White Lives Owned

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.  In this story, the age of consent for sex is age 18.   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 is a spinoff of my story “Owning My Family”.  It follows the rise of black families from rags to riches by owning wealthy white families.  The story involves interracial domination and slavery.  This chapter follows the point of view of slave Wally, the father of slaves Chris and Ronny.  Slave Wally learns the hard way what it means to be a white slave to powerful Black Masters.   

Characters:

• Master Malik - Young Superior Black man. Son of the Nahla and Jamiul Martin.  A member of the wrestling team and now the Owner of slave Chris. Age 18, 6ft tall. 190 pounds, 9 inches long, and 6 inches around cock.  Solid muscles, toned and flexible to take down his opponent.  Competitive by nature.  Raised to be a proud Gay Black Man.  

  • Slave Chris - White Slave to Master Malik.  Son of a rich white lawyer.  Submitted to be a designated bully for a black boy (Master Malik).  Age 18, 115 pounds, 5 ft 6 inches tall, 4 inch dick.  Blond hair with hazel eyes.  White boy with the need to submit to Superior Black people.

  • Slave Freddy - White slave to Master Malik.  Son of a rich businesswoman, twin brother of slave Charlie, and older brother of slave Kenny.  Freddy challenged Master Malik to a fight and lost.  That loss cost Freddy his freedom.  Age 21, 180 pounds, 5 ft 10in, 5 inch dick.  

  • Slave Ronny - White slave to Master Malik.  Brother of slave Chris, Age 30, 150 pounds, 5 ft 4in, 6 inch dick.  Ginger hair with green eyes.  He changed Master Malik to a fight and lost resulting in submitting to Master Malik. Now he has given all his wealth to his Master.  He’s a devoted slave to his Master. 

  • Slave Wally - White slave to Master Malik.  Father of slaves Chris and Ronny.  Age 46, 145, 5ft 2in,  7 inch dick.  Blond with blue eyes. He tried to get his Master arrested only to backfire and become a slave like his sons. 

• Mistress Nahla Martin - Mother of Malik and wife of Jamiul Martin. A proud black lawyer trying to do right by black people.   Worked years trying to reparations for the descendants of black slaves. 

• Master Jamiul Martin - Father of Malik and husband to Nahla Martin. A proud black lawyer trying to do right by his black brothers.  Worked years trying to reparations for the descendants of black slaves.  Age 45, 6ft 2 inches tall.  200 pounds, 11 inches long, and 6.5 inches around cock.  Solid muscle with a football linebacker build.  Just as competitive as his son.  Raised as a proud straight Black Man.  

• Master Marcus King - Young Superior Black Man.  Boyfriend of Master Makil.  Stepson of the white high school principal.  Son of a dominant black wife to a white submissive (ie. the high school principal).  

  • Slave Kenny - A willing white slave to Master Marcus. Son of a rich businesswoman, younger brother of slave Freddy and slave Charlie.  Age 18, 5ft, 7 inches tall, 150 pounds, 6 inch long dick.  Slim and hairless due to being a swimmer on the swim team.  He has been forced to be submissive to his twin brothers all his life. 

  • Slave Charlie - White slave to Master Marcus.  Son of a rich businesswoman, twin brother of slave Freddy, and older brother of slave Kenny.  Freddy, Charlie's twin, challenged Master Malik to a fight and lost.  Charlie had to fight Master Marcus and lost which cost Charlie his freedom.  Age 21, 180 pounds, 5 ft 10in, 5 inch dick.  

  • slave Davey - A white slave to Master Marcus. Father of slaves Kenny, Freddy, and Charlie.  Age 45, 5ft, 9 inches tall, 160 pounds, and 5-inch long dick.  Was a whore for his sons, Freddy and Charlie.  Was independently wealthy until it was taken from him by his sons and ex-wife.  The wealth that the sons took is now Master Marcus’s after he acquired the father from Freddy and Charlie.   

• Mistress Amari King - Dominant Superior Black woman.  Mother of Master Marcus King.  Wife and Owner the white principal of Maruc’s school.  Married to the principal to raise her social status and have control of the principal of Maruc’s school.   She runs a very strict household especially the slaves that she and her son own.  Her view is that all white men are inferior to Superior Black people.  So, she is training her son with the same values.  Yet, when it comes to sexual control of white slaves she is very open in their uses to her and son.  She doesn’t hide her control of white slaves but displays it openly to her neighbors and the community at large.  

  • Slave Roger - Husband and white slave to Mistress Amari King.  Roger is very submissive to his Mistress.  After marrying Amari, she quickly took control of the white man.  After some training, she broke the white man into an obedient slave with the understanding that as a white man, he is inferior to all black people.  His Mistress now controls all aspects of his life.  He is BI, 35 years, white, 5’5” tall, 140 pounds, well-toned body, with a 5-inch dick.

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slave Wally 

I’m dragged out to the slave quarters by my new collar.  In order to walk, I have to bend over buck naked like any slave I used to own. Now! it's me that's OWNED! I don't have time to think about that because my long time fear of being whipped is about to happen! 

When I was my son Ronny's slave, he spanked me but he never whipped me. He threatened to whip me.  I even taught him how to whip slaves since he was a teen. So, he could make good on his threat which kept me obedient to him. That's how he took complete control of all my finances. As his slave, he felt I shouldn’t own anything which I finally agreed to. 

I'm pulled into the slave quarters passing the bed that I would fuck slave Jeffrey on many times in front of his wife and kids. 

I’m pushed face-first against the cross on the far end of the building. The same cross that my son Ronny and I whipped Jeffery and his wife on many times. 

My new Master quickly binds my wrists with the leather cuffs that are always hanging on the cross. They are well-used and old.  I pull on the cuffs but know I'm not getting free anytime soon. 

My son Chris comes around to look at me in the face. 

"Dad, I know you are scared. It will be OK. Ronny and I went through this too. We deserved it just like you do, Dad. Our family did terrible things to our Master’s relatives, Jeffery's family. You are being punished for the evil things you did to them. As Master punishes you remember all the horrible things you did and promise to make amends for everything! Be thankful that our Superior Black Master has taken his time to punish us and teach us how wrong we were. In the end, be ready to confess all the horrible things you did and commit yourself to serve our Superior Black Master.  Dad, in the end, you will be a better white inferior slave!"

