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, consensual and non-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 story starts a year after slave Ricky was registered as a slave in his hometown. This chapter follows a typical day of slave Ricky’s life. It also explains the background of how Ricky was enslaved and how society has changed since his enslavement.
Author’s Notes: This is a spinoff story of ‘Owning my Family’. Yet, you don’t have to read OMF to enjoy this new story arc. Even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn’t condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. .
Characters:
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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. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door
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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.
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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.
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Slave Eddy White (Teacher) - Permanent slave of Master Alex. Master Alex’s Teacher. 45 years old, 5ft 5 inches tall, 130 pounds, 6 inches cut dick.
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Slave Scotty White - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Stay at home partner of slave Eddy White. 43 years old, 5th 5 inches tall, 129 pounds, 4.5 inches uncut dick.
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Slave Ricky White - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Son of slaves Eddy and Scotty White. The biological son of slave Scotty White. 19 years old. 5th 10 inches tall, 150 pounds, 7 inches uncut dick.
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Prince/Master Masood - Son of a prince who fled his kingdom to love a man. Now his son is of age to be a prince for his Kingdom but lives outside of the Kindom. He goes to school at a private local college. Master Alex and Prince Masood have a deal to protect each other’s boys. The prince protects and has full use of slave Ricky at their college while Master Alex protects the Prince’s boyfriend from predators at Alex’s high school. The prince has experience with owning slaves since his family has owned slaves for generations in his kingdom. So, his college is putting Masood in charge of teaching Masters of the school how to properly own slaves. Slave Ricky and the prince used to be best friends until Ricky volunteered to be enslaved. Prince Masood is 20 years old, 6 ft 2 in tall, 10-inch wide cock, 190#, Arabic with a brown skin tone that compliments his royal status.
POV slave Ricky
After Master Alex registered me as his slave (ie. an Intelligent Animal) in front of the Judge and my whole town, my life changed both in my hometown and at the college I attend. Whenever I come and go from my hometown’s city limits, my collar is scanned by guards at the gates of our town. The scanner tells the guards who owns me, who can oversee me, and how I should be dressed.
Every day for the past year, I either run to college naked, taking Master Masood, my overseer, to school in a rickshaw. It’s the favorite form of transportation for Masters within my town and at my college. My body is more fit then it has ever been, especially my legs as running along the streets pulling the rickshaw behind me keeps them strong!
Of course, on the days that Master Masood has no classes to attend or teach, I run to the school naked without the rickshaw. It is left at Master Masood’s home so his other slaves can take him to any place he wants to go. The rickshaw is outfitted with all the modern conveniences a 20-year-old would want, a built-in high-def speaker system, tablets mounted at arm's reach, cup holders, and even a small refrigerator running on rechargeable batteries connected to solar panels on the roof. This all adds to the weight that has strengthened my legs and back even more. I have gained 50 pounds in muscle mass in the past year! I proud of my body because my Master Alex and Master Masood enjoy my new looks.
The county where my town and college reside has changed its laws about nudity for slaves like me. This is because the county has legalized volunteer slavery just like my hometown did. Plus, most of the counties and towns in our state have now legalized volunteer slavery. It will not be long until the state has done so too. There is a proposal in our state constitution to be changed by direct vote from both free people and slaves of the state. For this special state proposal, slaves will be allowed to vote. After the state constitution is changed slaves will have no legal rights to vote for state or local elections, since at the state level we will be reclassified as “Intelligent Animals” (IA). Already, my hometown and my county, I have been reclassified as an IA.
The Mayor of my hometown who signed the first law to bring back slavery is now our state Governor. His adopted son who just graduated high school took over as Mayor after his father resigned to be the Governor. Our new Mayor, Master George Jackson. has openly come out as the Master of his household. He has registered all of his help as his slaves. The Governor still lives in the Mayor’s mansion but hasn’t identified himself as a Master. What people don’t know is the Governor who adopted Master George is really a slave to his son George and owned Master Frank, the father of my Master Alex. Master Frank hasn’t registered the Governor as his slave yet because he’s using the Governor to make sure the slavery laws get passed at the state level. There are plans for the governor to run for president of the country. At that point, Master Frank could have the president call for an amendment to the country's constitution.
As for the special state proposal, the Governor and lawmakers agreed that it would be best if Intelligent Animals (IAs) like me, are allowed to vote only this one time. It will prove that the IAs (slaves) have voluntarily given up their rights as free citizens. So, when it goes to the Supreme Court of the nation there will be evidence that the slaves freely give up their rights as human beings to be reclassified as “Intelligent Animals” or “IA’s”. Since the slaves of our state, all volunteered to be enslaved, we will all vote in favor of the change to our state constitution. With the rate at which more free citizens are being registered as IAs every day and with their Masters’ vote, it's predicted that the proposal will pass by an overwhelming majority. Many other states are following suit as they see the benefits of owning slaves can bring to their state. The benefits include a new tax revenue, free manual labor, lower levels of bullying in schools, and better distribution of power since more whites are registering at a much higher percentage than minorities.
So, today as we take off to school, I pull the rickshaw with Master Masood riding behind me. As usual, he whips my back to get me started. The sting of the whip quickly gets my attention so I run as hard as I can to please him! Anytime I slow down, I feel the sting of the whip. Of course, free people don’t want to hear my screams while they relax in their homes. So, I’m always gagged when pulling the rickshaw. The gag has a hole in the center to allow me to breathe better while I run.
As we approach the gate of our hometown, guards one of the guards scans the QR code shown on the e-ink display of my slave collar. Then, I’m ordered to walk through a body scanner like at the airport. The body scans are automatically compared to what is on file to verify who I am, who’s my owner, if I’m properly dressed, and if my collar and wrists/ankle cuffs show any signs of tampering. The results of the scans are sent to my Master (Master Alex) via the ‘Slave App’ that all Masters are required to sign up for in order to register their slaves. If anything is out of the ordinary the guards will detain me in one of the cages just outside the guard shack. I would have to wait in a 3x3x5 foot cage until my Master came to retrieve me. Fortunately, that has never happened.
The ‘Slave App’ shows the guards if I can leave the town and what my destination is. If I tried to leave the town borders without my Master’s permission then the collar and the cuffs would punish me with a strong electric shock. The town borders has an invisible electric fence surrounding it like you would have for dogs around your home. Of course, my Master would be informed immediately if I tried to leave the town without permission. He would then publicly whip me to show other slaves what not to do. Again, that has never happened. Besides, through the ‘Slave App” Masters can assign routes with GPS tracking to control where their slaves can and cannot go. So, it’s impossible to even approach the town’s borders unless I have permission. As you can see, we are well regulated property of our owners.
