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 Master Malik. Slaves Chris and Ronny’s father is surprised after coming home from his three-week-long business trip.
Characters:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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).
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
White Lives Owned
POV Master Malik
Well for the next three weeks, Marcus, myself, and my parents all moved into the mansion that my slave Chris and Ronny's family used to own.
This mansion was here before the town got incorporated and turned into a gay-friendly community/town. From what I understand, the uncle of my new white slaves didn’t like his brother and nephews living in a gay-friendly town. But the uncle didn’t have a choice in the matter. The mansion has been in my slave’s family for generations so they didn’t want to sell it. Plus, if they had sold the mansion then it might have exposed them to still owning generations of black slaves. So, it was easier to keep the mansion in the white family. Well, it worked out well for my family.
My parents were quite pleased with how my boyfriend and I took control of the white family's house, holdings, and private law firm.
After all, they now have control of the law firm that employed them as “show” pieces to hide the fact that they owned black slaves. They were supposedly there to show that the firm “supports” minorities. Yet, in reality, they didn’t. The firm just used my parents because of their race and didn’t appoint them as lead on the important cases. So, they never made enough to get out of the low-income apartment complex of our gated community.
The apartment complex rents mostly to the ‘help’ of the more wealthy gay families in the community.
Let's just say their former boss and the father of my slaves Chris and Ronny is surprised when he gets back from his three-week long trip. He steps into the den seeing his oldest and youngest sons being fucked by big powerful black teens over his favorite recliner.
So, after seeing what is happening to his sons, he immediately calls the police on us, thinking we broke in and are raping his sons. His fear of strong black men has made him jump to the wrong conclusions. That's what happens when you enslave a race for generations, you fear they might gain the power to enslave you someday. Well, that day has come!
While the father waits for the cops to show up, Malik and I continue to fucked his sons in front of him. He can't stop watching us, even rubbing himself through his dress pants. He is definitely a bottom bitch boy. I smile at him which only makes his face flush. It's cute. I bet he wants to be bent over like his sons. I motion him over but he shakes his head and runs off.
When I allowed the cops to go through the gate, Malik and I made ourselves presentable as they drove up the long driveway. Of course, our slaves are presentable as they are, naked bitches.
Walter comes back into the den and sits down on the couch across from us with his head down, trying not to look at us getting dressed. Yet, I see him take glances at me and then Marcus. A mound forms in his dress slacks so he tries to hide it. Typical white boy, ashamed of his sexuality and attraction to men. Especially for him since he had to hide being gay from his homophobic brother.
Our butler, Jeffery, ushers the cops into the lounge where we were just fucking our slaves.
When a black and white cop walks in, I'm sitting in the recliner that my slaves were just bent over. My slaves Chris and Ronny are kneeling on either side of me. Their father is sitting nervously on the couch across from us. Marcus is sitting beside me in his favorite recliner.
The cops look at Marcus, me, our slaves, and finally at Walter. Then the black cop looks at Marcus and me again, staring at my naked white slaves as I rub their heads. I can feel them relaxing to my touch as I trained them to do. The black cop then stares at Marcus and his slave Kenny and then back at me and my slaves. He smirks and nods at us with approval. The white cop smiles at us too but then turns red when his black partner cups his right ass cheeks with his hand. The white cop lowers his head in understanding of the situation in this household.
The black cop calls out, "I’m Officer KhalanAkinyemi. Who is Walter Wilson?"
Walter, my slave's father, raises his hand, too nervous to talk.
Officer Akinyemi looks at Walter, "Speak up, white boy."
Walter's eyes widen with the harshness of Officer Akinyemi's command. I can see a flash of fear in his eyes and something else! He lowers his head and even slumps some. He’s realizing he might not be able to kick us out after all.
So, he does what comes naturally for inferiors who haven't been trained properly, he lies!
"Sir, these boys have forced their way into my house and raped my sons. They turned them into some kind of sex slaves. Now they refuse to leave. I walked in on them sodomizing my sons just moments ago."
Officer Akinyemi looks at Walter, "Now that is a serious accusation. Boy, if you are found to make a false police report, it could lead to imprisonment for up to 90 days per the town's charter. Plus, these fine gentlemen could then sue you for slander. Now do you have proof of forced entry and rape?"