Oh shit! My son has lost his mind!  But before I can say anything to him, he calls out to his Master, NO, Fuck! He’s our Master! A black teenager who owns my family. How did I not see this coming?  

Chris yells out, "Master, he has been informed. Please punish my Dad for all the horrible evils he has done to your family members and all Black men of the world."

I hear a swishing sound then the most painful sting of my life hits my left shoulder and then the right. I scream out as loud as I can.  It is non-stop for a minute then stops. I feel like I'm about to pass out. My whole back is on fire. This is horribly painful. Who does this to someone else?  Then it occurres to me that I did this to Jeffery and his wife many many times.  I want to cry but try to hold back the tears. I am an evil man! 

The whipping continues as I scream until my voice gives out. Then at some point, it gets better. The pain gets less and I feel like I'm high. But it’s like no high I have ever felt!  It's a nice floating feeling. I even smile now. I want more! I want Master to whip me more! Yet, I'm disappointed when he stops. 

This time my son Ronny comes behind the cross holding up a water bottle with a straw. I suck the water down eagerly. My throat is so sore and dry from all the screaming. The water helps. 

"Thank you, son."

He lifts my head by the hair, "Did you learn something, Dad?" 

I fall into my familiar pattern of servitude to him.

"Yes Sir!" 

"Dad, you are no longer my slave. I gave you to my Master and you accepted his collar. You're his slave just like Chris and I.  So, don’t call me Sir or Master anymore.  Understand, Dad?"

"Yes, Ronny. Sorry!"

"Good!  And yes, there is a lot to be sorry for but not to me. Now it's time to confess your wrongdoings to our Master."
  
He detaches my ankles while Chris detaches my wrist. I can't support myself so my boys catch me. They hold me by my shoulders and lower me to the ground before Master Malik. When they feel I can support myself, they let go. I'm so exhausted but happy in a way I never imagined possible! 

I'm looking down but Master lifts my chin with one finger. Dam! He even has strong fingers!  I'm now looking up into Master's eyes once again. 

"Slave, I'm told that it has learned something today. Tell me, slave, what has it learned?" 

A rush of memories floods my mind. The pain of the whipping and then the look on Jeffery's face when I whipped him.  The tears on his wife's face kneeling naked beside the cross. Then the pain I just experienced is linked to the pain I forced on my slaves. Oh, GOD! What have I done? 

With tears of shame, "Master, I'm a horrible person. I deserve all of what you did to me. Thank you for punishing me so I can experience what I did to my slaves.  It has shown me what I did to them!"

"Correction, they are no longer your slaves. I have freed them if they so choose to be free. It's good to hear that it's starting to feel remorse. Yet, its punishment is just starting. Its next punishment will be to experience how Jeffery's family lived under the cruel life of being a slave to you and your sons."

He then backhanded me! My head snaps back and forth from the impact. I'm shocked at first. Then angry at being hit so hard. It occurs to me. I did the same thing to Jeffery and his wife many times!  A rush of shame washes over me! 

"Sorry Master. I should've hit Jeffery and his wife. It was so wrong, Master. It was evil of me to do the things I did to strong people like Jeffery's family."

On the far wall, behind Master is Jeffery's sons. They look at me with hate burning in their eyes. I now realize I hurt them too by forcing them to watch their parents being whipped and hit! 

For the first time, I see them as human beings, not just animals I own. On the contrary, I'm the animal for doing those horrible things. I deserve the next punishment that Master is going to do to me. 

Master looks down at me with a stern face, "It's good to see my slave is starting to understand how evil it was to my flesh and blood. However, there is much more that it needs to learn about its inferior self. Boys, put it on the bench."

My sons drag me to the fuck bench and strap me down.  I look back, expecting Master to fuck me. Yet, I am surprised at what he says next. 

He points to Jeffery's sons, "Come here, I called you down here to help punish this slave. It's only fitting for you two to claim its holes. I understand before, he would cane your parents and then fuck them in front of you."

Master then hands each black boy one of my 3-foot-long canes. I stare at the cane fearing it with all my heart. I used those same canes on their parents just before fucking them on this very bench. The boys had watched their parents cry out in pain which only got me hornier to roughly fuck the shit out of them. I threatened to do the same to the boys if they didn't obey. It worked well. I was so proud of myself. 

Now I'm getting the same treatment! These black boys, my former slaves, are smirking at me. I see the same cockyness I had when I was in their position. Fuck! It's scary as hell. 

One of the twins swipes the cane through the air. He is going to enjoy this. My son Ronny is teaching him where to hit me in order to not damage his Master’s property like avoiding the kidneys. He explains it's a senior cane used for adult slaves only! 

Now, that gets him more excited knowing as a teenager, he is using a senior cane on an old guy. Not just any old guy but his former Master! 

I look back as he lines up the cane on my exposed ass cheeks. I feel the coldness of the wood.

He lifts the cane all the way back and slams it down hard on my ass.  For a second I feel nothing, then a sharp burning sting hit my ass. I scream again echoing off the bare walls of the slave quarters. 

He yells out, "Amazing! What a rush. Like when I spank you, Chrisy. But, it's so much more satisfying. Especially, caning my former Master."

I look back and see the excitement on his face and look down to see excitement showing in his shorts too. He is rubbing the bulge that’s forming. Dam! I never knew his dick was so big. Then realize it is going to be inside me soon! 

Master pats him on the shoulder, "This is just the beginning. Wait until you own your own white slave animals. You can punish them all you want. No more fearing white inferiors ever again! Be a proud black man who understands it's your birthright to own these inferior creatures. Who of this white boy's family do you want to own?"

"There are twins of the younger brother", he rubs my ass, "that my brother and I thought were hot. That's the word right?" 

Master laughs, "Yes, that's the word. OK, after I enslave them then there are yours and your brothers. It's the least I can do for what this asshole has done to you. By the way, you are quickly catching on to today’s way of speaking."

"Thank Malik. The teacher you brought in is helping us a lot! We appreciate all you have done for us. And, thank you so much for giving us the twins. I think it will be fun owning them."

