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 describes Master Mitch and his new slave’s first day at their private college. Mitch receives an offer he can’t refuse.
Author’s Notes: This is a spinoff story of ‘Owning my Family’. 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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Master Mitch - Alpha student who just became the Master of his long-time friend, a student slave owned by the School. The school pays part of his college costs in exchange for help training his former friend, who is now an owned slave.
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Slave David - A student slave with ID of SS6996. He’s a new slave to Master Mitch. Master Mitch befriended David in grade school with a plan to enslave David when he grew up. Now that has happened. He is 19, 130 Ib, 5 ft 4 tall, with blond hair and blue eyes. Now, it is hairless per requirements by the college that owns it.
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Prince/Professor/Master Masood - Son of a prince who fled his kingdom to love another man. Yet, there is also another reason his father left his Kingdom. He is now a prominent professor at the college and has been accepted back into his royal family. Now, the King fully supports Prince Masood.
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Master Johnny - Proud black Master who, with his twin, was saved by Masters Malik and Marcus, who now run the WLO organizations. Johnny came from generations of bred slaves hidden from the world by a wealthy white family that never freed their slaves after the Civil War. Masters Malik and Marcus hired mentors/tutors to bring Johnny to the 20’s 20th-century understanding of the world. As a result, Johnny and his twin entered college older than most young men of their age group. He is 23, 6 ft 2 in, 200 lb, 11 inch cock, and large muscular frame. His twin brother and him are strong black men due to being manual labor slaves for most of their lives.
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Master Jimmy - Proud black Master who, with his twin, was saved by Masters Malik and Marcus, who now run the WLO organizations. Johnny came from generations of bred slaves hidden from the world by a wealthy white family that never freed their slaves after the Civil War. Masters Malik and Marcus hired mentors/tutors to bring Jimmy to the 20’s 20th-century understanding of the world. As a result, Jimmy and his twin entered college older than most young men of their age group. He is 23, 6 ft 2 in, 200 lb, 11 inch cock, and large muscular frame. His twin brother and him are strong black men due to being manual labor slaves for most of their lives.
POV: Master Mitch - Part 1
I lay back, admiring my boy in my arms. He is perfect! Just the way I made him to be. Well, he was born to be mine. If not mine, then another Alpha would have claimed him. I smile down at the slim body I created. It took planning with his father to make the body and mind I now control. I made sure his father kept him on a restricted diet and worked hard around his house. The boy was looked after to avoid being distracted by too many friends or after-school activities. Jake and his father kept him in a state of being controlled 24/7. Ultimately, he loved the control more than anything in his life. Exactly, like I wanted him to be. Now, he sees me as his savior because I control every aspect of his life.
I watch him sleep in my arms, proud of my boy. I smile, content that my dreams are coming true. I fall asleep with the warmth of my boy in my arms.
I wake up horny as usual. Yet, this morning, I have a warm mouth tending to my cock. It’s incredible because I was dreaming of that very mouth worshiping me. I keep my eyes closed, enjoying my boy as I slowly clear the fog in my mind. As my mind clears up, the hornier I get. So, of course, grab the back of the boy's head and pump deeper into him. It doesn’t take long to dump my load. I hold him there for a little while as he tries to push up to catch his breath. Yet, I want to feed him every last ounce of my seed. He needs to learn that even his right to breathe is my choice. DAM! The thought of having that much control is such a rush! Just as his face turns red, I release him.
He takes several big breaths as his face returns to normal.
I pat his head, “Good boy! It held its breath well. Its daily swims worked as expected. But we will have to work on longer and longer breaths. I like long, slow cocksucking, so prepare to be able to hold its breath longer as it learns to serve me with its wonderful mouth. Now, get me a cup of coffee and a biscuit while I prepare for my first class. I take a dash of cream but no sugar. You know I don’t believe in loading up on sugar.”
“Yes, Master, I remember.”
I tap his cheek and smile at him, “Good, slave. But remember not to use personal pronouns to refer to itself. Saying ‘IT’ reminds it’s just an animal. Never refer to itself as ‘I’ or ‘me’. Those designations are reserved for free people. Intelligent Animals like itself are no different than dogs or cats that I own. It needs to understand that it is no longer human like the Alphas of the world. Does it understand?”
It nods, “Yes, Master, it understands. It remembers how its Master likes his coffee.”
“Good slave, now GO! Be quick! I need my coffee!”
My boy runs off as I grab my tablet. I have Chemistry in two hours, and there is a quiz today. So, I review my notes, ensuring I understand everything the professor taught over the last few weeks.
A few minutes later, my boy sets the coffee on the table. He is about to set the biscuit down, but I hold up my hand.
“Feed me as I look over my class notes.”
I focus on my notes so I don’t forget anything, as the biscuit is presented to me. I open and take a bite, and then I read some more.
“Coffee!”
Next, a hot cup of coffee is presented to me, too. I lean over and take a sip. My boy starts to put the cup down, but I order, “STAY!”
