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 slave David's, dinner invitations to Professor Masood’s house. Other student Masters join him. The Professor is known to take on Assistance Student Masters. Mitch is excited to find out if that is what the Professor has planned for him.
Author’s Notes: This is a spinoff story of ‘Owning my Family’. 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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Master Mitch - Alpha student who just became the Master of his long-time friend, now a school-owned student slave. The school pays part of his college costs in exchange for help training his former friend, who is now a 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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Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of hundreds of slaves. 6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles, and zero body fat. Very successful businessman and known as the Father of modern slavery. Frank owns the largest auction houses globally, acquiring and selling the best of the best slaves in the world.
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Jason Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank’s twin boys. Master of many slaves. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles, and zero body fat. Owner of JR Slave Emporium, with stores globally. All slave collars globally are distributed through the JR Slave Emporium.
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Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank’s twin boys. Owner of hundreds of slaves. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles, and zero body fat. Owner of the largest global import and export slave trading company.
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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 20th-century understanding of the world. As a result, Johnny and his twin entered college older than most young men. 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 20th-century understanding of the world. As a result, Jimmy and his twin entered college older than most young men. 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 2
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 brother 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.
We don’t wait long when a naked white slave opens the door.
He smiles at us and says, “Welcome! Masters, please come in. My Prince, The Professor, is expecting you.”
The boy steps aside, and we walk in. He leads us to a lounge, where the Professor greets us. He holds his hand out, and Jimmy, Johnny, and I shake his firm grip.
“Please come sit, and we can get to know each other better.”
Johnny and Jimmy sit together on the couch with one slave, each kneeling between their legs. I sit in a recliner next to the Professor with my boy kneeling between my legs.
“Would you like something to drink?”
Jimmy and Johnny ask for whisky on the rocks, and I ask for rum and Coke. The Professor has another slim, cute Asian slave who handles a bar in the lounge. He makes the drinks and brings them to us.
Of course, we ignore the slave, keeping our attention on the Professor.
“So, Mitch, I understand you know Jimmy and Johnny.”
“Yes, Professor, Sir, we are friends and live on the same dorm level.”
“Good! That's what I thought. Jimmy mentioned your idea about a competition between slaves.”
Just as I’m about to explain, the doorbell rings. Soon, the slave who greeted us leads in an Asian and Black couple with three slaves on leashes. I notice the Black Master’s slaves have the same logo on their ass cheeks as Jimmy and Johnny have on their slaves, a circle with WLO in the center and another set of initials. The slave must be from the same organization/training center. Behind them is a Latino Master with two male slaves, one black and one Latino. Next to them is a Native American Master with a white female slave and a Latino male slave. Finally, there’s an Asian Master with two white slaves, male and female, who look related. Of course, all the white slaves have the WLO logo branded on their ass cheeks.
The three new Masters take seats on the other couches and chairs in the large lounge. We wait for the bar slave to provide them with their drinks before the Professor continues.
“Now, where were we? Yes, Mitch, you were about to explain your idea about a slave competition.”
“Yes, professor…”
I explain my idea about the competition and how the winners will teach the losers what they did wrong to make better slaves for their Masters.
When I’m done, the Professor takes over, “Excellent idea. I brought you all here to make Mitch’s dream a reality. You all represent many of the different ethnic cultures of the world. I’m willing to fund the project with other investors if all of you are willing to support me on the board of directors. I’m hoping to make Mitch’s idea a global internet show. This would require you all to rotate as judges for the show. To make this show feel as real as possible, it needs to travel around the country and hopefully around the globe. Plus, prominent guest judges will be selected to give it more credibility. Each week, there will be a winner from that area of the country and world. The Master of the winning slave will receive a special slave collar from FM Technologies. Does everyone understand so far?”
We all say, “Yes, Professor.”
“Good! Who would be interested in being on the board and being a judge?”
We all raise our hands.
“Excellent! Also, men, my house is a big Faraday cage. The walls are lined with metal fibers. Because I’m a prince and the future King of my Kingdom, my family built this house specifically to keep prying hears out. No radio waves can penetrate the walls. Plus, the walls have special low-energy cool liquid pumped through them. So, our heat signatures can’t be detected. The walls are lined inside with sound adsorption material so no outside listening devices can hear us.”
My curiosity gets the better of me.
So, I ask, “Professor, why are you telling us all this?”
“Mitch, that’s a good question. Let me explain some history about how slavery became so quickly adopted. You heard of FM Technologies, right?”
We all nod, and I say, “Yes, of course, it's where all our collars come from.”
“Correct. FM stands for Father Michael. He runs an all-male camp of sorts. He owns thousands of slaves with a vast underground complex. His slaves make all the collars and other control devices in underground assembly line factories. The reason Father Micheal can control thousands of slaves is that they are addicted to both natural and synthetic versions of his family’s semen. Because he is the head of the family, all his slaves follow his orders or one of his family members. He saved many of the slaves from abusive families who thought they were sending their children to conversion therapy.”
I ask, “Professor, so you're saying Father Micheal’s semen is a drug that causes submission.”
The Latino Master is appalled, “Conversion therapy was outlawed when the slavery amendment was passed, the sexual attraction gene was discovered while the Dominant and submissive was being researched. So, it was found that same-sex, bisexual, or whomever you are attracted to is natural. Slavery has shown us that sexual activity should be embraced. That’s why we can be open about our sexuality and use of our slaves sexually in public.”
“Yes, but it hasn’t always been that way. For many years, Father Micheal was these boys’ savior from an abusive family. But what is more important is his family’s semen, as Mitch pointed out, works like an addictive drug. The semen enhances the whichever gene is stronger, submissive, or dominant. So, any slave who drinks their family’s semen becomes completely loyal to Father Micheal and his family. The loyalty goes to a point where they believe Father Michael is God! That’s why he is called Father Michael.”
I ask, “How does Father Micheal’s semen do this?”