I can't believe they are talking about enslaving my younger brother's twins. They are smart, strong, well-rounded boys with a bright future ahead of them. Now they are going to be enslaved because of what their parents have done to my Master's family. Then I remember how they treat their black slaves. The twins are cruel to them just like I was. My family sees our black slaves as nothing more than animals we own. We don't even treat them better than our pets. Maybe it's best to enslave all of my family. 

"Now show this one what it's like to be a slave. Don't have mercy with it.  It’s being punished after all.  When you're done with it for today lock it up to that cot for a week,” pointing to the cot that the twins use to sleep in together. 

“Let it think about what it did to you and your parents."

"With pleasure. Malik."

Again I hear the swipes of the cane through the air.  One hit was bad enough. How many more must I endure?  The twins now have a sadistic smirk on their faces as Master leaves me with them. 

They hit my ass and it hurts even more the second, third, and 10th time. The twins want to hit other parts of my body too. So, my legs are on fire with red stripes all over them. They force me to spread my arms out and hit them as well! I can barely keep them up. By this time they had enough, I'm crying again.  

These black boys definitely have a sadistic streak. I guess that was my fault. Years of watching me torture their parents would do that. 

Now! I feel even worse for creating sadistic teenagers who will someday own other members of my family. The way Master talks, it's like it's a done deal. I realize if he succeeds then all our former black slaves will most likely be our Masters. What a twist of fate after all these years our worst fears are coming true!  My older brother warned me that this could happen if we free the slaves. It's how he controlled us all with fear and greed.  He uses the family trust as a way to keep us wanting to believe in his fucked up views. Now I understand if I had freed Jeffery's family, my younger son might not have sought out black men to right the wrongs that our family did. It's all my fault! 

I scream out again from another strike of the cane to the bottom of my feet this time. These twins are laughing and horny as hell because one steps in my view, holding out his huge black 9 inches to my face. 

"Open! White boy!" Saying with more contempt than I have seen him show in years.

What choice do I have? So, I open as wide as possible. The black cock is much bigger than my son's so I fear it's going to rip my throat apart. 

He slaps my face with the monster, "Good bitch, keep obeying, and maybe your Master will find a use for you. But remember bitch just like your family did to my family, he owns your white ass. If you don't want to be sold then obey him and all black men. Otherwise, your owner might sell you to some black farmer who will use you to pull a plow day and night. Just like your asshole brother does to my cousins on his farm. Just imagine, boy, someday soon, it will be my cousins holding the whip and your nephews, nieces, brothers, and aunts all plowing the fields. So, be a good boy and suck my black dick nicely. OH and no teeth, bitch!"

I never thought about being sold or doing hard grueling labor like his cousins do every day of their lives.  OH SHIT! The image scares me.  So, I dive on his 9 inches, working hard to get the thing down my throat. Good thing my son has been training me how to suck his cock. I gag some but I know how to gain control of my gag reflex.  He is much longer and wider so it takes time to get it under control. 

Thank God he is distracted by his brother lining up his big black dick to my asshole. Instinctively, I push out to allow him through into my hole. I try to take a big breath but it's impossible with the other brother’s massive cock deep in my throat.  I’m surprised at how wide he is, stretching my asshole more than it has ever been. Holly Crap! He’s big. It burns some as he starts to slowly push the head in and out. With each stroke, the black boy gets deeper. 

Meanwhile, I work his brother’s cock deeper into my throat. 

When they both bottom out at the same time, the fucking gets more aggressive.  Each stroke gets stronger and stronger until they slam into me as hard as their young black bodies can. DAM! Can they fuck.  They use me almost all night, switching places every 30 minutes.  They didn't just fuck me on the bench but all over the slave quarters, against the wall and cross, on the slave steel beds, and even suspended me by my wrists which are attached to chains hanging from the rafters.  They must have shot 8 or 10 times throughout the night.  

Plus, they keep tormenting me by grabbing my balls and squeezing them in their strong grip.  They would twist my nipples, pull my hair, or cane my body again!   As one fucks me the other tortures me. 

Finally, sometime in the middle of the night, the boys are done with me. They used the metal cuffs I used on them to restrain me in the twin steel bed they used to sleep in together.   I only put two twin beds in the slave quarters. So, their parents had to share one bed while their boys shared the other.  

They were slaves so they didn't need much after all.  At least that's what I thought. Now that I'm naked, my arms are spread to hard points above and below me, It doesn't feel that comfortable at all! Especially, with the wool bed cover scratching me every time I move. My sore body makes it even worse! 

Plus, I didn't know what the bed is stuffed with but it's very lumpy   I do remember when I came down to fuck their parents, I would sometimes see the boys stuffing the bed mattress with old rags. I never understood why but now I do.  It feels like the slaves keep putting whatever they could find to fill it. I had no idea it was this bad. Yet, I never asked or cared until now. More evil shit I am responsible for.  

As a result, I can’t get a good night's sleep. Every time I move to get a better spot my sores rub something hard and I need to move again.  I get to sleep just before the sun rises. 

At about 9:00 am, Jeffery comes in to wake me. I don't want to get up. I’m tired, sore all over, and physically & mentally exhausted! 

Jeffery is rubbing something all over my body. Then my eyes shoot open as every sore on me burns! 

Quickly, I look at Jeffery, "Boy, what are you doing?"

"Master ordered me to put this healing lotion on you. It's so the sores don't get worse, what's the word he said, infect..ed?  Master says it's an ‘ant..i..bio..tic”. Yeah, that's what Master said." 

He holds the bottle up to my face. It was the stuff I mixed up to prevent slaves from getting infected and to remove their hair at the same time. It is a mixture of Icy Hot, alcohol, a topical antibiotic cream, and hair remover. It's the Icy Hot and alcohol that's burning.  SHIT! I just realize, my hair is going to be permanently removed! 

Jeffery continues to spread it all over my body, front and back.  I thought putting all four treatments in one bottle would save time. It would work for sore muscles, welts from a whip, and keep the slaves hairless. I thought it was genius. God! I'm an idiot. I pull on my chains and grit my teeth, waiting forever until the pain goes away. 

Jeffery tries to comfort me, "It will be OK. It takes about an hour until the burning stops. You will get used to it. In the meantime, Master wants me to feed you like you used to feed me." 

