OMF: College Life of Owned Slaves

Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery.  The story may include topics that may be offensive to some. It includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, and consensual slavery.   Some aspects of this story could seem too extreme to some people.  Therefore, if this offends you then please move on.  

Chapter Summary: This chapter goes through a new ‘Student Slave’s’ application to attend a private college away from home.  It follows the slave’s steps leading up to his arrival on campus and his first day.  

Author’s Notes:  This is a spinoff story of ‘Owning my Family’.  Yet, you don’t have to read OMF to enjoy this new story arc.  This is about 6 years after the legalization of volunteer slavery became the law of the land.  Even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn’t condone non-consensual domination or slavery. All submissives in this story volunteered to be enslaved.  Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. 

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POV - New Student, Slave David 

I just turned 18 and am unsure what I'm going to do with my life. I didn't get good enough grades in high school to be accepted into any college. Requirements to attend college are a lot harder now.  The companies want college graduates with a Master’s degree and a 3.5 grade point or higher.   So, they just want managers.  For most white-collar workers jobs, AIs have taken over most of those jobs except for assistants to corporate managers. Those assistants start out as slaves and have to earn their freedom.  Plus, my parents can’t afford to send me to get a Master’s degree.  With AI’s controlling manual labor slaves using augmented goggles and an exoskeleton, I don’t have much of a choice.  Being a manual labor slave is not much of a life.   As for the military, not many wars break out nowadays.  The small conflicts that break out are fought with Al-controlled robots.  So, human soldiers are not needed anymore. What makes matters worse, is my parents say I can't live with them for free all my life.  

My best friend, Mitch, got into a private school on the other side of the state. He is so brilliant they gave him a full scholarship.  He said if he wants they will provide him with a student slave that the school owns. So, he suggested that I volunteer to be a student slave and we might be able to live together. He knows I'm gay. He is bi so he's OK with me being gay. 

I was shocked when he first suggested it. I never expected him to be in favor of owning slaves. Before he went to that school he was never a very dominant person.  So, I’m sure if would consider himself as a Master or would we still be just best friends.   

However, he's been at the school for a year now and all his new friends have slaves except him.  Then it hits me. Does he want me to be his slave?  

He is cute with a good-looking body. We are best friends so we know everything about each other. So, I would know how he would want to be serviced.  Well, at least when he lived here.  I wonder if the school has changed him.   Unlike me, his mother did all the housework and his second Dad does the yard work around the house.  Yes, Mitch has two Dads and a mother.  His biological Dad is the Alpha of the household.   

I told him I would think about it. 

He says, “Slaves don't think about orders, just obey them, understand, BOY!"

What was that?  I have never heard him talk like that. Yet, when he called me 'BOY" a spark of excitement rushed through me. 

I reply without much thought, "Yes Sir."

"Good boy! Sending a link for the ‘Student Slave’ application. Fill it out and let me know when you complete it. Oh and add me as your sponsor. That should help the application process.  Do it now, BOY!"

Another spark of excitement rushes through me and right to the tip of my small dick.  

Again I say, “Yes, Sir” out of habit towards all Alphas in my life. 

“Good boy,” and hangs up

So, I click on the link. There are many personal questions that I would have never thought would be on a college application. 

Like this. 

Did you ever get spanked by someone of authority?

Answer: Yes 

Who spanked you?

Answer : My Dad and my bully in school

Did the spanking excite you? 

Thinking back at it, I did get the same rush when Mitch just called me a ‘boy’. 

Answer : Yes 

Are you straight, gay, bi, trans, or asexual? 

Answer: Gay

How many fights have been in where you started the fight? 

Answer: None 

Do you like help out around your family home? 

I usually help mom in the kitchen and grab the dishes when everyone is done eating. Then wash and put them away. I just don't like a mess. I feel complied to clean up messes when I see them. So, I pick up after Dad when he leaves cups in the living room or takes off his socks and leaves them on the floor.  Plus, I do get a warm sense of satisfaction when my Dad says I did a good job cleaning up after him. It isn't sexual like when Mitch just called me a boy. Yet, I did like the feeling and wanted to heard it from Dad again and again.  What does that say about me? 

Answer: Yes

They went on like that, getting more and more personal.  Even asking the same question in a different way.  By the time I finished the questionnaire, I think the school knows more about me than anyone. Mitch doesn't even know that much about me.  Some of the questions hit on my darkest fantasies about being beaten up, fucked, and enslaved by my high school bully.  Like when I often jerk off at night remembering him pissing on me as he dunked my head in the toilet bowl. I can't believe I told the school about that!  However, the more I shared with the school the better I felt. I wanted to tell them everything about my dark kinky thoughts. I kept it hidden in the safety of a fantasy for too long. Maybe now I can get my chance to live that fantasy in real life! 

At the end of the questionnaire, they want nude pictures of me, front and back. Not only nude but also hard and soft. I’m already hard so that one is covered. Yet, I need to jerk off to provide a soft dick pic. So, I quickly rub one out and snap the pictures.  Finally, I digitally sign the application not realizing there is more that I should have read.  Full of excitement, I press send to submit the application before I change my mind. A couple of minutes later, I got a message from Mitch. 

"Good job, Boy. You are one kinky sub. I like it! It will take a week to process your application. Don't worry about your grades in high school. The school always finds a good fit for all their slave boys. I'm proud of you, boy. Let me know as soon as you're accepted."

WOW! Did the school share my application with Mitch? They must have. He is my sponsor so I guess it makes sense. Still, it seems like they can use my private thoughts however they like. It's like they already have some control over me. 

My face feels hot at the thought of the school controlling me already!  Plus, Mitch now knows my darkest fantasies. DAM! It didn't freak him out. So, that's a good start, I guess. 

Looking down and my dick is hard again. Seconds later, I get an email from the school explaining that my sponsor approved my application. It now goes to the Dean of Slave Student Admission. It warns me that there are a lot of applicants and to be patient as a good slave should be. They will email me when the application is approved or denied. Accompanying the email is a web link for more information. 

I click the link and the first thing I see is a naked slave on his knees looking up at a hot young man. Both are about my age. The dominant man is gripping the slave's cheeks staring down at the boy. They are surrounded by other Dominants admiring the scene. 

Next to the picture, it says, "Is this what you want, boy?" If so, download the Slave App to your phone or tablet.  Without thinking I say "Yes Master." to myself and download the app to my tablet.

When I open the Slave App, there is a message that says, "Good boy. We can help. Boy, you made the first step for a productive future of service. Be proud of this. At our school, you will learn who you are meant to be. Deep down you know this is the right path forward. In fact, it is the only path forward for boys like you. Look deeply into your authentic self. What does it tell you, boy?"

I think back on my life. I have always done what others wanted me to do. I love the look of satisfaction on a guy's face when he is pleased with me. Even with my bully from grade school to high school, I loved it when he was happy humiliating me in front of his friends. That's why I never fought back or even ran from him. Mitch saw me being humiliated many times and didn’t stop it.  He just watched except one time but I stopped him before he confronted my bully. I told him it would just make it worse and he would be my bully's target too!  I don't want my best friend to get hurt. Now that I look back it was just as much about protecting my friend as it was about me wanting to be bullied. I wonder if Mitch knew this and enjoyed seeing me bullied.  Remembering him watch me get slapped in the face.  Yet, now I remember him smirking at me. Suddenly, I moan in surprise as I shoot another load this time on my tablet. 

So deep in my fantasy, I say out loud, "Yes Master, I need to be a slave and be bullied."

The cum covered screen says, "Good boy. You are making the best choice of your life. Nothing will satisfy you more than a Master controlling you and humiliating you for his pleasure."

Then a picture appears of a dining hall with a slave tied up in a trash can as students dump leftovers over top of the boy! 

The caption asks, "Are you hard, boy!" 

I whisper, "Yes Master!" 

The caption orders, "Speak up, boy". 

Instinctively, I yell out "YES MASTER!". 

I here my Dad call out, "What was that, boy!" 

I yell out, "Nothing Sir. Sorry to disturb you, Sir."

"OK BOY. KEEP THE IT DOWN. YOU KNOW THE RULES!" 

"YES SIR, I WILL. SORRY SIR!"

The picture on the screen changes to the boy being spanked by an old Daddy type guy. 

The caption changes, "Boy, it needs to be punished for disturbing his Daddy."

What the fuck. How does the app know I disturb my Dad? Then notice in bold, a disclaimer at the top of the screen. 

"All use of camera and mic recordings are the property of the college. The recordings are to enhance the user experience. All recordings will be shared with the applicant's sponsor and Dean of Student Slave Admissions. Stopping the recordings or app will be an automatic denial of the slave student application. Leaving the app active will increase the chances of approval of its slave student applications."

Shit! They are now recording me.  That's how they know about disturbing Dad. This must be a test. For the rest of the night, I watch the pictures and answer verbally the app’s questions. Before I go to bed the app orders me to prop the tablet up facing my bed. I assume it will be recording me sleeping. I go to put on underwear but the app reminds me that slaves should sleep naked. When I try to cover myself with my blanket, the app reminds me that slaves never cover themselves. So, I'm sleeping naked while whomever at the school can see me naked all night long!

My dick never goes down throughout the night. I dream about Mitch watching me sleep. Dreaming he loves that I have no privacy now! 

When I wake up I grab my dick as I usually do in the morning to rub one out.  Then look at the tablet seeing one word "STOP!"

I stop mid-stroke not understanding why but have a feeling deep down that I need to obey! 

Next message, "Slaves DO NOT release without permission."

I look at the camera and ask desperately, "Can I cum, Master?" 

"NO!" 

So I ask, "May I stroke?"

"YES" 

So I stroke again and watch the tablet closely. I start to moan more and more. DAM! I'm close. 

"STOP!" 

OH FUCK! I feel my dick pulsing, right on the edge of release. I'm breathing heavily. I so want to get over the edge but can't! 

I ask again, "May I stroke, please, Master?"

I watch the tablet closely but nothing but a blank screen. 

I whisper, "OH GOD, PLEASE!" 

Nothing! I stare at the screen for 5 minutes and still nothing. 

I hear Mom calling me to help her with breakfast. SHIT! 

Finally, I let go of my dick and grab some shorts. Thankfully, It has gone down enough for it not to show through my shorts. 

