Owning my Family

Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery.  This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, it includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, consensual and non-consensual slavery.  Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16.  If this offends you then please move on.  

Author’s Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn’t condone non-consensual domination or slavery.  Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life.  The age of some characters is 16 and 17 so they are young adults.  In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to being enslaved for consensual slavery and BDSM scenes.  So the slaves are also genetically different since they are the product of a breeding program designed to create 100% submissives or 100% dominants (See MSDS Society as references).  The Society that bred our slave David knows of a submissive and dominant gene.  They used that knowledge to breed more submissives and dominants.  For our slaves David, Billy, Jimmy, and Mike (Sparky), they are 100% submissives.  This breeding made them so submissive that they want, no need to be enslaved.  It is a deep desire that they cannot control.  This new chapter is from the point of view of Master Alex. Master Alex needs to sort out the home life of his three newest slaves.  This slave understands this could seem extreme for some.  If this story offends you please move on.  Thank you.  

Characters:

• Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of 5 slaves and designated Master of slave David and Slave Adam.  6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat.  The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door.
• Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank’s twin boys.  Designated Master of slave Jimmy and slave Billy. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat.  
• Jason Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank’s twin boys. Designated Master of Sparky.  6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid muscles and zero body fat.
• Slave David Anderson - Submissive, was married to Adam and the Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins.  5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features stand out.  
• Slave Adam Anderson - Submissive, was married to David and the Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins.  5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes.  A face of an angel.  Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad.
• Slave Billy Richardson (born as an Anderson) - Biological son of slave David and Adam, one of the twin boys.  Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth.  A swimmer’s body
• Slave Jimmy Richardson (born as an Anderson)  - Biological son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair and green eyes, slim and smooth.  A swimmer's body.
• Slave Sparky (aka Mikey) Richardson (born as an Anderson) - Renamed Sparky by the pup’s Master.  Biological son of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body.  A face of an angel.  Could have been a model in another life.  
• Slave Jeff Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of pup slave Sparky, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy.  Age 58, 160#, 5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5 inch dick, brown hair with gray highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor.  Successful general contractor with experience in both residential and commercial construction.
• Slave Ralph Peterson - Pup slave of Master Jason and Owned by Master Frank.  33 years old, 5 ft 9 in tall, cut 8-inch dick, black hair with brown eyes, lean and build.  Before owning the leather shop downtown Ralph worked in construction, both residential and commercial.  Won a lot of money in Vagas that he used to buy the shop downtown with an apartment upstairs which is in the process of being converted to slave quarters.
• Slave Jamie - Slave of Master Frank.   Was a friend of slaves david and adam, 38, 5ft 8in tall, slim body, blond hair, blue eye, 160 pounds, and 6-inch cut dick.  Was on the swim team in high school and college. A member of the city council and president of the school board. 
  Slave Nicky - Slave of slave (aka Master) Rob.  Son of slave Jamie.  Was a friend of slave Jimmy.  On the swim team with slave Jimmy, 17 5ft 8 inches tall, 150 pounds, blonde and blue eyes, and 6.5 cut dick.
• Slave Rob Johnson - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Friend of Alex now his slave. 17, 5ft 10in tall, muscular build due to wrestling training. Captain of the high school wrestling team.  Slave Rob was sold by his father to Master Alex.
• Master Eric Johnson - Father of slave Rob Johnson.  He owns his son until his 18 birthday when he sells his son to Master Alex.  45, 6ft 2 inches tall, 190 pounds.  Works out every day so solid muscles.  He owns the mother of slave Rob where he won her in a poker game at age of 17.  

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POV Master Alex 

I look at my latest slave standing before me.  He is so perfect. A body of a seasoned athlete and now submissive to me in all ways. He is mine for the rest of his life! The thought of owning him forever makes my cock hard. I no longer see him as my best friend.  He is not a human in my eyes. It is a slave animal as my father and uncle taught me. Men determine their lives until they die but slaves don’t. As my father taught me as soon as a man releases his rights for self-determination he no longer is to be considered a human being. What makes a man different from animals is the ability to determine what we want for our lives. Domestic animals have no determination for what their lives will be like. So the same is for an owned slave. It can’t determine its destiny so it is no longer a man or even a human being. Dad calls them slave animals. They are my pets as my brother says. Just domesticated animals we own. No different than a dog, cow, pig, etc. I mean look at what my uncle has, 50 or more slave animals working his farm. They can't determine anything for themselves. So they are his livestock of slaves. I like to call my slaves my harem. Slave Rob can't determine what his life will be like so I think of him as an 'IT'.  It is no longer a free man but my fucking property. DAM! That feels so good. You can't imagine how good it feels to actually own someone for their entire lives.  It is my first permanent slave.  Fuck! I need it right now! 

"Slave, suck NOW!" 

I watch it sinks to its knees and crawls between my legs, lowering my shorts and taking my 9-inch cock balls deep. 
 
Dad gets up and pats my shoulder, "Congratulations son. It is an excellent investment. It will be good to have an Alpha slave to manage your properties."

"Dad, your right, your plan worked perfectly. I didn't think it would work when you first presented the idea but I was wrong.  I mean turning a Dominant Alpha man into your slave. I couldn't imagine it to be possible. Plus, it was my best friend. If it didn't work then I would l lose it forever!  We couldn't go back to being friends after being my slave for a weekend. I couldn't see it other than a slave ever again."

"Well, fortunately, it all worked out for the best. Son, when are you going to learn, my plans always work.", laughing sadistically. 

I laugh with him as my cock feels nice in my slave’s warm mouth.  Without much thought, I rub its head as I would do to a pet dog. It's just natural to do so. 

"The plan was brilliant, Dad. You nailed it that my slave is both dominant and submissive. You could see in my slave was submissive the first time you met it. You have the natural ability to spot a submissive a mile away."

"Son, I think you do too. You spotted that the swim team are subs."

"Well, Dad, that is still to be determined."