I nod my understanding. Jeffery disconnects my ankle cuffs from the bed chains only to lock a 2 feet chain between them. He does the same to my wrists. He gets me out of bed but I can't stand because I’m so sore!  So, I crawl to feeding and watering troughs. Jeffery dumps some dry slave kibbles in one trough and cold well water in the other.   Like in old times, my slaves used an old hand pump to get water from the well.  I didn’t feel like wasting electricity to pump water just for slave animals.  The water is used for drinking or washing themselves down.  So, I know where Jeffery got the water from because it smells like rotten eggs. It has lots of sulfur causing the smell. I hate that smell so in the house the water is filtered. Well, at least, it will be cold.  

My older brother makes the slave kibbles on his farm from scraps that most people would throw away.  He salts them like old times and dries them out to preserve them. They can't be very healthy in the long run. All of our slaves are forced to do heavy manual labor so that must help to keep them from having serious health problems that normal people would if they ate that stuff. Although, my brother adds vitamins and supplements to the slave kibbles. He says it helps the slaves work better. But still, the food could be so much better so the slaves, now me, can live longer!  My brother doesn't care how long his slaves live as long as they work hard while they are alive. He says he can just breed more. What an asshole! Now I have to eat what he created! 

I kneel beside the troff looking at the slave kibbles, not wanting to eat that shit. Especially out of a fucking animal trough. 

Jeffery presses on the back of my head forcing me to bend over. He is much stronger than me so it is futile to resist. All the hard manual work made him strong. So, he easily pushes my face into dry the feed. 

Then in a much firmer voice than I have ever heard him say, "EAT SLAVE!" 

Due to my son's slave training, I obey any commanding voice of authority.  So, I start eating the disgusting food.  After a timer goes off he pulls me up by my collar and pushes my face into the water. I have to suck up the water and swallow, doing it until the timer goes off again. 

Fuck! I forgot about putting in the timers so the slaves don't overeat. It's crazy everything I did to punish, humiliate, and train my slaves is coming back to haunt me. I was a terrible Master. I treated my slaves like fucking animals. Now that's what they are doing to me!  

After my feeding, Jeffery attaches a leash to my collar and pulls me out of the slave quarters.  He drags me to the well with the hand pump. 

Jeffery orders in his commanding voice, "Slave, fill the pail and rinse itself."

I pump water into a pail and I dump it over my body. As the water falls off my naked body so does my hair. I look down in shame at my hairless body.   

A strong gust of wind comes by, making me shiver more than I have ever felt.  With no hair, my body is more sensitive to the air around me. 

Jeffery grabs the scrub brush hanging on the hook by the well that all my slaves used to clean themselves. He scrubs all over my sore body. It's so stiff that it scratches painfully.  He scrubs my body completely using a homemade soap that my former slaves created. I never supplied shampoo for them.  I’m surprised at how effective the soap is.  

After my cleaning, Jeffery drags me to an old-fashioned style manual grass cutter. He slaps my sore ass causing me to jump in surprise. 

"Master wants the whole yard mowed today! Slaves get a 10-minute lunch break and back at it. I will be watching, SLAVE! Master wants me to punish his white slaves if they don't perform to Master's wishes.  Slave Ronny has shown me how to whip a boy. So, if a white slave slows down in his duties then I have to whip them. Understand, white boy?"

I nod my head, scared of Jeffery for the first time in my life!  I grab the handlebars of the manual mower and start pushing as hard as I can.  I wonder if he whipped my sons?

About an hour into it, I start to slow down. Jeffery comes running out of the house and hits me with a 6-foot-long whip. Fuck! That hurts. So of course, I push the mower harder than before.  Jeffery had to whip me several more times to keep me at the pace our Master wants. 

As I'm mowing the front lawn, the black and white cops from yesterday exit the front door of the house. I'm surprised to see the white cop is naked wearing a heavy thick leather collar around his neck with the hot black cop pulling him by a leash. The white cop has whip marks on his back and his hole is leaking cum. He looks well used like a slave would be. Then it clicks, he is a slave!  That's why the black cop was so sharp with me. He knew Master enslaved my sons and when Master said he would take care of me his own way, he knew Master was going to enslave me as well. I had no chance to free my sons or myself.  

Now I'm a manual labor and sex slave to a very dominant Black teenager! I slow down thinking about how far I have fallen.  This only prompts Jeffery to whip me again, screaming in pain! 

As I resume my quick pace, but my screams get the Black cop's attention. 

So he yells out, "That's it Jeffery, keep your Master's white slaves working hard for him. Don’t let it slack off." 

He then pushes his muscular white slave to the hard concrete. The slave opens his leather pants and pulls out another massive black cock. The white cop takes it all in one gulp. The black cop lights a cigar, watching me sweating my ass off as he enjoys a nice long blow job in the driveway.  Life has really turned upside down and there is nothing I can do to stop it. 

I hear him grunt and see him staring at me as he holds his slave tightly onto his huge cock. Did he just get off watching me working hard as a labor slave? For some twisted reason, it gives me a deep satisfying feeling of pleasure. Even my small dick gets hard. 

I continue to push the manual mower around the larger lawn. I'm exhausted by the time it's done, which is after dark. 

Jeffery feeds and waters me then locks me to the uncomfortable bed again.  In the middle of the night, I’m startled awake by someone climbing on top of me.  It’s Jeffery's sons coming down to fuck me again. This time they just want to get off and then go back to their very comfortable bed in the main house.  I cry myself back to sleep as I try to get comfortable chained up. I used to sleep so well in my warm silk sheets. Now, these young black teens are sleeping in those sheets living the life I used to have!  I have fallen so far in such a short time.   

The next morning, I’m woken up by Jeffery’s boys.  They fuck me again and then detach my metal cuffs from the bed. Once again I'm hobbled by short 2-foot-long chains between my ankles and wrists.  Without mercy, they push my face into the slave kibble and then into the water before the timer goes off.  The son I named Johnny attaches a leash to my collar, dragging me to the horse barn.  

“White boy, we used to do all the work to maintain these beautiful animals.  From now on it's your duty to maintain them.  We are going to teach you.  Mess up and we are allowed to punish you. Understand, slave?”

I yell out, “Yes, Sir!”, to scared to disobey. 