The boy stays holding the hot cup of coffee. I can tell he is nervous, not wanting to spill hot coffee on his Master. Yes, that would be bad for me and him! Luckily, this isn’t his first time doing this. Jake has had him hold his drinks for him in the lunch room many times. It was, of course, my idea. I trained Jake to be my sub so he could train my boy. I had Jake start with cold drinks and then progress to hot ones.
I scan more of my notes and then order, “Biscuit with coffee!”
It's a test to see if he can learn quickly on his feet. Although he has seen his mother and father dunk a biscuit in coffee before, he has never done it with Jake. I wait for 10 seconds.
“NOW, BOY!”
The boy finally understands. In the corner of my eye, I see he’s dunking the biscuit into the coffee. Good!
I open my mouth as he presents the nice-smelling biscuit soaked with coffee to my mouth. I lean in and bite. Yet, some crumbs fall on my chest.
“CLEAN ME!”
He sets the biscuit and coffee down and then tries to pick up the crumbs with his hands, but I swat them away with a hard smack.
“BOY, USE ITS MOUTH!”
So, I lean back, set the tablet down, and grab the cup of coffee while my boy licks my chest. He licks from nipple to nipple and up to my neck. The hot coffee is right over his face, and I can see his nervousness again. However, he needs to learn to trust me, its Master. I will not damage my boy. I worked too hard to get him trained the way I like. Besides, I cannot damage the school's property. I take a few sips as he licks my nipples. Yeah, that feels good. My nipples are one of my erogenous zones. I would have used one of his holes again, but I don’t have time.
I pat his head, smiling down at him. “Go get my shower ready the way Jake trained you to do in the group showers at school.”
He looks up at me with recognition on his face, “Yes, Master. It remembers.” Then he runs to the showers down the hall. Yet, just before he leaves, he grabs a towel. Good. It reminds me that Jake used to require it to bring a fresh one to the shower every day after football practice.
So, I take one last sip of my coffee and a bit of the biscuit. I smile to myself. Yes, all the years of waiting are finally over. I get out of bed and grab my toothbrush and my favorite shampoo. I need to ensure my boy brings those next time I shower.
I walk nude to the showers. I’m proud of my body. As an Alpha, my father taught me not to be ashamed of my looks. He had me work out daily to ensure everyone would admire the Alpha I was born as. It’s well known now that there is an Alpha gene. My father had me tested a couple of years ago, and my genes show I’m 85% Alpha.
As I walk down the hall, many of the slaves stare at me. I can feel their submissive gene taking hold. It feels good to be admired by slaves. Yet, I’m not the only Alpha heading to the showers. My best buds, Johnny and Jimmy, are pulling his slaves behind them. They are twins and went through the WLO training center required for all Black slave owners of the white slaves sold by the WLO organization. I see the two slaves have the branding of the WLO logo on their asses. My bud's story is heartbreaking and unforgettable at the same time. They were slaves growing up until the leader of the WLO Training Center saved them! We only knew each other this year, but they are fantastic guys. Despite what they went through, they still accepted me as their best friend at the school.
I see their slave boys have red asses again, “What did your boys do this time?” I ask.
Jimmy smirks, “OH, that. They asked to see their brother again. I told the bitches that its brother was sold last week to an owner, and I don’t know who purchased it. All I know is I just got the tax revenue for my share of the white brother's sale. These bitches don’t seem to get it in their heads that their family is now just IAs slaves with no rights to contact each other. They just need to move on. So, I have to get them to focus on me, their owner, with a hard spanking! Besides, I like seeing their white asses red before I fuck them in the morning.”
Jimmy yanks hard on the leash, pulling one of the brothers down the hall and into the showers. Johnny does the same to the other boy. Jimmy and Johnny have an older slave back at the WLO center! Master Marcus and Malik acquired it before the national slavery law was enacted. I guess these two slaves were lost family members of the original family that the leaders of the WLO Center took ownership of. They are still adjusting to life as slaves. I imagine it’s tough being owned by Johnny and Jimmy.
When we get to the open shower, my boy is waiting for me, and the hot water is running. I hand him my toothbrush and shampoo and walk under the hot water. Ah, that feels good.
“CLEAN ME!”
My boy knows just what to do. He quickly gets to work rubbing my body with soap and my hair with shampoo. He rubs my scalp just as I had Jake do to me many times, so of course Jake taught my boy the same methods.
I hear a yell and look over at Johnny. His boy’s face is now a dark shade of red. I feel my boy’s hands shake in fear. I rub his back and whisper, “Be good, or I will have to do the same.”
Johnny's slave cries out, “Sorry, Master, it will clean your hole with its tongue now!”
I smirk as the boy puts soap on his tongue and pushes it into his Master’s hole. That must taste horrible! I then grab some liquid soap and trace my finger along my boy's hole as he cleans my hole. Then, with a quick jab, I push my finger in. I hear a sharp intake of breath. I finger his prostate, causing him to moan.