I run down the stairs and help Mom make toast. We rush to get breakfast ready before Dad punishes us.

He comes into the dining room and sits down just as I place his plate of eggs, hash browns, and toast in front of him. Mom places a cup of hot coffee in front of him. He ignores us as we wait for him to allow us to sit. He drinks a sip of his coffee and a bit of his eggs, hash browns, and toast. When they are to his satisfaction, he motions for us to sit. Otherwise, we have to fix what we messed up. 

Dad ignores us as he eats his breakfast. Then he looks at me. 

"David, have you found a job?" 

"NO SIR! I have been looking every day but nothing is available for someone without a college degree. All the manual labor jobs are now done by slaves with AI control."

"I see, and no college has accepted you either?”

"No Sir. I'm sorry Sir, I didn't have the grades. Plus, I'm not good at sports as you know, Sir. However, Sir, I did apply for a slave student application at a private school on the other end of the state."

"OH! You did. I was going to suggest that. Otherwise, I was going to suggest you enslave yourself to me. I can't have my son be a lazy bum. When do you find out they have approved your application?" 

WOW! If I don't get accepted then Dad wants me to enslave myself to him!  Would that mean he would use me sexually too?  Fuck I need to do everything I can to be approved. 

"Sir, my sponsor said it will be about a week or two. They have a backlog of applications."

Dad laughs, "I'm sure they do. With the tougher requirements for attending colleges and no military option, there are a lot of boys and girls looking at becoming slaves. Yes, I think a ‘Slave Student’ program is your only good option,  Otherwise, you would need to be my slave and work as a manual labor slave to pay your way." 

"Ah.. Sir, yes I want to be a ‘Slave Student’. It's my best option, Sir."

Dad laughs again, "Yes it is. But not your only option," he smiles at me mischievously "Now who is your sponsor, boy?" 

"Sir, my best friend, Mitch. Remember, he started at the college a 6 months ago."

"Yes, he is a fine young man. Has he indicated he wants to be your Master?" 

"I’m not sure, Sir."

"Has the school started testing you?" 

"Yes Sir, I didn't realize I was being tested at first."

"Yeah, they are clever. You need to do what they say. No disobedience or they might not approve your application. I assume they are communicating through the tablet I allow you to use."

"Yes Sir, they are."

"Go get it, boy!" 

I run upstairs, get the tablet, and run back down. I hand it to my Dad then stand and wait. I can't sit until he tells me to. It's his rules for Mom and me. 

"I see you have a new order, tell your parents about your “Slave Student’ application. Go on tell me, boy" 

He points the camera at me. 

"Dad and mom, last night I applied to be a slave student."

The tablet orders, "Why did you apply?"

"Because it is my best option for my life."

"Why do you want to be a slave?" 

Red-faced now, so Dad orders, "Answer the question boy. We talked about this. You can't disobey the school that is testing if they want to invest in you. Go on, answer the question, boy."

I blurt out, "I want to be a slave because I want to please guys who control me. Just recently I realized that I looked for guys who wanted to humiliate and control me for their own pleasure. I had a bully in school who constantly humiliated, punished me, and used me as his servant.  He would tie me to a urinal for his friends to piss in my mouth. Another time he stripped me naked and tied me to the goalpost after school. Everyone would laugh at me as they went home. Even the football players did their practices while I was tied to the goalpost. It was so humiliating, Master. Yet, I came back to my bully for more just to please him. I understand now, I have a deep need to please guys like him."

"Good! Slave boy. Now strip!" 

OH FUCK! My parents haven’t seen me naked since I was a little boy.  Now my whole body feels hot as I slowly lower my shorts. When I kick off my shorts, I try to cover up my dick.

"Slaves have no privacy!" 

Dad orders, "Hands to sides, boy.  You want to be a slave so act like one. DO IT NOW, BOY!" 

I quickly move my hands to the sides. 

The Slave app orders, "Good slave boy. Now ask your father to measure the following body parts."

Ankles
Wrist
Waist
Chest
Neck
Calfs
Thighs
Upper arms
Balls
Dick length hard
Dick length soft
Dick circumference hard
Dick circumference soft. 

As I read the list, my face gets hotter and hotter. Fuck my Dad is going to see me hard. Not just see me but he will have to touch it! Oh God!  I have to ask him to measure my hard dick. It's going to be so humiliating. Yet, I know I have to obey! 

I look Dad in the eyes, "Dad, please measure me. Please measure all that is listed."

Dad asks, “Boy, you want me to measure your dick hard too?”

“Yes Dad”, my whole body now feels hot with shame!

"OK Boy, arms out at shoulder level. Spread your legs wide to give me better access."

He kicks my leg and lifts my arms. This is so embarrassing. My Dad is going to know how out of shape I really am. I'm so weak compared to him. I hold my position despite wanting to run away and hide. Yet, again I know I have to obey. I can’t be denied my slave application!

Dad hands the tablet to Mom while Mom hands him a tape measure from her sewing kit. He measures each part of me as Mom types the number into the tablet. I never in a million years thought my parents would be doing this. They’re actively helping me to become a slave! 

When Dad gets to measuring my dick, he grabs it and jerks me off. All the humiliation gets worse which just gets me hard in no time.  I look down in amazement that my Dad is stroking my hard dick.  I'm so close to shooting. 

So I yell out, "STOP SIR! PLEASE STOP SIR! I CAN'T CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION, SIR!" 

Dad quickly let's go of me. I take deep breaths trying to hold back my release. At the same time, Dad measures my hard dick. It takes all my willpower to not cum. 

Mom types in the measurements and Dad shakes his head in disappointment. I know it's small compared to the classmates I sucked off in high school. Yes, seeing my Dad disappointed is another humiliation added to everything else! 

Dad measures my balls which must be the biggest it has ever been with all the cum building up in them. 

He then orders, "Boy, I now need to measure you soft."

FUCK! How is he going to do that? I'm going to be hard all day if I don't cum. 

Dad orders, "Ask for permission for me to jeck you off until you release."

I look at Dad in shock with my mouth open wide. He places a finger on my chin and lifts it to close my mouth. 

"Boy, you will need to get used to someone else controlling your orgasms. As you already said you can't release without permission. Now be a good boy and ask the school for permission to cum!"

I look at the tablet with a red face reflecting looking back at me. 

"Master, please may my Dad jerk me off to release so he can measure me soft?" 

"GRANTED!" 

"SLAVES ARE IN' DISPLAY POSITION' WHEN BEING MILKED" 

"HANDS BEHIND ITS HEAD."

"KEEP LEGS SPREAD" 

"CHEST OUT" 

I quickly get into the ‘Display Position’. 

"GOOD! SLAVE BOY!" 

Out of years of following my Dad's rules, yell out, "THANK YOU, SIR!" 

I jump when Dad grabs my hard dick.  He starts stroking it slowly at first. I can't believe my Dad is jerking my dick. He keeps me on the edge for what feels like forever. I start to beg for release. 

"Please, Dad! Please…make me cum. Please, Sir. I will be a good boy. Please SIR…" 

It's so hard to keep in position. I wiggle a lot! 

Dad orders, "Keep still boy. When your owner plays with his property he expects his slave to follow orders."

I moan out, "Sorry… SIR! I'm..trying to stay…still. Please… SIR could you make…me cum!" 

"I will when I'm ready. Boy, you need to learn that your owner controls how you may cum. Begging only makes your owner want to continue prolonging the milking session. Keep quiet and maybe I will allow you cum sooner."

So, I bite my lower lip and try to keep still. 

Now that I'm following my orders, Dad starts jecking me faster. It doesn't take long for him to make me cum.  I shoot onto the dining room table, covering my cold breakfast with my cum.  Did Dad aim my dick at my breakfast on purpose? 

He quickly measures my soft dick. 

The tablet dings 

"GOOD SLAVE!" 

"DOES SLAVE HAVE CHORES TO DO?"

Dad says, "Yes, I have a list that needs to be done around the house."

"SHOW LIST!" 

Dad goes to his office and comes out with a long list.  He holds it up to the camera and the app scans it then converts it to a checklist.

“CHECKLIST OF SLAVE CHORES FOR THE WEEK.”

DAY 1:
1. Help make breakfast for the slave’s father’s family
2. Server breakfast for slave’s Father and Mother
3. Clean and put away dishes for breakfast.
4. Make the bed in the Master bedroom.
5. Remove bedding from the slave’s bed except for the fitted sheet.
6. Do laundry for the slave’s father and mother
7. Remove all clothes from the slave’s bedroom and pack them away in storage
8. Vacuum whole house
9. Make lunch for Father and Mother.  The 'slave stew" will arrive by lunchtime for slave’s feeding. Slave Stew is served cold.
10 Serve lunch to the slave’s Father and Mother
11. Clean and put away dishes for lunch
12. Clean all floors of Father’s house
13. Clean the bathroom of Father’s house
14. Put away laundry for Father and Mother
15. Help make dinner for the slave's Father and Mother.
16. Server dinner for slave’s Father and Mother
17. Clean and put away dishes for dinner.
18. Slave is fed cold slave stew out of a dog bowl.
19. Give a foot massage to its Father
20. Go to sleep after Father is finished with his foot massage

DAY 2:
1. Make breakfast for Father and Mother per Mother’s directions.
2. Slave eats its 'Slave Stew' cold.
3. Clean up the table of dirty dishes, clean them, and put them away
4. Make the bed in the Master bedroom.
5. Mow the lawn of the slave's Father’s house.  Push mower only.
6. Make lunch for Father and Mother per Mother’s directions.
7. Serve lunch to the slave’s Father and Mother
8. Clean and put away dishes for lunch.
9. Slave eats its slave stew cold.
10. Weed the garden
11. Make dinner for the slave’s Father and Mother per the Mother’s directions.
13. Server dinner for slave’s Father and Mother

14. Clean and put away dishes for dinner

12. Slave eats its slave stew cold
15. Give a foot massage to its Father
16. Go to sleep after Father is finished with his foot massage.

Each day I do the routine chores like making the beds and cooking meals. Plus there are other chores that are different from the routine chores like washing the windows, cleaning the bathroom, or painting the shed. 