“White boy! That's Master Johnny and Master Jimmy to you, boy.”

“Yes, Master Johnny and Master Jimmy.”

“Good!”

Master Johnny hands me a shovel and points to a stall of my favorite horse, 'Stanley' .  He pulls Stanley out from his stall and puts a saddle on him.  Then he jumps on him, looking down at me.  His brother does the same on another horse I named 'Rex'.   

Master Jonny orders, “Clean up all the horse stalls. Then clean up the droppings, rinse them down, and put fresh hay in each stall.  The stalls better be done by the time we come back from our ride.”

There are 10 stalls to clean. They ride off to the pastures for the daily rides Ronny and I used to do.  When we were too busy these black boys would take them out for their daily rides instead. So I taught both boys how to ride so I know they will take good care of my horses.  FUCK!  They aren’t my horses anymore. 

At lunchtime, Jeffery comes out to feed and water me.  I have to go up to the slave quarters to be fed which only adds more time that I don’t have to finish my assigned duty for the day. I need to get done before the boys are back. So, I quickly eat and drink then run back to the horse barn.  Just as I am about to finish the last stall, the young Masters are back.  SHIT! I only have this one stall left. 

The boys walk Stanley and Rex into the barn to find me desperately trying to finish the last stall.  FUCK! 

I nervously run in front of them, kneel, and look up at the teenage Masters.   

“Masters, I’m just about to finish the last stall. Please forgive me, Masters.”

Master Jimmy grabs my collar. He drags me to the last stall I was cleaning and pushes me on all fours.  He takes the riding crop he was using on Rex and hits my ass until my ass is so red it is throbbing in pain. Once again I’m crying and humiliated.  

He throws a water hose beside me and orders, “Clean it up and get more hay.”

Master Jonny puts Stanley in his stall but Jimmy has to wait on me because the last stall is Rex’s.  Damit!  I should have done Rex’s stall right after doing Stanley’s.  I'm an idiot! 

Once I get the hay in the stall, Master Jimmy puts Rex away. 

Then he grabs my collar and pulls me to an empty stall. I pull back on the leash when I see what stall he is pulling me to. This only makes him yank harder on my leash causing me to fall on my hands and knees. I have to crawl into the stall that I fear the most in the world! 

The stall is empty for a reason and it's my doing! Chains are hanging from the rafters.  I used the stall to punish my slaves.  

Master Jimmy disconnects the chains between my ankles and wrist cuffs.  He then attaches them to the cuffs to chains hanging from the ceiling and more chains on the floor.   

He then goes to a manual crank on the wall of the stall.  He turns the crank which pulls the chains away from me, up and down at the same time!   Slowly, I’m being pulled up and out towards the walls and ceiling.   So I’m suspended spread eagle from my cuffed wrists and ankles.  This is freaking terrifying!  I can’t move at all.  I have had both their parents in this same position. I was about to do the same to both of them if they fucked up!  I felt they were at the age to be punished more intensely.   

Jeffery was at that age when my late father started punishing him this way. NOW! It’s me spread eagle instead of them!  

Master Jimmy grabs my balls causing me to grunt in pain, “White boy!  What did my brother order you to do?”

I whimper, “Master Jonny ordered me to have the stalls done before you both got back.”

“And, boy, were you done when we got back.”

“NO! Sir, but I was alm..”

Before I can finish he squeezes my balls and twists them, cutting me off. 

“No excuses!  You taught us that, right, boy?”

“Yes, Master Jimmy, I did!”

When they did something really bad and tried to make excuses, I would whip their father and mother more.  Their love for their parents helped keep them in line. 

“So, white boy, it knows it needs to be punished harshly in order to learn to follow its superior’s commands!”

While holding my balls out in front of me, he hits them with the riding crop!  I howl in pain but my cries go unnoticed. He just keeps hitting my poor balls. 

Finally, he lets go of them and steps back.  Tears are rolling down my face.  

“Since the boy’s back needs time to heal we will punish it in more sensitive places.”

He grabs some heavy-duty clamps to hold metal down metal for the family's blacksmith.  I watch in terror as he goes towards one of my nipples.  I slowly watch him open the clamp, spreading the pinchers around my right nipple. When he lets go of the clamp, I howl in pain. It's worse than my poor balls being tortured.  What makes it worse is he does the same to my other nipple.  

“Please Master, I will be a good boy.  Please tak..”

He grabs my balls again, cutting me off once more.  I watch in horror as he uses another clamp on them too!  

Smiling at me he slaps my face, “I think it needs time to think about what it did wrong so it never happens again!"

They leave me alone howling in pain, laughing as they head back to the house.  I see the camera I installed to monitor my slave’s punishment is aimed at me!   They can watch my torment from the comfort of their nice soft beds, I bought the camera to do just that!   Fuck! I taught them to do this to me! 

I remember doing something similar to Jeffery. I weighed his balls down and used the same clamps on his nipples.  

Master Jimmy and Master Johnny are most likely watching my torment just like I did to their father many times in this very stall.  I would fuck his wife as she was forced to watch Jeffery get his punishment. I imagine these young Masters are doing the same with one of my boys. Payback is a bitch! 

They come back a couple of times to fuck me. Each is a hard aggressive fuck is like they are trying to get even with me. 

Hopefully, by getting even with me it will help them overcome the pain I did to them. Yet, I fear the mental pain will last for a long time and I will be their outlet for that internal pain. 

Then I think of my nephews who will be their slaves if Master Malik gets what he wants. I have no doubt he will. Once he hooks you it's hard to resist that young man. It’s only a matter of time! 

I believe my older brother has a thing for Black people, men and women. Growing up he and I would fuck Dad's black slaves with our father watching.  In fact, my brother was the one who got me to want a male hole more than a female. I only fuck Jeffery's wife to humiliate Jeffery and teach them to obey me. The look on his face was worth fucking a female. 

However, a male hole is much tighter than any pussy.  I love how the hole grips my shaft. DAM! It's an amazing feeling.  Then it occurs to me that I will most likely never get to fuck anyone ever again!  I will miss that feeling of a tight warm hole. 