He stops rubbing my hole, so I lean over and whisper, “Don’t stop cleaning me, boy! ” then push in and out more forcefully.
He quickly gets the message, and then, to my surprise, he puts soap on his tongue, leans over, and pushes his tongue in my hole! He must be trying to compete with Johnny’s slave. This is interesting. He has never shown any competitiveness before. Yet, I never gave him a chance to compete before. I didn’t want to foster pride in himself but instead, focus on what he could do for others. But maybe I can use this as training that I didn’t think about before.
Its tongue is nice. I grab the back of his head with my free hand, pushing him deeper into my hole. Fuck he's good. Jake’s training paid off. My hole is cleaned better than it has ever been!
Now my hole relaxes, and suddenly I have to fart. So, I let one loose. The smell is strong. I laugh to myself. It must smell awful for my boy. Yet, it’s just an animal, so smells shouldn’t bother it.
I push his face deeper into my hole as I fart. That way, it has to breathe in more of the foul stench and less than my fellow Masters, and I have to smell. It seems to work! I will have to remember to do this whenever I have to fart so my boy can breathe them in instead. It's a good use of a slave, right? I’m always looking for more ways to use my boy. I've been thinking about it for years.
When I’m done farting, I pull my boy up by its collar and order, “CLEAN THE REST OF ME, BOY!”
At the same time, I pull my finger out of its hole. As expected, it gets back to work washing the rest of me. The boy is good, working every inch of my body, from my toes to the top of my head. He gets in and behind my ears. Although, I'm not surprised. I have watched him wash Jake many times in the school showers. In my session as Jake's Dom, I instructed him how to wash me and expected him to teach my boy the same way. I'm pleased my boy learned what Jake taught him. Yet, feeling his soft hands on my body is a treat I will enjoy every day of my college life and hopefully more. Jake's hands didn't feel the same. It must be because my boy really wants to please me. Whereas Jake did it because he wanted to learn to be like me. I now understand the difference. Slaves who love serving me are better slaves.
After washing me, I rinse off and then walk to where it hung up my towel. I nod to the towel, and it knows what to do. It dries me quickly but thoroughly. Other Masters are beside me, and we just smile at each other’s slaves, satisfied that we are being served as Owners should be.
Johnny comes up beside me with his arms out. His newest slaves watch my boy dry me and copy him. Excellent, both are learning from each other. That’s why it is so important to have public use slaves. They learn much quicker from watching other slaves who are better than themselves. Again, I have to rethink my idea that slaves shouldn't compete with each other. Well, as long as they compete in a way that improves their service to their Masters, that seems OK. Just as long as their ego doesn't get the better of them. When they start thinking they are better than other slaves, then that is a recipe for disaster.
Competitive sports have changed so much since slavery became the norm. There are still professional sports, but the players are all now brilliant Masters. You can’t go to college without a 3.5 grade or higher. So, athletes are also very successful, intelligent businessmen. The day when athletes were paid millions is over. Instead, all players on the team are paid the same. Only if the whole team wins games will they get paid more. So, they have to work together to market their team and not just be the hero of your team. Players are not traded like slaves anymore. Instead, the team players vote every three months to keep or let go of any team player. If they underperform, then team players may cut the underperformer. This motivates each player to perform their best.
Also, there is a growing idea of using slaves as athletes in games. It’s an increasing trend on campuses around the state. The problem with the old professional sports system was that the athlete's ego got in the way of the team's unity. The sports clubs would sell athletes like they were slaves. So, the athletes had to show they were better than their teammates to get on a better team. It didn’t foster teamwork.
However, seeing that slaves have no ego or shouldn't have, they might be the perfect athletes to help their fellow slaves serve their Masters better. But instead of traditional sport, why not have a sport that the slaves really enjoy doing? Like slaves serving their Masters in all aspects of their lives?
I look at Johnny, “Hey Johnny, I have an idea. What do you think about creating slave games where slaves can show how well they serve us, their Masters?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well, for example, I think of creating identical staged rooms. The slaves walks in and sees a mess. We time how fast and good the slave cleans up the room. However, time isn't as important as doing a good job. In the end, the slaves who do better have to show the slaves that lost what they did wrong. Then, they all work to fix up the room. Then, the slaves that did their best are rewarded by serving all of the Masters who have slaves in the competition. The slaves who didn't do their best must watch and work harder to do better next time. However, if any slave shows an ego, they are kicked out of the competition, and its owner feels disappointed with it.”
“Yeah, I like it. It would teach the slaves who didn’t do their best how to be better so they can get rewarded. You might want to set up these slave games after the slaves passed some of their servitude classes. That way, they can use what they learn in the real-world competition. It reminds me of what our mentor explained about something they used to call “Reality TV” back when he a kid. Jimmy and I watch some but they were corny as hell but did sucked you in.”
We both laugh at the stupid shit they had for the reality TV shows. He’s right, they were so corny. Yet, they were popular in the old days.
“OK, thanks for your ideas. I will talk with Professor Masood, head of IA slave training and education.”
