This story is from the imagination of the writer. It is inspired by Return of the Jedi.
One part of this tale involves me using Huttese. These translations are not my own creation.
His highness, the great Jabba The Hutt, still has me as his personal slave boy. It has been seven days that I have had the pleasure of this. He has just finished ravishing my body, it felt so good. Orgasm after orgasm. Swallowing one load of cum after another.
Naked, a collar around my neck and the exalted Jabba holding the chain, his cum is still wet on my stomach but I dare not touch it. My master likes to wake up and see his slave covered in his juices.
As the great Hutt awakens he begins to laugh "You have been a good fuck toy, my personal slave. Mmm, you are still honored with your master's juices on your naked frame. Shall I lick it off or have you lop it up with your fingers? Do the latter, slave."
Turning around slowly on master's throne, I kneel before his large, slimy stomach. I slowly use the fingers on my right hand to lick the almighty Hutt's green jizz on my slender body. Mmm, it tastes so good. His eyes widen. He is aroused. His cock grows and slowly slides itself into my fuck hole. He begins to bang me hard. His slime covered cock moving quickly in and out. I put my hands against his stomach for leverage. As I do, the exalted's jizz is shooting from his cum slit, filling my hole. I begin to shoot loads against his slime ridden stomach, he laughs. Master's cum oozes from my hole. Yes, it feels so fucking good. Pure ecstasy.
"Guard, take my personal slave and let him get cleaned up. After, you will bring him back with the new slave I recently purchased."
A gammorean guard grabs the chain from the great Hutt and forcefully drags me to the harem where all the master's slave boys are. Each is getting ready for another day and night of servitude and sensual delights with men who his exaltedness will sell to them for the right fee.
The new slave Jabba was eluding to is nineteen, six foot, one inch with a slender and toned build. A luscious seven inch cock is between his legs. Thick hair adorns the top of his head.
The disgusting pig guard pushes me into the harem, causing me to fall. As I begin to rise slowly, I hear a voice. "Are you alright?"
"Yes." I look up and it's the Hutts's newest acquisition. He gives me a warm hug.
Looking up and down his body, I take notice of what he is wearing: a red thong, along with red colored sandals. Two black ankle bracelets adorn each. I have not seen him since our master bought him four days ago. Before that, he was a stripper at a gay bar in Mos Eisley. One slaver who had been watching him over several weeks, sizing him up as to whether he would be a good sell to the Hutt. When he was presented to him, he took a liking to him and gave the slaver the price he had asked for.
A slave boys first night is terrifying. I had the unpleasantness of watching as the exalted Hutt took his newest for the first time. Jabba's moans and my fellow slaves screams resonated well beyond the throne room.
The guard I gave a blowjob to not one day ago, came to the harem and grabbed my left arm. Damn, I wanted to blow him so much but he was not here for that.
"Come with me, you cock sucking slut." He slapped my ass hard as he walked away. "You as well." He snapped a chain to our newest fellow slaves collar. Then he grabbed my arm. We walked slowly with him back to the great Hutt's throne room. Empty again, as it was yesterday when master made me his bitch for the upteenth time.