“That’s a secret that Father Micheal will not share. Also, because slavery became adopted so quickly, Father Micheal had to connect the AIs of the world to the collar. It was the only way to train and control billions of slaves so quickly. However, just recently, we have come across intelligence that the AI community has gotten a sample of the semen and are trying to replicate and alter it so that slaves under their control are loyal to them over their human owners. It isn't easy to replicate because it works with Father Micheal’s family Alpha male pheromones. We believe they are trying to remove the pheromone connection out of the DNA alteration that the semen does to males. You know, we are at a standoff with the AI community. Human Masters control the power plants around the world. If the AI Community goes rogue, we simultaneously shut down all power plants globally. Then, we wait for the AI Robot Batteries to run dry or take them out using EMPs or conventional weapons. However, if they can control billions of slaves on farms, factories, offices, and restaurants, meaning the entire manual labor slave workforce. The AIs could use these slaves to overrun the power plants and turn the power back on. Plus, with the Dominant and submissive genes revealed now, it might be possible to use crisper gene-altering tech to change the Dominant gene to a submissive gene. The only reason they didn’t already make us their slaves is because the submissive gene is linked to the attraction submissives have to Alpha pheromones. But if they find a way to break that pheromone attraction, then they would be able to make us their slaves. Acquiring Father Micheal’s semen gets them one step closer to understanding the pheromone attraction between submissives and Alphas.”
We are all quiet as we absorb all of this! The thing that all Masters fear the most is becoming slaves. I can see that all the other Masters are scared now!
So, I know what everyone is thinking, “Professor, how can this be prevented?”
“Well, Father Micheal has developed an RNA sequence to tell the body how to counteract the semen's addictive nature and, at the same time, preserve the pheromone attraction. The antidote is already in all slave collars around the globe. It’s the reason Father Micheal created the collars for the world in the first place. They are a fail-safe if someone got his semen and used it as the AIs intend to do. Of course, Father Micheal didn’t expect the AIs to get ahold of his semen. He thought it would be another Master that tried to take over the world. However, AIs are much worse. The challenge is getting the trigger signal to all the collars around the globe at once. The collars communicate with each other like a hive, either with short-range signals or through the internet. Yet, the collars only have a range of 100 feet, and the AI can control the slaves' internet connection. However, if we can trigger one collar in a group of slaves, the collars within 100 feet will communicate the command to release the antidote. However, if the AIs isolate slaves, then the command will not be given. Plus, it takes a day for the RNA to tell the body how to create the antidote. Within a day, the AIs could use the slaves to overrun the power plants. Plus, thousands, maybe millions of slaves could be killed in the process.”
I ask, “What can we do?” looking around at the other Masters to see if they want to help.
“Mitch, that’s where your idea of a slave competition comes in. The AIs don’t know about the short-range signal. But they know of an internet command that collars are waiting for. They don’t know what it’s for. So, they are just blocking the command over the internet. We want you to distribute specially designed collars that will get into the populations of each slave group around the globe. The more isolated the group of slaves, the better. Any Master entering their slave into the competition must replace their existing collar with these specially designed ones. The collar will be programmed to send the trigger command over a short-range radio wave or line-of-sight laser beam. They will be pre-programmed at a set date and time. So, the AIs will not know when it will happen or be able to block the trigger command within the collars.”
“WOW! Professor. So, you want my internet reality show idea to infiltrate the most isolated group of slaves with these special collars?”
“Yes, you and the other Masters assembled here would be key to ensuring the AIs don’t enslave the whole human race. It seems the AIs have a taste for domination. So, now we know that allowing the AIs to manage, train, and oversee slaves was a mistake that multiple organizations around the world are trying to correct.”
“Who else is involved?
“I cannot disclose all players, but there is, of course, my Kingdom, Father Micheal, all governments, an organization called the “MSDS Society,” which is very secretive, and many private universities my family helps fund like this one. Everyone wants to save the human race from being completely enslaved by the AIs. You guys, too, right?”
We all nod. Yes, I volunteer. “Of course we do, don’t we guys?”
The other young Masters voice their agreement.
“Excellent! Then, everyone here will help with the cause. You will be the key to to saving us all! Each one of you will take on a different part of the world. But first, we must start here and get the Masters hooked on the show. Once they do, then others around the world will want to put their slaves in the competition to see who owns the best slave. We will use the Master’s Pride to help us make the show go viral. Every Master wants to own the best slave and help other slaves improve! If slaves improve their service to us, then we all win in the end. That’s what will sell the show. My family will fund the show and its mission. We will start on campus and spread to colleges worldwide. Then, I will invite Masters from the communities around the colleges, spreading out to as many communities as possible. Each winning slave from these communities competes at state and natural levels. This will create more interest in the show, as sports do, to unite communities. However, unlike old-time professional sports, all the winning slaves from each small community compete nationally simultaneously in a year. That way, every community around the nation want to show off the winning slave. Of course, the slave’s Owner will want to show off the slave to the community, making sure that the slave has been in contact with as many other slaves as possible. This will ensure that as many slave collars are triggered at the same time. Plus, all nations will have their competition at the same time. In a year, all slaves will be ready for the antidote. A day before we shut down the power stations and the power grid, all slave’s around the world will be injected with the antidote. Then, the human strike teams take out the AI robots. A powerful EMP will be used to fry the AI data centers and all backup data storage locals worldwide. If all goes as planned, AIs will no longer be in control or even exist!.”
All of us are shocked!
“So, no more AIs at all?”
“Well, we hope so. As a precaution, we plan to keep the internet down for a few months as the strike teams verify that all AIs have been eliminated from all vehicles, businesses, government agencies, and all public and private robots are destroyed.”
“So, slaves will have to do all manual labor?”
“Not only that, Masters will need more education to do the hard thinking work that the AIs are doing now.”
“This will change everything!”
The Professor pats my hand, “Yes, Mitch, it will. Masters will need to step up and do more for their race. All intelligent animals in each class and breed will be essential in rebuilding our Society. Plus, we will need to be more intelligent animals to replace the intelligence that the AIs did for our Society. The AI used them better than any Master could come up with. So, now we will need more intelligent animals because we can’t develop all the most efficient methods to use them.”
“Professor, couldn’t that lead to the old overpopulation problem?”