"OH, I have video security cameras throughout the house and grounds. Let me check."
"Boy, you didn't check the video footage before calling us? So, you don't know what went on between your sons and these fine black men, do you?"
"Ah! Well, I couldn't access the cameras when I was out of the country."
"So, white boy, you lied to the police about knowing whether or not there was a forced break and entering. You do know that lying to the police is a crime?"
Walter is about to reply when Officer Akinyemi holds up his palm to stop him. Then Officer Akinyemi whispers in the white cop's ear who still has his head down.
The white cop nods his head and says, "Yes Sir!" then starts looking around the house. I assume signs of forced entry.
Officer Akinyemi turns back to us, "My subordinate is now checking for signs of forced entry. You don't mind, do you?"
Walter and I both give our approval at the same time. My parents own the house which Walter doesn’t know yet. So, of course, when I give my approval of the search, Walter looks at me with anger and annoyance at what he thinks is me overstepping my authority. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees he is wrong!
Officer Akinyemi looks at Marcus and me, "Who are the sons of this white boy, Walter?"
I tap the heads of my naked slaves kneeling at my feet and say, "These white boys are the sons."
"OK, I want to hear from them now."
Walker starts to object but Officer Akinyemi cuts him off, "Don't interrupt my investigation. If you do it one more time I will arrest you for impeding a lawful investigation of a potential crime."
This shuts up Walter.
Officer Akinyemi looks at me, "Now fine Sir, would you please allow me to question the sons?"
I smile, knowing the cop understands the boys are under my control and not their fathers. I suspect the white cop is also under Officer Akinyemi's control. And, more than professional authority over the white cop.
I pat my slave's head, "Go on crawl to the kind officer and answer all his questions. Tell him your truth."
‘Your truth’ is a keyword for them to tell Officer Akinyemi the truth of what they feel now towards me.
They both crawl in front of him and look up, waiting for him to command them For they have been trained to respect all black men.
Their father looks at them with amazement, fear, and even envy. After all, he was a slave to his oldest son. In a way, I understand why he is trying to protect his former Master. In a way, I find it honorable if I didn’t know his family history toward black people, especially my family line.
"OK boys, who owns this house? Is it your father?"
Ronny looks up with the confidence of a seasoned lawyer, "Sir, Master Malik's parents own this house. It was my honor to sign the house over to them. It's the least I can do to help support them and my Master. Sir, recently, I learned an important lesson about all black men."
Officer Akinyemi nods his approval of what the white boy is saying. Then asks, “Now white boy what did you learn?”
“Sir, my family has used my white privilege to keep all black men down because we fear what would happen if they took control. My younger brother and my Master showed me that it was wrong of me and my family to suppress the potential that all black men deserve to achieve.”
“Well, boy, it sounds like you learned a very important truth that all white boys need to know. So, I assume the house was in your name only before gifting it to Master Malik’s parents?”
“Yes, Sir. My father gave me the house a couple of years ago. It was all mine to give away.”
“And, Mr. Malik or his family never forced or coerced you into signing this house over to them against your will?”
“No, Sir. I truly want to help make amends for what my family has done to all black men, especially Malik’s family!”
"Did Mr Malik force himself on you without doing it in self-defense?"
Now Officer Akinyemi is choosing his words closely.
"No Sir, I love my Master and only wish to give him the pleasure he deserves, including sexual pleasure, Sir."
All is true and will pass review from Officer Akinyemi's superiors if need be.
The white cop comes back from his inspection of the house and grounds, doing a quick inspection. He leans into Officer Akinyemi's ear, whispering something to him, and then resumes looking down with hands behind his back.
I see Walter look quickly at the security video and his face shows more signs of defeat. The video shows that his youngest invited Marcus and me into the house and then his oldest son attacked me. It shows me defending myself from his son Ronney’s attacks. It also shows that Jeffery and his family are naked and in shackles with heavy steel collars around their necks. Clearly, they are slaves without a means of escape. It shows me freeing them from the shackles, implicating Walter in the crime of forced slavery. Then later he sees the confession of his sons that their whole extended white family has been keeping generations of Jeffery and my family as slaves from before the Civil War. His face goes white by the time he finishes reviewing the video with one earbud in.