"Don't cut yourself short, Son. Use your gut and knowledge of submissive behavior to weed out the true submissive slaves from the ones pretending.  True submissive slaves will stand out in the crowd. Most can't see them. Yet, because we are true Dominant Masters they gravitate to us. It can be little things like getting you a drink without asking or more obvious body language like lowering his head in your presence and calling you Sir when you don't have authority over him. You are already spotting the signs but don't realize it. Dominant men like us can see those submissions traits more easily than others can."

"Dad, I guess you're right. I did see something in my slave that attracted me to him from the first moment we became friends. He agreed to do everything I suggested even though I could tell he didn't really want to. He was trying to please me. I thought he was just being nice but it was obviously more"

Absent-mindedly, I continue to pat its head as I chat with my Dad. 

"Son, you will get better at spotting in them over time. Another trick is that as you acquire more slaves, other submissives will become jealous of your slaves. Look for that jealously and use it to hook them in your dominant control. They will want you to dominate them as they watched you dominate your slaves. Son, I built my empire on the backs of submissive males. My best deals were spotting the submissive in my suppliers using their submissive nature against them. Many I fucked into submitting to get the contracts I wanted."

WOW! We are rich because my Dad used submissives to create deals in his favor. My Dad is amazing. I want to be just like him. I bet it felt great to use those subs to get what he wanted. Dad taught me life isn't fair. You have to take what you want to get what you deserve. No one is going to give you what you want. I smile down at the slave serving me and know it will be busy managing my slaves because it will not be the last slave I own!  

I call out to the other Masters in the room. Please let's celebrate. Let the fucking begin. With that, we fucked our slaves for the whole night. It was one hell of a party. We fucked all of the slaves multiple times. Every slave was fucked by all my family and our new friend Master Eric. It was hot seeing my slave Rob get fucked by his father for the first time. I can see the humiliation in its eyes. While it watched my Dad fucks its mother. After tonight it will know it is a fuck hole to be used.  The slaves who are not being used kept our drinks filled.  We even have midnight snacks brought to us. It is the best party I have ever had.  My family is so proud of me. 

Early the next day, I take my five slaves to bed for a much needed rest.  We all spoon each in the large king-size bed.  This time I want my slave rob in my arms.  I bury my cock in its hole while I fall asleep.  I wake with my twin slaves, Billy and Jimmy licking my feet while I still have my cock buried in slave Rob’s hole.  Slave Nicky has his face buried in my ass and his father rubbing my back. Finally, slave Rob is fucking himself on my morning woody. This is the best way to wake up with all my slaves serving me without being told.  They are truly born to serve me. 

Yet, nature calls but I don’t want to leave this blessing of my slave’s service.  So, I think what the hell and grab my slave tighter and let go of my hot piss into its hole. Fuck! That feels better.  I had to piss a lot from all the drinks we had last night.  I feel its hole squeeze my cock tightly and start squirming so I hold it tighter.   It is such a good slave but It needs to stop squirming.  I growl in its ear and it relaxes  Yet, the tightness feels really good.  So, naturally, I start fucking it.  It will have to keep its hole tight so the piss will not leak out which only helps my cock feel great and drives me to fuck it rougher.  I feel his nipples between my fingers so squeezing them to see if it will try to squirm again.  It moans but doesn’t squirm from the pain.  I smile looking down at its dick, seeing it is hard and leaking precum. 

I whisper in its ear, “Does my Alpha slave like its nipples pinched?  Or does it like my cock deep in its hole more?”

It moans out, “Yes… Master…” 

Growling in its ear, “Bitch, which is it, nipples or my cock?”

Still moaning but admits, “Both..it thinks...Master”

“Excellent, Alpha bitch.  I like seeing my Alpha bitch in pain!  Shocking and whipping it two days ago was amazingly hot!  So, when I fucked it afterward on the milking machine, I was on the edge of cumming the whole fucking time.  I wanted to make that rush of hurting my Alpha bitch last forever.”, I laugh sadistically, “Its own pain earlier that day kept it on that tortuous machine so I could keep that rush going on and on!  It was an awesome day.  So, I need to re-live that rush bitch!” 

I squeeze its tits even harder, “That means I will be torturing my bitch every fucking time I use it.  So get used to being my pain pig, bitch!”

I slam my cock hard as I twist its tits harder.  It screams.  Hearing it scream is so GOD DAM HOT!  I roar in its ear as I dump another load into its hole.  It never stopped screaming while shooting load after load into its hole.  That is because I kept twisting its tits.  Finally, when I relax and come down from the rush, I let go of its tits. 

I have to laugh because I hear my Alpha bitch breathing heavily. It is its own fault that they are so sensitive. If it didn’ scream so much I wouldn’t have to squeeze so hard.  Its own reaction only fuels my lust to torture it.  

“I will never get bored of hearing it scream!  It will learn that pain and pleasure are one.  It stayed hard the whole time I tortured its little titties.  That is a good sign.  I will train it to be one of my pain pigs.  The two serving my feet are already pain pigs. It will be just like them, begging me to torture it in order to get some ounce of pleasure.” 

I laugh knowing my Alpha bitch will learn to love the taste of the pain I give. 

I pull out of its hole and roll on my back. The other slaves’ Nicky and Jamie scramble to get out from behind me. I look at them, “Suck my nipples”.

I then grab my Alpha bitch and pull him to my half-hard cock.

“Clean me”

It dives onto my cock, sucking me clean. I have to piss again so I let loose my piss in its other hole while it’s cleaning my cock of its ass juices.  It tightens its grip on my cock to make sure none of the piss leaks out of its mouth.  It knows this time I am not holding back.  It makes me proud by keeping up swallowing down my piss.  Dam it learns quickly.   
   
While the last bit of piss is being milked from my cock, I look down at it with a smirk, “Bitch, its former Father, Master Eric, told me he wants more slaves now that he found out my Dad enslaved an entire family.”, I look at my twin slaves and smile at them then look back at my Alpha bitch, “So, my Alpha bitch is going to help him.  It was friends with its neighbor boy growing up, right?”

It pulls off my cock, “Yes, Master, we were friends growing up.”

“Good!  From what I remember, my bitch told me once the boy admired it.  The boy followed it around like a little puppy.  It is going to rekindle that relationship.  My Alpha bitch will enslave the boy and give him over to Master Eric. Then Master Eric will enslave the boy’s parents.  I remember my Alpha bitch telling me that the parents will do anything for their boy.  Well, we will see have far they will go for their boy!  Does my Alpha bitch understand my orders?”