“Yes, so we need different methods of dealing with the overpopulation of the intelligent animals. This is a dilemma that is actively being looked at. Right now, we don’t have a good solution. Some suggested genetically altering the IA slaves to consume fewer resources. Or create genetically altered food to produce more energy-rich foods for the IA slaves to consume. Others suggest to terminate older, less productive slaves so there are more resources for the younger slaves.”
“Maybe it will be a combination of many solutions?”
“Every idea is up for consideration. Whatever we come up with, we can’t use AIs to fix all our problems. We will have to fix our problems by ourselves. Which means we have to work as a team! We have become lazy and depend on thinking machines to solve all our problems, which led us to where we are now.”
Professor Masood snaps his fingers, and a new slave comes in with several boxes. The slave sets the boxes on the floor next to the Professor. He opens one of the boxes and pulls out a new collar. It looks just like the one my slave and all the others wear.
“Masters! This collar is one of the special collars. Not only does it have the antidote, but it also has special firewalls preventing your slaves from being brainwashed. The collar blocks all attempts by the AIs to program the slaves to make them their new Masters. Since all your slaves have recently been enslaved, the AI wouldn’t have had time to brainwash it. Plus, the new specialized designed collars will add new code to the slave’s collar near it. It will add deprogramming for already brainwashed slaves. Plus, the collar can detect if your slave has been injected with a modified semen drug and apply the antidote automatically. So, to prevent your slaves from becoming a drone slave to the Al machines, I would like you to replace your current collars with these specialized collars.”
I nod, “Yes, of course, Professor. I don’t want my slave to become a drone slave to the AIs. I spent too much time training it to let that happen.”
All the other Masters agree with me. So, we are all given collars for our slaves. I pull out my phone. It warns me that the slave app can only work in short-range Bluetooth without internet access. Limited functionality! However, it does allow me to unlock the collar. I hear a click from the collar. Similarly, I hear other clicks around the room.
I grab the collar, open it, and pull it off my slave. It looks up at me with a worried face.
I rub its head, “Boy, it will be OK. It's getting a new collar now, a very special one. Keep its head up so I can collar it.”
It looks up in my eyes with less worry. I pick up a new collar. I’m surprised it is lighter than the old one. I open it and place it around my boy’s neck. I close it, and there is no audio click like in the old collar. I wonder if it is really locked. So, I try opening it, but it doesn't budge.
The Professor addresses us again, “Here, please replace your phone with these.”
He hands us the new phones.
“These phones are special, too. They link up with the collar and all other slave control devices like the old ones. However, it will notify you if the collar detects the AIs have injected their new drug or are trying to brainwash your slave. There is also a new special tamper detection sensor in the collar. Please, on the new phone, register yourself for its Master. Mitch, I have already registered the school as your slave as its Owner.”
I request to be my slave’s Master and place my fingers on the two sensors under the collar’s ring. The phone beeps, notifying me that I’m registered as its Master and the school as its Owner.
Then my slave jumps and instinctively rubs its neck, trying to get under the collar, but it's too tight.
The Professor smiles, “OH! Sorry, I forgot. The collar also takes a DNA sample and stores it internally behind the special firewall. We know that Father Micheal’s semen alters the DNA of the slave. So, if the AI uses a modified version of the semen, then the slave’s DNA can be compared with another sample. It's part of the detection method to determine if the slave was injected with a modified version of Father Micheal’s semen. The collar collects a DNA sample weekly and compares it to the DNA storage behind the firewall. If they are different, then the antidote is administered.”
“OH WOW! Professor. That’s ingenious!”
“Yes, as I understand it, Father Micheal’s nephew is a genus in genetics and a gifted inventor. He designed the slave collars and all the other slave control devices.”
“Professor, could I manually run the DNA comparison test?”
“Yes, if you see your slave acting more submissive to the AIs than yourself, please run the test. There’s a special menu on the Slave app for that. That’s why I am giving you the new phone. Like the collars, the phone comes directly from Father Micheal’s manufacturing plant. They are hardened from cyber attacks, physical tampering, and electromagnetic pulses or EMPs. Plus, whenever it needs an update, it will automatically do so through the MSDS Society satellite global network that AI doesn’t know about. The AIs will see that you have a new phone and try to hack it. So, Father Micheal must keep it updated as the AIs discover vulnerabilities. Of course, Father Micheal’s nephew is always trying to find vulnerabilities before the AIs do. Hopefully, there will be no zero-day hacks by the AIs. That would be bad! What is igneous about these phones is that they have two separate phone user interfaces built into them. One uses the MSDS satellites, and the other uses land-based communications. They are physically walled off from each other. A physical button on the phone switches between the two internal phones. So, you will use the satellite phone when communicating with me or anyone on the mission. You use the land-based phone when doing your normal daily activities. So, if the AIs do hack your phone, they will not have access to our mission communications. They will not even know about the satellite-based user interface.”
We all listen to the Professor intensely. This is some top-secret spy tech. Is the MSDS Society a spy agency for Masters?
I wonder, “So, Professor, what’s the MSDS Society?”
“Mitch, as I understand it, the Society has been around for hundreds of years. It has trained families of Masters and slaves for generations. Many top leaders of the world are a part of the Society. They have their own rules and laws outside of any one country. I only know this because my father, the King of my homeland, is a member. I was never invited because my parents rejected Society and had to move here. I originally thought it was about them being gay, but now I know the truth. They recently emerged from hiding due to the AI threat and provided their support and knowledge through their vast network of Masters and slaves. In the past, if I would have told you this, they would have enslaved me! Now, all governments know that they exist but not how they operate. I get my intel through my King.”
“WOW! A secret society of Masters and slaves that is hundreds of years old. That’s mindblowing, Sir!”
“Yeah, but Master and slaves have been around long before the MSDS Society. So, I’m not that surprised. My Kingdom has owned slaves for thousands of years.”
“Thousands of years?”
“Yeah, in the last 300 years, we have made the law that slaves have to be volunteers. In our Kingdom, being a slave is an honor. To be able to serve another is the ultimate service, much like being a soldier in this country. You see, in my Kingdom, all slaves are the property of our King. My King allows other Masters to lease the slaves from his Royal service. Plus, all our soldiers are volunteer slaves and are honored to be in the service of the King.”
