi. Read and enjoy.
For some background on this story, please read Jabba The Hutt's Slave Boy Part 4. Or you can read them all.
"Please, no. Why do you want to bring me back to Jabba The Hutt? You bought and freed me from being his gay slave boy for another three years."
"Because, at the time when Jabba and I agreed upon a set price, I did not know this notice would arrive."
To Whom It May Concern,
You recently bought the freedom of one of my gay slaves. You only paid half of what I wanted. You will, in three days (72 hours), bring another 15,000 credits to my palace or you shall receive a visit you will surely not enjoy!
"This letter is bullshit. Jabba and I had a set price so I could buy you and free you from the exalted Hutt. He double crossed me. I must bring you back so that we don't get a 'visit you will surely not enjoy.'"
Looking into his eyes, I said "Can't you just wire the money to almighty Jabba?"
"No. I don't have it. I spent all my money on purchasing your freedom and some more so that I could feed and clothe another person. I am too sorry to tell you that I am."
I knew the great Hutt was greedy. He will go after anyone no matter how much they might owe him.
"It is ten a.m. exactly. We need to leave now. It will take at least until three, maybe four p.m., to reach the palace of your master."
"Let's get into the land speeder and go right now." Grabbing my left arm, the door to his home was flung open and we jumped into his speeder.
As we raced across the desert which was all that the planet Tattoine was, the sky was cloudless and the sun was baking the sand an even tanner color everyday.
It was three twenty five in the afternoon when we reached the all to familiar entrance to Jabba The Hutt's palace.
As we parked, I noticed something; an insignia on the large metal door that was not the initials of my master Jabba but his trusted right hand man Bib Fortuna. I pointed this out to my ex boyfriend.
"What the fuck is going on here?" My ex said.
Standing in front of the monstrous entrance, a voice came from a speaker to our right.
"What do you both wish to speak to the almighty Bib Fortuna about?"
"I am here to give back a former gay slave who his exalted Jabba The Hutt once owned."
We could here whispers coming from the speaker.
"The great Jabba is gone. The almighty Bib Fortuna now owns the palace."
The speaker went silent.
"Jabba is gone. Let's leave quickly." I said.
A firm "No!" came from the speaker. "Leave and the great Fortuna will hunt you down. We have you on video camera."
The enormous metal door began to rise up. The familiar sound of rusty hinges and even rustier gears, eminated from this large barrier.
Walking towards us was the all too familiar shape of the Twi'lek known as Bib Fortuna.
"Ah. I remember this slave." Bib Fortuna said with a smile on his face. "Yes, this gay slave was one whom Jabba really prized. He was a great cock sucker as well as a great fuck"
Pointing to my ex, he smirked then said "You may speak."
"Almighty Fortuna, I received this notice yesterday and do not have the money to pay. I humbly ask that you take back this slave and let me leave unharmed."
"Follow me."
Entering what used to be Jabba The Hutt's main audience chamber, was now much, much larger without the Hutt laying on his throne.
A large cushioned chair, with a high back, the kind a king would sit upon, replaced Jabba's throne. What did not change was a gay slave chained to it.
As Bib Fortuna neared his seat, the slave stood up, completely naked. Fortuna began to feel up his personal slave. Then he sat down. The slave undid Fortuna's long robe and began to suck his master's hard nine inch cock.
"Yes, you fucking cock slave Take it all."