"My subordinate finds no signs of a forced entry. Since Mr Malik’s parents owns this house, I have determined his friend and himself are legally able to be here."
Now looking at Walter, “And, the white boy, Walter Wilson, is the one who's trespassing, lied to the police, and has made false accusations toward the legal owners of this house. Mr Malik, do you wish to press charges against this white boy, Walter Wilson, for trespassing and false accusations?"
"No officer, I don't wish to press charges at this time. I will deal with the white boy in my own way."
Officer Akinyemi looks at Walter with disappointment and disgust on his face.
"Well, then that leaves the matter of a false police report. Boy come here."
Officer Akinyemi snaps a finger at Walter and then points to the ground next to Walter’s naked sons. To his credit, the boy doesn’t say anything, knowing he lost his challenge of my authority over his sons and the ownership of this house he used to own!
Walter tries to stand but then sees Officer Akinyemi shaking his head no. So, he sinks to all fours and crawls in front of Officer Akinyemi. He keeps his head bowed not wanting to look into his eyes, embarrassed at how far he fell from power. That white pride is showing through. I shake my head no, showing me disappointment in the boy too!
“White boy! When in the presence of a superior man, you must look them in the eyes. Hiding your failures just adds to your irresponsible behavior.”
The boy starts to shake in fear as he looks up at Officer Akinyemi. This cop has his future in his hands and there is nothing he can do to stop it.
He looks down at the boy with a determined look, “BOY! Do you realize the mistake you made today?
Still shaking all over, he squeaks out, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
He lowers his eyes but Officer Akinyemi will not have it.
Growling with a touch of anger, “BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? I SAID TO LOOK UP AT ME!”
Quickly, he looks back up, locking eyes with him.
“I should just hall your white ass downtown and charge you will making a false police report.”
“Please Sir, I’m so sorry. Please don’t arrest me. It will never happen again!”
“I don’t know if that is true. What can you do to prove that you will not accuse a superior black man of something he didn’t do?”
Officer Akinyemi then looks at his sons and then back at Walter.
“Boy, maybe you should take a lesson from your sons?”
Walter glances at his naked collared sons, realizing what he is implying! Beats of sweat start to form on his forehead. Yet, the wet spot in front of his pants only grows bigger.
Officer Akinyemi smirks at the boy, “Your sons understand what it means to be remorseful and make amends. They have taken responsibility for their actions. You have lots to be remorseful for don’t you, boy?”
Walter looks up with lust and fear now!
“Yes Sir. I have accused an innocent man of breaking into this house and raping my son. I am deeply sorry for that, Sir.”
“Glad to hear you admit your wrongdoing. But there is more that you’re remorseful for aren’t you, white boy? What about the sleeping quarters in the back buildings of the house? Are you remorseful for those too?”
Walter’s eyes light up wide, realizing that Officer Akinyemi knows about the slave quarters where Jeffery’s family used to sleep and be punished. The white subordinate cop must have found the slave quarters. There are clear signs of what the quarters are used for. With chains welded to the cots, a fuck bench in the middle of the room, and the cross on the far wall. Plus, the door locks only from the outside. It’s clear what the building is used for. Plus, it's still used as slave quarters. On the first day of slave Ronny’s enslavement, he spent a week in that building, learning what it’s like to be a shackled hard labor slave!
“OH! YES SIR! I’M VERY REMORSEFUL! I WILL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE UP FOR MY PAST WRONGDOINGS!”
“That’s good to hear. Why don’t you crawl over to Mr. Malk and show him how remorseful you are, white boy!”
The white boy crawls to me with his head down. When he gets to me, I lift his chin to stare into his eyes. Tears are running down his face.
Officer Akinyemi orders, "Go on, tell this superior man how remorseful you really are."
The boy blurts out, "OH GOD! I am so sorry Sir. I should have never assumed that you broke in here and did harm to my boys. I didn't realize my son invited you and gave you the house. Please forgive me, Sir. I will do anything to make amends for my actions now and in the past to your family."
I look at the boy with a cold stare, shaking my head, showing him my deep disappointment in him. He must have seen the security video part where his son Chris and I revealed Jeffery's relationship to me!