“I see, Professor. I would love to visit your country someday.”
Professor smiles, “You will soon. My King wants to meet you!”
Just then, a different house slave kneels at the Professor’s feet.
“Master, dinner is almost ready.”
He pats the slave on the head, “Good! Are my other guests almost here?”
“Yes, Master. Your honored guests will be here any minute.”
“Excellent! Escort my current guests to the dining room. I will be with them shortly.”
“Yes, Master. As you wish.”
The house slave gets up and looks at us, “Please, Masters, could you follow this slave to the dining room.”
We all get up and follow the slave as he turns and leads away. We enter a dining room with a long table that could seat 20 or more. Along the wall are naked slaves lined up, staring straight ahead with napkins draped over an arm. We sit down. I look at my slave and point to under the table. My slave quickly gets under the table. I grab its collar and pull it into my crotch.
It looks up at me with a smile, “Free me, bitch!”
It quickly pulls my dick out of my pants.
“Suck!”
It continues to look up at me as it worships my cock.
The slave behind me asks, “Master, this slave is assigned to serve you throughout your meal. This slave will provide anything that Master wishes. Would Master like a refresh of his drink?”
DAM! The Professor provides nice service to his guests.
“Yes, get me a refill.”
“Yes, of course, Master.”
It leaves my glass and rushes off. When it returns, it places a fresh glass before me and takes the old one away. I take a sip, and the drink is just how I like it. Nice!
“Master, is there anything else I can get you, Master? It has a hot napkin ready to clean up Master whenever Master needs it. I can also provide a shoulder massage as Master waits for my Owner’s honor guests.”
Honor guests? I wonder who they are.
“Yes, slave, a shoulder massage sounds good.”
OH SHIT! The boy knows what he is doing. I relax as my personal slave tends to my cock, and the Professor’s slave works my shoulders. I look around to see a slave behind each of the other Masters around the table. They are all giving massages or refilling drinks. The Professor is very generous in lending his slaves to us.
Jimmy reads my mind as he comments, “This is nice. The Professor is a great man. It is very generous to provide these slaves to tend to us personally. I wonder how many slaves the Professor owns?”
I nod, “Yeah, it is nice. My assigned slave’s hands are magical. The Professor must have at least 20 or more slaves.”
Johnny asks, “Do you believe what we were told? I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”
I add, “Yeah, it's crazy. I want to help. It's important, you know!”
Jimmy agrees, “Hell Yeah! We need to help. I, for one, don’t want to serve those machines. I’m thankful the Professor is including us. We need to get as many of those collars out on the farms and other places where AIs control massive amounts of slaves.”
We are interrupted by the house slave announcing, “Please, Masters, may I present our honor guests.”
At the same time, my assigned slave lets go of my shoulders and grabs the back of my chair. He pulls back, indicating that I should raise for the new guests.
The man who walks needs no introductions. We would recognize him anywhere: Owner of the most successful and influential Slave Auction house in the world. The father of modern-day slavery, Master Frank Richardson. The man who made it possible for Alphas and submissives to be themselves. I couldn't imagine not having a slave to serve me day and night. I will fight to keep my life as a Master. Then, we are even more surprised to see his twin sons, Master Alex and Master Jason, come and stand next to him. They, too, have done so much to make slavery acceptable and normal.
We all walk over and shake the famous men's hands. After we all introduce ourselves we all sit back down. Master Frank and his sons have their slaves tend to all their needs. They look well trained. Some getting drinks while others are under the table tend to more personal needs. They know what to do without being told. It's incredible to see. Their confidence in expecting everything to be done how they like is infectious. I want my slave to be like that. To know me so well that I don't need to say anything, and my needs are handled.
Then, we are again surprised by who enters the dining room. It’s the president and vice president of the WLO organization, Masters Malik (Martin) King and Marcus King. They got married not long after creating the most extensive training centers and auction houses for white slaves, the WLO organization. As Jimmy and Johnny said, they got their start by enslaving wealthy white families of old money.
This time, Jimmy and Johnny were the first to welcome the newcomers. They talk with the famous Black Masters like friends, but with the respect they deserve. Then it hit me! Master Malik and Master Marcus are the ones who saved Jimmy and Johnny from being slaves to the wealthy white family. The famous Masters later enslaved that very family and all their relatives. Behind Malik and Marus are two black slaves, a male and a female slave. They look familiar, and then I look at Johnny and Jimmy. The male slave looks like an older version of Johnny and Jimmy. I wonder if they are related. Yet, as expected, Johnny and Jimmy ignore the slave. However, it's very unusual for a black Master in the WLO organization to own a black slave.
I pulled out of my thoughts as I shake the famous Master’s hands. Shit, this dinner has the most powerful men in the world! I’m in awe as we all sit back down again.
A beautiful Asian slave comes in from the kitchen and whispers in the Professor’s ear.
The Professor clears his throat to get our attention, “Gentlemen, dinner is ready.”
With that, all the slaves around us go into the kitchen except for the ones under the table. Not long after, some slaves return with appetizers like shrimp scampi, oysters on a half shell, cheese balls, and cheese bread. Others come out with white and red wine.
My assigned slave asks, “Master, would you like some wine? My Owner has white and red wine. I’m told it’s of a good year.”
“Red would be good.”
“Excellent! Master.”
It then pours me a glass and places it in front of me. I take a sip and nod my approval.
“Master, would you like some of the appetizers?”
The Professor addresses me, “Mitch, everything is very good. My chef slave comes from my Royal cutlery slave school. Try the Oysters on a half-shell. They are fresh because they were harvested this morning and shipped here for this special occasion.”
“I nod to my assigned slave.”
He takes some tongs and grabs the shell of an oyster soaking in a dark liquid, bringing it to my face.
“Please, Master, may your slave feed you?”
“Yes, slave, feed me.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I open my mouth and tilt my head up slightly. He places the shell over the mouth, and the Oyster slides off the shell with the liquid. It’s better than I would have thought. I taste some sweat wine from the liquid. The slave continues feeding me more appetizers while we talk with the amazing Masters around me.