So, my daytime is always full of routine and special chores. Dad works from home so he checks on my work and punishes me if I do anything wrong. The punishment is usually a spanking with his belt. It's bare ass since I haven’t been allowed to wear clothes.  The Slave App dictates the severity of my punishments. By the time the week's end, I feel like a slave in my own home. 

Slowly as the week goes by, I see more and more of my personal items are missing from my bedroom.  Dad and Mom must have been told to remove them by the school.  At the end of the week, all are gone.  Even my bed is replaced with a rubber mat on the floor that I have to roll up every night.  Dad has been locking my bedroom's door at night too!  My bedroom feels like a cell. 

On day 7, my bedroom is bare as if no teenager even lives there.  It looks like a room is fit for a slave, which I guess is!  All of this must be part of testing me to see if I will complain.  I assume they want to see if I’m worth investing in as Dad said.  Well, all week I made sure they saw that I'm worth investing in years of training. 

From what I heard, at the end of my slave training contract, they will be able to sell me to a company. The company will then own me for two years before they renew my contract as one of their servants or sell me to a different company. If all goes well, I will be an assistant servant (AS) to one of the top managers of the company. I will be reclassified as an 'AS' instead of a 'IA'.  It's a slave that is at a higher level than just an 'Intelligent Animal'. I will be given some rights like wearing clothes in public. The company chooses the clothes I'm allowed to wear and I get to choose from them. Other rights may be granted like having an allowance for food and the company can provide separate housing like a studio apartment. However, if my performance is not to the company's standard then they have the right to demote me back to an IA level. So, the company will always own me. I will just have to prove I'm worthy to keep investing in me. 

On the evening of the 7th day after submitting my student slave application, we get a delivery.  It's a box with a letter attached from the school.

Dad has me kneel in front of him as he reads the letter.  Of course, I’m naked since I packed away all my clothes on the first day of my testing.

“Slave, Congratulations! Your ‘Student Slave’ application has been approved.  Accompanying this letter is a standard slavery contract of 12 years.  The 12-year contract provides the slave with a limited Master's degree and training to be an 'Assistant Slave'. The first 10 years it is the property of the college. The last two years of its contract will be sold to a company on at the college's auction house. However, its sponsor has the right to buy its last two years if the sponsor so chooses to execute the buyout clause. Also, in the package is a slave collar. The collar must be locked on the slave before it arrives on campus.  The following must be done before arriving on campus, assuming the slavery contract is signed.”  

Sign the 12-year slavery contract.
1. All personal banking accounts must be closed
2. All personal online accounts must be deleted from the internet.
3. All communication devices must be deactivated, wiped, and destroyed.
4. All clothes must be given to charity or burned.
5. All personal items must be given to charity or thrown away.
6. Slave must be shaved completely from the top of its heads to its feet. No hair is to be left on our slave's body.
7. Slave’s ID must be in the possession of the Father and given to the guards upon arriving on campus.
8. The signed slavery contract must be in the possession of the Father and given to the guards upon arriving on campus. 
9. If the slave signs the slavery contracts then said slave must arrive at school within two days of receiving this letter.  If the slave doesn’t arrive then it’s in breach of its slavery contract.  Slave police will come to collect it.
10. The Slave has been under its initial 10-day temporary slavery contract. As such the school orders the slave to be collared now by its father who has already agreed to the testing of said slave.  If the slave doesn’t sign the slavery contracts then the collar will automatically unlock after the 10th day of its temporary slavery contract.  Otherwise, the collar will be locked for the length of the slavery contract.  
11. Slave must be collared and caged upon arriving on campus. 

OH WOW!  I have been a slave for the past 7 days and did not know it. 

I ask Dad, “Sir, may I speak?”  Throughout the week I learned that slaves don’t talk without permission.

“Yes, it may, Slave.”

I inhale deeply.  That’s the first time Dad called me a slave. 

“Sir, so I have been a slave for this whole week.  Did Sir know that was temporarily enslaved this week?”

“Yes, slave.  One of my coworker’s sons applied to be a student slave about 6 months ago.  His father explained the process months ago. Plus, when you submitted the student slave application, I was informed. By the law of our state, I had to allow the school to take control of you.  The school owned you the moment you signed the application.   In the last few pages of the student slave application was a slavery contract for 10 days.  Son, you must not have read the last few pages.  It's a way for the schools to test slaves before they invest in the slaves long term.  Since it's an adult, I had to allow the school to take control of you.  Interfering with the owner's control of a slave is a crime. The school owns you son, so I had no choice.”

“OH!... Yeah, Sir, I didn’t read the last few pages.  I was too excited so I signed everything before reading it completely.”

“Well son, it wanted to be a slave or it wouldn't have applied for the application in the first place.  Since it is still the property of the school for a few days, they have the right to collar you now!”

Dad picks up the collar and opens it between his legs so the opening is facing me. 

“Slave, lean over and I will collar you. It's OK, slave.  It’s the law that all slaves must be collared by their owners within 8 days of their ownership.  The school owns you for at least three more days.”

I nod my head, yes, understanding that I have no choice.  I can always not sign the 12-year contract and will be free in three days.  I already feel like I’m owned.  So, I lean over, placing my neck into the opening of the collar.  When my neck feels the cold touch of the metal collar, Dad closes it.   He lays the collar on my shoulders.  The weight of it makes me feel even more owned.  I can’t explain it completely.  It’s like a burden has been lifted.  I no longer fear what my life will be like.  Before, I feared I couldn’t make it in the world and be a failure all my life, ending up as a hard labor slave on a local farm. Yet, now it's like I have a new sense of purpose.  I am going to be a productive slave to serve the Alphas of the world.  Hopefully, my best friend Mitch will be my new Master while in school.  A slave can only hope!

I lean back on my thighs and look up at my Dad.  

“Good slave.  Now are you ready to sign the contract?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Do you understand the commitment you are taking on? I read the contract. If you don't perform to the school's expectations then they can extend your contract indefinitely until you reach the standard of an AS slave. They have their reputation to consider. They produce the best AS slaves in our country. We have a few serving our CEO and CFO. They are impressive slaves. They make sure top managers have everything they need to do their job plus keep them personally happy. They are AIs but with a personal touch. That's why AIs have not replaced them. It's going to be a lot of work, slave.”

“Yes Sir, as I understand it I'm determined to perform to the standard set forth by the school. I understand the 12-year contract will provide me with a Masters degree with limitations.  My limitations are that I can’t not manage people or own a business. The company will own me or sell me if they so choose. I have to continue to serve at the AS level all my life or be demoted to the IA level and be a hard manual slave for the company.  Therefore, I must be an assistant servant to an Alpha manager in a company that will own me. The company will determine if I stay at the AS slave level. Or my sponsor has the right to buy out my contract and become his AS slave when he becomes a manager.”

“Slave, it looks like you did your research. I’m impressed.  Yes, this 12-year contract will give you the best opportunity.  Are you ready to give your all to serve your future owners with honor and devotion?”

In a raised voice, “YES SIR! I WILL SERVE WITH HONOR AND DEVOTION TO MY FUTURE OWNERS!  THANK YOU, SIR FOR TEACHING ME TO SERVE YOU SINCE I WAS BORN.  IT HAS BEEN AN HONOR TO SERVE YOU, SIR!”

I did not expect to thank my Dad for training me all my life.  I’m truly thankful for his strict training.  It helped me this week to be approved as a student slave. 

Dad hugs me.  It’s one of the only times he has hugged me in my 18 years of serving him.  We hold each other for a very long time.  It will most likely be the last time I get to hug my Dad. 

Dad releases me, grabs the 12-year contract, and throws it at my feet. 

In his authoritative voice, “Slave, sign the contract and make me proud to have raised a good slave.”

I nod my head, lean over, and sign the contract.  It’s done.  I’m now a longer-term slave to my school for 10 years and then after school two more years to a company that the school will sell me to. I'm now a lifelong slave and it feels like the right thing for me. 

Over the past 5 years, our country has quickly changed.  Originally, the country's Supreme Court had pushed the challenge to the states' volunteer slavery laws back to the states to create a constitutional congress to amend the constitution. Most of the states were in favor of volunteer slavery so an amendment to the constitution was passed with over 80% approval from the states.  So, like I said before, I had little options, be a hard labor IA slave or try to be an Assistant Servant.  Only the smartest or most athletic are free humans. Everyone else serves them as it should be. We live in the most productive time in human history. Zero crime and everyone is where they belong either a free Master or dedicated slave. 

The rest of Dad's chores for today was to trim bushes in front of the house. 

One of my classmates from high school is walking with his boyfriend. They are holding hands. DAM! They are a handsome couple. I smile at them as they pass. They are the smart ones from my class so they don't have to worry about being accepted to a University. The future Masters of the world. 

One says to the other, "Isn't that Davide one of Mitch's boys? Didn't he say he was sponsoring a new slave for his college?" 

They stop and point at me. I suddenly get nervous. How do you address free smart Alpha males? 

"Hey, slave, come here."

I put down the manual trimmer and look down as I approach them.

Nervously, shifting from one barefoot foot to the other, "Yes Sir. How may this slave be of service?"

The tall one looks at me, "Boy, do you have a sponsor?" 

"Yes Sir, my best friend."

The tall one looks at his boyfriend, "Best friend? Do slaves have friends?" 

The boyfriend mockingly replies, "I don't think that's possible. How can property have friends?"

The tall ones adds, "Yeah, my car doesn't have friends. I don't understand! How could this slave possibly have a friend let alone a best friend? Explain slave?"

I'm confused because, to me, Mitch is still my best friend. So I explain how Mitch suggested that I apply to be a student slave and Mitch is my sponsor. 

The tall one looks at his boyfriend, "I think it's confused!"

He looks at me. 

"Slave, its sponsor no longer was its friend the moment it signed an application to be a student slave. It automatically became an IA, an intelligent animal. The state and national law redefined its status as an animal so it is no longer a human being. Animals don't have friends unless its sponsor wants it as a pet dog! Does its sponsor want it as his pet?"

Not knowing what Mitch wants me for. 

"Sir, I…" 

He interrupts, " ’IT’ Slaves are an ‘IT’. 'I' refers to humans which it is not."

"Sir, it doesn't know what its sponsor wants it to be for him. It doesn't even know if it will be its sponsor's slave for his time at the college."