“Yes, Master”

“Tell me what my bitch is going to do for me and Master Eric?”

“Your slave will once again befriend my neighbor and enslave him.  Then give the enslaved boy to its father.”

“Correct, except for one thing.  Master Eric is not its father anymore.  Master Eric is its owner and a Master that it will obey just like me.”

“Sorry, Master.  It understands,  Master Eric is its owner and a Master to be obeyed.”

“Good, my Alpha bitch needs to understand it is a slave now!  The relationship it had with its former father is over!  That relationship is only a Master and slave relationship.  It was always owned so that never changed even if my Alpha bitch didn’t know it.” 

“It is a slave now. It no longer has a father.  It must serve Master Eric and its Master now.”

“Also, my Dad is going to have his manual labor slaves come by its house this week to transform its bedroom into slave quarters.  These slaves will also, transform the guest bedroom into slave quarters for its slave mother.  In addition, there will be added slaves isolation cells created in the basement.  They will be used as punishment cells when Master Eric’s slaves are disobedient or just needs to them out of the way for a while.  In addition, to the slave cell, there will be a complete dungeon created in the basement.  Master Eric will need a space to train his slaves.  Any help that the manual labor slaves needs, my Alpha bitch and its slave mother will do.  Do I make myself clear, bitch?” 

“Yes Master, its bedroom will be its slave quarters and the spare bedroom will be for its slave mother.”

“AND?”

“And the basement will be transformed into a dungeon with slave cells to punish slaves.  This slave and its slave mother will help in any way it can.”

I laugh at the look on my Alpha bitch’s face.  It will do it well to see his bedroom transformed into slave quarters and all his personal items burned or thrown away.

“We will be leaving today.  There is a lot to do in order to get all my newest slaves accustomed to their new status.”

I pat the slave Nicky and Jamie then my Alpha bitch’s heads. All three shiver some.  I am sure they are worried about what that means.  

“Let’s shower.  I think this time my twin slaves should clean me today.  You other slaves kneel on the floor and wait until the twin finish cleaning me.  Then my slaves can clean up.  Remember only cold water and be quick.  Never let me have to wait!”

I get out of bed and all five of my slaves scramble to make room for me.  I smile to myself as I walk into the shower and the twins follow me.  Jimmy gets the water ready while Billy soaps up his hands.  I walk under the hot shower and they start cleaning me.  Dam I love having slaves wash me.  

I am so glad my Dad enslaved these twins’ family.  None of this would have been possible without these twin slaves helping to convince their fathers to enslave themselves.   They are my first slaves and they have a special place in my heart.  When their enslavement is over, I will offer permanent enslavement.  I am sure they will jump at it.  Then I think, their “Slavery Contract” can be changed by me at any time.  So, I could just change it to permanent enslavement at any time I like.  

The thought of having that much power is so fucking hot. So, I push Jimmy up against the wall, lube up its hole and fuck it.  All the while slave Billy keeps cleaning me then ends with his face in my ass.  I fuck the shit out of slave Jimmy, knowing his balls are being crushed each time I slam into him.  Yet, this slave loves to be tortured.   It has that strong submissive gene in it from its grandfather then passed down to its father.   Dam I should breed it someday.  That submissive gene needs to be passed down to the next generation of slaves.  

Finally, I can't take it anymore and dump my load into its hole thinking about creating new slaves from breeding the twins.  I imagine enslaving another family with a female submissive to breed with the twins. The enslaved family would have to raise the child until it is old enough to serve me personally or sell it. Its submissive gene will make it want to be my slave after it grows up. 

When I pull out of Jimmy, it kneels at my feet and cleans my cock of its ass juices. Billy still has its tongue in my hole. So, I pat its head and it gets up then turns off the water.  It starts drying my, backside while slave Jimmy grabs another towel and dries my front.  I close my eyes and smile to myself, 'This is the life!'.

After they finish drying me, I sit on the toilet to take a dump. I look down to see slave Billy is already down and under the rimming chair. 

Training slaves is so much fun but there is something special about having trained slaves obey without needing to tell them what to do all the time. 

Slave Jimmy grabs a razor and shaving cream and then starts shaving my face. Nice! I'm starting to look rough without shaving for the last couple of days. 

I get bored and grab slave Jimmy's balls and squeeze them smiling at it as it moans with pleasure. Such pain pigs, both of them. 

"Be careful not to cut your Master or I will have to punish it."

I squeeze its balls even tighter! 

I'm impressed it took its time without cutting me. I bet it thought about what I would do to it and it longs to feel my whip. But it obeys not because it fears punishment. No, it obeys due to its need to serve its Master. It fears it will disappoint me and that drives its obedience. Father explained this to me when he explained what a true slave thinks. He also explained these two are special due to their breeding.  So, they long to please me more than any slave I will ever own. It's in their genes after all. 

With my other hand, I pinch and twist Billy's right tit. Their moans and cries are music to my ears.  I love them so much! 

After Jimmy finishes shaving my face and I relieved myself on the toilet, I flush the toilet and move to the rimming chair. I still have Jimmy’s balls in my grip. I pull down hard between Billy's legs, forcing Jimmy to kneel in front of me. 

"Drink" 

It knows what to do, opening its mouth, It leans forward, and takes my half-hard cock in its mouth.  Once it makes a nice seal, I let go of a strong stream.  I usually need to piss after dumping a load.  I saved it just for Jimmy’s mouth.

I smile, "Ah, that feels good." 

I feel Billy's mouth in my hole, which only relaxes me further.  Fuck I'm getting horny again. So, after pissing, I let go of Jimmy's balls and place both hands on its head. I force my now hard cock deep into its throat. 

I moan, "Dam its throat is just as tight as the first time I fucked it. Get that tongue deeper bitch."

I moan even louder as Billy does what I order.  So, I grip Jimmy's head and drive my cock hard and fast down its throat until shooting yet another load. It will not be the last load of the day. I need to release at least 5 to 10 times a day.  If I don't then I need to punch something. Most likely it would be one of the slaves getting punched.  So, yeah it is good they are around anytime I want to dump a load.  