My collar, cuffs, and the ‘Slave App’ were created by Father Michael, who runs a closed church community of only men and their slave boys. What goes on behind the walls of Father Micheal’s community is kept a close secret to only those within the community. All I know is Father Micheal has many slave boys and they made the high-tech collar and cuff I wear 24/7. Plus, they produce the slave stew and many other slave control devices. I never met this Father Michael but I see his slave boys once a week when they deliver slave control devices and slave stew to Master Jason’s main slave outfitters store downtown and to the satellite store on my college campus. You see, I work for Master Jason in his satellite store.
I'm naked at the gate of our town because I haven’t been allowed clothes since I was registered a year ago. In my hometown and my county, I'm legally owned property of my Master Alex with even a ‘Deed of ownership’. So, only Master can decide what I can wear. Of course, I knew I would never wear clothes again once registered because it was in the slavery contract I signed a year and a half ago. Master wants all his slaves to be naked 24/7 for the rest of our lives. So, of course, I pull the rickshaw to campus naked as I should be.
On our way to school, Master Masood is relaxing in the rickshaw’s bench seat behind me as my cousin, Wes, services his marvelous cock. Public use of slaves, even sexual, is now commonplace. Slavery has brought about a new sexual freedom that has been seen since the late 60’s and 70’s. Well, the sexual freedom is really about the use of slaves since society sees us differently than free people. We are tools to be used to make our Owners happy. It’s our purpose and we all agreed to be used this way. It’s the reason for signing a slavery contract in the first place. So, we know what we are signing up for. The new slavery laws just reinforces what we commited ourselve to.
My cousin Wes’s parents kicked him out of their house for being a submissive. They did the same thing to his older brother William a few years ago. Their father is an asshole thinking that his sons should be Alphas! Before it was being gay that was considered abnormal, weak, or sick. Now it’s being submissive that’s being used to hide their own submissive nature. True Alphas value of their subs. From what I can tell Wes’s father is submissive hiding as an Alpha. Guys like him are the reason why my Master’s family wants to bring submission and domination into our everyday lives. To show the world that it’s OK to be submissive or a slave. That we are valuable property and not trash to be thrown away! Hiding us away only allows guys like Wei’s father to abuse their sons or others to hide their deep shame for not living up to what society expects them to be. So, Master’s family is changing society's expectations.
About six months ago Wes approached Master Masood and me as I pulled us between our town and our college campus. Master Masood listened to his story. Wes explained about being kicked out for being a sub. Also, that his brother lives in a neighboring country but Wes doesn’t have a passport, so he could go live with his brother. Master Masood told Wes it reminds him of his parents being kicked out of their island kingdom for being gay over 20 years ago. Master Masood is a prince of that kingdom and third in line for the throne. So, he felt sorry for Wes and asked him if he wanted to be his first legal slave in our country. Wes naturally jumps at the idea.
Like me Wes is gay so we went to gay bars together many times. I fucked him at the bar a few times without his parents finding out he was a submissive bottom boy. I guess they found out anyway. I assume seeing me as a slave gave Wes the courage to submit to Master Masood.
So, Wes transferred to our college and now lives with Master Masood and his gay parents. They pay for his education in exchange for being Master Masood’s slave. He serves all three of them as a family slave, but he’s registered to Master Masood. When Master Masood’s parents found out about Wes they wanted to know more about him and his family. Wes told them about his older brother being a gay submissive boy and kicked out too. That he lives over the border. Over the last six months, they have had Wes’s brother, William, over their house several times for long weekend trips. I have served alongside both of my cousins as Master Masood and his family use my family as slaves we are meant to be. William just signed his slavery contract with Master Masood’s parents and they will register him soon. Owning slaves will help Master Masood’s parents get into better standings within their Kingdom. Owning slaves in the Kingdom is a sign of power and respect. Being responsible slave owners will show their King that they could be responsible rulers. Similar to parents having a child take care of a dog.
You might wonder how Master Masood became my overseer for my Master. Master Masood was my best friend before my enslavement. We lived next door to each other all our lives. Yet, Masood always took the lead on anything we did together. On the first full day of my enslavement, Master Alax had me go to his brother's (Master Jason) slave outfitter’s shop to have all my hair permanently removed. When I left the shop hairless, collared and naked, my best friend, Masood, saw me in front of the store. That’s when he saw the slave heart inside me and took control of me right away. However, before using me sexually he asked for my Master’s permission. That’s when my Master and Masood came up with their arrangement. Master Masood would be my overseer in exchange for Master Alex protecting Master Masood’s boyfriend in our town’s high school. Since I’m a slave, none of this arrangement was discussed with me. Well, Master or my former best friend never consults my opinion on anything related to my life now! I just do what I’m ordered to do without question. I volunteered to be enslaved so I’m happy to obey them.
Now, my enslavement was caused by my father challenging our Master's use of his other slaves in front of the school where my adopted father teaches. So, Master enslaved my parents and then me to show my father that he’s inferior to Master by taking everything from him. It worked! My father thought he was an Alpha but he was so wrong. The same was true for me. In order to impress my Father, I hide as an Alpha. Not until Master showed me my true nature, I didn’t understand how wrong I was! My birth father, Scotty, is the brother of Wes’s father. Yet, Scotty understood his submissive nature since childhood. Whereas, I think Wes’s father, my Uncle, didn’t want his son to end up like Scotty. So, he pushed Wes away into Master Masood’s arms. It all turned out for the best as Wes is much happier now than when he lived with his parents.
My Master believes that once he enslaves someone he offers that same for all the immediate family members. If the other family members don’t agree to be enslaved too, then the slave must break ties to his family. His slaves must be completely devoted to him and any free family members are a distraction. That’s how he aquired a large harem of slaves, by enslaving whole families. His father, Master Frank, is the same way.
Plus, my Master loves owning slaves. The power and satisfaction of owning them drives him to acquire more. So, it is no wonder he acquired a very wealthy family not long after enslaving my family. This made him independently wealthy so he no longer had to rely on his wealthy father for financial support. Plus, not long after that Master acquired the whole extended family; uncle, aunts, nephews, nieces, and cousins. They all work for Master in the shipping company the family used to own. Master now owns the company after acquiring the family. Master is now one of the wealthiest young men in the country. Master has long-term plans for the shipping company. It’s going to expand into a slave transportation company once the whole nation legalizes volunteer slavery.
On my college campus, I’m also required to be naked per my Master’s directions to the school. This is possible because the Dean of our school is also a Master and so is his son who’s another teacher, and a department head at the school. Both are on the board of directors for the school. In fact, the Dean is the president of the board. Therefore, the Dean has lots of power on how to run the private college. He’s in favor of the new slavery laws. So, when our town passed the volunteer slavery law, he quickly closed the gates of our school so that only students and the faculty can enter the campus grounds.
