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 slave Rob son of Master Eric.  Slave Rob is being sold to Master Alex.  Therefore, Master Alex needs to set up his new slave’s home life as a slave should be!  

Note, this slave understands this story 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

• 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 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.

• 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 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 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. 

• 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.   

• 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 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.

• Slave Jamie - Permanent slave of Master Alex and Owned by 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 Master Alex.  Former son of slave Jamie.  Now adopted son of Master Frank.  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. 

• 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 whom he won in a poker game at age of 17.  

• Slave Chelly Johnson -  Slave and wife to Master Eric.  The mother of slave Rob Johnson.  She was won in a poker game at the age of 17.   35, 5ft 4 inches tall, 110 pounds.  A live-in slave.  Now that her son knows about her enslavement, she can live as a slave in Master Eric’s home.

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 POV Slave Rob

The more time I spend with my boyfriend, the more I love being with him.  Master Jason really cares for his pup Sparky.  I see the connection they have.  It is similar to the connection I have with Master Alex but at the same time different.  I can see Master Jason wants companionship as well as slaves.  On the way back from the farm, we made out and I shared sucking his cock with Sparky.  Sparky and I seem to know our place when it comes to Master Jason.  He is a good pup and I love how loyal he is to his Master.   I’m the same way with Master Alex.  After all that I went through at the farm, I realize Master Alex is right about me.  I need someone to serve as I did with my father growing up.  I never questioned my father.  Almost every decision in my life, I went to my father for answers.  He would tell me what to do and I did it.  It just felt normal to follow his direction.  Maybe that is why I really did not see what my mother really was.  

Yes, it was a shock the first time I saw my mother naked at my Dad's feet on the farm.   Then to see Dad use her as Master Alex used me. Fuck! It is something I have to quickly get used to.  Especially, the after my collar ceremony when he fucked her openly in front of me.  When Dad agreed to sell me to Master Alex, I knew that Dad thought of my mother and me as his property, just as Master Alex kept telling me the whole weekend.  In a way, Dad was training me to be a slave all my life and I didn't even know it.  He acted like he was making me be a ‘Man’ like him. Yet, I think subconsciously Dad was training me to be a slave.  Deep down I wanted to obey him.  I was always happy to obey his commands or he would punish me.  Plus, I accepted the punishment without complaining.  

It was fun coming home and spending so much time with my boyfriend Master Jason.  Yet, I know that at some point Master Alex is going to want to dominate me.  I see that it is his nature to Dominate guys like me.  So, I made the best of it while I had time with my boyfriend. 

However, I knew that a little bit of freedom is about to change when we get home.  I’m kneeling on the concrete floor of my garage when Master hands me earbuds and has me test them.  I’m told I have to wear them all the time. I think that now, Master can talk to me at any time he likes.  He gives his other slaves earbuds too.  Then I am given a smartwatch and phone.  I’m told I need them to manage his slaves.  I have already been ordering them around as Master wants.  It felt good to order them around some.  I smile when Master tells me I can fuck them too.  But the smile quickly fades when he threatens to take away the privileged if I abuse it.  So, I guess I can’t use them as much as Master can.  I don’t want to be like them and never be able to fuck someone again.  So, I agree with his orders.  Well, like I have a choice.  If I did abuse the privilege then Master would punish me.  I didn’t want to feel the cane or whip again!  That fucking hurt like hell!  It was ten times worse than anything my Dad ever punished me for. I also need to make sure his slaves behave or I’m going to be punished whenever they are too.  Fuck! Master really knows how to push my buttons.  Well, Master always knew how to push my buttons and get me to do things he wanted when we were best friends.   

I follow Master into the house and the first thing I see is my Dad, I mean Master Eric, fucking my mother in the living room.  I am shocked and about to say something when Master Alex slaps my ass causing me to bite my tongue.  I knew Dad…I mean Master Eric fucks mom a lot.  I could hear them fuck multiple times a day.   Yet, fucking her in the living room is different!   He doesn’t even stop when he casually tells Master to do whatever he wants with me.  Dad doesn’t even look at me.  Instead, he addresses Master.  Like I am not his son anymore. Fuck is Master, right?  Does my Dad now think of me as a slave instead of his son?  And, do I have to have to think of him as Master Eric from now on?    