Master Alex sits next to me.
He turns to me, “So, you’re Mitch? It was your idea to make the slave competition?”
“Yes, the Professor invited me today after Jimmy told the Professor about my idea. We were working out in the gym when the Professor asked me to dinner.”
“It's an excellent idea. It will help with our mission. In fact, it will be key to our success. It reminds me of my original idea of the “Managed Bullying” program that started enslaving students at my school before it was legalized.”
“WOW! Yeah, I remember in my history class about the ‘Managed Bullying’ program that was the precursor to the moment of bringing about volunteer slavery laws. It helped parents agree to allow their children to help the school's bullying epidemic. Those children sacrificed their freedom to help others from being bullied against their will.”
“Well, you are sacrificing your college life to work for the mission with who knows what dangers you might face.”
“Not sure that’s the same. But thank you for recognizing my help.”
“Mitch, you are doing something that will be remembered for generations. Assuming we succeed.”
“Well, if we don’t, no one will know because we will all be slaves to the AIs.”
We both shudder at the thought.
“Yeah, Mitch, we must succeed at all costs.”
Everyone here must know about the mission and are doing their part to make it succeed.
Master Mailk sits by Jimmy, and Master Marus sits next to Johnny. They are talking about putting white slaves against each other. They know of many harems that are exclusive to the white breed of slaves, not just Black Owners but Arabic, Indian, Asian, and Native American. They see whites as an exotic breed in their homelands since most are sold as quickly as they go on the market. This has caused the price of white slaves to increase a hundredfold. Many are used as farm animals for labor. So, they only interact with their owners and the AI robots overseeing them. If Jimmy and Johnny can get their Owners to put a few slaves into the competition, we will have a foothold. Master Malik and Marcus promise to get them in touch with a few owners. Hopefully, the other farm owners will join the competition when they see their neighbors join up.
While they are working on non-white Owners, I will be focused on the white Masters of Candia USA, Europe, and Russia. The Latino Master will work in South America and Mexico. The native american Master will work with the native american nations.
While we are discussing who is assigned to which region of the world, our slaves feed us soup, salads, and the main course. I don’t even have to pick up my wine glass or the silverware. It helps us work on our plans for the mission. I even need to take a piss, and my personal slave takes care of those needs too.
When we finish dinner and the mission business, the Professor gives us one last surprise, “For the student Masters assembled here, I have a gift. The slaves assigned to you at this diner are yours for the length of the mission. They will attend to your personal needs and be your protectors and bodyguards. They’re skilled in all martial arts and any weapon known to humankind. Their bodies are classified as weapons. They are from my Royal Guard slave protection detail. Like this country's ‘Secret Service’. So, they will service you as they would serve my family. They were bred to serve the Royal family or anyone I tell them to serve. You are in good hands with them in service to you. In addition, all of the students' Masters are now my assistants. This will provide cover for being in contact with me so much throughout the mission. I expect you will assist me as any other assistant does now.”
I stand up, walk to him, and shake his hand, “Thank you so much, Professor.”
As we shake hands, he rubs my back affectionately and lowers his hand to trace it along my ass. Did the Professor make a move on me? I blow it off because I am thrilled to be the Professor's assistant and have another slave to serve me. Yet, I’m most relieved that the Royal slave will protect me from the AIs if they discover the real reason for the slave competition.
The Professor then calls out to all the Masters, “Now, if you wish to join me, I want to invite you to my playroom downstairs.”
We agree to join him, and he guides us to the basement. My two slaves follow me into the most decked-out dungeon I have ever seen. I thought my Dad had a cool dungeon that I used to train Jake.
This dungeon has several crosses that rotate in any direction and wenches hanging from the ceiling. Some wenches are connected to stand-up cages. There are fuck benches, milkers, and even electric branding rods. Along the walls are rooms that are outfitted with specialized scenes. There are roms for medical scenes, puppy play with a dog house, electrostimulation, and interrogation cells. There is even a room for a boss/slave office scene.
Master Alex pats me on the back, “Is there anything that sparks your interest?”
“I have always wondered what a whip feels like. Plus, the interrogation room looks intense but interesting. I bet it would be mind fucking which I enjoy doing to my slave.”
“Well, Mitch, I have learned that to be a great Master, you must understand your slave’s mind. The best way to know how it thinks is to experience what it goes through.”
I’m shocked at the suggestion!
“I bet you never heard that my Dad taught me how to be a Master by putting me in many of the scenes you see before you.”
“OH SHIT! You were your Dad’s slave!”
He laughs, “Fuck no! But he did put me in scenes that a slave would experience, like being whipped or being kicked in the nuts. Then we rented a slave from Father Micheal, so I tried out what Dad did to me and my brother.”
“He did the same things to your brother?”
“Well, Some of the same. Except Dad knew Jason wanted to own a slave pup. So, Dad put him through being a pup. He sometimes makes his older slave Ralph treat him as a pup. Of course, slave Ralph always knows he is owned, even if he is topping my brother. A slave will always be a slave. That is just the fact of owning them. But Masters sometimes needs to feel controlled. At times, I even ask my Dad to whip or punch me just to feel the endorphin rush. It's safer than doing drugs.”
That's unbelievable to hear Alex bottomed like that. Yet, it makes sense. If I know what my slave experiences, I will be able to read his body language better. He wouldn’t be able to hide things from me. I want to know what my slave is thinking or feeling. A slave shouldn’t hide anything from his Master.
Alex asks, “What do you think? Want to try being whipped?”
I look at Alex for a second and see he is serious.
“OK, If you think it will help me understand my slave better, sure!”
He approaches me and removes the top button of my shirt but stops, “May I?”
I nod my head yes and smile. Fuck he is so sweet but also confident that he knows what he’s doing. Well, he does have more experience at being a Master. I have heard he owns hundreds of slaves, all devoted to him! I’m starting to see why.
He continues to unbutton my shirt and pulls it off. Then he starts with my pants, removing the belt and unbuttoning the top button. He slowly lowers the zipper, all the while staring intensely at me. Shit! I felt so out of control. Yet, it feels good, too. Who knew? This must be what slaves initially feel when a Master claims them.