Dad says that he was the same way at my age.  Which is why he enslaved the twin’s grandfather years ago. I understand why he was so determined to enslave him again after the bitch left. If I ever lost one of the twins, I would do anything to get it back.  They're mine!  I am very possessive of my property.  Dad must be the same way. 

I push Jimmy off my cock and get up and then brush my teeth. After spitting the toothpaste in the sink, I turn to my slaves kneeling on the hard tile floor. 

"Bitches clean up and help the others clean up too. It knows what I expect." 

I walk out of the bathroom and see my other three slaves kneeling waiting patiently for me. I have to smile at how obedient they are.  Of course, they don't see my praise of them with their heads bowed. They are all beautiful naked male animals I own. I walk around them, rubbing their heads as I walk by. The last slave moves its head to look at me while I smile down at it. 

"Dress me" 

It is slave Jaime. It gets up and stops at the dresser. I can tell it doesn't know what to pick out for me. 

"Blue shorts, red T-shirt and sandals. I don't wear underwear. It just gets in the way when I need to fuck!" 

It grabs my clothes and sandals then kneels at my feet. I see it's blushing. I bet it is thinking about me fucking it after I mention the underwear. 

"Don't worry my slave, I will be using its holes a lot over its lifetime.", smiling down at it. 

It hasn't had to privilege of dressing its Master. So, this is good training. 

I lift one foot and then the other. It pulls up the shorts, staring at my cock the whole time.  I see it licking its lips. Good, it wants me. Wanting to serve its Master is the foundation of a slave's training. I can use that lust to further its enslavement to me.  

Next, it puts on my sandals and then my T-shirt.  I point down, and it again kneels at my feet. 

"Didn't it enjoy dressing its Master?" 

"Yes Master, very much. Thank you, Master."

I continue smiling down at it as it stares at the outline of my semi-hard cock.  I see it is going to be addicted to me like all the others. 

"It wants me doesn't it?" 

It nods its head up and down. 

"Say it, slave. When I ask a question it speaks. Tell me what it wants?" 

"Master, your slave wants to…  suck your cock, Master" 

"Well, if it is good and obeys without question then maybe I will let it.  Is it going to be a good obedient slave for me?" 

It whispers, “Oh God, Master. It will be a good obedient slave for you. It will do anything to please you, Master"

"Louder slave. I can't hear you!" 

"OH, GOD! YES, MASTER. IT WILL BE A GOOD OBEDIENT SLAVE FOR ITS MASTER. IT WILL DO ANYTHING JUST TO PLEASE YOU. OH GOD, MASTER IT NEEDS TO SUCK YOU SO BAD!" 

I have to laugh, hearing the desperation in its voice. Yes, it is born to be a cock whore slave. 

I pat its head, "Then serve me well and it maybe it will get to please me after all. If not then it will be punished, never getting the pleasure of serving me.  So, best to always please me and I may consider allowing it to suck my cock or even fuck its other hole. Now go clean up with the others."

I walk out of the room without looking back but I know it is still staring at me, thinking it will be a good obedient slave so it can suck my cock.  When I'm just out of eyesight, I hear my Alpha slave yelling at it to get in the bathroom.  I smirk, yes, Rob was a good choice as my Alpha slave. 

I walk into the dining room seeing my Dad, Uncle Paul, and Master Eric sitting at the table. Jason must still be sleeping with his pup.  

I have to hand it to Jason, he did well this weekend. I know he risked becoming Rob's bitch if I didn't win the wrestling match. However, I knew Jason will do anything for me. I love him for that. He has always been a good brother.  I knew I would win. Rob didn't think about this wasn't official game rules and that kneeing an opponent's nuts is OK. I mean when the stakes of being someone's bitch slave why would there be any rules?  We are equals on the mat but not when it comes to risking my brother or me becoming his bitch, I couldn't let that happen. This was his critical mistake.  Plus, his admitting his mother is most likely his father’s slave only helped get him enslaved easlier.  When Dad found out about the mother, he knew Master Eric would go along with selling his son to me.  It didn’t take long for Dad to figure out how the mother was enslaved.  Dad put the conversation with Master Eric on speakerphone so I could hear.  Fuck! Dad had Master Eric eating out of his hands.  Dad convince Master Eric that his son was really an Alpha slave because of his mother’s submissive genes.   That Master Eric was training his son to be a slave all his life.  That his son did everything his father wanted without arguing.  That he still paddles his son if he fails at anything.  His son takes the paddling as a slave should.  And that normal dominants would fight back.  So, after more examples of submission on his son’s part, Dad convinced Master Eric that his son is more like his mother than himself.  Therefore, Rob needs to be enslaved to his best friend.  Who else would look after him better than his best friend?  The icing on the cake was the 1.5 million for his son.  Dad knew Master Eric is a gambler and needs the money to pay off loan sharks.  He even had Master Eric convince him that the load shark could enslave his son to get him to pay his debts.  In the end, Dad convinces Master Eric that he is doing him a favor by selling his son to me.  My mouth was open in awe as I heard the whole conversation. Dad is a master negotiator. 

So, it all worked out for the best for everyone. My brother has a boyfriend he always wanted, I have an Alpha slave to manage my harem, and Master Eric can pay off his debts to the loan shark. 

I sit down across from my Dad and Master Eric. 

I smile at them, "Good morning."

“Good morning, son.  Well, we should say afternoon now!  How is your latest slave doing.”

“Oh, Dad it is doing great. It is currently making sure that all my slaves are cleaned inside and out. I think it will be a great Alpha slave.”

“Good son. With that many slaves, you need an Alpha slave to manage them.  I was explaining to Master Eric of my plans about bringing slavery out in the open for our little community.  He says that the father of his next-door neighbor’s family is another member of the city council.  I understand your Alpha slave used to be a good friend of the neighbor boy.  The boy looked up to your Alpha.”

“Yes Dad, he was and I will have my Alpha enslave its neighbor boy with one condition.  The boy has a sister.  I want to breed her with my slaves.  Then the family of the girl can raise the offspring as a slave from birth.  Then when it is of age, I will take possession of it.”