“Well, if you get the OK, count me and my slaves in. I saw how your slave took quickly to cleaning up your hole with soap. I had to punish mine a lot to get them to clean my hole with a soapy tongue. I’m impressed with your boy.”
“Thanks, Johnny!”
We break off, heading to our separate dorm rooms. I notice my slave is getting distracted by all the other Masters, naked or half-dressed, getting ready for classes. It's lusting after all of them like a moth to a flame. Well, as a slave, it's a natural part of who it is. Yet, I can't have it wandering off. It needs to be focused on me and my needs while it's with me. So, when we get back to my room, I grab my slave ring and slide it on my finger. It's the latest addition to the slave control system from FM Technologies distributed by JR Slave Emporium. The ring uses ultra-low-power Bluetooth to create a short-range wireless leash. I have paired it with the collar using the Slave app. Then, I set it to 15 feet, the size of my dorm room. So, my slave will be shocked if it gets out of the 15-foot range.
Also, I program another range profile for this dorm floor. That way, I can quickly switch from only serving myself to serving the whole dorm’s floor. Of course, all doors nowadays are smark doors. So, slaves can only enter or leave with their Master’s permission. If you own a slave, then all doors in your private home are required to be smart doors. It was added to the constitution amendment not long after the constitution was passed. Several changes to the amendment were made over the past several years, all to keep slaves safe and loyal to their owners. With today’s slavery laws, it's impossible to escape enslavement. Plus, the AIs monitor everything from cameras to smart doors, and there is no place a slave can hide. Except there are rumors of whole houses being blocked from the AI reach. I don’t see how. Yet, the most powerful, like the Richardson family, it might have the means. They are like our new founding fathers.
I turn to my slave, “Boy, dress me.”
I show him where all my clothes are located for each day of the week. I’m a little obsessed with looking my best. So, I order him to dress me in some nice-fitting, mid-thigh blue shorts and a red polo shirt with my favorite tennis shoes. I also have him add a belt while he tucks in the shirt. My Dad said I should always look my best in all situations. This includes keeping my body in shape. So, I threw him my gym bag to carry. We will hit the gym after breakfast.
I grab my phone and set the wireless leash to three feet. Then I grab his balls and pull him to me, whispering in his ear, “Boy, stay close to me. I will protect it, so don’t worry about the other Alphas outside our dorm’s floor. Also, stay close to me if it doesn’t want to get shocked. I have set the wireless leash to three feet. If it gets further than three feet, shocks will start. The further it’s away, the stronger the shocks will be.”
Then slap his ass, “Let's get something to eat,” and walk out of my dorm room without looking back. I don’t hear any whimper, so I assume he is following closely. One thing about barefooted slaves is that they are quiet when walking. So, I’m glad my phone will ping me if it gets farther than three feet. The slave collar from FM Tech is a wonderful invention. Slavery, as we know, couldn’t have been possible without it.
I walk out the hall to a cool morning breeze. It helps wake me up before my first class. A short 5-minute walk, we are at the dining hall.
Once inside, I order, “Boy, grab a tray, a plate, some silverware, and a slave bowl.”
Everything is labeled, so my boy finds what I want. As we walk down the cafeteria line, I point out what I want: eggs, ham, an English muffin, and some OJ. He adds them to the tray while walking behind me. I can tell he’s nervous about being out in public naked and making sure he gets everything I want. When he grabs a raisin muffin, I press my finger to the ring, causing him to jump and then yelp some in the process.
“Without raisins, boy!”
He responds in a high-pitched voice, “Yes…, Master…!”
The sudden shock of the collar must have caught him off guard. Behind us, a Mistress is giving him some snickers.
Another Master laughs a little louder, “It must be its first day.”
Yes, my boy will eventually learn my taste and everything I like. Not everything could be trained into him by his father or his assigned bully, Jake.
When we get to the cooler section, I point to the slave stew. He nods and scoops some into his bowl. Then he grabs a glass and fills it up with OJ. I point to the water spout called “slave water.” I’m told it’s room-temperature water mixed with some piss and other supplements for a growing slave boy. It's not just water from the tap. He holds his bowl under the spout. All slaves have special toilets where their piss is collected, reprocessed, and added to the water. My environmental professor says it’s a form of recycling, helping save the planet one slave at a time. I suspect it also saves on the college’s water bill too.
At the end of the line, I tap my phone on the reader, and everything is credited to my account. My responsibilities as a Master training one of their slaves cover most of my expenses.
I find a table with my buddies Johnny and Jimmy already seated. Since I don’t see their twin white slaves, I assume they are under the table serving their needs.
I sit next to Johnny while my slave sets the table. I then point to the two slave bowls and then under my chair. He places the bowls under me and waits with his hands behind his back. I let him stand for a few minutes. It’s good to be exposed like this. Jake always put him in embarrassing situations, like tying him to the goalpost. However, he never made him stand like this to show he was owned. That’s because I wanted this moment for myself. The first time a slave is exposed as property in front of boys who could have been his peers but now are his superiors is a good teaching moment.