I grab his cheeks in my right hand, "Boy, are you going to be just as remorseful as your sons are? Or, do I just let the superior cop haul your ass downtown and see how remorseful you are in the country lock-up? I might just have to press charges for your trespassing on my property and accusing me of false crimes. I might even sue your ass for slander of my family's good name. Do you know that my parents now own the law firm that you gave to your son Ronny? In fact, you hired them to represent black men and women for the firm. As you see, your son Ronny is very remorseful towards my family!"
Now the boy's eyes widened with new understanding. He knows who I am and that my family owns more of his wealth. I bet he is wondering what else we now own of his. Well, not his, he gave it to his son Ronny who in turn gave it all to me and my family. The only thing left is the trust funds that his brother has control of and uses to control his family. Well, that will be ours next with this boy's help.
Seeing real defeat in his eyes and now submission as well, "Sir, I now understand the remorseful feelings that my sons feel. Yes Sir! I want to do the right thing for you Sir. Please may I fully be of service to you in order to try to make amends for all that my family has done to your family over the years?"
"So, are you willing to become just like your sons? To serve me until the day you die! To live every day of life in atonement for the actions that your horrible white family has done to my superior family?"
The boy first looks at me with fear and then slowly I see resolve form in his face. His face and body stiffen to a determination that his son now have! I’m surprised at how quickly his white pride broke down. Then I remember that his son Ronny trained him to be his slave. That training must be kicking in. Good! Less training I have to do.
"Yes Sir. I do! I will serve you with just as much devotion as my sons do. Please Sir let me serve you to make up for all the horrible things my family did to your superior family. If you let me, Sir, I will be your faithful servant until I die!"
With Officer Akinyemi's help, this has worked out much easier than I thought it would.
"Good boy, I accept you into my service as long as this fine police officer doesn't haul your ass downtown."
Officer Akinyemi smirks at us while cupping his white subordinate ass. The mound forming in both cops’ leather pants tells me they understand most of what is happening here. At least, the most important parts.
So, Officer Akinyemi says, "Well, I see that you have the boy well under control now. I don't think the white boy will make the same mistakes from today or the past. Therefore, I don't see why I need to bring the boy in. Besides, I think justice will be better served here than downtown. Well, kind Sir, we have other more important crimes to attend to. Thank you for your time and sorry for inconveniencing your day."
I quickly get up, forcing my new boy to scurry away from me, still on all fours.
I walk Officer Akinyemi to the front door, "Please let me escort you out."
We walk side by side with the white cop walking behind us with his face looking at his Superior's ass. I smirk at him then look at Officer Akinyemi as we walk to the door.
"Thank you for coming out and your help with my new white boy’s behavior. You're welcome to come by for a visit anytime, on or off shift. You helped me a great deal today and I want to show my appreciation. I'm sure my boys will want to show their appreciation as well. They understand their role in this household, especially the sons."
Officer Akinyemi laughs, "Yes, that would be wonderful to witness. Thank you! I look forward to your unique hospitality, brother. I would be very interested to know how you helped your boys understand how remorseful they are,", laughing sadistically.
"I can fill you in on all the details. Are you free tonight?"
Now smiling broadly, "Yes, I am. I will bring my white boy with me if that's OK?"
"Of course, your boy is in your service I assume the same as my boys?"
"Yes, just like your boys."
"Excellent! Then, of course, you will need his services just like my boys serve me. Please bring him along."
I look back at the white cop with a smirk. The boy's face flushes red. Good! The white cop belongs to Officer Akinyemi just as I suspected.
I shake Officer Akinyemi's hand, ignoring the white cop completely. Jeffery is there and opens the door for Officer Akinyemi. He looks at Jeffery with concern. Jeffery is shirtless and is wearing long black slacks, barefoot with a bowtie around his neck. So, I lean into Officer Akinyemi's ear, "I will explain tonight. Trust me he is happy in his role too."
He nods and whispers, "OK! Now, I want to know more about Jeffery's STORY," he looks back to Jeffery shaking his head, and turns back to me whispering, "See you tonight. Be ready to explain all of this, brother!" Giving me a cold stare.