Dad turns to Master Eric, “What do you say?  If my son’s Alpha slave helps you enslave your next-door neighbor’s boy, giving the opening to enslave the entire family, would you go along with using the daughter as a breeder of slaves?”

Master Eric replies, “Yes, but it will be a long time before your son can take possession of the offspring.  I will need compensation for my slave family to raise the offspring.”

My Dad smiles, “Of course not a problem. I will compensate you 2 million for each offspring.”

Master Eric smiles, “I want 1 million now and another 1 million after delivery.  Plus, you will pay for the expenses for the upkeep of the offspring and its family.  All schooling and medical expenses are your responsibilities”

My Dad and Maser Eric shake on it. 

I speak up, “Dad, in that case, I want at least two female and two male offsprings.”

Dad replies, “That is fine, son.  You will have some fresh young slaves when you are older to look forward to.”

I can then breed the two females to produce more slaves later on.  I think that I could sell the offsprings for much more the 2 million.  Dad looks at me and we exchange a knowing smile.  My uncle has a network of wealthy Masters that would pay top dollar for a near 100% submissive slave.  Dad knows this will be a good long-term investment for our family.  Master Eric doesn’t know about Billy and Jimmy's 100% submissive genes.  Their offspring are going to be worth a lot once they come of age.   With Uncle Paul’s connections to other Masters willing to buy slaves, they could be sold easily for a good profit. 

Dad and Eric shake hands sealing the deal.  Now, I just need to make sure my Alpha slave rekindles its relationship with the neighbor boy. Then the pieces will fall into place. By the time my new slaves are of age, Dad should have our community laws allowing volunteer slavery. 

Dad adds, "Eric, I think this is the start of a great relationship. Remember if you need anything from me like another loan or something just let me know. I will take care of you."

Dad gives me a quick knowing look. He is planning something. 

We all sit back down when the house slave comes in with breakfast with the help of Dad's slaves David and Adam. Once again it is a delicious meal. These slaves really know how to cook. 

Dad then looks at my uncle, "Paul, thank you for letting us stay the weekend. It has been great to see you. As always, you have been a great help to us. However, we need to get home.”

We all get up and hug each other.  

Paul says, “Brother, you and the boys are welcome anytime.  It was wonderful to see you and the boys.  I’m glad I could help your boy acquire a few more slaves.  He is turning out to be just like his old man,” slapping me on the back. “Yes! he is turning out to be an excellent Master and slave owner”.

Paul turns to me, “Good job in acquiring your Alpha slave and in the process acquiring two more slaves.  If you need to use my farm to train more slaves just let me know.”

I say, “Thank you, Uncle.  You have been a great help!  When I acquire more slaves, I will let you know.  As you know, Dad and I have plans for the wrestling team to enslave our school’s swim team.  Can my wrestling team use your farm for training their new slaves?”

Paul smiles at me, “Yes of course.  I always like to help out new Masters train their slaves.  After all, we need more Masters in the world.”

We turn to see Jason coming into the dining room dressed and with Sparky on all four on Jason’s leash.  They both look happy.  

I ask, “Jason, you missed breakfast”

He smiles down at his pup and back at me, “Alex, I had the house slave serve me breakfast in bed.  I have already fed and watered my pup.  Now, need to take it outside to do its business”

Jason leads his pup outside while I go up to my room to get my slaves. 

When I get in my room, I see all five slaves kneeling and heads bowed, waiting for me.  I have to smile seeing them all waiting for me.  My Alpha is just in front of them at the center of the line of slaves.  This shows the other slaves know it is their leader.  I’m pleased it is taking to its role as their Alpha so well.  It’s less work for me to manage them.  

“OK, slaves we are going home now.  Get my bag ready and meet me out front.”

I grab my phone and head downstairs.  As I walk down the steps, I open the Master/slave app and pick on speaker for Nicky’s collar.  I hear my Alpha giving orders for Jimmy to pack my bag and for the other slaves to go downstairs and meet their Master out front.  He tells them to use the slave stairs in the back of the house.  It must have learned about the slave stairs when the house slave put it to work cleaning the rooms.   I wonder if the frat house Dad is remodeling has a servant staircase too?   Maybe even separate slave doors to enter the house should be set up?  From what I understand it is an old mansion that fell into disrepair. 

I hug my Uncle again and shake Master Eric’s hand with a firm grip as my Dad taught me.  His grip is just as firm.

When I go outside, I see my slaves are already kneeling beside the SUV and my bag is not seen.  So, I assume it is already loaded.   It is nice to have slaves to do the manual labor so I can focus on my family. 

I yell out, “Alpha, have one of my slaves get Jason’s bag.”

The Alpha looks at Billy with a knowing look.  He jumps up and rushes to the back entrance to the house.  A few minutes later Billy is carrying Jason’s bag and puts it in the SUV.

I hear my name, “Thanks Alex, for getting my bag”

He is leading his pup around from the back of the house.  

“No problem bro.  It’s the reason we own slaves in order to my our lives easier.”

 “Ture Alex, but I could have had my pup here get my bag.  You didn’t have to do that.”

“It is no problem.  I have plenty of slaves to help out now.”

I smile at my slaves all kneeling on the gravel driveway.   It must hurt their knees.  I love the fact that they hurt themselves to please me.  Dam, I rub my cock as I start to get excited again.  

I walk over to the SUV and look down at my Alpha, “Slave Jamie will drive and Nicky will be between my legs while we drive home.”  

Dad pats my back, “Son, drop off slave Jamie at its house before going home.  I need to get everything it once owned in my name.  Then have it sign adoption papers for slave Nicky.”

I see slave Jamie and Nicky shift a little when Dad mentioned adopting Nicky.  I don’t think they realize that Dad would be adopting Nicky.   Jamie’s face gets red with anger but the slave says nothing which speaks volumes.  It knows it is just a slave now and we can take its son as our own. It has no say in what happens to my slave Nicky anymore. 