Five minutes later, I tap his ass and point to under the table. Quickly, he rushes under the table. I pull him into my crotch, looking down at him. Our eyes meet, and I whisper, “Free ME!”
As the well-trained boy as he is, he quickly opens my pants, freeing me.
I whisper, “Open,” smirking as he opens wide.
I place my soft cock in his mouth.
“Seal.”
Once his mouth is nicely sealed around the head of my cock, I let loose the recycled coffee from earlier.
I sign, “AHH!”
Johnny looks at us, “Your white boy doesn’t spill a drop. He’s trained well. Is that your training?”
I laugh, “In a way. I had one of my switches, Jake, be assigned as its official bully throughout grade school and high school. This boy's father and I trained Jake to be a dominant Alpha but keep a tight leash on Jake. So, Jake trained my boy in the ways I trained him. Both learned the skill of drinking from the tap. I didn’t allow either of them to spill anything fed to them.”
“Dam! So, did the boy know it was being trained via another Alpha/Switch?”
I laugh, “Hell no. It was fun watching it grow into the submissive bitch it is today. It thought I was its best friend!”
“WOW! That’s devious. So, you never used it growing up?”
“Nope! But was always in control of it.”
“Do you own it now?”
“Nope, the school does. I’m assigned to it as its primary Master and have first rights to buy it when it completes its education.”
“Why didn’t you just take it as yours when you came of age to own it?”
“Shit, man, it’s paying for my room and board. As its primary Master and agreeing to train it to their standards, the school is paying for my room and board. Of course, I have an academic scholarship. Who doesn’t? But that doesn’t pay for my room and board.”
“No, shit. That’s a good deal. My brother and I get the tax revenue from the white slave tax sales. What the tax revenue doesn’t pay for, the WLO organization for a “Better Black Life,” BBL, pays for the rest.”
“Yeah, I remember. You said you got your slaves from the WLO organization.”
“Yeah, WLO has helped make a better life for all blacks in our country. There are no blacks now that are homeless because of economic reasons. About 70% of all blacks now own at least one slave, and over 80% are white slaves. My people have now taken back what was taken from us for generations. You know our story. We were slaves to a white family until Master Marcus and Malik saved us.”
I pat Johnny on the back, “My friend, it’s wonderful to see you and the whole black community finally getting justice! It's been a long time coming. Yes, the new slavery law has been great for all Alphas of the world, especially black families that deserve respect.”
Johnny gets excited when it comes to his people getting what they deserve. Seeing him so empowered to make a real difference is incredible. His excitement gets me excited as my boy starts sucking me down his throat.
I continued to eat as my boy nursed me, keeping me on the edge. There are more sucking sounds around the table, with about three other Masters being serviced while a kitchen slave comes over to get drink orders for everyone at the table. It is a mixed-race slave boy taking the orders. His dick is caged but leaking. So, as he stops for me, I run my finger over the top of the cage where a steady stream of precum is dripping out. I ask for another OJ, and as I lick it, my finger is clean. Excellent, it’s sweet, like the boy’s face.
“Thank you, Master, for cleaning up after this slave!”
I rub my wet finger along its crack, “It’s sweet, boy.”
He blushes as it gets the double meaning. Then, it rushes off before I can sample its hole.
The boy gets me close to the edge, so I grab the back of my boy’s head and force hard down my cock. I take a breath as I dump my load directly into his throat. Seeing me release my load, others around the table do the same. It's common for Masters to feed off each other as one release, and others follow suit.
The cute waiter returns with my OJ. This time, I waste no time sampling its hole. It stands there with my finger rubbing its prostate. Like all bitches it moans in heat.
One of the masters complains, “Mitch! Let the boy go. I want my drink!”
I pull out of its tight hole and pat its ass, “Go on, boy, serve the others.”
“Thank you, Master. I hope Master enjoyed its hole.”
“Yes, it has a wonderful hole. What’s IA’s ID?”
“ML5694, Master!”
The letters ‘ML’ means Manual Labor, like my slave has SS for Student Slave before its number. After slavery was legalized, it was necessary to create classifications for slaves. There are many other classifications like OC for ‘On-Call’, PD for ‘Protection Detail’, and of course, PA for ‘Personal Assistant’.
“OK, I will have to order its services sometime soon.”
“It would be a pleasure to be of service, Master!”
I lean over and whisper, “See you soon. Now run along. Don’t want to keep the other Masters waiting too long!” tapping the boy on the ass again.
I watch the boy’s backside as it serves the other Masters at our table.
I yell out, “SORRY, ERIC! ITS TO CUTE TO PASS UP. YOU KNOW, RIGHT?”
“Yeah, Yeah, I understand,” as he plays with the boy, too.
Alpha students can rent the school's manual labor slaves for whatever services the Alpha wants. A temporary contract is created between the school and the Alpha student about using the slave and the conditions of their property after the contract ends. If any student breaches the contract, the student can be sued, and punishment can be up to the enslavement of the Alpha student. The last thing an Alpha student ever wants is to be enslaved. It was reported that a few Alpha students in the past were sued with a sentence of enslavement. This keeps us following the contract to the letter.