Well into the night is when Jeffery comes to release me. The camps were becoming bearable at that point. Yet, the pain is renewed as Jeffery removes the clamps.  What's worse he does one at a time so I feel the full effect! I now understand how fucked up I was with sadistic pleasures. This wasn't punishment. It was my sick sadistic pleasures hidden behind the lie that it was teaching Jeffery a lesson. Jeffery is a very obedient slave.  He didn't deserve this. Yet, now I understand I do! My young Masters are only doing what they were taught. I created sadistic boys and they are not hiding it. I see the pleasure they get from seeing my pain. At least, they are enjoying themselves as free men. 

When Jeffery lowers me to the ground, I'm cold, sore, and stiff. It takes a while to recover enough to walk to the slave quarters. Jeffery feeds and waters me then locks me up for night. This time Master Jimmy and Master Johnny don't come in and fuck me in the middle of the night.  I wonder if they are busy with my sons. I get the impression they are gay. 

However, they do come in the morning to get their morning woody some relief.  They even piss in my mouth first before fucking my throat. I wonder where they are learning to do piss in a slave's mouth.  My son Ronny ordered me to swallow his piss in the morning. It was strong and bitter like my young Masters' piss is this morning.  I hated it when my son did it to me. Yet, this morning's piss isn't as bad. It's just as strong but now that I'm truly a slave I expected it. It's funny how one's perspective changes when you know you have no choice.  You have to adapt or you'll make yourself go crazy. 

After my young Masters are done using me as their urinal and cumbucket, Jeffery feeds and waters me from the troff. I'm getting used to eating the slave kibbles with just my mouth.  It's less humiliating than the first day.  Each time I feed, Jeffery reminds me to keep my hands on the ground. So, it's not lost on me that I'm being fed like the pigs in my pig barn. DAM IT!  I keep forgetting I don't own anything now! 

I can't believe I made Jeffery's family eat like this all their lives.  It's like I'm just another farm animal!  

Speaking of pigs, today I work in the pig barn. Masters Johnny and Jimmy drag me by a leash to the barn.  Like the horses, I have to clean up their droppings and spray down their group stall. I need to be careful to keep my bare feet clear of the hooves. The first time one of them steps on my feet it will hurt like hell.  Of course, as a slave, my young black Masters don't care if I get hurt.  They even laugh knowing how to keep the pigs away from their bare feet.  

"Stupid white boy, use the cattle prod to keep them away."

He points to a prod with a long cable hanging from a long arm cantilever over the pigs.  Fuck! I forgot about the cattle prod Dad installed years ago. He didn't want a portable one, fearing that his slaves might use it on him. That's why it's connected to a heavy cable. 

I grab it with one hand and a bag of feed in the other. When the pigs see me with it they back off. Good, I don't want to have to use it on them. But at the same time, I don't want to have a broken foot.  However, I have to set down the prod to fill the troff. Of course, being hungry pigs they rush forward.  Thankfully, I empty the bag and can grab the prod again before they reach me.

Yell out, "Back piggies," aiming the prod at them. They stop giving me time to get out of the stall and close the gate. 

My black Masters stands back and laughs hysterically at me, "White… boy… you.. Have.. Five… more bags.. of feed."

I shake my head scared to enter the stall again. Fuck this is dangerous work. I should have work boots on. What the fuck was Dad and I thinking to allow slaves in the stalls without protection on their feet!  Yet, when I set down the prod, my young Masters push me to the bags of feed. 

"Get back to work slave!  There is a lot more work to get done. The day is just starting, bitch!"

So, I grab two bags this time and the prod. Again, I’m able to keep the pigs at bay in order to feed them. 

After the feeding is done, I have to spray them down. The sprayer is strong and I get myself just as wet as the pigs. 

Again I'm laughed at by my young Master who knows more about how to run the farm than I do. It's humiliating since I used to own this small farm and them.  Yet, I'm feeling proud that I'm finally learning what it takes to run the farm despite doing it naked and in chains as a common slave boy! 

Next, I brush and clean the horses, feed them, and clean up after them. My young Masters teach me how to keep the horses’ manes healthy and clean. Also, I’m taught how to inspect the horseshoes on their hooves, look for bad teeth, and many other things to maintain a horse.  I never knew how much work it takes to maintain horses. I had slaves for that type of work. Now, my Master has me to maintain them.  In a way, I feel like I'm doing something worthwhile with my life now!  These horses are beautiful and they need me to keep them fed and healthy. I now understand why my young Masters are going into to great detail to teach me how to maintain these marvelous creatures. They must love the horses. It was their duty when I owned them so they must have gotten attached to horses.  To these young Masters, the horses are worth ten times more than I am.  So, I need to ensure I understand and do everything they want me to do to maintain these majestic animals. It’s important to my young Masters so it’s very important to me.  

That night I slept better than I have since my real enslavement. I even looked forward to my young Masters to come fuck me in the middle of the night. 

The next day, I'm put out in the fields to plow them. Jeffery is behind me steering me while motivating me to pull with whipping again! The whip drives me to continue even though I long to stop. It's the hardest of all my duties. It doesn't help that the sun is beating down and it's humid as hell. 

Since it's hot and dirty work, Jeffery is naked too. I notice for the first time he is still wearing a collar. Yet, it is a thick leather one like the white cop wears. Did Master Malik keep him as a slave? I thought he freed Jeffery. If he is still a slave, then he is much higher in rank than I.  

I hope he is treated as a human being now. At least he is not wearing the high-tech collar like the one around my neck.  He can escape his slavery if he wants to. Then I realize he must have chosen to continue to be a slave just with more rights than he ever had under my control. He is like my overseer, keeping me productive for our owner. 

After I plow the fields, I feed all the animals on the farms, even the chickens and dogs.  It's been another long day.  As I'm locked up for the night, the pain in my back tells me that I need to be a better slave.  I want to be better. To make my Master proud of me.  I fall asleep dreaming about my Master watching me work and enjoy what he owns. Kind of like when the black cop watched me mow the lawn.  It felt good that he liked seeing me work hard for my Owner. 