“No problem Dad.  We can drop by the slave’s house before going to Master Eric’s house.  I need to take a look at their clothing and personal possessions.  Need to see what I will allow them to keep and then burn and throw away the rest.  Then we will go on to Master Eric’s house to do the same with my Alpha slave.”  

“OK, Son. Make sure slave Jamie has work clothes.  I still need it to work on the city council to vote for the proposal to allow voluntary slavery to be law in our community.   I don’t care what you keep or burn for the rest of its clothing. Also, let's start calling the slave’s houses, slave quarters instead.  I have already informed slave Ralph to order new doors for slave Jamie and Nicky’s slave quarters.  Construction materials will be shipped to the slave quarters this week.  The house should be transformed into slave quarters by the end of the week.  Also, the basement will be converted into punishment cells for when any slaves need to be punished so it can have some alone time to think about its misbehavior.”  

“What about my Alpha slave’s bedroom?  As we talked about last night, will Master Eric allow its bedroom to be converted as well?”

Master Eric was talking with Jason but then heard his name and walks over to us.

Master Eric asks, “Do you need some from me?”

My Dad replies, “Yes, my son is asking if his Alpha’s room can be converted to slave quarters.  Remember what we talked about last night?”

Master Eric smiles, “Yes, if you pay to convert the spare room for its slave mother too then I approve.  Now that it is in the open about its slave mother there is no reason she needs to sleep with me every night. I think I like to have a male slave in my bed every so often.”

My Dad laughs slapping Master Eric on the back, “I see you have found a taste for a male slave’s hole.”

Master Eric agrees, “Hell yeah.  I never knew how tight a male slave’s hole can be!  Much tighter than any pussy I have fucked.”

My Dad laughs even louder, “Yeah nothing is better than a tight male hole to fuck.  As a Master, you don’t need to limit yourself to just one sex.  It’s not like you need to be in love to fuck a slave.  Well, I think it is time we head off.  We will keep in touch.  Son, I am going to take slave Jamie’s car back.  You guys can take the SUV.”

My Dad then grabs his slave’s leashes and pulls them to slave Jamie’s car.  Well, it is his car now.  Dam! It’s a red convertible Mustang.  Dad has slave Adam drive while slave David is between his legs with the convertible top down.  The truckers are going to get an eye full. 

I look down at slave Jamie.

“Overcompensating, I see?”

“Yes, Master”

I laugh, “Well it’s in the right hands now!  Get in the driver’s seat.  It will drive us back.  It heard what my Dad said, right?”

“Yes, Master we are going back to my house.”

I backhand it. 

“It doesn’t own that house anymore.  Plus, as my Dad just said it is now slave quarters to house my slaves, nothing more.  Now drive us to its slave quarters as I ordered!”

It climbs into the driver’s seat naked, while I loud Jimmy and Billy into the cages in the back. Then I get in the passager seat with slave Nicky between my legs.  I smile at the father and son.  The father has to watch his son blow me the whole way.  Will it be jealous of its own son?  I see both father and son already licking their lips. They both are born to be slaves. 

Jason gets in the back with his pup and new boyfriend.  I look back to see Jason pull his boyfriend into a passionate kiss, while he pets his pup in his lap.   I get distracted when I feel a mouth on my cock.  I look down to see Nicky has already pulled down my shorts and is making love to my cock.  Dam! That feels good! 

As we drive back, I hear moans in the back.  I look back to see his boyfriend and pup are both making love to his cock too.   Look over at the slave father and see he is hard now!  It switches between watching its son blowing me and Jason getting sucked off by two hot guys. 

“Watch the road slave”

“Yes, Master”

I test it by grabbing its hard cock and start jerking it.  

“Keep its focus on the road, slave.  Whatever I am doing to it doesn’t matter.  Its only purpose right now is driving me safely to my destination.”

It moans, trying to focus on the road and ignoring its dick!  It needs to learn what is important and it isn’t its dick.

There is no one around us on the back roads.  Right now we are only going 30 miles per hour, so if it fucks up some I can grab the steering wheel.  So, this is a perfect time to teach it what is important and that is its duty to its Master and not his hard dick. 

It goes over the line a little. 

“Slave, it will be punished for that!”

It quickly gets back between the lines.  I then grab its balls and squeeze.  It groans in pain. 

“Focus on the road, SLAVE!”

I see it doubles its effort to keep between the lines.  It dick still has not gone down.  I wonder if it likes pain in its balls.  I squeeze even harder. 

It groans again, but its dick starts to leak.  Yes, another pain pig, good!  

“Keep focused!”

I see his knucks go white as it holds the streeling wheel tightly.  So, I go back to lightly stroking its dick.  When I see a stop sign coming up, I let go of its dick.  It relaxes its grip on the streeling wheel and stops the SUV fine.   Yet, when we take off again I see lost some of its hardon.  So, I once again stroke it until it is hard.  We are still going slow so I am not worried.  It is getting better at multitasking.  For a slave, it needs to learn how to multitask to be able to serve me and do whatever it is ordered to do as well.  A slave’s life is not easy but it did submit to this life after all.  Even allowed its son to become a slave as well.  So, it needs to learn a slave life is not easy or fair.  It is just the opposite, it is hard and it will always draw the short end of the stick.  The sooner it accepts this fact, its life will be much better.  

I continue to stop stroking when we get to a stop sign or light then resume once we get going.  Each time we stop it dick goes down some but it gets hard again from my manipulation.  Yet, I see it is able to focus on the road better.  It’s learning to ignore its hard dick.  Its hard dick got it enslaved but now that it is a slave, it needs to ignore it when more important things need its attention.  Training a new slave is so much fun!

By the time we are in more traffic, it is able to drive with little to no problem even as I continue keeping it hard. 

Once on the highway, I see Dad in the convertible drive up next to us.  Slave David is sucking him off while he has his arm around slave Adam, like the slave is his boyfriend or something.  I have to laugh, yeah right?  Then I see his hand on Adam’s neck and know he is showing who he owns to everyone that passes by.  I am still amazed at how to open Dad can be about his Alpha status.  I’m the same way but fuck he has two naked collared slaves in a convertible and he does not even care who sees.  That is some Alpha balls to pull that off.  A trucker just passed on the other side and honked his horn.  Dad just gives him a thumbs-up. 