He clearly doesn't like that Jeffery is still in my service. I think he suspects that Jeffery was a slave to this white family. What he fears is that I never gave him a choice to be free after enslaving the white sons. I know it's going to be hard for him to believe that a black man chooses to be a slave. God knows I tried to get Jeffery and his wife to free themselves from my service. Yet, this is what they chose. I can't just throw them out even if I set them up for life. They wouldn’t survive long in the outside world. At least, I freed their sons. They have taken over the west wing of the mansion. Being young they have adapted to modern life quickly. My mother brought in black a teacher specializing in homeschooling. The teacher is also a mentor for black youths. He’s teaching not only our African history but also how to navigate modern life as a proud black man. Plus, he’s teaching them how to take care of their hair as it grows back out. Of course, we had to explain why they were so out of touch with modern life. He was outraged that black people are still slaves to white bitches. I assured him that the whole extended white family will soon get what’s coming to them. Justice will be served.
I walk back in my den seeing that boy Walter is still kneeling beside my recliner. Marcus is busy getting head from his boy Kenny but Marcus is keeping a close eye on boy Walter.
I walk over to Marcus, lean over, and give him a wet passionate kiss. He rubs my growling cock as I get ready to take the father into my harem. I have been looking forward to this ever since my slave Chris explained to me he wants them enslaved too.
I break the kiss and look at the father.
"Did the boy behave?"
"Yes, my love, for the most part. He moved to sit on his thighs but I ordered him to kneel properly, with his back straight. I left him clothed, figuring you want to watch him lose the clothes that he will never wear again."
The boy tenses at the mention of not wearing the clothes again. I wonder if he thinks Marcus is referring to the fine expensive clothes he's wearing or all of them. He will soon find out!
I laugh, "Dam, straight I do."
As I sit down, I pull my slave Ronny by his collar between my legs and order, "Suck, slave."
Walter glances up to watch his son pull out my big black dick. He takes it to the root with one go. After his first week as my slave, he became an expert cocksucker.
His father's eyes go wide, watching his son take my 9 inches with no problem. I bet he is thinking he couldn't do it. Yet, he is so wrong. Like son, like father, he will be an expert!
I stare at the shocked boy in front of me.
"STRIP! WHITE BOY!"
I can see the debates about running going through his dumb mind.
So, to clear his mind, I lean over and backhand him across the face. This forces my cock deeper into his son's throat. At the same time, I grab the shirt and pull it as I sit back up. It is a delicate fine silk. So, it rips easily. As I sit back, I let it go, leaving it hanging off the shocked white boy. I can get a glimpse of the white flash underneath. Not bad for an old man.
"STRIP! DO IT NOW BITCH! OR DO I HAVE TO RIP THE REST OF ITS CLOTHES OFF? YOU’RE DO FOR PUNISHMENTS. YOU DON'T WANT TO MAKE IT WORSE, SLAVE!"
"No Sir, sorry Sir!"
The shocked and scared boy quickly rips the rest of his shirt off his body. Then quickly removes his shoes, socks, and pants.
"Hand me your wallet and phone. You won't be needing them."
He hands over his wallet and phone, too afraid now to disobey. He will never see them again.
"Give me the pin for the phone."
He gives a simple pin that I could have guessed. Stupid white boy. Yet, I'm not surprised.
"Now throw the rest into the fireplace."
Marcus must have had one of my boys start a fire. One of their many duties around the house is to keep the woods stocked for the fireplace. Jeffery taught them how to cut down trees in the private forest behind the house. They are required to keep the wood well-stocked for the many fireplaces in the house.
With a red face and not just from the slap, he picks up his clothes, crawls to the fireplace, and throws the expensive clothes in. I let him watch them burn to let what’s happening sink in.
Look at his son Chris, "Boy, get the collar and the contracts."
He runs out of the room and returns with the same collar he's wearing in one hand and contracts in the other. He knows that his father is about to be collar and enslaved. Yet, he has a huge smile on his face. From the very start in the gym’s locker room, he wanted this for his family. He is the most devoted slave I own. As he kneels beside the chair with his hands stretched out, I pat him on the head.
"Good boy, Hand me the contracts first."
"Thank you, Master. Yes, Master."
Then he hands me the three contracts. I throw the contracts behind boy Walter. He turns around and looks at me and notices three contracts on the floor.