Now, once we get inside the campus gates, my collar is again scanned and I walk through another body scanner before allowing to get back to the rickshaw.
Throughout the campus, there are cameras to watch our every move. The cameras are connected to an artificial intelligence that makes sure slaves are compliant with their Master's orders. The AIs make sure we are on time for our assigned classes and our duty assignments. All slaves are required to work part-time for the school to cover expenses for training slaves. So, between serving my Alphas's needs, my duty requirements in my hometown and college, and working for Master Jason I’m busy seven days a week. Slaves never get time off. Even when our Masters are on vacation we are not. We serve 24/7. It's our purpose in life to serve our owners however they might want us to.
To keep me working 7 days a week the AI controlling my collar uses powerful electric shocks to punish me if I’m late for any classes or duty assignments. Then the AI informs my Master if I was punished. This sucks because Master has Master Masood punish me too when we get home!
For on-the-spot punishments, the AI does most of these as needed. Yet, teachers and faculty can administer punishments anywhere on campus. It’s now in the bylaws of the college that they have the right to punish any slave on campus.
So, for newly enslaved students, it's not uncommon to see teachers or faculty having a slave bent over a bend and caned. All teachers and faculty are taught how to cane a slave properly without permanently damaging the slave. They all carry canes strapped to their thighs in a leather carrier. Since Master Masood comes from a country that has owned slaves for centuries. So, he has experience in punishing and training slaves. Therefore, the Dean put him in charge of training the teachers and faculty on how to punish slaves with canes, whips, floggers, and paddles.
Of course, my Master had to agree to the punishment requirements for me to attend the school. He is a big believer in corporal punishment so it wasn’t an issue. To my Master and now most free people, I’m just an animal. So, corporal punishment is the best way to train a slave animal like me.
If the body scan that I just passed through finds something unusual, the guards would once again cage me. If my Master allows it, a cavity search can be performed. What guards can and cannot do to me is all in the “Slave App” which the guards all have installed on their phones.
In a cavity search, three fingers would be shoved up my ass to loosen me up, then a camera replaces the fingers. They say it's so slaves don't try to smuggle in items that our Master doesn't want a slave to have, like either drugs or sex toys. Only my Master can approve sex toys to be used on me. Of course, no mind-altering drugs are allowed to be used by any slaves. Our Masters want us to be in top form so we can serve their needs to the best of our abilities.
When the inspection is completed, my Master is once again informed of the results. No part of my life is unknown by my Master.
I drop Master Masood off at his first class of the day. Slave Wes goes with him and kneels beside his Master in the class just in case his Master needs anything including swallowing his urine. This is of course so his Master doesn’t miss any of the lectures. Wes also takes notes of th lecture when not servicing his Master. The cameras in our slave collar also records the lecture to make sure we don’t miss anything important. It’s important to our Master that are well educated. More and more low level white and blue collar jobs are being performed by slaves. Management positions are being reserved for Masters.
I will join them when Master Masood teaches his slave training classes. Wes and I are usually his demo slave boys for these classes. My last class of the day matches Master Masood’s last class so I can take him and Wes home in the rickshaw.
After dropping Master Masood and Wes off at their first class, I run to the slave outfitters shop that Master Jason owns on campus. I open up the shop for the day, working for two hours. Then Master Jason will have another slave to relieve me. Most likely it will be another student slave that my Master Alex owns.
After two hours, Master Masood will be done with his classes so I will need to take him to the slave training center across campus. He will train new Masters on how to be responsible owners and teach slaves how to serve with respect and efficiency. Master Masood is very good at what he does. He created most of the training courses for the Masters and slaves. With Master Masood’s guidance, our college is getting a reputation for producing the most obedient, efficient slaves and the most competent Masters in the state. More Masters and slaves are joining our college every semester just to able to go through Master Masood’s curriculum.
Most of Master Jason’s workers are owned by Master Alex. My Master’s family work as a team to bring about volunteer slavery as the law of the land. You could say, they are the most powerful and influential family of our time!
My job at the store is to sell more collars and slave control devices or equipment for Masters of the school. This just adds to the profits for Master Jason and fuels the slavery movement. Getting the new Masters to buy from Master Jason early in the movement allows him to corner the market. So, to help make more sales, I have to demonstrate how the slave collars and other slave control devices work. My Master had a special mode created in the Slave App for demonstration purposes only! The new Masters can simulate a punishment where I'm shocked to the point that I'm completely immobilized. At other times, a new Master might want to know about the other features like health and surveillance monitoring.
The Masters like that they can monitor their slave's health 24/7. If something is life-threatening on campus, trained medical techs are called who take us to hospitals that specialize in slave medical care. All the health information is sent to the “Intelligent Animal Doctors (IADs) of the hospital via the “Slave App”. It’s now the law that all slaves must be seen by IADs instead of doctors for free human citizens.
If there is a need for medical assistance, the med techs of the school must stay with the slave until their Master arrives. The special hospital for slaves is called “Intelligent Animal Hospital”. The IAH knows our status as slaves so our Masters are called to make any medical decisions. We are property, so, it makes sense that our Master’s can make all the decisions on our treatment. It is no different than a parent making medical decisions for their child. The IAH is publicly funded by the county to make sure slaves are treated correctly per our classification as Intelligent Animals (IAs) and high-value property. The more healthy a slave is the more its worth. The more it's worth the more taxes are collected when sold. So, IAHs are set to an even higher level of care than the care for free human citizens. The sales taxes on sold slaves and the slave control devices help fund the IAH. Much of the nurses and staff at the IAH are slaves the volenteered to be owned by the IAH farther reducing the cost. Plus, my Master’s family and other wealthy families of our county have funded the IAH’s start-up cost in order to support legalizing volunteer slavery.
However, young slaves of the college rarely need emergency medical assistance. If it's something minor, the collars can detect it and call the campus med tech who can take of the medical needs on campusl. Slaves are actually healthier than free citizens because medical issues are caught way sooner. Full medical examinations of all slaves are done every 3 months. Preventive care is important to keep the slave healthy. This further reduces the cost of the IAH.
The other selling feature of the slave collars is a complete monitoring system through built-in AI monitoring using the built-in mic, cameras, wifi geo-fencing, lidar, and GPS trackers. The AI protects us from dangerous situations with the use of all the monitors. Plus, with wireless ear buds connected to the collar the AI can give us orders.