When we get to our gated community, I wonder how he is going to explain the naked slaves to the guard.  He is in front of us.  He is saying something to the guard but I can’t hear. Then he slips him a $100 dollar bill.  The guard lets him through.  

We drive and I see my slave is nervous as he rolls down the window.  I would be if I was him. Luckily, I am not, laughing to myself.  

The guard ignores my slave and says, “Good afternoon, Mr. Richardson.”

“Good afternoon,” looking at the name tag, “Bruce”.  He is a hot Asian boy.  Maybe 18 or 19.  I would fuck him. 

“I look forward to seeing you later this evening, Sir,” smiling at me and then staring at my cock deep in my slave Nicky’s throat.

He then allows us to enter the gate.  I wonder what Dad promised him for later this evening.  I am once again impressed with Dad.  Having the guard on our side will help us come and go with our naked slaves more easily.  I look in the rearview mirror and see him still staring at us go while rubbing his cock through his skinny jeans.  Yes, I would fuck him!

I follow Dad in his new mustang up to the soon-to-be slave quarters.  Dad opens the garage door and we pull in side by side. 

I pat Nicky on the head and it pulls off my hard cock.  I open the door and point for it to get out.  It quickly gets out and kneels on the concrete floor.  Its father rushes over and kneels beside its son, holding out the keys to the SUV.  I pocket the keys in my shorts and pull out my leashes, attaching one to each slave.  I then pull them into the house.  I look around at all the pictures of a seemingly happy father and son.  Yet, we know what they were missing in their lives.  

I look at the slave father, “Go find my Dad and do whatever he wants from it.  Then come find me and we will deal with its personal items.”

I unclip the leash and it rushes off to find my Dad. 

I look down at slave Nicky, “We are going to gather all personal items and I will decide what I want then throw everything else out.  Then we will deal with having too many clothes.  Show me to its bedroom.”

It gets up and I follow it down the hall to the first room on the left.  As I walk down the hall, I see an office and spot Dad going through the safe, collecting all the legal documents of my slaves.  My slave Jamie is kneeling off to the side, letting Dad take whatever he wants.  I see the concern on its face. The poor thing never really knew what it was getting itself into when it signed the ‘Slavery Contract.’   No matter, there is no way it can back out now.  Its dick is once again hard watching my Dad taking all its legal documents.  Soon, everything it once owned will be ours even its own son! 

I follow Nicky into his room. It kneels beside the bed as I look around.  I see a game station, trophies and medals, a tablet, geeky posters, pictures and lots of books.  There are a few pictures of its father and it.   What I am surprised to see is the room is spotless.  Most teenagers have a messy room, clothes everywhere, trash, and smelly socks.  Yet, this room is perfect.  Even its desk is neatly organized.  This is good.  I walk over to a stack of papers.  I pick up one of them up.  It is its homework.  An ‘A’ is at the top of it.  I go through a few more.  There are all “A’s”.  This slave is organized, neat, and smart.  I have a winner here.  It can proofread my homework, keep my room organized and my bedroom is cleaned.   I walk over to the clothes and see all the clothes are hung up and organized by type of shirt and pants.  Yes, it will be in charge of organizing my clothes too.  I start picking out what I want to keep and burn the rest.  I’m only keeping a few clothes.  A couple of dress shirts and pants, some small short shorts, and spandex shirts. I smile. The rest is typical stylish gay boy clothes.  I throw all the stylish clothes in another pile to burn.  

I look through the dresser.  I pull out all the underwear and socks and then throw them in the burn pile.  I keep all the speedos swim trunks.  It has no normal swim trunks which makes sense since it is a swimmer and bottom boy.  Also, I see several spandex items.  There are spandex T-shirts, muscle shirts, and even a spandex spiderman body suit.  It might be fun to make it wear the Spiderman body suit on Halloween.  So, I keep all the spandex.  There are a few low-cut shorts that might look hot on the boy.  So, I throw them in the keep pile too.  All of the other shirts, jeans, and pants I throw in the burn pile.  It will mostly wear spandex and sexy clothes or nothing at all from now on.  It has a nice slim body I love and I want to show it off.  That slim body is so easy to manipulate which will be fun to play with.  I might just carry it on my shoulders just to show it that I can do whatever I want with it. 

On the dresser, there are hats that I throw in the burn pile.  It should never hide its head or face from me.  

In the living room, I did notice a fireplace.  We can burn the clothes in there. 

I point to the pile of clothes to be burned.

“Pick them up and follow me.”

I walk out of the bedroom.  I glance back to see it having trouble picking up all the clothes but finally has them all in its hand and rushes to follow me. 

We get to the living room and I stand in front of the fireplace.  

“Get a fire going.”

I watch with my arms crossed as it has to go out back and grab some firewood.   I wonder if neighbors saw it naked out back.  No matter it will be naked out there often.  

Soon it has a nice fire going.  

“Pick up each piece of clothing and throw it in the fire.”

It looks at me with shock on its face.  

I laugh, “What did it think when it grab all its useless clothes and placed them by the fireplace?“

Raising my voice to get it motivated to obey. “NOW! THROW EACH PIECE IN THE GOD DAM FIRE, SLAVE!,”.  

It will need to be punished later for hesitating.  

I watch with a satisfying smile as it cries more and more as each of its favorite clothing is burned by its own hands.  Every one of my slaves needs to go through this to understand it no longer owns anything!   Instead, I own all of it and itself.  The sooner it understands this, the better slave it will be for me.  Burning each piece of clothing drives that home in its mind!  Training a slave requires both physical and mental training.  I need to break it down and rebuild it to what I want it to be.  Until this, my domination was more physical.  This is the first step in its mental training. 

After burning its clothes, I pull it back to the bedroom and pick up the tablet then sit on the desk chair.  Without looking it, point to the floor near me. In the corner of my eye, I see it kneeling in front of me.

“Passwords”

“Master, what passwords?”

“All of them, Social media, dating apps, bank accounts if any, pay apps, games apps.”

“Ah… But Master that is personal”

I backhand it across the face. It yelps in shock and pain.  It puts its hand up to its face.  I look at it now!