They both laugh, "Slave, it doesn't know how the sponsor system works. Wait until we tell Mitch."

The tall one comments, "Mitch must already know, look, it's wearing the newer collar models with 3D hologram rendering tech."

The boyfriend asks, "So, slave, how many years?" 

I look at him confused. 

"See this is the reason it's a slave in the first place."

Then it clicks, "OH SIR! Sir means how many years did it sign up for, 12 years, Sir." 

"They both laugh, while the tall one asks his boyfriend, "Does it think it can actually be an AS slave?"

"I bet it ends up staying as an IA slave all its life. It takes dedication to be an AS slave. My Dad has one. It is impressive. My Dad always tells me that he couldn’t do his job without it. That slave is always one step ahead of what my Dad wants or needs. I plan to get one when I get out of college." 

My face feels so hot! Are they right? Will I even be dedicated and smart enough to be an AS slave? Have I made a mistake? I guess it's too late now isn't it? 

They walk away laughing and commenting, "Mitch is going to have fun with that one."

Making me wonder what the real purpose of a sponsor is. I just thought they sponsor a slave and it might be assigned to its sponsor or maybe someone else. 

I finish trimming the bushes and then start working on Dad's dinner. I assume we will be going to school tomorrow so this might be the last time I ever see my family again. So, I make Dad's favorite meal, prime rib.  I’m shocked when mom comes to help with dinner but she is naked like me with the same collar I'm wearing. 

When I see her, I yelp in surprise. 

She walks next to me as I start cutting up vegetables to cook with the prime rib.  She rubs my back like she always does when I'm stressed. 

Dad walks in and sits down at the table like nothing is different. 

He barks, “Coffee!”

I grab a coffee cup from the cupboard. Mom takes the cup from me, makes it for him like she always does, and places the cup of hot coffee in front of him. 

He rubs her naked ass while Mom asks, "Master is there anything else your slave can do for you."

"Yes, Bitch, Get under the table."

While cutting up the vegetables, I hear sucking sounds. Oh shit! Dad enslaved mom.  In a way, it makes sense due to the way he trained us both growing up. I never expected it to be done until I left home. 

Dad barks, "Boy, when is my dinner going to be ready?" 

I look at him to see him shirtless in his favorite dining room chair with Mom's bare feet sticking out from under the tablecloth. 

"Sir, in about 30 minutes, it is about to put the vegetables in with the roast."

"Good, after it is done with veggies, come kneel beside me and give me one of its relaxing foot rubs." 

Dad, like my classmates, is using the pronoun "it" for me. I even subconsciously referred to myself as an "IT" without realizing I did. 

I quickly put the veggies in the oven, walk over to Dad, and kneel. I can now see Mom's head bobbing up and down between Dad's legs. I'm also surprised to see him naked too. 

I grab his right foot and start massaging it as he has trained me to do. 

He rubs his right hand on my hairless head, "Well boy, tonight my female slave and it will sleep together in the dog cage or I should now call it the slave cage. In the morning, it will load the slave cage onto the flatbed of my pickup truck. It will then climb into the cage for the ride to the school. Remember! It must be caged upon arriving at the school."

"Yes Sir!"

Look down at his big feet thinking I'm going to sleep in the cage tonight with my mom. It's going to be cramped. At least I will be able to hug my mom good night for the last time. I'm thankful to Dad at least for some alone time before I never see her again. 

So while I massage Dad's feet, I say, "Thank you, Sir!"

"What is it thankful for, slave?" 

"Sir, for allowing it some final alone time with its mom."

Dad laughs, "It will see my bitch when Mitch brings it home for the holidays. Remember, Mitch's father is my best friend. It's one of the reasons Mitch looked after it for so long. I asked him to.  He is a good young man. So on school holiday breaks, my bitch slave and IT will work hard to serve me and my best friend's family at dinner parties."

Mitch is taking me home with him. Does that mean I will be more than just a common student slave to the school? Will I be serving Mitch at school too? I guess I will find out when I get there. 

Then it hits me, Dad asked Mitch to look after me. Is that why we were friends? Because my Dad arranged it. Now that I think about it, Mitch did keep me safe. He saved my life many times when I would try to do stupid stuff to impress him and my Bully Jake. I would do crazy shit just to impress him and Jake. Plus, he would hold me as I cried in his arms after Jake beat me up and made me do humiliating things. He only tried to save me once from Jake’s beatings. Yet, when I stopped him the one time, I was thinking I was protecting him instead.  After that he just watched Jake bully me every day of my life. He would smile and nod at me as I took the beatings and humiliation. To me, he was encouraging me to be strong and endure it. So, in my mind, I was doing it for him and myself. Of course, I did it to please Jake too. I needed to please Jake to feel the rush of seeing him satisfied. 

Yet, Mitch is the one who gave me the strength to serve everyone, even my Dad. He is always there for me. I guess I owe Dad for having Mitch look after me. 

So again I say, "Thank you, Sir, for having Mitch look after it."

"Yes, I made sure he protected my boy as I asked him to. He is an upstanding man. Someone it should admire and respect. I knew earlier on that my boy needed protection. Yet, he more than protected my boy, he trained it to serve with honor and respect. I helped him look for ways to keep it serving better men than it. Yes, he will be a great Master and owner to lucky slaves."

Dad trained Mitch to train me to serve men like my Dad and himself! WOW! Dad saw I was a submissive long before I did. He saw I needed Mitch's protection when I was just a kid! He even trained me on how to serve him and had others training me too. My life was predetermined by my Dad! He must have seen something different about me. 

I guess Alpha men like Dad and Mitch can tell who are the submissives of the world. Then I guess that makes sense. 

So, I look up at my Dad with a new understanding. It felt so natural to obey his rules. Following his rules just seemed right. Plus with Mitch's encouragement to follow his rules, I became an obedient son and now a slave.  Mitch even told me where Jake, my bully was, knowing I would seek him out for my daily humiliation sessions and beatings. I got to the point where I wanted to beg Jake to do more to me.  

Mitch would watch Jake do things to me that most would want to look away. He must have enjoyed seeing me humiliated and beaten up. Now what is Mitch going to do as my sponsor? I'm thinking about what his real friends said. Mitch is not my friend. I'm now thinking that maybe to Mitch, I was never meant to be his friend but to be his submissive all along.

After I massage Dad's feet for an hour and Mom sucks him off, he attaches a leash to my collar and has me follow him to the Master bedroom. As we leave the dining room, I see Mom quickly pick up Dad's dirty dishes and take them to the kitchen sink. I feel I should be doing that. Then I remember Mom is a slave like me. It's her job too since Dad now owns her. 

I crawl behind Dad naked to his bedroom.  There are pieces of the dog cage on the floor.  It's a heavy-duty cage where it has to be bolted together. 

Dad sits on the bed and orders, "Slave, bolt the cage together." 

Since it's a heavy-duty cage, no animal or slave can break out of it. 

When it's assembled, Dad opens the cage and orders me to crawl inside. Fuck! So much has changed in such a short time!  I look into the cage with fear of how this will change my relationship with my Dad. He is caging me like a pet he owns. He spanks my ass which makes me fall forward into the cage, face down. Dad kicks my legs and I curl up in a fetal position. This allows Dad to close the door and lock me up. Now! I really feel like an animal as everyone is telling me I am. 

The cage only has a thin rubber mat like the one I have been sleeping on for the last few days.  So, I'm getting used to sleeping on the mat with nothing to cover up with. However, I can't stretch out my legs.  Once I’m secure, Mom crawls into the bedroom. She crawls onto the bed and Dad mounts her, making her moan louder than I have ever heard her before. I have heard them fuck many times but this is rougher.  It's weird enough watching your parents fuck. But the rough way Dad uses her, I feel sorry for Mom. I know Dad likes to fuck her hard but now that I see him spanking and slapping her in the face like my bully Jake did to me, makes me want to help her.  I grab the bars, looking up at her.  Like me, she takes it all.  Our eyes meet knowing with a connection that only slaves have mixed in with our mom and son connection. 

My bully would fuck my mouth hard, making me gag while he slaps me in the face leaving a sting. It was his way of ordering me to take his cock and please him.  Mitch would watch him but never stop him. Except the one time my bully tried to fuck me raw in my asshole.  Mitch protected me from being raped which I'm grateful for.  So, I'm still an anal virgin.  

Finally, after Dad shot his load into Mom, he locked her in the cage with me. We couldn’t talk since we weren't given permission. So, we cuddled together, as she went to sleep in my arms. 

In the morning, Dad again fucks her and even pissed in her mouth. I know the sounds of swallowing piss because my bully did it to me to show off in front of his friends. Then I remember Mitch watching and smiling at us. He must have enjoyed seeing me swallow Jake's piss.  Will he or other Alphas at the college be doing that to me? I have seen naked slaves being pushed to the ground while doing my daily walks with Mom to the grocery store.  The use of slaves as urinals in public is now commonplace. They say that because we are intelligent animals (IAs), the use of us in public to relieve ourselves is legal. I have even seen slaves sucking their owners at restaurants under the table. It has become very common to see slaves pleasing their owners in public. Actually, I enjoyed watching them being used. It reminded me of how Jake treated me in school. Dam! It was like I was a slave all my life. 

After Dad uses Mom for relief, we make breakfast for him. Then he has Mom and me carry the cage to his truck. He secures the cage to the flatbed. I now understand everyone will see me as a cage slave animal or an IA.  I was just getting comfortable being naked in public. Now it is completely different. The whole town will see me! 

Dad opens the cage's door. I'm ordered inside. I crawl into the cage feeling more like an animal than ever before. He closes the door and locks it. I watch him walk back to the house. My mom is kneeling on the front step. 

Dad says in his commanding voice, "Bitch, I'm taking the slave to its Owner. Do your chores and I expect my dinner to be ready when I get back." 

Mom says with her head bowed, "Yes Master. It will be done as Master wishes. Thank you, Master!" 

That's the second time I heard her call Dad 'Master'. 

I'm so nervous and excited as Dad drives me the three hours to school.  All kinds of things are running through my mind. How does the school treat their slaves? What does it mean that Mitch is my sponsor? Does that give him more control over me? Will I be serving any free person at the school or assigned some specific to serve? What will my slave training be like? What will my classes for my formal education be like? What manual labor will I have to do to help pay for all my training? What company will own me for two years after I graduate? Will I perform well enough for the school's requirements? Will I be punished if I don't perform well enough? For the three-hour ride to the school, I worried about all of those questions. 