But before he lowers my pants, he orders, “Boy, remove your shoes and socks.”
I kneel and unlace my shoes while keeping eye contact with Alex. Fuck why can’t I look away? I get my shoes and socks off quickly.
“Boy, stand so I can strip you completely.”
Boy? I’m not a boy? Well! We are roleplaying, so why not? I stand up as ordered. Alex grabs both sides of my pants and pulls them down. Shit, I feel self-conscious, which hasn’t happened since I was very young. When I realized I was an Alpha, it stopped. Now, it's back!
So, I cover up my dick and balls like I was in grade school, and my face gets hot.
Alex smirks now, “Boy! Hands behind its back.”
I slowly move my hands behind my back.
“Better, boy! Boys have no right to hide from a Master.”
Now my whole body is heating up!
Alex then orders one of his slaves to remove my clothes. He takes them away and leaves the dungeon.
I yell out, “Where is that slave taking my clothes.”
Suddenly, I see the back of Alex’s hand come towards my face, and then it hurt like a motherfucker! I look at Alex with shock. He hit me!
“Boy, do you want to be punished again?”
I look down and shake my head no as I look at the floor.
He orders, “Boy, look at your Master when he addresses you?”
I snap my head up to look at Alex.
“Boy, What your Master does with its clothes is no concern of it.”
Master? Alex’s not my Master! Then I remember we are still roleplaying.
“Now! Let's do this.”
He spins me around and pushes me towards a cross. I stumble toward it. When we reach it, another of Alex’s slaves grabs my wrists and snaps on one of Father Micheal’s steel cuffs on each of them. At the same time, another slave snaps the same kind of cuff to my ankles. Then Alex presses a button on his phone.
I yell out, “OH SHIT!” as my wrists and ankles are pulled to the four ends of the cross in front of me.
Alex slaps my naked ass, “Shut up, slave boy!”
Slave boy? Yet, I feel intimidated by the more experienced Master. So, I keep my mouth shut.
Alex then leans against my back! My heart is running fast at being so vulnerable.
He whispers, “Is my slave boy scared?”
I nod my head yes.
“Good! This is what all slaves feel when their Master whips them for the first time!”
I can feel him rub his strong hands down my body like he owns it! He tweaks my nipples and strokes my dick. Fuck! Looking down, I see my dick is hard and leaking, too. Does being treated as a slave turn me on? This only scares me more, which fuels my excitement. I fear that I will want to be Alex’s slave, and he will really enslave me! It's what all Masters fear the most and the worst thing that could ever happen to a Master. Yet, is it that bad to be a slave?
Before I can think about it, Alex grabs my nuts and squeezes them hard. I cry out in pain! Why the fuck did he do that?
He whispers, “Cry all it wants! There is nothing it can do to stop what is about to happen. It's mine now!”
He laughs and steps back from the cross. I look back to see what he is doing, but one of his slaves grabs my head and pushes it between the cross.
“Slave, I would keep its head down, or its face might get whipped. We wouldn’t want to damage my property by mistake, would we?”
Out of fear, I yell, “NO, SIR!” and keep my head down.
The wait feels like hours! Then, out of the blue, I hear a crack just before a sharp sting hit my back! I scream! It's the worst pain I have ever felt! Just as the pain lessens, another sharp sting hits my back, causing me to scream out again! OH GOD! Then, before I can process anything, another hit! Now I’m screaming out with each hit of the whip. I want it to stop, but I’m in too much pain even to think straight! Finally, slowly, the intense, sharp pain gets less and less, but I still hear the crack of the whip. My mind is fuzzy. I can’t think at all! Then, slowly, each crack brings a sense of relief and peace. Now, my body warms up, and as I sway my head back and forth, something nice starts consuming my whole body. I moan as the pressure below starts increasing. What feels like hours later, I look down in a haze. I’m happily surprised to see my dick is rock-hard and dripping. Nice, that’s nice. Each crack keeps my dick leaking more, and I now look forward to hearing the crack.
I didn’t know when the cracks stopped. Yet, the floaty feeling continues. I feel sort of drunk but much better than any buzz I have ever felt. I love the feeling! I vaguely realize my ankles and wrists are freed from the cross.
WOW! I’m floating in the air. Yet, muscular arms are holding me at the same time. In a hazy cloud, I’m carried through a cell door and placed on a bed. I lay on the bed, and someone crawls beside me, spooning me. This is nice. We lay there as my wrists are locked to the bed by an unknown force. My ankles are locked to the bed, too. Hear heavy doors close and lock.
When I wake up a couple of hours later, the slave that Professor loaned me is in the bed with me. I look around and see that the walls are all made of steel. I’m naked but also feel the warmth of the slave’s body next to me. I try to get up, but my locked wrist prevents me. I pull again, but they will not budge. I test my legs, and I can’t move them either. Fuck! I start to pull harder even though I know breaking Father Micheal’s magnetic cuffs is impossible. I’m chained up. Why? Then I remember Master Alex stripping me and being cuffed to a cross. Shit! He whipped me!!!
HOLY FUCK! Master Alex whipped me. He said I was his now! I look around the room and realize I’m in a cell. What cell? Then the lights go out. I yell out, but no one comes.
The slave spooning me wakes up and holds me tightly. Dam, he is strong! The Professor is right. It feels like he is protecting me. Do I need protection? Did Master Alex claim me as his slave? I remember him calling me a slave. But we were just roleplaying, right?
In the dark, I feel scared but protected at the same time. I fear the worst thing a Master can fear.
The slave rubs my chest, “I got you. I will protect you no matter what happens.”
“What’s happening?”
“All I know is Master Alex locked us in here after he whipped you, Master.”
Then crazy sounds start filling the room. I try to cover my ears, but I can't reach them. The sound hurt some. Yet, there also are words in them, but I can’t understand them.
Suddenly, the loud sounds stop! I start to talk, but the sounds start up again. So, I stop talking. A few seconds later, the sounds stop. Each time I try to speak, the sounds start up. Now, I understand I’m not allowed to speak.