"Read them. Sign them or walk out in your birthday suit with no funds to live on. Yes, your son Ronney gave me not only the house but also all the offshore accounts. Plus, I will soon have control of the family trust. So, read every word as you tell all your law clients to do."
I push my cock deeper down slave Ronney‘s throat to confirm what I'm saying is true!
Boy Walter looks at his oldest son, naked, collared, and choking on my cock! He nods his understanding. Then he looks at his youngest son who is smiling, almost giddy with excitement.
So, he picks up the contract for “Financial Power of Attorney”, reading it completely. Then he picks up the “Medical Advance Directive” with a worried face. Both give my parents and me complete control of his finances and medical decisions.
Lastly, he picks up his "Slavery Contract". As he reads it his mouth falls out and his eyes go wide.
What he doesn't know is once Master Frank gets the volunteer slavery law passed the contract will be legal and binding.
He set the slavery contract down next to the other two.
He then looks at me with shock, now really understanding what they mean.
He asks, "Sir, can I think about it?"
With a smirk, I say, "NO! It's now or be a naked homeless man with no one to turn to. Once your brother finds out you lost everything to a Black man, he will remove you from the family trust. You will be shunned from your asshole family to fend for yourself on the streets. You will be begging for food, clothes, and shelter to cover that inferior white boy’s head. Living a life of shame and regret all your life. OR! You could live as my slave in this house and finally be who you are meant to be. Your son owned you before. Now he is allowing you to be owned by someone much better than him. As a white submissive boy, you know this is true."
He looks at his son with lustful longing. I can tell he misses serving him.
I pull my slave Ronny off my hard 9 inches and turn him around to face his father.
As he looks at his submissive son, I say “Is this the boy you want to serve or this,” I grab my dark meat stroking it. It's all shiny with his son's saliva.
I reach around the back of the chair and throw the beaten leather collar he used to wear in front of contracts.
"This is what you are, boy. A slave hiding from the world and using your son as a substitute for the real thing. You know deep down you want a real dominant Master with absolute authority over your life until the day you die."
I can tell his real self is trying to break free. His hard white dick is leaking which is a good sign of what a true submissive wants.
"This is what you really want, isn't it?"
I motion slave Chris to place the steel collar next to the Leather substitute. Slave Chris removes the leather collar as he comes back to kneel beside me.
Boy Walter looks at the collar and contracts then back up to my hard strong cock and finally looks up into my face. He studies me for a minute, taking in my power over him. I let him stare at me until he starts licking his lips. It’s the need that all submissives have, the need to serve someone better than themselves. His whole body language changes. He wants to serve me as I stroke my hard dark cock. His son Chris did say seeing my black cock would break him. So, I throw a pen on top of the contracts.
"SIGN, BOY. IT’S WHAT YOU HAVE ALWAYS WANTED. IT'S WHO YOU ARE!"
He nods his head and looks down at the first contract, flips to the last page, and signs it. He looks back up at the thing he wants most in the world, my cock!
Then he looks down again and signs the second contract, looking back up at me again.
Finally, he looks down at the slavery contract and flips to the last page. Just as he is about to sign he stops just above the line. Then glances back up at me, nods his head, and places pen to paper. With the last moment of freedom, he signs his very existence over to me. I motion for slave Chris to gather the contracts.
"Good slave. I'm proud of it."
He whispers, "Thank you, Master."
"What was that, I did hear you. Speak loud and clear when addressing your owner!"
He blurts out, loud enough for the whole house to hear, "THANK YOU, MASTER!"
I growl, "Better, slave! Now for the last step in becoming completely Owned by me. Pick up the collar and hand it to me."
With fear and excitement in his eyes, he hands me the collar. I open it and hold the open end in front of me.
"Crawl forward and place your neck in the collar."
Nervously, he crawls to me, leans over, and slowly places his neck in the collar. I slowly close it to help him remember this moment. With a loud click, it's done. I place my finger on the fingerprint reader and my phone dings. I grab it and see a new notification, "Registering a new slave collar, YES or NO?"
I pick it ‘YES’.
The Slave App asks, “What name do you wish to call the slave?”
I type "Wally".
It comes back "Congratulations on collaring slave Wally. Remember, review all the features this collar provides a Master."
I close the app, already knowing the features. Yet, my latest slave doesn’t. This is the fun part when he understands how much control I have over him, NOW!