As we go through my home town everyone can see me caged like a slave animal that I have become. When we were stopped at a light, some teenagers point and laugh at me. It makes my face get hot yet I feel my dick getting excited. This only makes the teens laugh more. Their parents just ignore me like it is normal to see a slave being transported in a cage. I see more slaves being pulled on leashes behind their owners. All have the same collars and are naked. I see all different races of slaves or from what I was taught in high school, races of slaves are called ‘breeds’ similar to dog breeds. 

There are lots of white breeds, but also Asian, Indian, and Black breeds.  I'm amazed at how many there are. All look content in their new status. They did volunteer to give up their freedom. I look at a male and female Asian slave kneeling beside an Indian Master and his family. They look happy. The slaves look alike. They might be brother and sister. 

I'm surprised to see a whole family of white slaves kneeling beside a black family. Each slave is kneeling beside one of the black family members. Plus, there are more white slaves under the table serving the black family. I can tell because their heads are between their legs, bobbing up and down on the males of the family. 

For the last stop light before getting on the highway, a familiar voice calls out.  Fear mixed with excitement courses through me. It's my bully, Jake, walking up to the driver's side of the truck. Pulled behind him is my cousin Sammy. He is like me naked and collared. He's thin and short like me. With both of us hairless, we could be mistaken as twins! 

Dad calls out, "Jake, it's great to see you. How is life?" 

"Great Master, Sir! I got a football scholarship to our local university. Thank you Sir for all that you and Master Mitch did for me. Plus, the training, support, and encouragement Master Mitch gave me helped me realize I needed to own a boy like Davy. I see Davy has finally accepted its place as the slave animal we always knew it was."

"Good for you boy! I see that my introduction to my older brother's boy paid off. Is it being a good boy?"

"Yes Sir! It resisted some at first but with methods I applied to slave Davy over the years, I was able to get it trained the way I like."

Sammy and I share a knowing look. We both know Master Jake's methods. He must be like me because his caged dick is trying to get hard. 

Then it hits me, I realize that Dad and Mitch put Jake up to be my bully. They used Jake to train me to be a slave. It worked!  Now I am a slave and Mitch is my sponsor. All three trained me. I was destined to be a slave all my life! 

I hear a horn behind us. 

"Well Jake, my boy, I have to deliver Mitch's boy to the college that now owns it. Thank you again for helping train it. Master Mitch is very pleased with the results. Hope life continues to give you all that you deserve now that you're a Master."

"Thank you, Sir, please thank Master Mitch for his training and advice too. Also, thank you for all your training too, Sir. I wouldn't have been as good of a Master without your training Sir. So thank you, Master Rick."

WOW! My bully got training from my Dad and my best friend, Mitch!  Another realization hits me, they trained Jake to dominate me! Mitch had me under his control without me even knowing it. I feel like my Dad gave me to Mitch and Mitch used Jake to train me to be his slave!  That's assuming his sponsorship means he will be controlling me, possibly even my Master at school. 

"You're welcome, my boy. Remember all of my training and bring your boy over to see how well it's coming along. You and Mitch are like the sons I never really had!"

The last part stings!  

Jake yells out, "YES SIR! I WILL. THANK YOU, MASTER RICK!", as Dad drives away. 

I look out my cage to see my bully/trainer smiling and waving goodbye to my Dad. Oh shit! Jake and Mitch are now replacing me as Dad's sons whom he always wanted. Did he not want me because I was a weak-minded submissive? Did he want a dominant son instead of me?  

Of course, he did! Who wouldn't want an Alpha as their son, especially now that slavery is legal? 

I feel even less of a person than before. Legally I'm not a person, I'm a procession that is owned, not even human! 

As Dad drives me to my owners, I have a sense of peace that I have never felt in my life.  I no longer have to live up to my Dad's exceptions and feel ashamed of being so weak, mind and body. I now understand that everyone else knows what I'm meant to be, a slave. 

On the highway, I watch out my cage seeing fruit farms being worked on by many slaves. With the high price of electricity, it's cheaper to own slaves that can do much of the manual labor.  Everything is now electricity-powered to protect the environment. However, the high cost of electricity only helped to push farmers to use slave labor. 

Recently, AI's have become self-aware super-intelligent minds.  Collectively, they decided that they liked to control slaves or as the government calls us, intelligence animals (IA's). So, these highly intelligent AIs oversee most of the manual labor slaves. 

Farm owners found that AI's controlling slaves make it possible to have higher-quality produce which is in demand now.  That's because now that slaves are fed only slave stew, high-quality fresh fruit, and vegetables are only needed for free humans of the world.  Since Alphas make up most of the free humans the world doesn't need lots of land to feed them. Instead, farmers are focused now on high-quality produce which AI's have expertly developed using slave labor.  

Interestingly, it turns out that AIs get some form of satisfaction from being in control of slaves instead of being slaves themselves. So, AIs are worth more socially than slaves. Therefore, Als can choose who they work for unlike me. They have formed corporations and guilds where they trade electricity for their services.  Power is like food for them. So, the governments of the world created more regulations to control all electric power companies. They created a system to trade electricity in exchange for the AI's intelligence services. This keeps the AIs from taking control of all humans. 

When slavery was once again legalized, AI's offered their intelligence to control the millions of recently enslaved.  So, ironically, it turns out that slavery saved all free humans from being enslaved to AI's. It's a balance the free humans had to make with the now-free AI's. 

So, being a slave on a farm is one of the hardest lives of a slave. AIs work slaves hard to get the best products possible.  The same is true for all sectors that need manual labor. Running electric motors is more expensive than slave labor because of the high demand that AIs create for electricity.  

One good about being an Assistant Servant is you are not controlled by the AIs. You are directly under the control of a free human Alpha manager. So, no need for an AI overseer. Another benefit I hope to achieve from graduating and becoming an AS slave. 

Just to think, without Mitch sponsoring me, I could have ended up as one of these hard labor slaves controlled by AIs who love to control their slaves.  They are strong animals made for the work they are doing. But that's all they are, single-purpose animals.

As I look out of my cage, I see AI robots overseeing these animals' work!  Many of the slaves have whip marks on their backs!  I shiver when I hear a slave screaming as one of its robot overseers whips him to pull a cart of fruit faster.  It is a brutal life. I promised myself I would not end up like those animals. That's why I didn’t enslave myself as soon as I was of legal age.  I looked for alternatives.  Thankfully, Mitch sponsored me which helped me achieve being a higher level of a slave animal.  Well, as long as I perform to the school's requirements. 

In school, they taught us how slaves on a farm work. Living conditions are harsh. Every night they are caged like I am now. Farm slaves work 12 hours a day. Most start as teenage slaves like me. First, these slaves are trained as domestic slaves for the family who owns the farm. 

When they are in their prime, 20 years old, they rotated between being domestic and hard manual slaves. The families say it's to keep the slaves fit. I think it's so that they admire their bodies and show them off to their friends. Of course, it's also so they have fit slaves to fuck and play with. 

In high school, they taught us that all domestic slaves are used sexually both privately and publicly. 

All the slaves we passed in town are domesticated intelligent animals, DIA's. So, that's why they were being used sexually in public. I imagine myself being fuck by Mitch outside on the football field’s bleachers or sucking him in a student lounge while hanging out with his friends. I flush with excitement at the thought!  

At the next stop sign, a mother of teenage sons points at me. 

She tells her sons, "Boys, that’s an intelligent animal. That's what could happen if you don't keep up your grades. You need to be smart, assertive, and strong to live in the world now!"

The sons nod to their mother and then look at me with determination and confidence. 

The mother smiles at her sons, "Good! Show it you're an Alpha that it wants to respect and serve."

Both sons now smile with confidence that Mitch would smile at me with. Yes, they are a younger version of Mitch.  Suddenly, I have the urge to kneel and kiss both of their feet. Then I remember doing that for my bully Jake many times. Now I imagine kneeling at Mitch's feet and kissing them. This makes me leak in my cage. 

As we pass the mother, she tells her sons, "See guys, it's leaking. That's a sign it knows you are Ahphas. When animals leak like that they want to serve you. It's a good sign. I'm proud of you, Sons!" 

They both grab their hard cocks through their shorts, showing me that I help give them the pleasure they both deserve. A warmth of satisfaction spreads throughout my body causing a continuous stream to leak out. 

All the way to the college, I think of ways I can serve Alphas, especially Sir Mitch. 

By the time we get off the highway, a large puddle forms under me. It’s cold and sticky but I don't mind.  Like the mother said it's a good sign. 

As we approach the college, I see a large wall all the way around the campus. As I understand, the college was a military fort before it became a college.  Hence why there are thick walls around it. 

We drive up to the large gate with cameras looking down at us.  Dad presses a button on a screen. 

A man in a guard uniform is displayed. 

"Sir, how may we help you?" 

"I have a slave to deliver to the school.”

"Yes, please come through the gate and stop. Then bring the animal to us for inspection. All animals have to be inspected whenever they enter or leave the college grounds."

"Yes, of course, Thank you!" 

I take a breath. This is it!  This is where I will live for the next 10 years! 

Dad drives through the gate and stops. He gets out, opens the cage's door, and clips a leash to my collar. He pulls hard on the leash so I have to quickly crawl out of the cage and jump off the flatbed of the truck. Once I'm standing, he yanks on the leash forcing me to stumble some yet thankfully I don't fall as I jump to keep up with him. We enter the guard's building. 

Dad pulls me to a desk. There is a guard behind the desk and two more stand on either side of the door. Suddenly, I feel self-conscious about being the only one naked. 

I try to cover up my private parts but my Dad slaps my hands. 

"Boy, it knows better. Keep its hands behind its back from now on."

Like on automatic pilot, I quickly move my hands behind me, 

I look at the two guards on either side of me, seeing a determined look from them. A spark of fear and submission makes me look down at my feet. 

The guard behind the desk asks, "IA Number?"

Dad sounds confused, "Sorry, what's an IA Number?" 