“Give me the dam passwords now, slave!”

Seeing the fear on its face, “Yes, Master.  Sorry Master.  I use a password manager.  The master password is in my desk drawer.”

I see defeat on its face then it looks down at the floor.  I open the drawer and find the password on a piece of paper.  I have to laugh, it thought it was smart to use a password manager but all it does is make it easier for me to take control of its online life.  I enter the master password in the password manager and see all of its passwords.  I see a button to automatically change all passwords.  Nice!  I change all it passwords and the master password too.  Now it can’t access its online life. 

“Slave, not only do I have control of it physically but now have control of its online life too,” laughing sadistically.  

It looks down with slumped shoulders.  Good! The defeat it feels will help it understand I control it now.   

“Now, box up all this personal shit!  Go find some boxes and come back here.”

Its mouth falls out in shock again.

“GO!,” yelling at it.  

It runs off to the garage and comes back with cardboard boxes.  

“Pull this shit on the boxes,” pointing to the game station, trophies and medals, and books.    

“But, keep the books in separate boxes.  If it obeys and serves me well then I might let it read a book once a week.” 

It looks at me with relief on its face and a  smile forms on its face.  Yes, for some slaves you need both a carrot and a stick as Dad says.  Fear of the stick gets you immediate results but the carrot gets you long-term results.  For this intelligent slave, books are the carrot.  Well, also my cock. 

Once all the personal shit is boxed up, “Go put the boxes in the garage, NOW!”

This time it runs to follow my orders.  Yes, the carrot is working.   

When it comes back, “Now remove all the bed covers and throw them away.”

I watch as it strips the bed then follow it as it throws the bed covers into the garbage can out back.  

“Go back to the bedroom and dismantle the bed.”

I follow it back and watch as it dismantles its own bed.  

“Put the bedframe by the garbage can.  It will put it out with the trash when the garbage trucks come.”

I smile as it carries the bedframe away.  All that is left in the room is a mattress, dresser and desk.  A good start in covering the bedroom into slave quarters.   

After it walks back into the room, “Now, remove the bedroom and closet doors from their hinges.”

I like watching my slave work naked while transforming its former bedroom into its slave quarters.   

“Put the doors by the bedframe out back.”

It struggles to carry the doors all by itself.  Yet, it gets the doors out back eventually after banging the walls a little. 

When it gets back, I am waiting for it in the bedroom. 

I laugh as it takes a look around the room now.  

“Slave, it no longer looks like a teenager's room, does it?”

Looking down in defeat, “No Master, it doesn’t”

“Correct, Slave.  It’s bare just like what a slave quarters should look like.  This is what a slave’s life is like.  It signed up to be my slave.  Get used to it.  Now, follow me.”

I walk out of the room and enter the den without looking back.  I see my Dad has the slave father bent over the oak desk with ass in the air.  Its legs and arms are spread wide and tied to the legs of the desk.   

“Dad, I see you have the slave father where it belongs”

“Yes, Son.  It just sign everything over to me including the adoption papers of the slave son.”

It looks back at its son and mouths sorry.  Its son looks at its father and then looks down, knowing it now belongs to my Dad and me.  

I pat the slave son’s ass and point next to its father.  It walks next to its father, I shove it over the desk.  My Dad ties its hands and I tie up its legs to the desk. 

I smile, “Dad, father and son look good bent over and ready for us.”

“Yes, Son they do. But, after today this slave,” slapping the father on the ass, “Is no longer a father of this slave,” slapping slave Nicky on the ass. 

“I have a judge in family court that will approve the adoption.”

“Just you did for my twin slaves?”

“Yes, Son. It is the same Judge.”

I smile at Dad. I wonder how he got the Judge in his pocket.  Is the Judge one of his submissives?  Fuck Dad is amazing!

“Son, would you like to fuck your younger slave while I fuck the older one?”

“Hell yes, Dad.  That ass looks so good!”

Dad and I both line up our cock at both holes.  Dad counts, 1, 2, 3 and we both plunge deep into the two holes at the same time.  Fuck I love how tight it feels around my cock.  I pull up on its collar, using it as leverage then start fucking hard.  My Dad smiles at me and does the same with the older slave.  

“Dam Dad, this feels so good.  I love how it squeezes my cock so tightly.”

“Hell yell Son, this hole is the same.”

“Dad, it would be hot to see them kiss.”

“Yeah, Son that is a great idea”

So, I push the son’s face toward it father.  My Dad does the same thing with the father.

“Kiss, Slaves!”

They are reluctant so I use my free hand and slap it ass. 

I yell out, “KISS, SLAVES”  

This prompts them to press their lips to each other. 

Yelling again, “FUCKING KISS WITH TONGUE, SLAVES!”

They open their mouths and kiss but I don’t see any passion.  

I scream, “GODDAMIT, FUCKING KISS LIKE LOVERS.  I WANT TO SEE SOME GODDAM PASSION, SLAVES”

I slap its ass harder.  My Dad does the same thing.  Fuck they are kissing with more passion now.  Fuck that is so goddam hot!  I grab hold of the collar tighter and then fuck its hole fast and hard.  

Dad grabs my head and pulls me into a kiss.  He pushes his tongue into my mouth and our tongues fight for dominance.  Dad holds my head tightly to his lips all the while we fuck our slaves.  I grab my Dad by his head too and pull him even tighter to my mouth.  Oh, God!  I love my Dad so much! 

My cock gets even harder when I feel a tongue lick my hole.  Then two hands pull my ass cheeks apart and the tongue dives deeper.  OH SHIT! That drives me to kiss my Dad with even more passion. 

I hear someone climb onto the desk.  In the corner of my eye, I see Jason on the desk, pushing his cock between the lips of the two kissing slaves.  Both slaves are worshiping my brother while Dad and I fuck the shit out of them.  Dam that is fucking hot!   With my right hand, I pull Jason’s head towards Dad and me.  I break kissing Dad and kiss my brother.  After a minute, Dad watches us then pulls Jason to him and kisses him just as passionately as he kisses me.  I watch them then pull both of them to me and all three of us lock lips.  I love my family so much!