Master Jason requires me to demonstrate the collar’s lidar capabilities within the store. The lidar sensors are all around my slave collar where it does a scan of any new place I enter and stores the 3D representations/models in the cloud for the AI to analyze. The AI links it with GPS coordinates and wifi geo-fencing security system companies like Master Frank owns. So, the AI can track me outside and inside any build I enter. These sensors allow my Master to map my routes outside and within buildings. The routes are mapped on top of the 3D models. If I deviate from the route’s path then I get shocked. The further off I get from the assigned path, the more it shocks me until I get back on the path.
A new student Master, comes into the shop. He looks Asian with a very handsome face and a well-developed toned body which make my dick jump! He smirks at me, seeing my reaction.
I walk up to him with my hands behind my back, “Hello Sir, how may this slave serve you today? Is there anything in particular you’re interested in?”
“OH! Yes, slave, I’m Master Wei and I need a collar for my new slave boy! I understand you sell special ones required by the school for tracking slaves on the school grounds?”
I give the new Master a friendly smile, “Yes, Sir. The school requires all slaves to wear tracking collars on school grounds. It ensures all slaves are at their required classes or work assignments per the contract that their Masters signed to allow them up with to attend this school.”
I walk over to a display case showing different levels of high-tech, thick steal slave collars. I pull out one of Father Michael’s standard slave collars which all have tracking capabilities. Master Jason’s shop on campus only carries full tracking capable collars for the outside and within of builds per the school’s new regulations for managing slaves.
“Here Sir, this is a standard slave collar that is the minimum required regulations by the school.”
He examines the collar and then asks, “What’s the more advanced collar you sell?”
I show him over to another glass case that displays a special featured additions for the collar and cuffs.
“Sir, this is the more advance slave collar / control device system. It’s called “Complete Control System” (CCS).”
I give Master Wei a special store tablet that can take control of my collar which is part of the CCS system. I show him how to use his fingers to map a path around the store. I also show him how to put in a timer for me to make the trek through the store. I explain to him that I’m shocked if I deviate from the path or don’t complete the trek in the allowed time. So, he asks what happens if I deviate from the path. So, I purposely deviate and fall to my knees in pain as I crawl back to the path. The pain gets worse if I go the wrong way.
Master Jason likes to show the full capability of the tracking system so he sets its maximum power automatically before the demo begins. Master Wie laughs at me when I fall to my knees, wincing in pain until I'm back on the path. Like most Masters, he seems to enjoy seeing me punished for incorrect behavior even though I was just demonstrating the system’s capabilities.
Every time I demo the system, the Masters purchase the collars for their slaves so it’s worth it. Well! It's not like I have a choice!
Father Michael has now created a subscription plan for the different levels of control. The lowest level includes lidar so all slaves are tracked inside and outside The subscription keeps the software updated regularly. The different levels allow Masters who can't afford the highest subscription level to pay for a cheaper subscription. The highest level is the “Complete Control System” which can physically control and provide assistance with moving heavy objects. The slaves become like robots with CCS in control.
So, of course, Master Jason requires me to demo the CCS. So, I explain to Master Wei how to connect the CCS add-ons to my existing collar and cuffs, plus more recently a special contact lenses were added to provide an interactive heads-up display using augmented reality. There is a demo mode so slaves like me can help Masters navigate the menu on the tablet Master Wei is holding. The tablet is in CCS demo mode with the tablet’s display mirrored to my heads-up display. So, I can explain how the CCS menu works by just moving my eyes.
So to demonstrate the CCS capabilities, I suggest Master Wei have me move a very heavy fuck bench from one side of the store to the other. With the CCS exoskeleton controlling my body, it’s easy to move the bench.
Master Wei asks, "Can the power assists provided by the CCS exoskeleton be dialed down?"
"Yes, Master Wei."
With contacts tracking my eyes movements, I show him by highlighting the menu on the tablet he's holding. At key tap points of the screen, I show him how to find the slide bar to change the assists from 100 to 0 percent. I also show him where to find the recommended time limits suggested by my AI controller. Of course, he can override the suggestions. I explain that the AI's suggestions are designed to make us slaves the most efficient in serving our owners.
So. of course he is curious and moves it to 50 percent. Then, have me move the bench back to its original location. I can barely lift it. He watches me struggling, smirking as I strain to get the bench back to its original place but missing the time limit by 20 seconds. Suddenly, I wince in pain as an electrical shock courses throughout my body. I hate this part and grit my teeth, baring the pain hoping it will end soon. The time for my punishment varies each time. So, it's hard to prepare for how long I will have to endure my punishment.
The Master Wei comments, "Interesting. I would like to purchase two CCS systems for my family’s twin slave boys acquired to work in my family’s appliance stores back home. Dad is always complaining that they are not strong enough to lift the heavier appliances for our delivery services. Plus, for my personal slave on campus, I will need a collar, wrist and ankle restraints, and a chastity cage. The boy has a bit of ADD so I have to constantly keep him focused on the task at hand. "
"Understand, Master Wei. Please bring your personal slave boy by for a fitting. Might I suggest adding the AR contact lenses to keep him on task. The AR has been found to be very helpful for slaves with ADD, modifying their behavior when required.”
“OH, the contacts can be added without the CCS?”
“Yes, Sir. Also, if the slave already wears contact then the AR can automatically adjust for the slave’s vision with a script from his Intelligent Animal Doctor (IAD). Of course the AR contacts are an added cost but well worth it for the additional productivity your slave will provide you.”
“OK boy, that sounds good.”
“Sir, where is your family business located?"
"Boy, it's a couple of towns over. About a 4 hour drive away."
"OK Sir, for your twin slaves at home, they are close enough to have one of Master Jason’s slaves drive over to your family business and do the fitting for the CCS system. The slave will verify that CCS fits correctly before he leaves. Being that your family slaves are twins, Master Jason should be able to apply a discount if they are the same size. If you have recent pictures of them, do you mind showing them to me?"
Master Wei smiles, "Yes, Dad just acquired them so I took a few pictures of them to show my friends."
He shows me two beautiful slim white boys. Yeah, they are tall, cute, and identical.
"Yes Sir, they fit within the discount since the two CCS systems will be made identically."
"Excellent! My father’s twin slaves are 19 so they still might be growing some. Will they have to get new CCS gear after they stop growing?
"No Sir, the CCS system has some adjustments for the growth of younger slaves. However, if they put on weight in the midsection, arm, or thighs then they will need to be refitted for the larger body mass. Master Jason has an additional sectional that can be added to the collar, cuffs, and midsections to accommodate these types of changes throughout the slave's life. These additional sections are in addition to the initial investment in the CCS system. Not all slaves will grow out so the add-on sections aren’t included with your initial investment."