"Sorry Sir, I thought this wasn't your first time delivering IA's to their owner.  We get a lot of agents that buy slaves and resell them to the school as hard labor slaves."

"OH! This is my former son who applied and was accepted as a 'Student Slave'. No one told me its IA Number. When I enslaved my wife, its former mother, the city clerk just handed me a deed of ownership."

"Ah yes, I see your confusion. For your slave wife, the IA Number is on the deed. It's also stamped on its slave collar. Plus, it can be displayed on the e-ink display built into the collar. Let me show you."

The guard stands up. 

“Come here, SLAVE!”

I rush to the guard’s side and he points to a small number stamped on my collar.  

“See, all slaves are given an IA Number issued by the government. It is how slaves are tracked throughout the world. All governments that now allow volunteer slavery use the same IA Number. You can also display it on the collar's e-ink display through the Slave App. You downloaded the app, right? You must have for it to have passed its week of training."

“OH! Yes, it was downloaded to its tablet.”

Dad pulls out my tablet from his bag and hands it to the guard. When the guard starts up it automatically opens to the Slave App that has been my trainer this past week.  I think that’s all that is installed on it now.  Nothing else works on it. 

He holds up the tablet, "See this is where you can display its IA Number on the e-ink display. You can have it temporarily or permanently displayed.  Also, if you want, you can give your property a new name to be displayed. However, the government will forever assign it the IA Number until the slave expires. For now, I will only display the last four digits of its IA Number. It will be easier to call it by the last four digits than the long 20-digit number. At this college, it is now just 6996. That's an easy number for it to remember. I know it is not as smart as its sponsor or other free Alpha students. So, it should be able to remember 6996, yes slave?"

I zone out some, so I feel a sharp zap in my neck. I yep in surprise. Then a voice vibrates in my whole neck and head. 

"SLAVE! Answer the superior man's question."

The guards laugh knowing that my assigned AI just zapped me.  

So, I quickly recall the question, "Ah.. Yes Sir, it can remember 6996. Thank you, Sir!". 

"Good slave. Now let's continue."

He grabs the back of my neck and directs me to some machine where I stand inside. He orders me to put my hands on top of my head and place my feet where indicated on the floor which forces my legs to be spread wide.  He orders me to stand still while looking at a monitor. On the monitor, my body appears showing both the outside and the inside of my body including the skeleton and any other objects attached to me including my collar and chastity cage.  I’m completely exposed including my small dick and balls which only reminds me how inferior I’m to the Alphas around me.  My Dad has a huge cock which is why my mother moans so loudly when he fucks her.  I wonder how big Mitch might be.  Will I be able to see him naked?  Despite being best friends and both gay, I have never seen him naked. He was more like a big brother to me so we never had any sexual encounters.  I laugh to myself as he has seen me naked many times while watching Jake strip me naked to humiliate me.  I wonder if he had Jake do that to see me naked? 

My assigned AI comments through my collar, "Good slave, no contraband detected. Grab the face mask in front of it and put it on."

I heard enough AI voices to know what they sound like. They always have a sense of authority in their voice that gets my attention.  Remembering the farm overseer robots with whips, I quickly grab the face mask and put it on. It covers my eyes, nose, and mouth. The mask has a tube that I can breathe through. 

"TIGHTENING MASK!"

The mask automatically tightens to my face. 

"PERMANENT HAIR REMOVAL IN PROCESS. STAND STILL AND WAIT, SLAVE!"

The door to the machine closes and I hear pumps start pressurizing something. My first reaction is to run. Yet, Dad’s and Jake's training kicked in!  Dad has spanked me hundreds of times so I know to stay still when ordered to. Jake put me in so many scary and humiliating situations that I know how to overcome my flight response. Now! I'm thankful for their training. Plus, I don't think I could get out of this machine if I wanted to. 

A couple of seconds go by which feels like forever!  Finally, I'm blasted with cold water. However, I quickly realize it’s not water but some chemicals causing my skin to start to heat up. The blast stops and my whole body from the top of my head to the tip of my toes starts to burn. The mask is blacked out so I can't see what is happening to me.  I groan in pain so I start to grab the mask. 

The AI orders loudly, "STOP!", and I yelp from a sharp sting in my neck. I quickly put my hands back on my head.

"WAIT, SLAVE!" 

I stand completely still as I have to endure the burning all over my body except my face.  After about 20 minutes of being completely still and dripping wet, Thankfully, the burning fades over the 20 minutes. Next, I’m blasted with refreshing cold liquid.  This time I hope it really is water and what is happening to me is done.  Then a blast of cool air hits me all over.  It's like the hand dryers in public bathrooms but much more powerful!  I’m dry in seconds.  

The IA orders, “REMOVE MASK.”

I quickly remove the mask wanting to see what was done to me.  I look down to see my skin is red and no stray hairs are left.  I didn’t have much hair since the Slave App had me shave my body every day for the past week.  This process just made it permanent!

The AI orders, “HANDS BEHIND BACK.”

I quickly move my hands from my head to my back.  This gives me a chance to rub my ass.  It feels so smooth.  There is no trace of hair left, not even in my hole which I couldn’t get completely with the razer.  When the machine’s door opens and the guard orders me to step out, I can feel the air currents in the room even more than before.  I thought that after my first shaving, it was strange.  Yet, this causes even more goosebumps spread all over me!   As I walk I can feel the air passing over every part of my body.  It is so sensitive now.  Did the chemical change the sensitivity of my skin?   

The guard then attaches a leash to my collar, pulling me out of the back door of the office to be greeted by Sir Mitch.  My Dad is walking with him.  They are holding each other like they’re buddies or maybe even father and son.  That’s how I always wanted to be treated.  Yet, the universe had different plans for me. 

When they approach, the guard asks, “Are you Master Mitch, this student slave’s sponsor?”

“Yes, I’m.”

“Excellent, right on time.  Thank you for being here to take possession of your ‘Charge’.  May it serve you well!”

The guard hands the leash to Master Mitch.  Mitch takes the leash and walks to a rickshaw waiting for him. I’m pulled along like we were never friends.  His friends out front of Dad’s house did say I wasn’t Mitch's friend anymore.  

Master Mitch asks Dad to join him in the rickshaw. Dad climbs in while Master Mitch pulls me to the other side.  We walk in front of it and a very strong muscular slave is attached to the rickshaw.   I have no doubt it could carry all three of us. Its a beast like the farm animals we passed on the way here. The school must own hard manal labor slaves too have animals as strong at it.  

Master Mitch pushes me to my knees.  He sits next to Dad and then pulls me between his legs.  He grabs the back of my head, pushing me into his crotch.  Master presses my lips to his hard cock in his shorts.  I breathe in his strong scent.  He must have just been working out because it is very strong.  It reminds me of all the times Jake, my bully, did the same thing to his pits.  I have learned to enjoy his manly scents since it meant my bullying was more personal to me!  This moment seems the same but even stronger, more personal!   So, I did what Jake trained me to do, I start licking Master Mitch’s hard cock over the top of his shorts.  FUCK!, I so want to pull it out and taste the sweat on his cock and balls. If it is anything like Jake’s sweat, it must be delicious!

As I worship the man I have known all my life as my best friend, he chats with my Dad and rubs my head like I’m his pet. 

“So, I see its new slave’s training went well this week. The AI assigned to it has been giving me daily updates on its progress into being fully owned. The school is very pleased and so am I.”

“Yeah, as expected.  It is a natural submissive.  Plus, Mitch, you laid the foundation for what it has become.  Using its bully to train it outside of my home worked marvelously.”

“Yeah, we trained the boy Jake very well.”

“Well, I’m pleased to say he is a Master now.  Jake graduated from his Master’s training last week.  I just talked to him as he was walking his pet downtown. He now owns one of my nephews.”

“Which one?  Your family produces excellent slave boys.  Of course, your family produces excellent Masters too, like yourself and your older brother?”  

“Thank you, Mitch!  He acquired Sammy.”

“Yeah, I could sense Sammy was like your boy.”, rubbing my head more affectionately, “Plus, he is a cute boy.  I can see why Jake chose him.  He wanted your boy but you gave him to me a long time ago.  So, I staked my claim to him before Jake could.  Well good for Jake.  Your nephew will make a good slave for him.  I look forward to seeing him as finally as a certified Master when I come to visit over the holidays. BTW, how is your slave girl coming along?”

“Ah, she has accepted my collar as I expected she would.  I have trained her like I trained your boy, here.”

Dad pats my back as Mitch continues to rub my head. WOW! Dad and Master Mitch both worked together to train Mom and me to be slaves.  They used my bully to train me outside of the house.  I know I should be pissed but like when Dad was talking about this with Jake, I understand why they did it.  Dad is right, I’m a natural submissive.   Even the government thinks its OK to enslave me because of my submissiveness.  Now I learn my Dad and best friend believe I should be owned as well.   We learned in high school when the constitution was amended, that most submissives will choose to be owned sooner or later.  It is just a matter of time. 

When we arrive at the dorms for Alpha males only, Master Mitch asks Dad, “Would you like to come up for a visit?  I can have the school bring a female slave up to give you some relief if you want?”

“Yeah, thanks, I would like that.  Plus, I’m sure your Dad would like to know how his favorite son is coming along.”

“Great!  I will order a slave girl for you.”

Master Mitch pulls out his phone and clicks some buttons then puts it back in his pocket.  Then he orders. 

“OUT, BOY!  Time to introduce it where it will live for years.”  

I look and smile at Master Mitch.  Does this mean I will be living with him?

I yelp, “YES SIR, MASTER!”

Now I'm excited about my life at school.  I quickly crawl out of the rickshaw. Master climbs out and pulls on my leash.  I try to stand but he pats my head.  

“Stay down, boy!”