FUCK! It is going to be hard not to think of him as my Dad. I mean he has been my Dad all my life! 

Master turns and heads to my bedroom.  He knows which one is mine since he has been over to my house many times. 

Master enters my room and starts going through all my clothes.  He knows where all my clothes are at.  I mean he picked out most of my clothes when we went school shopping.  I dressed in front of Master many times.  Master starts creating two piles of clothes.  I was with my boyfriend while he was dealing with Nicky and Jamie.  So, I didn’t know what he did to them.  However, I think I am about to find out.  All the nice clothes that Master picked out for me when we went shopping are put in a pile except for a few that Master Jason likes.  All my singlets go in a different pile along with the clothes that Master Jason liked.  I watch as they talk about my clothes without even looking at me or asking me what I think.  I have a sinking feeling about all this.  One pile is getting bigger than the other.  When they are done most of the clothes in the small are sexy short skinny shorts, spandex shorts, singlets, and a couple of dress clothes for going on dates.  The other pile is all my nice or casual clothing like jeans, polo shirts, and dress shirts.  

Master Alex looks at me, “Slave, grab the larger pile of clothes and come outside with me.”

Master leaves the room and I quickly grab the clothes.  Clothes keep falling out of my hands and I have to keep picking them up as I rush to follow my Master.  It is a lot of clothes to carry.  I see Master go outside and I’m worried about what he wants to do with my clothes. I look back to see Nicky picking up some clothes I missed. He just smiles with sympathy. I give him a half smile back, worried about what is going to happen with my clothes. 

Master stops at our outside fire pit. 

“Drop the clothes by the pit and start a fire.”

OH FUCK!  My gut feeling is correct.  I start the fire with dread. I look at the flames and down at all my favorite clothes. 

"Kneel, Slave" 

Master points near the pile of clothes. I kneel in the grass and look up pleadingly at Master. Most of the clothes were the clothes he picked out for me. They made me look really good. I even got some new guys to watch me as I passed them in the street and in school. It really helped my confidence and I was really grateful to Alex for helping me pick them out. 

"Pick up each piece of clothing and throw it into the fire."

Why help me pick out the clothes only to have me throw them away? I pick up a couple of pieces at a time hoping I can make this humiliating situation go faster. 

Yet, as soon as I picked them up, the back of Master's hand slams into my face. I fall sideways on the ground. I hold my stinging face and look up at my former best friend in shock. 

Master yells at me with clenched fists, "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?" 

"Ah, put my clothes in the fire."

"AND, HOW MANY PIECES OF CLOTHING DID I SAY IT COULD PICK UP AT A TIME?" 

Now looking down in shame, "One, Master." 

"CORRECT! NOW, DO AS IT IS TOLD, OR DOES MY SLAVE NO LONGER WANT TO HAVE MY BROTHER AS ITS BOYFRIEND?" 

"OH GOD, NO. I MEAN, YES, YOUR SLAVE WILL DO AS IT IS ORDERED, MASTER." 

I get back on my knees and pick up one piece of clothing at a time and throw them into the fire. Each piece is a reminder that Master used to be my best friend. As I watch my clothes burn, I feel the part of me holding on to our friendship being burned away too. I remember the fun we had trying on the clothes and Alex telling me how hot I look. Now that I think about it, Alex told me what I could and couldn't buy. The clothes I like he didn't like. He just told me I look better in the ones he picked out then told me to buy them. I went along with what he wanted. Was I being submissive to him then? He never asked what I liked. He just grabbed the clothes off the rack and handed them to me to try on. I tried looking at other clothes but he dismissed me and pushed me to the changing room with the clothes he picked out. Now, he is ordering me to burn the very same clothes. I grew to love those clothes especially since he picked them out for me. 

Tears form in my eyes as I throw the clothes I loved so much into the fire. Our friendship is burning up just like the clothes. 

Master smirks down at me with his arms crossed. 