I pat him on the head.
"Slave Wally, you are forever my slave and will be a slave until you pass away. As you know, being a former lawyer, the Financial Power of Attorney gives me the power of how much you can and cannot own anything. Trust me, as my slave you will never own anything for the rest of your life. It is property that I own. As property, it cannot own anything! A car can’t own another car, can it, slave?
He shakes his head, no.
“Speak when your owner asks it a question?”
He yells out in fear and excitement, “NO, MASTER!”
“Better! The Medicare Advance Directive gives me the power to make medical decisions for you. I make all medical decisions for all my slaves. As my property, it doesn’t have the right to make its own medical decisions. Does it understand, slave?”
Loud this time, “YES, MASTER. IT UNDERSTANDS!”
“The ‘Slavery Contract’ spells out what my plans are for you, my newest slave. As you read, the contract can only be changed by me or a future owner. I expect my slave to follow the clauses and rules spelled in the slavery contract or face harsh punishments! Does it understand, slave?”
“YES, MASTER. IT WILL FOLLOW ALL THE CLAUSES AND RULES OUTLINED IN THE SLAVERY CONTRACT. THANK YOU, MASTER!”
He’s falling deeper into his submissive mind which is good.
“The slave collar controls its physical being like no collar can. With this collar, all my slave’s moments are tracked and controlled. If my slave ever deviates from the path that collar allows it to go on then it will be shocked. There are many sensors built in the collar. Not only to monitor my property’s location but also to monitor my property’s health. There is a camera and mic built in to record my slave 24 hours 7 days a week, backed up to the cloud. I can punish my slave at any time whether I'm with it or not through the electric shock feature. There is a GPS and e-sim chip built in for 24-hours internet connectivity under all carriers throughout the world. So, I track my slave anywhere in the world right from my phone. Isn’t that great, slave? You wanted me to have absolute control. Now I do!"
I laugh sadistically as my slave realizes he can't run from this if he changes his mind. I'm in control now for the rest of his life, just like I have over his sons.
"Now, it’s time to do what you white boys are meant for. Kiss my cock and worship me as the inferior white submissive you have always dreamed of being."
He does just that and more. This white boy is good! At least he has one skill that will be useful for me. At first, he has a little trouble getting all 9 inches down his throat. So, I had to help. But soon he adjusted and I let go of his head. Now he's taking me all the way just like his sons. Good cocksucker must run in the family. It makes sense they are submissive white boys after all.
I look at slaves Ronny and Chris then point to my balls. Each one eagerly takes one of my balls in his mouth. I sit back and look over Marcus who was watching the whole process of enslaving the Father.
Marcus comments, "That was awesome! You're amazing with these white boys. Malik, do you realize we both own a white family, both the fathers and their sons? Plus, in the process, we freed over two dozen enslaved black men, some even your kin. That is something to be proud of. I love you so much!"
"Yeah, I love you too. Yet, we have more black men to save and more whites to enslave. Our work has just begun."
Marcus reminded me of my enslaved family members, Jeffrey’s family and all the others! So, I grab the back of my boy’s head and fuck him as hard as can, releasing him after I dump my load down the boy’s throat. Fuck! I need to free my kin soon!
Not surprisingly he’s out of breath and red-faced with tears in his eyes when I finally released him.
I call out to Marcus, "It’s time to punish this slave for enslaving my Family members. Come on Marcus, do you want to practice your whipping skills before our guests arrive."
He looks at me with a devilish smirk. We walk through the kitchen, telling Jeffery and his wife we are having guests for dinner.
Jeffery looks at us, "Yes Master."
I breathe in and out, "Jeffery, remember, I freed you. You are just my paid help. If you feel you need to give me respect, Sir is OK. But I prefer Malik."
"Yes, Sir, Master Milik, dinner will be ready when your guest arrives. How many should we expect, Master?"
I shake my head, breaking Jeffery from believing he is a slave is hard.
"Well, one Master and his white slave boy. They are the black and white cops from earlier. Better make enough for two guests just in case. Yet, also have slave stew out for his slave too. I’m not sure what he feeds his slave. Now I'm off to punish this slave for what he did to our family, including you and your family!"
Jeffrey nods his head, shaking his head at his former Master.