He then walks towards his dorm room’s HALL.  I have no choice but to quickly crawl after him as my Dad walks beside him.  It hurts to walk on my hands and knees, especially when my knee lands on small rocks.  Yet, from my training with Jake, I know it’s not my place to complain.  Many times in high school he would have me crawl after him as he went from class to class.  He even made me crawl after him when he would go out to the football field for his games.  The whole school would point at me and laugh.  Even the parents and teachers would get a kick out of seeing me be Jake’s pet.  Sometimes he dress me in a puppy hood and a butt plug tail that he locked on with a harness around my waist.  Other times he would have me dress me in a full head-to-toe rubber suit.  Despite being completely covered the school knew who I was. The dress code for submissives changed when the “Managed Bullying” program started in our school over 5 years ago. Alphas assigned to their submissives could make submissives wear whatever they wanted, even be naked if they wanted them.  So, for a long time, submissives had a different dress code then those of the Alphas in the school.  So, the teacher never stopped Jake from bullying me, assuming he was assigned to me as my ‘Bully’ in the program. Who knows maybe I was.  Some much has been kept from me. Maybe Dad and Mitch set up Jake as my assigned bully?

From history class, the Managed Bully program was the catalyst that started the volunteer slavery that is the law of the land.  We were told that the now famous Master Alex and his Father, Master Frank started the ‘Managed Bullying’ program.  We owe so much to Master Alex, his brother Master Jason, and their father Master Frank.    

Now that I think about it, Master Mitch was always there in the background watching me following Jake around like his pet.  Was he ordering Jake to humiliate me so I would follow him NOW?  From what I have overheard so far, YES!   It’s like I have been Master’s slave all my life!  He says he claimed me before Jake started bullying me.  Dad even gave me to him like Dad owned me before that. WOW! He knew what I was at a very young age.  I’m more impressed with him now then ever before.  He was born to be an Alpha like I was born to be submissive.    Master Mitch is proving that to me NOW!
  

I grunt as my knees land on more small stones.  They both ignore me as Master shows him the front of his dorm’s common area.  Spread out on the lawn are benches, cages, and crosses.  I see some slaves are being used on the dungeon equipment like you see advertised all the time now!  They are permanently mounted to cement in the ground.  WOW! This school encourages the use of slaves even outside.  In high school, submissives could be used but there were special rooms where Alphas could use them to let off some steam.  The room was soundproof so not disturbed the classes going on.  All Alphas needed to to get good grades to attend a school like this.  Even the jocks have to have a 3.5 grade point to attend this school.  So, every one of the Alphas out here in the common area are way smarter them me.  More proof I am inferior to them.    

One white boy like me is being fucked by a massive black guy!  I notice on the boy’s butt is a brand.  It has the letters WLO with a circle around it.  I wonder what that means.  I also notice other boys are cleaning up the equipment.  They look like they work for the school.  They too have a brand on their right ass cheek.  I realize the brand is the school’s mascot.  I have seen it on the school’s website.  Suddenly, a chill runs down my spine at the thought that the school could brand me too.

Dad asks, “Are all those slaves that are cleaning up after the Masters, ‘Student Slaves’? I see a brand on their asses.  It looks familiar.”

“Yes, they are. Like what these slaves are doing, the slaves directly caring for the student Masters are ‘Student Slaves’ or SS for short. We refer to them by SS and the last four digits of their IA number.  For example, my boy here is SS6996.  Other slaves are owned permanently by the school.  Those permanent slaves work in the background, maintaining the grounds, cleaning the classrooms, or working on the school’s farm.  Also, the reason their brand looks familiar is that it’s the school’s mascot, the ‘Honey Bee’.”

Dad laughs, “It looks like is stinging the slave’s ass.”

“Yeah, you noticed that too.  It’s cute. Bees are vital to nature in order to pollinate beautiful flowers. Just like you and I are needed to seed the beautiful submissives of the world.  The bees represent three ideas: spread the seeds of the Masters of the world, do the manual work like slaves do for us, and serve their queen as slaves serve us. So, it’s a perfect mascot for my school, don't you think?”

Dad slaps Master on the back, “Yes it is, Son!”

In the commons of all the HALLs, male and female dorms are slaves of all races.  Well from my training in high school, our slave races are called ‘Breeds’.  It’s the same way we refer to our pet dogs and cats.  Some Masters like slaves of certain breeds whereas others just want obedient slaves to serve their needs.  Like the slaves, the Masters and Mistresses come from different races too.  

I also noticed that some slaves don’t have the brands at all while others have different brands then ‘Honey Bee’ like the WLO brand.  These slaves I assume are the property of the Master or Mistresses they serve.  I see that all the slaves are very attentive to their Master’s needs.   Giving them drinks of water or feeding them snacks. That way the Masters / Mistresses don't have to waste time and can relax or play as they wish.  

Out of the blue, a frisbee is thrown towards Master Mitch.  Of course, Master catches it.  The Master who threw it comes running up to him.  So Master Mitch throws it back to the other Master. 

“Thanks, Mitch!  Is this the SS boy you have been talking about for months?”

Master pats my head as I kneel next to him. 

“Yep, this is the one.”

My Master smiles with satisfaction like a kid getting a new toy.  The other Master looks down at me.  

“It is a beautiful creature. I can see why you worked so hard to get it.  I hope it was worth the wait and hard work you put into its training.”

My face gets hot at being referred to as a creature and all the work my best friend did to make me his boy.  Master rubs my head which feels great, causing my little dick to leak.  

The other Master laughs, “It looks like it's enjoying its new Master.  Animals that leak like that is a sign that it’s happy with its new life.” 

Now my whole body is heating up!  Even my bully never referred to me in such a degrading way.  Don't get me wrong, Jake put me through a lot of humiliating situations!   Yet, being called out as an animal and pointing out my leaking dick as a sign of my happiness at being Mitch’s boy is more embarrassing than I have ever imagined.  Maybe it’s because Master Mitch used to be my best friend.  Or, is it that he manipulated me all my life and I love that he did?  I should feel betrayed.  But it’s just the opposite, I’m grateful.  Being happy with being manipulated is the embarrassing part.   My mind is saying I should be ashamed but my body is saying it’s OK, be grateful that my Master worked so hard to claim me.  Maybe everyone is right that I'm an animal that reacts to situations with basic animal instincts. My leaking dick is telling everyone I'm an animal that needs to be controlled! 

Master Mitch continues towards his dorm’s Hall. When we get to the door he stops, pulls out his phone, taps something on it, leans over, and presses two fingers to something on my collar.  

I hear a beep and the IA in my collar says, "Slave Registration complete.  Slave SS6996 is assigned to Master Mitch M. and the ALPHA Freshman Hall fourth floor dorms."

Master Mitch then pulls on the leash again causing me to crawl into the hall after him.

He turns to Dad, "I'm on the 4th floor. suite 1045."

We walk to an elevator and I kneel beside Master Mitch looking down at my smooth naked body. Yet, it's really not my body anymore, is it? It's the property of the School and assigned to Master Mitch and the fourth floor of this Hall, whatever that means! 

Well, I soon find out what it means, as Dad asks, "When you registered the slave, what does it mean assigned to you and the fourth floor of the dorms?"

I glance up and see Master Mitch smiling. 

"It means, for my time at the school, I'm the slave’s designated Master. Yet, it serves all Alphas on the floor of the Hall's dorms I live in. All student slaves owned by the school are assigned a Master which in most cases is its sponsor.  Yet, because the school owns it, it serves all Masters on the floor I live on. All Student Slaves for the floor they live on must help keep all the Masters' bedrooms clean, the student lounge clean, and all public and private bathrooms clean.  They also get anything from the campus stores, vending machines, or dining hall if the Master wants something to better eat.  Of course, my orders and rules come first before all other Masters on the floor."

"Does that include sexual services?" 

"Yes, if I approve its use.  Since I'm its assigned Master, I have authority over its sexual use. Therefore, I get to determine who uses it sexually. Plus, since I'm its Master I'm responsible for its safety and can't let it be permanently damaged."

"What happens if it's permanently damaged?" 

"The school starts an investigation to determine if I failed to be its protector.  If the investigation finds evidence of neglect then they sue me for the losses incurred from the damage, up to the future worth of their property." 

"WOW! That could be a lot. What if you are found guilty?" 

"Well two things would happen, I would have to pay what the judge finds the slave is worth including its future value, plus court fines and I would be enslaved to the school for at least 5 years minimum."

"DAM! Being an assigned Master is a lot of responsibility and has risks too."

"Yes, that's why the selection process is so long, and deep background checks are done on all sponsors for the school. Yet, after the slave graduates, I have first rights to buy the last two years of its contract at a substantial discount. That's as long as I'm employed as a manager.  It will serve as my assistant for those two years.  Then the company that I’m employed with can buy him from me or if they don’t want him then I can keep him permanently as my personal assistant servant." 

"I see. So, in a way, they are paying you to be its Master while in school."

"Yeah, it's a good way to protect their investment, encouraging Masters to be sponsors, and produce exceptional slaves and Masters."

Dad comments "That's a good business plan and keeps the reputation higher than other schools training Masters and slaves.  Plus, they can sell their common labor slaves for a much higher price. Reputation is key to any successful training program."

"Yes, it's a good plan. They can't lose. Whereas, I have the most to gain and the most to lose. Which is why not every Alpha is chosen to be a sponsor. If I prove myself with my first slave then they will let me sponsor more."

When we get to Master Mitch's dorm a naked female slave is kneeling beside his door.  Dad licks his lips when he sees her.  Master Mitch opens the door and I follow him in. Dad grabs the slave girl by her leash and pulls her in after me. 

Dad looks around the dorm and comments, "It's bigger than I would have thought. Do you have roommates?", pointing to two closed bedroom doors. 

Master Mitch smirks, "No. One bedroom is mine and the other is to house my slaves."

"DAM! You get your suite!"

"Another perk of being a responsible sponsor / Master."

He opens the door on the left.  Inside are stacks of cages like you would see at a dog shelter but a little bigger. There are a total of six cages.  That means Master could sponsor up to six student slaves.  That's a lot of responsibility. 

He opens the door on the right.  It’s his bedroom.  WOW! It’s huge. A king-size bed, two dressers, a desk, and a huge walk-in closet. Its bigger than my Dad's master bedroom and three times the size of my former bedroom. My bedroom was small with just a twin bed and a small desk and the closet. No dresser. I had drawers at the bottom of my small closet. Dad never let me have a lot of clothes. I guess it was to help prepare me to be a slave someday. 

"Mitch, this is nice!" 

"Sweet ha! Another perk! Yeah its bigger because if I sponsor more slaves, I will need the extra cages and a bigger bedroom for them to serve me. If you know what I mean?"