I piss one last time in my slave's mouth and head to the athletic building for my morning run. Of course, my boy stays close behind me.
In the locker room, I order, "Boy, change me into my running shorts and shoes only."
"Yes, Master."
He quickly pulls my polo shirt over my head, kneels at my feet, and removes my shoes and shorts. Nowadays, Most Alphas don't bother with underwear, and I'm no exception.
He looks up at my naked form, rubbing his lips with his tongue. I smirk at it. It’s learning to lust after me. That's good. It makes it more special whenever I want to use it.
I feel the presence of other slaves watching us, especially the school's 'On-call' slave assigned to the locker room.
"Kiss the head, boy."
It grins like a boy being handed a sucker. Then it leans in and kisses the head while staring up at me!
"Lick!"
With an even wider grin, it licks the precum off the head.
"Taste good, boy?"
"Yes, very much, Master!"
I stare into its eyes, knowing it just got a delicious treat. Yet, it can't have more unless I allow it. Learning to control its natural impulses is essential. That learned control defines it as an intelligent animal rather than just an animal. It’s why IA’s are so special and valuable.
I pat its head, "Nice! Now finish dressing me, and then hand me my phone."
I see its disappointment, which is good. It knows I'm more important than its natural animal impulse. It’s just like training any pet for domestic use. If it keeps behaving well, it will be rewarded.
I'm dressed quickly and then order him to put my gym bags in a locker. After he does, I tap my smart ring to the locker. It locks automatically. All locks nowadays are electronic. Manual locks were replaced quickly after the slavery law was passed. Alpha lawmakers didn’t want slaves to use manual locks to hide something from their owners. So FM Technologies came up with all kinds of replacement locks for everything, even these lockers. It makes sense. Slaves can't be allowed to hide anything from their owners. It would just cause chaos. Order is what slaves want and need.
I open my phone and extend the wireless leash to 6 feet. Then I run out to the track. I hear a small yelp, and my phone buzzes. It just got a slight shock as a reminder that it needs to stay within 6 feet of me.
We run around the track for 30 minutes. It yelped a few times but was able to keep up. Good! Its father's body training paid off. I told its father I wanted the boy fit, and that's what I got. Its father knew I wanted it, so he did what I wanted for the boy growing up. I knew he was destined to be mine since I was 10 and knew I was an Alpha. Controlling him with a proxy was fun while it lasted, but ultimately, I had to have him as my personal slave. So, when the slavery law came about, I knew it was my chance to take him as mine. If all goes as planned, he will be my personal assistant slave after graduating.
After our run, we stretch and go inside to lift weights, focusing on our legs today. Tomorrow, we will work on our upper body. Before I finish my workout, I call over one of the 'On-Call' slaves waiting to assist any Master in the gym.
It rushes over and kneels beside the bench I'm sitting on.
I look down at it and say, "Go help my boy clean itself out after it relieves itself on the toilet. Bring it back to me when it is cleaned out. Boy, this will be somewhat new for it. Its mother helped it during its introduction week of slavery before its permanent enslavement. Teaching it to do it independently now will be good. So, make sure it understands how to clean its hole thoroughly!"
The slave nods, "Yes, Master!" and walks over to my slave, whispers in his ear, and then nods at me. My slave then looks at me with a smile. Our eyes meet, and it knows it’s an order from me. I see it's already getting excited. Hoping this means I will fuck it soon.
They head to the restroom while I increase the range of its wireless leash. Every modern restroom around the world has slave toilets designed with enema attachments. All slaves are required to clean out after each use of the toilet. The 'On-Call' slave will teach it well and even lube its hole afterward.
The enema water has a unique added probiotic designed to keep the lower intestines working correctly. The lube has natural healing properties to help with any small tears on the anal walls. So, slaves are taken care of since they are so valuable.
After my workout, my boy is escorted back to me. I push a finger into its hole to ensure it was correctly prepared. Yes, it's well-lubed. I pull out my finger and lick it. It tastes clean.
I pat both boys' asses, "Well done, boys. Its hole is ready for my use."
So, as a reward, I bend my boy over a weight-lifting bench, pull down my shorts, and push the head of my 10 inches into its lubed-up hole. After all, I must test whether the boys did a good job.
Sweet! I slip in with little effort, but it still grips my cock nicely. I always love a tight hole. A boy’s hole is nothing like a female's pussy. It's so much tighter, giving the Alpha so much more pleasure. Plus, this hole is still pretty much a virgin despite being doubled fucked yesterday. But one massive fuck will not ruin a boy’s hole.
Besides, there are ways to train a boy's hole to stay tight despite being opened wide like yesterday.