"I remember picking those clothes out for my slave. It is only fitting that I own them and my slave burns them for me. Those clothes were never its own in the first place. Master Eric provided the cash for the clothes and its Master selected what it could wear. Even though it didn't know it was a slave at the time, I sensed its submission to me. It was destined to be my slave all along!  Burning these clothes symbolizes it was never really free. It has been a slave all its life whether knew it or not."

Is Master right?  Was I always submissive to him before he made me his slave? When the last of the clothes are burned, I know our former friendship is over.  Yet, was our friendship ever really equal anyways? 

“Good job, slave. Remember everything that it once owned is now mine!  Now let's take care of the other freeman shit that my slave shouldn’t have in its life.”

“Nicky, go find some garbage bags.”

Master then walks back inside and to my room.  Nicky looks around the house and comes back to my room with some garbage bags.  He opens a big bag and holds it out.

“Slave, start putting all this useless shit in the bag Nicky is holding,” pointing to all my stuff. 

Is he serious?  I’m so proud of all my trophies. There is a reason why I’m the captain of the wrestling team.  So, I start with the posters of hot sexy guys.  Then move to my game station.  Master Jason grabs some of the best game disks but most games nowadays are online.  Finally, I pick up a trophy and look at it.  Our team won in the state finals last year.  The trophy was for our team.  However, being the captain of the team can take it home.  Master grabs the trophy. 

“That shouldn’t be here anymore.  I will take it home for safekeeping.”

Fuck! He just took my team captain's responsibility for holding the trophy for the team.  I did not think my slavery would involve our wrestling team!  Yet, what choice do I have?  I can’t disagree with him can I?    

Just as I'm finishing up throwing all my personal stuff away, my Dad walks in the door frame.  He has my naked mother wrapped around his arm, pulling her tight to him.  Her hair is a mess and she looks well-used.  

“Well, Alex, it looks like you have this ‘Slave Quarters’ well sorted out.”

“Yeah, Eric, we will be done soon. Just need to strip the bed covers and remove the bed frame.”

“Excellent, when will your Dad’s labor slave be here to install the security doors?”

“Per Father Michael, the doors and cameras will be here tomorrow.  Dad said he will have slave Ralph over tomorrow to start the installation. Slave Jeffery will be sent to my other Slave Quarters to start that installation there as well. With slave Rob and Nicky's help, the Slave Quarters should be done within a day. Geo-fencing equipment will be set up throughout your house. So, with the slave collars, you will be able to track your slaves even within your home. However, Dad is going to expand geo-fencing to all public buildings. He has just purchased the security company used in our community. He already orders the equipment upgrades for all public buildings. So, by the time school starts back up you and I will be able to track slave Rob anywhere. Slaves don't have the right to privacy."

"Excellent, so I will be able to track my slaves anywhere in our community. That will be very useful. Your Dad has planned this all very well. Also, when will I be able to show off my slave bitch in public.”

"Soon, once the family next door is enslaved then Dad will have enough votes for the law to pass."

Dad looks at me, "Slave, make sure you get the boy enslaved as soon as possible. Then present him to me. I will then collar him in front of his family. They will either become my slaves too or lose him forever.  I have a feeling they will submit to me.  I have seen the father and mother at some of the kink clubs.  Both seem to be submissives from what I could tell.”

“Yes, Master Eric.”

Dam! That is the first time I called my father, Master Eric, to his face.  Yet, in a strange way, it feels right. Is Master Alex right?  Do I see him only as Master Eric now?  He does seem much more authoritative now.  I am amazed at how he just openly manhandles my mother. I wonder how our relationship will change! 

I soon find out. Master Alex orders me to clean my father's cock. Look at my Master but know he is serious! So, I lower my head in shame as I walk over to my father and kneel in front of him. I look up at him, hoping he will free me from this humiliating act. 

My father orders, "Go on slave, clean me up."

I look at his half-hard cock dripping with his cum and pussy juice from my mother. I have never smelled a pussy before. Why should I, I'm gay. I fucked so many guys but never a girl. It smells disgusting but I know I have no choice. I open my mouth and lick the cum off the head of his cock. It tastes like cum.  So, I lick more, sticking my tongue out and lick all around the head. I hear my father moan which makes me feel proud. This just encourages me to take more of my father's cock in my mouth. Even half-hard it's an impressive cock. 