"OH. That's good to know. I will bring my personal slave boy in at launch. He is busy unpacking my suitcases now. So, while he's doing that, I wanted to check out the campus. When applying for this school, I noticed that the brochure showed a slave outfitters shop on campus. One of the main reasons for transferring to this school is their openness about promoting consensually volunteer slavery relationships. My parents and I like that you have to register as a Master, slave, switch, or undecided to attend this school. They want me to have more training on how to control slaves since this is the first time I have owned a personal slave since the new slavery law went into effect in our town. My personal slave is the younger brother of our twin slaves back home. Also, I like that I don't have to hide my status as a Master or hide my slave from the school. It's very liberating to be myself in public. I have known I was dominant all my life since I follow after my father instead of my mother. Just recently, my mother is a slave to my father and has been registered as an IA slave."
"Yes Sir, our school takes pride in welcoming all Masters, Mistresses, slaves, and undecided individuals of all races, sexual orientations, economic backgrounds, and slave breeds. If someone can't afford to come to our school then they can sign up for a 4, 6, or 10 year slavery contract depending on the type of degree the slave wishes to work for. It usually takes slaves two to three years more to complete their degrees. After their contract is over, they come out of their contract with a degree and can start their new life of freedom on the right foot, debt-free. Of course, while under their slavery contract they are reclassified as intelligent animals or IAs."
"WOW! That's very generous of the school to help out the less fortunate. That's how my parents acquired our twins and their younger brother. The three brothers sold themselves to my family on a 5 year slavery contracts as soon as the law went into effect. Jobs are hard to come by where I Iive. So, many are turning to slavery as a way to get by without ending up on the street. Of course, the three boy’s contract allows my family full use of their bodies. Boy, does your slavery contract allow full use of your hot bod? I mean, does your Master allow his customers to have access to that sweet bod as an incentive to buy his products?"
"Yes Sir, my lifetime contract with Master Alex is for full use of this body. His brother Master Jason owns this shop and yes if this body is required to make a sale then I'm to offer it up for use to his customers."
Master Wei is now licking his lips, "Well slave, I will buy what you suggest if I get to use that delicious slave body."
His eyes trace down my naked body and I know I have to give him what he wants! So, I quickly kneel at his feet and look up at him, "Please Master Wei, use this slave as a bonus for buying from Master Jason."
"OK. It's a deal, boy and I want this fuck bench for my dorm room. Now get on my new fuck bench face down but look up at the mirror. I like looking in the eyes of the boys I fuck!"
I climb onto the fuck bench and look in the mirror in front of me. Master Wei stares into my eyes as my cuffs magnetically lock me to the branch.
He walks around the bench tracing his fingers along my tone and well-developed body that my Master has created for the last year. I have to work out every day. I now only have about 2% body fat and gained 20 pounds of muscle mass since my enslavement. Much is in my legs but the rest of my body well maintained as well.
"Dam boy! This bod is just the way I like my slaves. Just the right muscle definition, make it's flexible to twist in whatever way I wish to fuck it. I wouldn't mind owning you, boy. Would you like that?"
I have been asked in the past if my Master would ever consider selling me. It's something I don't want to happen but of course, it's not my choice. So, the question is tricky to answer without knowing what my Master would do. He loves owning slaves but what happens when he has so many that he gets bored of us and sells us to get a younger model or a different breed? A slave’s breed refers to it race. Since are classificed as animals it only make sense that our race is call breeds. Simular to other animals like dogs or cats.
"Sir, I can't guess what my Master would do about selling me. Sir, you would have talk to my Master about that subject. Of course, it's not my choice what Master does with his property. Note, Sir the school is planning on having slave auctions for slaves who wish to renew their slavery contract after they graduate. Some farts have slave auctions as well. The county and my town has local slave auctions every month. Plus, there are private auction houses popping up every day. So, there are many opportunities for Sir to acquire more slaves if Sir wishes to."
"Yes, boy I will have to speak with its Owner. The slave auctions might be something to consider too."
Master Wei then notices a chin rest on the fuck bench that my chin is above. The bench has buttons to activate the rest.
"Boy, what's that?", to the buttons.
"Sorry, Sir, this slave should have explained the feature of the bench before it sold it to you or climbed onto it. Did Sir download the school’s 'Slave App' yet?"
"Yes, boy, my slave pointed it out when I had him research the school. He downloaded it for me to my phone."
"Excellent, Sir. In the ‘Slave App’ is a section for Slave Control Devices or SCDs. When Sir comes in proximity to a free-use SCD, Sir can add it to Sir's profile and then take control of the device."
"What's a 'Free Use SCD'?"
"Sir, there are Slave Control Devices that are free to use throughout the campus vs SCDs that are privately owned by Masters. The free-use SCDs are first come, first serve equipment that Master's can use to control their slaves in the public spaces."
"First cum, first to serve", laughing at his pun of the saying.
"Yes Sir, it fits the purpose very well."
I hear the familiar ding of a SCD linking itself with Master Wei’s ‘Slave App’ profile.
"Sir, now you should see several controls listed on the right and when you click on it an animation of what it does is shown on the left side of the screen."
With the heads up display in my contacts I show Master Wei where the controls are in the app. I would have kicked myself if I wasn't already locked to the bench for not explaining the Slave App's control of the SCDs before laying on the bench. So, I’m thankful for the contacts heads up display.
Good thing he’s young and can pick up on tech easily because the chin rest slowly comes up towards my chin. It has feedback sensors to automatically adjust to were my head is at and positions itself just under my collar. When my head is about half of an inch from my collar, the magnet pulls my head down to meet with it. The magnetics are strong, so, when they pull me down it reminds me of how much we slaves can be controlled in these Slave Control Devices (SCDs).
Master Wei steps in front of me. His cock is already out of his shorts. It's pointing straight at me but my mouth is a little too low to line up with his cock. So, using his phone, he moves my head up more causing my neck to stretch uncomfortably. He doesn't care about my comfort which makes sense. His comfort is more important! I just have to endure the discomfort and try to please him as best I can. The AI controlling the Slave App will not let me be damaged. I’m to valuable to cause premement damage.
Now that my mouth is at the proper height, he presents his 10 inches in front of it. Instinctively, I open up as wide as I can because his cock is a fat one! At the same time, I stick out my tongue to taste the precum drip from the tip. He slaps my tongue with it, smirking at me as I look up into his eyes. Precum stickers to my tongue making me want to bring it into my mouth to get a good taste. Yet, I know he is not done teasing me!
He rubs the big mushroom head onto my tongue, smearing the precum all around. I want so much to bring it into my mouth and savor the delicious precum. I just know it's going to be so good! My Master and Master Masood have made me so addicted to cum that all cum seems to be delicious. Whenever I see any Masters on campus, I wonder what their cum would taste like.