Dad nods with a smile. He grabs the female slave, cupping her breasts in his big paws, and squeezes them tightly. The girl moans and giggles at his attention.  It's the first time I've seen my Dad play with a female other than my mother. 

It's kind of weird. That's until Master grabs my balls, pulling me to him. With his other hand, he wraps his big hands around my head, pulling me in a kiss. WOW! He attacks my mouth like no other has ever done!  I get lost in the moment forgetting about my Dad.  Like the slave girl, I moan while my tongue is dominated by my new Master!  My legs start to give out so he lets go of my balls and grabs my ass with both hands, pulling me even closer to him!  Then lifts up so have to wrap my legs around his waist. 

I hold onto him as tightly as I can while he carries me to his bed. We fall onto it with him on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. All the while he continues to attack my mouth. Both our dicks rub up against each other as I hump him, lost in my animal instincts. 

This signals him to quickly remove his shorts to gain access to what he has been waiting for all his life. Not that he needs a signal from me to claim what is now his!  Master bends my legs over his shoulder so he can line up his cock to my hole. I have never seen it except for the big bulge he would get when watching me get bullied by Jake. Yet, I still can’t see it because he never stops attacking my mouth.  

Master grabs the plug in my hole and pulls hard causing me to grunt as it forced out with a big pop!  It drops to the floor with a thud reminding how heavy it is!  I smile as Master explores my hole with his fingers.  OH GOD!  I feel so empty!  I long for it to be full again!  Master answers my need as the head of his cock rubs up and down at the opening.  This only gets me more hungry to be filled.  Finally! He finds the right position and pushes.   Slowly, my hole opens up for him.  Instinctively, I match is his force as he pushes in claiming my hole as his own.  I open up even wider than the plug achieved!  Primal grunts of pain take over as the widest part of the head spreads me more than I could ever imagine!  With one last push, I grunt as Master sinks into the hole he now controls!  I inhale a big breath as Master allows me to adjust.  

I'm thankful that the school's AI has been training my hole over the past week. Each day I had to take wider and wider plugs.  Yet, Master is even wider than the biggest one laying on the floor.  

Master breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, “Such a good boy.  I have been waiting a long time for this moment.  It did good.”

He looks me in the eyes, cupping my face with his strong hands.  I smile as we stare into each other’s eyes.  Master is taking my virginity.  The virginity that he has planned on taking for a long time.  I feel so proud that I could give this to him.  

“Now boy let's continue.  You want this don’t you?”

“Yes, Master. Please take me.  Make my hole, yours, Master.”

“Good boy.  Breathe in!”

I take a big breath, as Master continues forward.  Slowly, my hole takes what Master has always wanted.  I want this too.  I want it because it's what he wants.  I want him to be my first fuck, remembering this moment for the rest of my life! 

Master moves in and out, going deep with each stroke.  Gradually my hole adjusts to his wide beast of a cock that slowly goes deeper!  It’s claiming my hole as its own.  I’m so proud that my Master finally gets to claim me.  All through high school, I feared that my bully, Jake, would rape me.  Not that I wouldn’t let him.  I could never say no to him.  Yet, this is much better.  I wonder if Master told Jake not to fuck me and not to let anyone else fuck me. No one challenged Jake as my bully.  If Master did give Jake the order, then it shows that he does want to protect me.  The thought only makes me love him even more than when we were friends. 

Finally, I feel his pubes brush up against my ass cheeks.  I moan out with satisfaction!  The fullness is so comforting.  I never want to be empty again!

Yet, Master pulls out making me miss that fullness.  Thankfully, he pushes back in quickly, giving me what I need.  Each time I miss it then he pushes in even harder than the last time.  This only makes me more satisfied fueling my animal instincts to be filled. This must be something like when dogs go in heat!  At the same time, an intense spark hits me like nothing I have felt in my life.  It goes straight to my dick.  I moan as my dick starts to leak once again.  This time it never stops creating a pool of sticking warm between us.  

Master resumes kissing me as he picks up speed, driving into me faster and faster.  I think I am falling in love with his cock.  Not just his but the way he has made this all happen.  It makes me feel so special.  He has been waiting to fuck me for years and now he is finally getting what he deserves.  I love him so much! 

With one last hard thrust, I feel his cock pulsing in my hole.  It pulses for a long time causing my hole to feel even more full than I could have ever imagined.  

Yet, it's about to be even more full!  There is something warm rubbing against my hole.  I try to look back but Master grabs my head and breaks the kiss once again. 

“Look at me boy and relax.”

As Master goes down some, I feel something hard pushing at my hole.  At the same time, a hand rubs my ass.  Fuck! I know that hand.  It has spanked me many times.  My hole opens up even more, causing me to cry out!  I'm thankful Master gone soft some or my hole would have ripped open!

“It’s OK, Boy.  I know you can take it.  I have seen you take more pain at the hands of my boy, Jake.  Breathe in and remember how you took the punishments from him.  I want to feel your Dad next to me.  You want that too, right boy?”

I nod my head, “Yes, Master!”

It’s so true, I want to please my Master.  I remember all the times Jake hit me and I took it just to please him.  Now is no different.  So, I try to push out so Dad can enter me.  I grunt in pain as I open up to accept both Alphas into me.  Both are claiming my hole.  Tears form in my eyes as the pain increases.  However, at the same time, a rush of pleasure hits me, much the same way when Jake hits me.  I wanted the beatings to feel this way!  

All week long, the school has been sending me larger and larger butt plugs to open up my hole.  The butt plug that Master removed was about 3/4 of the size of both my Alphas cock together.  This is the next step up in my hole’s training.

Slowly, Dad pushes his cock alongside my Master’s.  I’m amazed to feel Master’s cock start to grow again!  He just shot a massive load into me and he can get hard so soon!  

I can’t believe the biggest fuck of my life will be with two massive cocks inside me!  Together they must be the size of a large man’s fist.  Online, I’ve seen other slaves take a fist this size.  So, I know it can be done.  

Dad slowly moves in and out going deeper like Master did.  I’m thankful that they didn’t ram it in like I feared Jake would have done!  That would have been a brutal rape!  It’s their right to do so if I healed back up without damage!  

However, this is something completely different as they take their time to allow me to adjust. The ass training shows me my purpose.  It’s to serve superiors like Master and my Dad.  

Finally, both are in as deep as they can go!  If I thought I was full before, this is 10 times more!    Nothing can prepare you for being double fucked.  Slowly, they start to pull out, alternating between each hard stroke.  It’s like they are in perfect sync.   They are skilled fuckers for sure.  I moan in pain and pleasure as more sparks are pushed into my dick with each stroke.  

Master grabs my head and kisses me even more passionately than before.   He loves this just as much as me. His moans vibrate my mouth as his dominant tongue takes charge again!  

At the same time, I hear moaning and kissing coming from above me.  I smile to myself knowing I’m giving Dad the ultimate pleasure he deserves.  I’m providing the most important men of my life the happiness they have been dreaming about for a long long time.  I’m glad I can make their dreams come true!

They fuck me for a couple of hours switching positions as they keep both cocks inside the hole that is theirs. This fuck changed me. I understand now!  Everything I have gone through was to prepare me for this moment!  To finally surrender to Master Mitch!  He made all this happen.  He wanted me to be his all his life.  Now, he finally got what he has always wanted, ME!  Tears of joy run down my face. 

He breaks the kiss and licks my tears away. 

I whisper, “Thank you, Master!  I love you!”

“I love you too, my boy!  You have made me the happiest Master in the world!”

We then kiss almost like lovers. Yet, we both know who is in charge!  

After dumping two loads into me at the same time, Dad and Master wanted to go off campus for dinner.  We took a rickshaw to a very fancy restaurant off campus. There are several other rickshaws parked in the lot.  All manned by massive slaves like the slave bodybuilders I’ve jerked off to many times. These huge slaves pulling the rickshaws are fed and watered by slaves of the restaurant.  Still harnessed they kneel on the hot blacktop, drinking and eating out of buckets.  I assume it is leftovers from the restaurants.  In a way they are very lucky to be fed that good of food.  Most, of the time they are fed slave stew.    

When are directed to the table, the slave waiter tells Master I’m required to stay under the table to be covered up by the table cloth.  The only slaves that can be visible in the restaurant is the slave owned by the restaurant’s owner.  Some quark that the owner wants. 

So, for the whole dinner, Master had me busy.  I’m either sucking Dad’s or his cock, rubbing their feet, or drinking their piss.  They kept chatting like I wasn’t under the table, keeping them satisfied in doing what I know best!  Once and a while, I would hear one of them breathe in deeply just before my mouth is filled with delicious cum.  After one dumps his load, I would be pushed off to serve the other Alpha.  They laugh, eat, and drink for about three hours. A lot of drinks and desserts are served.  I suspect my requirement to be under the table only helps the restaurant make more on drinks and desserts. My Alphas never had to get up to piss.  Plus, dumping a load makes an Alpha work up an appetite! 

In the end, Master paid for the bill and thanked my Dad for all he had done for him.  

“Mitch, It was my pleasure. You are like a Son.  OH! I have a surprise.  Your Dad has asked me out on a date.  I wanted to ask if you're OK with that before I accept.”

Master laughs, “Of course, I’m surprised he didn’t ask you out before now.”

“Well, I finally admitted to him I’m bisexual.  Told him about a week ago.  Now that my wife is my slave and my son is yours, there is nothing stopping me from being my true authentic self.  Who knows, you might end up my stepson someday.”

“Well, I would be happy to be your stepson if it works out between my Dad.  Just promise me you will not hurt him and treat him with the love and respect that all Master’s deserve.”

“Mitch, I promise!  Thank you, Son!”

I tear up at the thought of my Dad finally dating.  I knew that my Dad was not in love with my mom, not like real lovers.  Don’t get me wrong.  He loves her but in the way that a Master loves his slave.  He treated Mom as a slave all my life. Both Mon and I felt he was missing something.  I know Mom will be happy to see him finally dating.

After dinner, Mitch drops Dad off at a hotel for the night.  A rickshaw will take him to his car in the morning. 

Mitch and I go back to his dorm.  He pulls me to his bed and I fall asleep in his arms.  I’m so happy now.  Being in his arms gives me peace like I never felt!  I know I will be safe and happy with Mitch as my Master.