The “On-Call” boy did a good job cleaning and lubing up my boy. So I smile when Professor Masood comes in with his boyfriend and longtime slave. They take a bench next to us. I nod at the professor as he lies back on the bench while his slave rushes to put weight on the barbell. The boyfriend, now a senior and his assistant teacher, spots him. As I continue to fuck my boy, I admire the professor's form. Dam! He's an impressive man. You can feel the confidence he radiates as he enters a room. He just expects everyone to do what he wants without being told to do so.
The slave on call is there, ready with a cold water bottle and a clean hand towel to wipe the sweat away. His personal slave kneels on the bench, rubbing his cock as he presses an impressive amount of weight. His boyfriend spots him as he pushes himself to the limits. All he has to do is push himself to keep his body in shape, as all Alphas want for themselves.
When he sits up, the ‘On-Call’ slave wipes his forehead, back, and chest while handing him the water. The slave takes the water when the professor is done with it. All the while, his personal slave pulls down his shorts and sucks him to half mass. After resting a minute, he's back at it.
It’s fantastic watching this Alpha in his element. It’s something all Alphas are inspired to be like. On top of that, he is a prince who will someday rule his country. His country has had voluntary slavery for years. So he's perfect! I lick my lips as I watch this half-naked man's muscles pop in his arms and chest. It only makes me want to fuck my boy harder.
All you here in the room are grunts, sucking sounds, and fresh smacking as I pound my boy faster and harder! It's like watching porn in the old times. Nowadays, you can see live scenes everywhere. Sex with slaves in public is now accepted as normal. That's why the professor ignored me fucking my slave in the gym. Unlike my Dad's generation, sex is something natural and not to be hidden behind closed doors. So there is no more raped or sexual assault between free people. You have slaves to take out your aggression on instead of your life partners. Of course, you can't rape something you own like slaves. That's the beauty of owning slaves.
So, that's what I did, hammering at my boy’s hole while admiring the men I aspire to be like. With a loud grunt, I dump my seed into my boy, then fall on top of his back.
Now! I'm level with the man's fantastic cock while he, too, rests before moving to his next exercise. I take in the beautiful symbol of his Alpha status in all of its glory. WOW! It's perfect up close. The uncut head is displayed prominently on a long, thick shaft, standing on top of two hairy baseball-sized balls. I imagine all the seeds they can collect, filling whatever hole he wishes to fill. Any boy would be proud to receive his seed. Shit! Staring at it up close, I might be convinced to fill my hole, too!
As I admire him, he lifts my chin, forcing me to look into his face. Then, in a deep, commanding voice, "What is your name?"
Now nervous, "Mitch, Sir!"
"Well, Mitch, do you like what you see?"
I nod.
"Good! I like to take some Alphas under my wing to assess their potential as one of my assistant teachers. Come to my home at 6:00 for dinner. Wear your school's dress uniforms for special occasions. We can talk about the details I have planned for you! Assuming you accept my offer."
"Yes Sir, I will be there. Thank you, Sir!"
He pats my face lightly after releasing my chin.
"Now! Go clean up. I'm sure you have classes to get to."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for the opportunity. I'm looking forward to hearing about your plans."
Finally, composing myself, I rise and pull out of my boy. Then rush off to the showers, not bothering to cover up my hard cock that just reacted to this Alpha's display of dominance.
My boy washes me as I think about the incredible opportunity I have been given. I have heard of guys who have been his assistants. They have become among the most successful Alphas / Masters in the country. Why does he want me in my formal school uniform? That's unusually reserved for graduations or collaring ceremonies.
My boy and I stretch again, and then I unlock my locker by pressing my finger to a sensor in the door. The door pops open. I look at my boy as I stand there naked, waiting. He quickly understands and dresses me. It’s more of my training via Jake. Yet, I look in the mirror and have to correct a few things I prefer, like how much I like my shirt tucked in. Nothing that would cause me to punish him right now. But I do explain what it did wrong.
He apologizes anyway, "Sorry, Master!"
I reward him with a pat on the beautiful ass, rubbing my index finger along the crack.
"It's OK. Just remember for next time."
I feel some leftover seed in its hole, so I feed it to him until it stops leaking.
"Now, boy, keep its hole tightly closed until the rest of my seed is properly absorbed."
It nods with a smile on its red face, "Yes, Master!"
Good! It still can be humiliated. That’s something to remember.
I change the wireless leash to 3 feet and head off to my first class of the day.
We arrive just in time for my chemistry class with 5 minutes to spare. So, I snap my fingers and point between my legs. As a well-trained slave, it crawls between my legs. It responds to my fingers snapping due to the training that I had Jake do. All through middle school and high school, I watched Jake snap his fingers, and my slave would come running. Jake would even do it while the boy was talking with teachers or fellow students. I had to laugh when its head popped up at hearing the familiar snap. It would stop whatever it was doing and come running! Of course, as a submissive, no one questioned its response to its Alpha. Especially after the slavery movement started with the “Managed Bullying” program that swept through the high schools.
I look down at it, "Free me and hold me in its mouth. No sucking! I need to concentrate."
It whispers, "Yes, Master!"