Master Wei asks, "It likes it doesn't it, slave? It wants to taste me. I can tell! It's long to know what my precum tastes like. I have seen slut like it before. My cum is like candy to a slut like it! Keep its slutty tongue out just like that".
"Yes, Sir," I muffle in response.
He rubs my tongue some more so it can collect more precum. Then, he moves his fat cock along my face, marking me as one of his sluts. Every time I see him on campus, I will remember the sticky delicious smelling cum marking me.
It will be imprinted in my slave mind forever. It's something that new Masters are taught to do in the Master training classes they all are required to take once they register as a Master. In six months, they will have a Master's certificate proving they know how to correctly control slaves and are responsible owners. My Master says that they are amending our small town's slavery laws to make it so all Master's who register slaves with our town are required to get a "Master's Certificate". The proposal to our state constitutions already include the requirement. Many other safe guards were added to the proposal to keep slaves safe from abuse. Simular to the military with all its regulations and it own rule and court system. The same is being done for owning slaves. The argument for slavery is that if the goverment can own soldiers why can’t individual citizens own slaves. As long as safeguards are put in place to keep us safe and productive for the citizen, it’s no different then the military owning soldiers.
OH! I forgot, my town calls us intelligent animals or IAs. But it's just easier to be called slaves at school. So, the common name for us is slave on campus.
I can tell Master Wei already knows the first steps in making a submissive addicted to him by marking him with his precum.
He now slowly pops just the mushroom head into my mouth, teasing me even more now that there is his precum in my mouth and on my tongue. YET! I'm not able to know what he really tastes like with my tongue sticking out like a SLUT!
I so want to suck his cock, milking all of his delicious cum out of his balls. He continues to tease me by pushing more of his cock into my mouth so the precum is dripping down into my mouth. Fuck he's good at this! With my head tilted up, the cum is pooling at my throat and trickling down it. This just makes me want more of it and he knows this. He is a natural Alpha who knows how to manipulate slaves like me.
"It love my seed doesn’t it?"
I muffle, "Yes… Sir. It loves… Sir’s seed. Please… Sir, feed this slave… more!"
"AH! It's a cum slut, is it? Its Master trained it well."
"Yes... SIR! It loves… cum so… much, SIR!"
Much of my diet is cum now. I still eat my ‘slave stew’ daily but cum is like a desert to me. My reward for good behavior is to suck Master's cock dry.
To make me even more eager for Master Wei’s seed, he holds his cock over my mouth, letting his precum stream down my tongue, into my mouth, and then down my throat. I can't even feel his perfect mushroom head anymore! Yet I stare up at it, wanting to worship it. His smooth Asian features only add to my need to worship him!
He smirks down at me, knowing I need him. It's an ache that builds up in my mind, the longer I stare up at his marvelous Asian cock.
My moans are muffled as I pant like a dog in heat. This need to worship him is another sign that I'm just an animal who is trainable by superior men. More often than not, I run on instinct vs. intelligence. It's why I submitted to my Master a year ago. My horny instincts showed Master what I truely was. Just like this Asian Master, I instinctively knew Master was superior to me. He now has a large harem of slaves throughout our state.
Master has reshaped many families like my own. When he competes with other schools in wrestling matches, he finds submissives to enslave in other towns. The ones he doesn't enslave he introduces into a program he created called "Managed Bullying". He gets Dominants and submissives in the schools to volunteer to be slaves to the bullies of the school. He trains the bullies to be proper Masters like the ‘Master Certificate’ program at my college. This quickly got adopted in most of the schools in our state helping parents to accept volunteer slavery as a way to handle the epidemic of Bullying in the schools.
As more schools accept the "Manager Bullying" program as the only real solution to bullying and colleges start allowing slavery as a way to control their students and save money on manual labo, volunteer slavery will quickly become the law of our state and soon the whole country!
Finally, Master Wei plunges his 10 inches deep into my throat where it belongs! I'm now a very happy slave animal.
He fucks my throat with long slow strokes, using me to give him the maximum amount of stimulation. I love everything about his long fat cock, as my tongue trances the underside with the long deep stroke. It's an amazing cock that belongs to an amazing Alpha man.
We stare into each other's eyes as a connection builds between us, an Alpha and his submissive, a Master and a slave, a Superior and an inferior. We're forever linked to each other despite not being owned by him.
I have learned that any Alpha who uses me is forever imprinted onto my submissive mind, like a kind of branding of the mind, the memories of the experience linked to me to him forever.
Master Masood explained it in the slave classes all of us inferiors have to take to go to this school. He says because slaves are so emotionally linked to their submissive selves that when an Alpha first uses his submissive, the memory stays with the submissive forever causing him to be forever linked to the Alpha.
So, this demanding Asian Master is reprinting himself on me as he takes control of my body and mind.
He walks around me like I'm prey to be conquered. It only imprints more memories and emotions of inferiority to him. Master Masood and my Master Alex are right. I'm an animal, letting my emotionally submissive nature take control.
Master Wei positions himself behind me, rubbing his symbol of control up and down the crack of my hole, further imprinting his Superiority over an animal like me.
He lends over, pressing the head of cock against the hole's entrance.
Whispering, "It wants me, doesn't it?"
"Yes Sir. Please…"
"Beg boy! I feel its need to serve its Alpha. You feel that need deep in your inferior mind. Telling ME that you owe me your body for my use. It's what all animals want and need! NOW BEG ME TO BREED YOU!"
"PLEASE SIR! PLEASE BREED THIS INFERIOR SLAVE ANIMAL! IT OWES YOU ITS INFERIOR BODY FOR YOUR PLEASURE. PLEASE USE IT HOWEVER YOU WANT. IT OWES SO MUCH TO YOU, SIR. THANK YOU FOR USING THIS BODY. AS ITS ALPHA, SIR HAS THE RIGHT USE THIS SLAVE ANIMAL'S BODY. IT'S BORN TO PLEASE AND OBEY ITS ALPHAS. IT'S FOREVER GRATEFUL FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO PLEASURE YOU, SIR! THANK YOU SO MUCH, SIR!"
At this point, I'm almost in tears for everything I said was from the heart. I truly believe that I was born for the sole purpose to please Alphas. As a true Alpha, Sir can see the submissive animal deep in my authentic self. Like my Master and Master Masood, he reaches deep into me and pulls at that submissive animal causing me to be tethered to him. It's a mental leash that can't ever be broken. From my slave training classes, I'm taught that all slave animals start forming a mental leash when we are first confronted by a true Alpha. The leash solidifies on the first use of a slave. Then it only strengthens as the Alpha uses the slave over and over. That mental leash can never be broken once it forms. From my experience it's true. That's why true Alphas like him can easily enslave boys like me. If I wasn't already owned, he could have claimed me. That's why my Master, Alex, can enslave so many boys and their families. Submissives are attracted to Alphas and Alphas can see that attraction. It's something like Gaydar for gays being able to sense other gay people around them. Yet, for Alphas and submissives, it's much easier to spot each other because their attraction is much more powerful!