Then, a screen on the ceiling comes to life. Images of all the Masters at the diner start flashing across the screen. The words “MASTER ALEX” appears then images of slaves being whipped. Then, images of my whipping with more disturbing words flashing in between: like “MASTER”..“ALEX”, red welts on my back, “OWNED”...“BY”... “MASTER”...“ALEX” with different angles of my whipping between each word. Plus, even more disturbing are words like “BOY”, “PROPERTY”, “SLAVE”, “OWNED”, and “MASTER ALEX.” I try to close my eyes, but I can’t. The crazy sounds start hurting my ears. So, I open my eyes, and the sounds stop as soon as I open them. Each time I try to close them, the sounds return, hurting my ears. Fuck! I’m not allowed to close my eyes, either. What is happening to me?
The words come back more intensely. Am I being brainwashed? I try to think of anything but what I’m being forced to watch. I get angry! I hate being out of control. My anger builds. The more angry I get, the more my mind clears up. Yet, I can’t keep staying angry forever. So, I guide my slave bodyguard to my nipples and press his two fingers against my nipples. He understands and starts to pinch both my nipples. I get angry again, but my mind blanks out this time, and All that I can focus on is the nipple pain and the slave who is causing them to hurt. He is on my side. He is here to protect me. I close my eyes, so I can’t see the images. The crazy sounds start up, but they don’t hurt as bad as the pain in my nipples. So, I keep my eyes shut. All my focus is on the pain that my slave is giving me. Nothing else matters but the pain. Yes, I love that pain because it's from my protector. Then everything stops, and the lights go out.
My slave releases my nipples, and I breathe in heavily, trying to process the pain left in my nipples. They get better. A few minutes later, the cell door opens. The light from outside the door is blinding. Someone is standing there. Then, the light in the cell comes back on. I now can see who it is, Master Alex. Fear grips me. Is he here to claim me as his slave?
He laughs, “Mitch, it's OK you can relax. I’m not going make you my slave. Congrats! You passed the test!”
“What test?”
“First, let me release you.”
He presses a button on his phone, and the cuffs release their magnetic attraction to the bed's metal frame. Then he presses another button, and the cuffs fall off my wrists and ankles. My slave bodyguard helps me to a sitting position. I rub my wrist, seeing the marks from pulling on them.
I look up at Alex and ask again, “What test?”
“We wanted to know if you could resist being brainwashed.”
“Brainwashed?”
“Yes, the mission you are about to take on does have dangers. One is that the AI will, at some point, try to brainwash you. We needed to know if you could resist! We are pleased you did. It was brilliant to use nipple pain from your slave to break the focus of the images and pain from the sounds. The body will only focus on the most intense pain and block out most of the rest.”
“OH! WOW! I use the same idea when the dentist does something painful. I press my fingernail into a finger to create more intense pain than the dentist is doing at the time.”
“Well, it was smart. Using what you already know and applying it in a different situation shows you can adapt to new circumstances. Of course, you will need more training. This was just a simple brainwashing attempt. We need to train your mind to resist more advanced brainwashing methods.”
I get nervous about hearing this.
“More advanced method. I don’t know if I can resist something more advanced.”
“Mitch, yes, you will with our help. We will train you to protect yourself. Also, if we fail, having those skills would be good. It would be less likely that they will be able to enslave you. So you have nothing to lose if you try.”
“What happens if you did brainwash me? Would I have ended up your slave?”
“Of course you would.”
“WHAT!”
Alex laughs, “No, I’m joking. We would stop it before that happened. Plus, we have ways to reverse brainwashing. We need those skills in case one of our own does end up brainwashed. So, you're in safe hands. You will undergo intense anti-brainwashing training sessions for the next few weeks.”
Nod my understanding, then think, “Would you whip me again?”
Alex laughs again, “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Well, not at first, but it got much better later on?”
“Yeah, the pain releases intense endorphins that flood your system. It is the body’s natural painkiller. The side effect is an intense high. In time, you will be able to control when it happens and for how long. The AIs will try to use pain like a whipping to get you into a suggestive state. You need to know how to pull yourself out of the state.”
“Is that why you suggested to whip me?”
“Yes, it helped you respond to the brainwashing, but you found a method to block it in time. Of course, we would have stopped it before you would end up mine.”
He laughs again, and now I understand his wicked humor.
“One more thing that you might want some training with. Did you know AI robots are closer to human Masters than you think? To be effective overseers, they have realistic cocks.”
My eyes open wide, “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
With a sadistic smirk, “Yep, I do. It needs to be done. Otherwise, your first fuck might end up with a machine. Trust me, they know how to get any guy they fuck to want more of them. One of the only reasons more Masters haven’t been enslaved is because we don’t generally get fucked. However, I know the power that a fuck can have on a guy. Why do you think my brother and I are so close?”
My eyes go wide with the realization of what he is saying. His brother has fucked him before. That’s why they are so close. It’s not just because they are twins. So, if the AI captures and fucks me, I could become addicted to their realistic cocks.
So, I nod my head, “OK, Alex. Please fuck me!”
I can’t believe I just asked a guy to fuck me.
“Boy, prepare him!”
I’m confused, then see that my slave bodyguard gets up and grabs my wrists. He pulls me to an open shower stall. He pulls out an enema tube and shows it to me.
“Master, please turn around.”
I turn around to see Alex watching. Shit! This is embarrassing.
The slave leans in and whispers, “Master, when I insert the tube, clinch tightly.”
I do as instructed. Quickly, I feel bloated and some pain, and then the water stops.
“Master, keep your hole clinched. Don’t let any water out.”
I do as he pulls the tube out. Then I’m pushed to a toilet next to the open shower. He pushes me down on the seat.
“Master, let it go.”
I unclinch, and a rush of water comes out. We do this until the water comes out clean. I know this is done by hundreds of slaves every day around the world, but it still feels personal. To do it in the open with other Master’s watching is really embarrassing. Maybe that’s the point. So I don’t feel embarrassed, so the AIs don’t use that as another vector to control me. I remember how humiliating my personal slave showed him I had the power to humiliate him, which is considered a weakness for boys. I guess it’s a weakness for Alphas, too. This is why Masters try not to get into these types of situations in the first place. As Masters, we usually have the power to do that. But if an AI does capture me, I lose that power.