The next day, my young Masters had me milk the cows. Of course, it's done manually like most things on this farm. We only have a few cows, just enough to support the household.  So, I had to carry two buckets of milk at a time up to the main house.  My young Masters encourages me to run faster with a cane to the ass.  Again, I'm going to have to go to sleep in pain. It seems to be a daily thing that I didn't completely understand when I submitted my Master Malik. In fact I don't think about being a farm slave before signing my life away. Yet, my slavery contract did say I would be used for manual labor.  I just thought it meant household chores.  Now! It's too late to change my mind. My life is up to my Owner's wishes. 

When I enter the kitchen to deliver the first buckets of milk, I stop at the door frame, seeing my daughter naked and collared, working away at cooking something. I totally forgot about her. When my son took me as his slave, he claimed his sister too. So, I have seen her naked many times when my son would use both of us at the same time. No, what I didn’t expect is to see her collared and her nipples to be pierced with locks in them. Then I moved down to her body and her pussy is pierced with larger padlocks, keeping her from being fucked without permission. I guess it makes sense since our Master owns her too. He must have the keys to the locks. 

I'm suddenly pushed from the back, "What the fuck are you stopping for, bitch!" 

Then a sharp sting to my back gets me to rush in as I scream in pain. My daughter hears my screams and quickly grabs the two buckets of milk. 

She nods at me, knowing that she isn't allowed to talk without permission. I, however, don't know this. I haven't been around other slaves besides Jeffery. We don't talk since it is clear he is above me. 

"Honey, thank.. " 

I scream out before I can finish. 

Master Jimmy orders, "Slaves don't talk without permission."

My daughter dumps the milk in another large container inside the walk-in refrigerator and then hands me the empty buckets. Then she gets on her hands and knees mopping up the milk that I spilled from stumbling when Master Jimmy hit me with the cane. I learned that if I fuck up, even spilling the milk because I’m pushed, it's always my fault. Masters are never at fault for anything a slave does. I have also learned not to react when I'm being disciplined. Screaming is OK but not physical movements. It could be intrepid as definince. One thing I never want to do is defy a Master's use of me, especially, black Masters.  Yes, this week I'm learning a lot about being a slave to my black Masters.

I make five more trips to the kitchen.  My daughter is working away in the hot kitchen with Jeffery’s wife.  I do notice that Jeffery’s wife is still wearing a maid’s uniform, barefoot, and a leather collar around her neck.  Like Jeffery, she must have chosen to stay a slave. Also, like Jeffery she seems to be in charge of my daughter, ordering her around the kitchen. I see my daughter's ass is red and her black overseer is always carrying a wooden spoon. 

Once my young black Masters see I’m doing OK with my duties, they take the horses for their daily ride leaving me to do my duty. At least, they are starting to trust me to do my duties without constant oversight.  That gives me some pride. Besides Jeffery is always around to correct me if I fuck up. 

On the last trip to the kitchen, an older black man is in the kitchen. I'm surprised to see he is fucking my daughter’s pussy as she is bent over own of the stainless steel prep tables. The padlocks for her pussy are on the table beside her.  I wonder who this man is.  She moans like a slut in heat.   Not even when my son fucked her was she this excited.    

As I watch them, Master Malik walks in to get some fruit from the frig. 

“Hey Dad, I see you’re making good use of your female slave.  Don’t mind me, just getting me a snack.”

Oh, the older black man is Master’s father.  Did my Master give my daughter to his father?

“Yeah, it is nice to have a white bitch again.  I miss having a white bitch to take care of my needs when your mother is away.  Now that she is the president of our law firm she can't take care of my needs as much.  Thanks again for the bitch.  She has three wonderful holes.”

Master then notices me just inside the door to the backyard.

“Oh, there is my old white bitch.  Come here, boy. I’d like you to meet my pop.”

Still holding the buckets of milk I walk to my Master’s side.  He wraps his muscular arm around my shoulders, steering me closer to his father.  I drop the buckets at my feet.  Jeffery’s wife grabs them without a word.  

“Dad, this old white boy is the father of your bitch.”

“You don’t say.  He’s not bad for an older white animal.  Why not join your old man and we can get some relief together.”

“OK, I could let off some steam and take a break from my plan of enslaving this white animal's brother and its extended white family,” smirking at me. 

Master pushes me face down on the same table that my daughter is being fucked on.  We are now face to face.  Suddenly, my face heats up as I watch my daughter moan.  She is being pushed towards me with each hard fuck from the older scary black man!   Then it occurs to me.  I saw him before.  Just not like this.  Oh shit, I asked HR to find an attractive black couple so I could hide the fact of owning black slaves.  Now they own my law firm and this strong black man’s wife is the president!  He owns my daughter too!

Just then, Master places his massive cock at the opening of my hole.  I groan as he slowly enters me for the first time. 

“Nice! It is still tight after being used for a week by my cousins.”

“Yeah, I see they are taking to being proud black men and claim what's theirs.”

“Dad, I promised to give them this boy’s twin nephews of its younger brother.  So, I had them teach this boy how to work hard on our small farm.  Boy, did you learn a lot from my cousins this week?”

Through grunts, “Yes, Master.  They taught me a lot about being a farm hand.”

Master slaps my ass hard, “Boy, it’s a slave animal.  If I hire my cousin to manage my slave animals then they would be farm handlers and move up to farm managers someday. We will not need farmhands once I claim the rest of your white family as my property.”

He and his father laugh, but it seems to get them excited.  My daughter and I are shoved face to face as father and son fuck their father and daughter slave animals.  That’s what we are now.  Slave animals to powerful, superior black men.   

Just then I hear a familiar voice, my son Chris rushes into the kitchen, “Master, I just had an idea on how you can….”

He stops mid-sentence, seeing his father and sister being fuck in the kitchen for anyone to come and see.  I guess privacy is not something needed in this black family.  Well for us slaves, we have no privacy which I learned as I was fucked everywhere on this farm and even in the middle of the night.

My naked son looks at us and moans, rubbing his chastity cage. Master looks at Chris and nods to the back of him.  Quickly, he rushes behind our Master with his head disappearing behind him.  I then hear licking and sucking sounds.  

“AH FUCK! That’s a nice boy. Get that animal tongue deep into my hole.  Yeah, boy you are always good at servicing my hole. 

Muffled sounds of what I think is ‘Thank you, Master’ come from Chris.  

I have to admire him.  He has adjusted to being a slave easier than all of us. 