After hearing my PLEADS for him to use me, Master Wei shoves his Alpha cock deep into my hole. It's as wide as my Master which makes me feel so full. DAM! I love feeling this full!
I start moaning loudly as he drives his massive cock deep as he can. My eyes roll up into my forehead as he slams his cock roughly into me! There is nothing better than feeling completely full while being driven hard by an Alpha. It gives me a sense of purpose! Alphas need to be pleased so they can go out in the world and do what us submissives cannot, leading others to make the world a better place!
Just then the bell of the shop dings. Master Wei and I are facing the door as a Black Master with two gorgeous white slaves on leashes walks into the shop. The slaves look like brothers.
The Black Master yells out, “Fuck dude, this place is dope. Hey man, is this your place?”
I look back at Master Wei and he shakes his head no, continuing to fuck me but not as vigorously as before.
“Nope, it belongs to this slave’s Master’s brother. I’m just getting my bonus for being a good customer. What's your name? I’m Wei.”
Master Wei holds out his hand to the black master. He shakes it with a huge smile plastered on his face.
"Dude! That's a generous bonus! I’m Vincent. Fuck Wei, that's a fine white buck you're using."
"Yeah, its hole is tight. I wish I could owned it."
Life has changed a lot now that it's clear to everyone what I am. Fucking a slave in public is more and more normal. It's amazing what one year can do to change a society.
Master Vincent asks, “So, if I buy something from this shop, I get to use this hot sexy white buck too?”
“Yes! That’s what I understand is the deal. Isn’t that right, white boy?”
I yell out, “Yes, Sir. My Master wants me to help out his brother so the use of this slave’s body is a bonus for making any sales to a Master!”
Master Vincent laughs, “Shit that’s a great incentive. Your Master is a good brother to give up his property to help him. White boy, what is your Master’s name?”
“Master Alex Richardson, Sir.”
“Shit! I have a friend that knows him,” now ignoring me and looking at Master Wei.
“Isn’t his father Frank Richardson, the white guy who is on social media and talk shows talking about consensual slavery is better out in the open instead of being behind closed doors with who knows what's going on to these poor boys!”
He laughs again, “Fuck! I have to agree with him in some respect. He made it possible for me to afford these two fine bucks! With all the white boys being sold now at auction houses around the county, I’m getting a steady stream of cash from the county. So, I picked up these two white brothers off my friend Marcus.”
Master Wei looks up and down at the white slave brothers.
“Shit man! Those are some hot farm boys you got there! You say that the county is paying you? Do you work for the county?”
Master Vincent smirks as he laughs, “Dude! Fuck no! All blacks who live in our county get part of the sales tax collected for every white boy sold within the county limits. Since so many white boys have volunteered to be enslaved in the past year and then resold for profit, demand for white slaves has skyrocketed driving up the price of white boys. And since there are so few black people in the county, blacks are getting rich just from the taxes collected. Plus, the new slavery law requires the county to pay for my college degree no matter how long it takes. Man, they are paying us for our vote to legalize slavery and enslave their own kind to boot. Yet, I don’t mind. I got some sweet white boys out of it. Plus, I got them for a steal since my friend Marcus claimed a whole goddamn white family of fine bucks! Do you have any idea how much these two are worth? SHIT MAN! Black men will soon rule and have the power we should have always had.”
As Master Wei steadily fuck my hole, “Man that is some crazy shit! What about other minorities? Don’t we deserve some of that tax revenue?”
“Shit, I don't think other minors were part of the deal. It's to pay us back for the shit whites did to hold us black men and women back for generations!"
"Deal! What deal?"
"It was some deal that my friend Marcus’s mother made with that Frank dude over a year and a half ago. I guess they need our votes to make their volunteer slavery a reality. Shit man don’t sweat it. The more white bucks that are enslaved the more power your Asian vote will have. Plus, I don’t think many black or Asian people will choose to be enslaved. We just can't trust whites to treat us with the respect we deserve. We wouldn’t want some white dudes to own us, right man.”
Master Wei agrees, “FUCK NO!"
"See! Minorities will rule now! It won't be long, with all the white boys signing up to serve Alphas like us! Then we will be the majority of the free people."
"Yeah, you guys deserve some payback for what the white man did to you. Plus, I like owning my white boys. They're naturally obedient when you see their submissiveness show through their fake facades of acting like Alphas.”
The black Master smiles, “No shit! You own a white boy too?”
“Yeah, my parents just acquired three white slave brothers. For my going away present, my parents gave me the youngest of the three brothers. He is unpacking my suitcase in my dorm room right now. Soon he will have my lunch ready. I’m working up an appetite you know,” as he looks down at me with a lustful grin!
“I see that. I think I will have to buy something to earn my bonus too!”
Master Vincent picks up a cane and looks at me.
“Boy, how much?”
“Sir, it’s $50 for the 2.5 foot cane and $20 for each additional foot. They are real bamboo canes from the Asian markets.”
“You don’t say?”
He looks at Master Wei, “Is the boy telling the truth?”
Master Wei laughs, “How the fuck would I know! I was born here. But my Uncle might know. I have an Uncle who’s a cop in Thailand where they still use corporal punishment for crimes. Here, let me take a picture of it. Place the cane on the boy’s back.”
I feel the cane placed on my back. I instinctively wince, expecting my back to be hit with it. My Master has caned me so many times it’s an instinctual reaction. It feels strange, just sitting there and not feeling the sting of it on my back! I even miss it, especially when the pain turns to pleasure. Master is so busy now that he doesn't cane me just for the fun of it. Plus, since I have been a good boy, he hasn't had a reason to punish me.
Master Wei takes a picture and sends it to his uncle. I wonder what his uncle will think about seeing the cane on a naked white slave's back that his nephew is currently fucking?
He looks at Master Vincent, "While we are waiting, why not test out the cane? The boy's back looks like it has seen the bite of a cane before. So, its back should be a safe place to test it out."
I look up at Master Vincent with nervous anticipation! He looks down with a sadistic smirk. I shudder, realizing he is going to enjoy this. Fuck! My cock starts pulsing knowing I'm about to be caned while being fucked!
He picks it up and swipes it into the air like it's natural in his hands. I wonder if he has caned a slave before.
Then without warning, he hits me across my back. It takes a second before the pain registers in my mind, and then I scream out as stinging pain shoots across my upper right back. To keep me quiet he shoves his massive cock into my mouth and down my throat.
I wince as he traces the welt forming on my back.
