This story is from the imagination of the writer and inspired by Return of the Jedi. All characters are 18+.
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It's about eleven in the morning and as I lay on the throne of my master, the exalted Jabba the Hutt, who is asleep after having fucked me for hours. I take a moment to put on my black silk thong. A silver collar is around my neck, with the great Hutt holding the chain that is attached. As his slave boy, I willingly do all my master tells me; it is either obey or die.
Although I am only one of nine slave boys or "shag bukee" in Huttese that Jabba owns, I have the pleasure of being his favorite. It has been this way for six days but I don't mind it. I'm much safer on his throne. Jabba holds nightly auctions of his slaves and as his favorite, I am spared due to Jabba's sexual needs. His needs are insatiable. He's fucked me so many times, I've have lost count.
Sex is purely for the exalted ones own pleasure. Yet the orgasms I've had, while his large cock is pounding my fuck hole, have been amazing. Cum spews from my 6 inch cock as I enjoy each thrust. While my masters cock is over 11 inches and protrudes from the tip of his tail, shoots load after load of green cum. And blowjobs? It is such a difficult task wrapping my mouth around his mighty girth. So I hold it with both hands and do my best while he unleashes his huge loads. Mmm, and then licking up and down Jabba's hard cock. I am quite the slut, aren't I?
Even when not on the exalted's throne, my day as his slave is full of routine as far as time is concerned. All of his excellency's slaves are up by noon. We are allowed to retire to our rooms around two in the morning. Unless you happen to be his favorite.
When in my room, away from the Hutt, I always sleep naked and always wake up with a stiff cock. All slaves have their own room. Complete with a comfy bed, toilet, sink, dresser, mirror and closet. All are on the second floor of our master's great palace. Far removed from Jabba, if only for the night.
Our master has all his slaves dress as he wishes. Me? I wear a black silk thong and black sandals. And the silver collar, which every slave boy wears. I stand in front of the mirror; My body is thin. My brown hair is pulled into a pony tail. I wear three bracelets, one on my left wrist and two on the other. There are some red marks on my ass from whippings I have received for not pleasuring Jabba well enough. Each slave has a tattoo on their right ankle with the Hutt's coat of arms.
A slaves body is what makes him desirable. I take pride in keeping my 5'7" 140 pound frame in shape. Vigorous exercise, which all slave boys do for two hours each day, along with a diet of fruits, veggies, yogurt, water and protein shakes, keeps me thin, sexy and appealing in the eyes of the exalted Hutt.
Suddenly, the master awakens and tugs at my collar. "Slave, you pleasured me well. Consider yourself lucky. Soon I will fuck you again but I must take care of business with traders who will be here shortly."
I stay silent. While Jabba conducts business, I am taken by a guard to the showers. Mmm, the warm water feels good against my skin. I lather up my hair with shampoo that makes it shine. The body soap, obviously, cleans me off, while keeping any hair from growing. As I rinse myself off, I begin to prepare myself mentally for more; More sex. more depravity, more submission. I towel off my body and redress. Before we head back, the guard comes over and smacks my firm ass in a playful manner and feels me up. I know what he wants.