“Son, I’m proud of you.  That boy is one eager white animal.  You have trained it well.”

Master laughs, “Dad, do you remember him on his first day being my slave?  He was so new but just as eager to please.  I would have never guessed all this would be ours when the white boy knelt at my feet in the locker room that fateful day.”

WOW! My son Chris volunteered to be enslaved in the school’s locker room!  

“Son, he knew he wanted to be your slave before you claimed him”, the father laughs, “He blacked himself just to impress you, son!   He is a keeper.  Never sell that white animal.  He is the prize livestock of your harem.  You will need boys like him to worship you as you build your harem of white animals.”

He must have researched Master’s family to want to be claimed by Master.  SHIT! It's no coincidence that Master is related to Jeffery and all of my family's black slaves. My son planned to be enslaved by a family member of slaves he owned! 

“Yeah, Dad, he is special.  I don’t ever plan on selling him.”

At least, that is something good.  Our Master likes him and wants to keep him.   

“Now! The one you are using, you might want to think about how much he would go at an auction.   Once the volunteer slave law goes into effect, I think white animals will go for top dollar.  Plus, we will get more revenue from part of the sales tax for each white animal sold.  Your mother is helping Master Frank draft the first law for the town, then the county, the state, and finally the whole country.  Since there aren’t as many blacks compared to other races in our county, we should get a good revenue once these white animals start volunteering to enslave themselves.”

I never thought that Master would want to sell me.  I mean how would he do that on the black market?  But as I listen to the father and son talk casually about enslaving white people, I realize that Master Frank must be a powerful man.  If this Master Frank gets the slavery law passed then I could be legally sold!   Well, I guess that would be better than the black market. 

“Yeah, Dad, I have a plan to get more profit from selling exclusive white animals.  I plan on turning this bitches brother’s farm into a white animal training center and auction house.  The slave working my hole already is recruiting white animals online to be trained at the farm.  I plan on calling the company, White Lives Owned or WLO.”

WOW!  They are going to turn my family farm into a training center so the can sell white people as slaves.  

“We already have a couple of hundred white boys and girls on a waiting list.”

“Son, that’s an excellent idea.   Over time you could breed the white animals, raise them, and offer them to be your slaves. The ones who choose to be your slaves you could sell for a good profit.  There will be a high supply on the market at first but as more white animals start to be sold into private harems there will be a larger demand for white animals. I would start with the stock you already have like this bitch right here.   She is in her prime to bear children.”

“Dad, that's another great idea. You’re right the supply will go down over time but the price will go up.  So, I will have to figure out how many to breed so I can keep the price high in the market.  I don’t want others to get the idea and start breeding white animals and then flooding the market.  So, the offspring that choose to be enslaved will have to be sold in private auctions.  I just need to find a way after they are sold that they are not bred.”

"You could lease them instead of selling them. That way I could draw up a contract that forbids breeding. Or, you could permanently neuter them before selling them."

"WOW DAD! That's two more options to control the white animal’s population growth.  Subscription services is where everything is going these days."

"Yeah, son it will give you a steady income. Then when you need some influx of capital, you could always sell some of the neutered animals for a high profit. For now Son, you already have the capital to start this business venture. Plus, once you secured the trust fund then you will have lots more capital to invest with."

OH MY GOD!  They want to breed my sweet girl and raise her children to be slaves to sell or lease later on.  Fuck! This is some crazy shit.  Yet when I think about it, that’s exactly what my family did to Master’s family.  We bred generations of black families to be slaves for over 250 years.  It’s only right that my family help them gain their rightful place in the world.  This week has taught me that my family is evil. We did horrible things to our black slaves.  At least these superior black men will give my grandchildren a choice if they want to be freed or live as slaves for the rest of their lives.

Also, I realize the influx of capital Master has now is from my offshore accounts.  Well, they’re not mine anymore. I willingly gave everything to Master.  Hopefully, he will put it to better use than would have. 

“Son, as you know for each white boy or girl you sell, part of the taxes collected will be given back to us. So, in effect that will be higher profits for you, Son.  Plus, that tax revenue is tax-free at the end of the year.  As a black man, you will already have an advantage over others who enter the market of selling exclusively white animals.  Yes, son, I think it will be a good business assuming the volunteer slavery law goes into effect.” 

“Dad, you know Master Frank, when he puts his mind to something he gets it done just like his son Alex does.  Plus, with the black vote that Mom and you will help him get, it will pass without an issue.”

“I hope so.  You’re banking a lot on the legalization of selling white animals.”

“Well, Dad if it doesn’t work out, we will still have a lot of white animals to use for manual labor.  I’m sure we will be able to put them to good use. Besides, we’ll be freeing a lot of our own family from this evil white family!”   

“Yeah, you're right, son.  We could put some of the intelligent white animals to do grunt work at the law firm. We have already demoted most of the white lawyers to legal assistants. But we always need help with the grunt work.”

“OK Dad, Right now I need to get off, so I can get back to planning my take over the white boy’s farm.”

Now Master fucks me hard and fast.  Both black men are now pounding us with all their strength!  All I can think about is that monster deep inside me! I will need time to process all that they said.  For sure, my family is fucked, figuratively and literally.  My family's days at the top of the human hierarchy will soon be over.  We will not even be considered humans in our Master’s eyes.  They keep referring to us as white animals!  This week I felt like an animal, as I ate, drank, and worked like a beast!   I guess I have to accept that is what I am now.          

As I’m moaning in pleasure, I hear a click of heals coming from the hallway,  I turn my head to see a very tall beautiful, and powerful black woman enter the kitchen.  She has a commanding presence as Master and his father look at her without stopping pounding our holes. Behind her is my son Ronny, naked and on a leash she is holding. 

She walks up to Master’s father and kisses him with the passion of seasoned lovers.  Then it clicks.  She is the wife, Master’s mother.   The kiss drives Master’s father to fuck my daughter even harder.  She lifts her skirt, pulling the leash down and forcing my son to his knees.  

Ronny quickly dives into her pussy like a well-trained slave should.  Now she is moaning along with everyone else.  

I smile with deep satisfaction that my family is serving together to pleasure our Owners!  This is our true purpose.  My son Chris and Ronny are right! We are white slave animals born to serve superior black people, especially this family!