Then pulls out my cock, holding just my head in its mouth. Good, now, if I need to piss, my boy will be ready. I look around to see many of the other Master's ordering their slaves to do the same.
The quiz goes well. I relieved myself halfway through, so it's a good thing Jake trained it to meet my standards.
After the quiz, the professor has us do labs for the rest of the class. Of course, my boy gets all the equipment I need for the experiments. It’s nice having a personal slave to tend to me instead of the "On-call" slaves. I had to use the "On-call" slaves for anything I needed in each class. They are well trained, but there is nothing like having your own personal slave who knows what to do before you ask. My boy has some of that training via what Jake did, but there is much more it needs to know about my personal needs. It will learn them all in no time. After all, it was born to do so.
Its father shared its gene test. It's 99% submissive. It's the highest a boy can be. So, it was born to become mine. The world is now much more pleasant and peaceful now that volunteer slavery has spread to most countries of the world. There are no more wars, hunger, fighting, or senseless violence. Alphas of the world take out their aggressive nature on their slaves who enjoy it. Usually, the more sadistic an Alpha is, the more masochistic the slave is. Match-making AI programs are now a requirement before a Master can claim the boy. The AI scans the boy's behavior throughout his young life and determines how masochistic it is. Then, if Master wants to claim it, there has to be a 95 percent match. This came about from the "Managed Bullying" program our founding Masters created before slavery was the law.
So, no Master can’t be accused of abuse since the AIs do the match-making.
I take my slave to half of my classes. He serves my needs so I can focus on learning. He not only gives my bladder and balls relief but also fetches drinks or snacks for me. His collar records the teacher’s lectures, and at the end of the day, he has to summarize them for my notes that I can then use to study for the following tests. This allows me to take more classes than when my Dad went to college. Plus, I can focus more on what the professors say and not worry about taking notes.
For the second half of the day, I’m taught classes on the art of domination and the control of slaves. I have excel in these classes as well. All my teachers praise me for my dedication to the art. No wonder I have been studying the art of dominating all my life. My slave was the canvas for my art. I learned what to do right and why it needs to be done. You see, it’s not just how you handle a whip but how you whip the mind of the slave to your will. It’s the art of manipulation that makes a great Master. The slave needs to know it can’t outthink his owner. With Jake as my submissive, I saw how a slave could try to “top from the bottom”, as they say. Jake tried it, and I outsmarted him every time.
In some of the “Art of domination” classes, teachers used school slaves to try to trick me into serving them instead of what I wanted. But that didn’t work with me and the teachers saw it, so I got high marks on all their lab tests. For me, it was simple because Jake had tried them all on me. Even my boy tried to pull that shit on Jake when he bullied him. But I ensured Jake saw through it and put the boy in place. That made my slave respect Jake even more, and in the end, because it came from me, he respects me more than Jake.
As I’m in my “Art of Domination” classes, my slave is in its “Art of Submission” classes. He, too, excelled on his first day of classes. I’m not surprised. He learned how to be submissive from me. That’s what I’m most proud of. Well, its submissive genes help, too!
After our last class of the day, my slave runs up to me as we head back to my dorm room to change for Professor Masood’s dinner invite. I have my slave quickly dress me in my school’s uniform.
As we walk toward Professor Masood’s home, I ask, “Has the AI been giving it training throughout the day?”
“Yes, Master. The AI continues to train your slave how you expect it to behave.”
“That’s good to hear! Yet, it knows what its Master wants more than most new slaves do, doesn’t?”
It smiles knowingly, “Of course, yes, Master.”
I laugh, “Yeah, it has been serving me all its life without really knowing it was.”
“Yes, it has, Master. It never knew Master’s plan for it to be enslaved until a day ago. Master is very cunning and smart. It’s one of many reasons this slave wants to serve its Master.”
I pat my slave on the naked butt as I set the virtual leash to 3.5 feet and walk down the sidewalk to the professor's home.
We pass several Masters/Mistresses with both male and female slaves. I nod knowingly to them as we understand we all are where we belong.
Soon, we reach the professor’s home on campus. It’s one of the largest houses on campus and has beautiful, modern architecture. As I admire the sleek, contemporary design of the house, my black friends, Jimmy and Johnny, walk up from the opposite direction.
I smile at them, “Oh! Were you guys invited to dinner with the professor, too?”, seeing that they are in school uniforms.
Johnny replies, “Yeah, the professor asked us to come to dinner,” each hugs me,
Jimmy takes over, “We are wondering why the professor asked us to dinner.”
Then Johnny again, “You know, the Professor takes on student assistance each year. It is an honor to be selected.”
It’s common for the twins to finish each other's thoughts. After a few months of being friends, I got used to it.
We turn to face the house and walk up to the front door. I lead the way with my slave in tow. Once we reach the door, I snap my fingers and point to my side. My slave quickly drops to my side. As I ring the doorbell, I pat my boy’s head as it bows its head in respect. Johnny and Jimmy stand beside me, with their white boys kneeling beside them.