"Feel that. Isn't it beautiful?"
I feel Master Wei's finger trace along the welt. Again, I wince. Yet, now I moan a little as endorphins rush into my system. My mind and body have been beaten so many times that it doesn't take long for me to fall into subspace.
It is one of the reasons Master doesn't cane me so much for punishment. When he's disappointed in me. he cages me up for long periods of time. It's hell not being able to be of service to him! When I'm caged, I whimper as the withdrawals of not being able to serve consumes me. It's more mental than physical pain. The more a slave serves its Owner, the more the mental leash tugs on its need to please the Master holding the leash. You see it in dogs that are abandoned by their owners. Slaves are just like an owned dog, emotionally attached to its Owner!
Master Vincent hits my left shoulder blade causing me to scream and then moan more. Of course, my screams are muffled by his massive black cock down my throat.
Both Masters trace the second welt with their fingers as their cock pulse in both my holes. My screams and moans are only fueling their desire to hurt me. Plus, my screams must vibrate the black cock in my throat, keeping the Alpha's cock stimulated
Master Vincent continues to mark up my back. Yet, it doesn't seem random. There is a pattern of welts he creates.
"I love how easily this white boy marks up even with its skin tanned."
He rubs along welts, making me shivering with ecstasy as the endorphins are reinforced into my body with the lightest stroke of his finger.
This gives me a mental image of what my back must look like. Five long lines parallel on each side of my muscular back. The lines are in a 'V' pattern. It matches the initials of his first name "Vincent".
"It’s so beautiful. I love marking boys with my initials. These two boys are branded with "Property of V-R" on their ass cheeks. That way every time I fuck them I can see my mark of Ownership. They are proud of their marks, aren't you, boys?"
"Yes Master," in deep voices that I didn't expect from the slaves. Yet, now that I think about it, they are country boys from a local farm. Master Marcus is on my Master Alex's wrestling team. Slave Rob, one of Master's first slaves, did tell me that Master Marcus enslaved a white family who owned an old plantation just outside of town. Marcus must have sold those white farm boys to some of the local black men like Master Vincent here.
Last week, I remember seeing an ad on a billboard as I was running to school advertising a 'While Lives Owned' training center. It showed an old plantation house on a farm with white slave animals manually plowing a field behind the mansion of the plantation. All ages of white slaves were represented. From what slave Rob said the whole extended white family were enslaved! So I'm not surprised that there are old, young, male and female slaves in the ad. They used what slaves they had at hand for billboards.
My suspicions are confirmed when the two brothers get up from kneeling beside their Master and present their branded asses to the Asian Master.
The brand shows a large circle accustoming the whole right ass cheek. In the top half of the Circle are letters WLO and on the lower half is 'Property of V-R'.
These boys are slaves of that white family who were very wealthy and private. Rob said that the white family had owned black slaves for generations and never released them after the Civil War. Now! Master Marcus is openly showing them off as ‘White Lives Owned’ property! What a transformation!
Master Wei comments, “DAM! The brand is awesome! I will have to talk with my Dad about branding our slaves too. What does the letters WLO mean?”
Master Vincent laughs, “Get this! It means ‘While Lives Owned’! It’s a trademark that my friends, Marus and his boyfriend Malik, came up with for their new charity foundation, ‘WLO’. They are renting white slaves for domestic services, hard labor, and sexual services to other Masters who can’t afford to buy white slaves since the price of those slaves has gone up so much. Supply and Demand you know! They are mostly renting to white Masters. Except for the cost of running the plantation as a real frame and slave training center, the proceeds go back into the low-income communities that Marus and Malik originally came from. It's going to transform that community and possibly many others as the foundation grows.”
“Shit! Vincent, that's really kind of your friends to help out the less fortunate. How will the foundation grow if they just own the white family you talked about?”
Master Vincent laughs some more, a more sadistic and satisfying laugh this time, “Get this! There are white people out there who specifically want to be Black-Owned. They’re showing up at the farm weekly to give themselves to the foundation. Marus calls it white guilt for what their ancestors did to generations of our people. Many are middle and upper-class whites who end up giving their life savings, houses, cars, and investments over to the foundation when they get registered with the county as property of the foundation.”
“DAM! That’s some crazy shit. It looks like the foundation is producing some really devoted slaves. Yours seem to be well trained.”
“Yeah, my friends are good at what they do. Plus, if you ever need a lawyer Malik’s parents own a law firm.”
“Yeah, my parents are looking for a new family lawyer for their business. Except right now I just want fuck and make out with YOU!”
Then above me I hear kissing.. The two Masters are now making out. I'm happy they are connecting and my service to them is helping them find each other.
They start fuck me hard from both ends. The two white slaves return to their
Master's side. They lean over, hug each of his legs, and start humping like horny dogs. Their owner doesn't seem to mind.
They even stick out their tongues and pant like dogs. They are adorable horny animals.
The two Master pick up speed as their cock start to swell and Master Vincent’s balls start pulling up. OH YES! All of sudden my mouth and throat is filled with warm yummy cum. This is my favorite part. It's so sweet like candy. At the same time my other hole is being filled up making me feel bloated. FUCK YES! I satisfied two Alphas today! My purpose is once again fulfilled!
The Masters continue to kiss as their cock softens some in my holes. Slowly they fuck me with half hard cocks that are still hard enough to enter both holes. Then my holes start to expand once more. DAM! It didn't take long for them to recover! I remember fucking boys like that, cumming 3 or 4 times a night. I've fuck them then they fuck me. Switch back and forth all night long. It seems like a lifetime ago! Well, in a way it was another life. A life of a free boy with no real purpose and failing school with no prospects for the future. That’s until Master claimed my family. Now I’m happier than I have ever been! Freedom is overrated! True happiness is in service to superior men that give us a reason to live!
The Masters dump two more loads into me before I'm ordered to clean them up and they pay for their slave control gear.
BTW, the uncle did text back saying the cane looks authentic and they should let the cane soak in a bathtub of water before using them heavily. The water will help keep the cane from breaking and then slitting.
It’s something Master Jason has me do every week so they don’t break right after they are sold. Canes breaking right after selling them would be bad for business. Master Jason is an excellent business man!
It turns out the Asian Master asked Master Vincent out on a date. I smile knowing I helped bring two Alphas together. They look like they would make a handsome couple.
One of Master’s other college slaves, Aaron, relieves me so I attend my slave classes. Most of my schooling now is about learning how to be a more productive slave for my Master. Lots of skilled trade work so Master can use me to build whatever he wants without hiring outside contractors. Slave labor is now more common than paid labor from free people. This only puts more pressure on free citizens to own slaves. Master's families dreams of a society of Master and slaves is now becoming reality!