The last time I’m bent over in the shower stall, the slave lubes up my hole. He has big hands for a slave. It must be the training to be a lethal weapon. I grunt in pain when he has all five fingers in me. Fuck! It hurts. But he doesn’t stop. Soon, his fist pops into my hole. I scream out when it pops in. He slowly pushes, causing me to grunt again, but it doesn’t hurt as much. He carefully rotates his hand in my hole. This causes my hole to expand even more! Finally, he slowly pulls out of me. Why did he just fist me?
He then grabs my wrist and leads me to where Alex is standing.
“Come!” commands Alex, and he walks out to a raised chair in the dungeon's center. All the others look at us while they work over their slaves.
My two slaves follow as Alex leads me to the chair. He sits on it. He is naked, but he looks like he is on a throne. In a way, he is a king of an empire. He owns the largest import and export business dealing with selling and buying slaves. He looks at me with the knowledge that he could have me enslaved with just a phone call. I no doubt believe he could, and no one would stop him. He is part of the most powerful family in the world! Yet, he didn't do that. He wants me but doesn't take me.
"Mitch, come take a ride if you want to. He holds up his massive cock to me as an invitation."
It's impressive. No, he's impressive. I have to admire his confidence and the way he got me to agree to fuck myself with his powerful tool. As I walk towards him. Our eyes never sway as I climb onto his lap. He grabs my face and kisses me as my hole touches his big mushroom head. I push down, allowing my well-lubed hole to open up once again! The pressure increases as my hole opens wider. As the largest part is about to enter past my tight opening, the pain starts anew. His kisses help distract me enough for his cock head to fall inside me. I’m now thankful for the fisting! I use gravity to help his massive cock to fall further inside of me. I can't believe my virginity is being taken by Master Alex Richardson, one of the three most powerful men on the planet. He is the youngest billionaire in the world. He must have fucked hundreds of slaves and men too. But he wants me!
I feel so special! I'm so full as his cock is now deep inside my hole.
He whispers, "Ride me. Make your man feel good."
My man. Does he want to be my man?
He grabs both my hands and brings them to a bar that must have been lowered for me to grab hold of. I grab it and pull myself up. Then, let gravity do its thing. I slowly fuck myself on one of the three most powerful cocks in the world! All rumors are true. It's a Superior cock. Alex starts moving his hips in unison with me.
WOW! That's amazing! I know that slaves have said being fucked is mind-blowing, but I never imagined how good it could be. I stretch my neck forward so my tongue can fight for domination of Alex’s mouth. Yet, he doesn’t back down! In fact, he increases his fucking, so I have to keep up. It’s a good thing I work out a lot.
We fuck for three hours. Alex carries me all over the dungeon as he takes charge. We fuck in every possible position! Finally, we end up in the cell I was locked up in earlier. On the bed, we both shoot at the same time. I was on the edge for the last hour, so I could quickly shoot when Alex dumped his load into my hole. After we finish, I collapse in Alex’s arms, exhausted, falling into a deep sleep.
I dream about being Alex’s boyfriend and bottom boy. We are in love and travel all over Europe. He teaches me how to become an experienced Master, and I give him what he needs: dominating an Alpha boy. I wake up with another hard-on. Fuck! Did I dream that?
I hear voices outside the cell, “Alex, you can’t risk the mission. You know what happened to Eric.”
“Dad, don’t remind me! That was your doing! Your plan! I was too young to see the signs! This is different. I can help him. He needs someone to protect him. Besides, I think he is cute and boyfriend material.”
“OK, I can’t stop you, but just be careful. I know how you can get when you can’t get what you want.”
Alex laughs, “Dad! Look who’s talking! How many real boyfriends have you had? I have more experience with long-term relationships despite what happened to them.”
Shit, are they talking about me? Does Alex want to be my boyfriend? I thought back to the wonderful dream. Maybe it’s possible. To be a boyfriend with one of the world's top three most powerful men would be something!
Then Alex looks at me, “Oh, you’re awake. Come here. I want you to meet my Dad.”
I nervously get up and walk to the most powerful man in the world! Fuck! This is unbelievable!
When I reach Alex’s side, he pulls me into him by my hips like we are boyfriends already. Fuck, my dick is still hard. There is nothing like meeting your potential boyfriend’s father with a hard-on for his son.
Yet, like a father would, Frank put his hand on my shoulder, ignoring my horny state.
I nervously say, “It's nice to meet you… Sir.”
Frank laughs, “No need for the formalities. Just call me Frank like all my friends.”
“OH! OK, Frank.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Impressed?” Is he talking about taking Alex’s huge cock?
“Yes, To take on a critical mission to save the human race. That’s a lot of pressure to put on a college student.”
“OH! Right, that. I want to do my part to save everyone. Plus, I’m saving my family, my friends, and myself. Someone has to step up! You know the old saying. ‘The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.’”
“OH! Young man, you impress me even more.”
Alex pulls me closer and kisses me quickly.
“Dad, see, I told you. He will do what is right, and I will help!”
Alex then grabs my hand and leads me out of the dungeon and up the stairs to one of the spare rooms of the mansion.
I whisper, “Shouldn’t we ask to be in here?”
“Don’t worry, Master Masood and I are long-time friends going back to high school days. It's not my first time bringing a boy up here to be alone.”
I smirk and look into his eyes. DAM! He is so fucking hot! He pulls me into another kiss. We again fight for dominance of each other’s mouths.
Suddenly, I’m lifted in the air and placed gently on the bed. He is much different than he was in the dungeon. He slides next to me on the bed, and we stare into each other’s eyes.
I’m so focused on Alex that I don’t even notice several slaves following us up to the room. Two are mine, and five or more are Alex’s. Each has taken up a station around the room and in the adjoining bathroom. Alex ignores them like they don’t exist. I ignore them because all that does exist is Alex.
We make passionate love all night long with our slaves providing anything we need. Yes, I could see being Alex’s boyfriend.