I guess I take after my father, at least in cock size. Yet, I take after my mother in my need to serve strong dominant men. Look at me I'm on my knees serving my own father! I take his cock deeper in my mouth and now taste my own mother's pussy juice. I have to say I prefer male cum more.  I wonder if I will have to clean up my Dad's cock after each time he fucks my mother. God! I hope not!  Dad pats my head like I'm his pet. 

"Good boy. It did well for the first time. Now, I need to piss. Hold your lips tightly around my cock." 

I press my lips tightly as Master Alex trained me to do. Holly Shit! My Dad is going to piss in my mouth. He really does think of me as a slave, now! 

My mouth fills up quickly with hot piss, causing me to swallow as fast as I can. He just lets go of a full stream. I'm glad Master Alex trained me on how to swallow piss quickly! 

When he is done he pats me on the head again. 

"Good boy. I'm impressed. It didn't spill a drop. You will be a good urinal when I need relief." 

I feel proud that my Dad is pleased with me.  Then realize I will have to do this again and again for him! I'm happy to serve him but didn't think I would end my own father's urinal! How much further will I have to go in my life of servitude to my Master?

Dad pulls his now soft cock out of my mouth.  He then grabs my mother’s wrist and pulls her naked body behind him as he walks down the hallway.  

Master Alex orders, "Get back to work, slave. Break down the frame and carry it out back. It will go out with the trash."

Nicky helps me break down the bed frame. When I'm outside I see a light come on next door. I look up to see my old friend looking down at me. I look up at him and he smiles at me. He continues to watch both Nicky and I haul out my bed frame. I wonder what he thinks of us naked with a steel collar around Nicky's neck and a collar around my balls? 

When we enter the house, we pass my mother carrying boxes. I see a picture of all three of us on the beach with smiles on our faces. 

I remember that day. It was one of the best days of my life. We swam and mom bought a basket of wonderful food.  I remember her putting sunscreen on Dad and me. Dad and I were happy. I do remember she did carry everything from the car while I ran off into the lake. Now that I think about it she ran back to the car several times. She even poured wine for Dad and brought pie which was delicious. Except now, I understand she worked hard to make the delicious meal and dessert because she is my Dad's slave. She did all the work to make our day as easy as possible. Now, I feel guilty for not helping out more.  She worked hard for us because she is a slave and had no choice. I want to help her out. I need to do more around the house to help her serve my Dad. 

When we return to the room, it looks bare as if I never lived in it for 17 years!  

"Now remove the door." 

Again Nicky helps me remove the door. Shit! I have no privacy now.  The room no longer looks like anyone lived in it. I look around and my eyes water remembering all the good times I had with Master in this room when we were best friends. We would play video games, wrestle, and talk about guys we wanted to fuck next. Between Master and I, we must have fucked most of the swim team. Nicky and the twins were one of the last to be taken.  Well taken is an understatement now that they are slaves! The reason Master knew that Nicky was submissive was that the twin slave Jimmy told him.  Yet, we confirmed it when Nicky would secretly try to watch Master and I fuck his teammates.  He didn’t know we had seen him hiding in the equipment room.  We use that room a lot to fuck guys.  So, now all but the captain of the swim team had their holes used by Master or me. They all begged to be fucked harder. They even confessed they would do anything just to feel our big cock in their holes once again.  They told us their deepest perverted secrets.  That is why Master knows they are submissive. 

Sitting here in this room, we cooked up the idea of enslaving the whole swim team. At the time, I just thought it was a fantasy. I never thought Master would be able to do it. Yet, after this weekend I have no doubt he will.  Now, I feel guilty even bringing up the idea to Master.  I planted the seed to enslave the swim team.  They have no idea how their lives will change.  

We even talked about enslaving the parents of the swim team.  Yet, seeing at what Master Frank did to three families, the Twins, Nicky’s, and my family!  Then when the volunteer slavery law takes effect, I have no doubt Master will be able to put me on a leash and walk me naked in the streets.  Then the wrestling team will do the same to the swim team.  It is all my fault!  I hear Master yelling for me.

“Slave, get the fuck in hear!”

His voice is coming from the Master bedroom. 

I run out of my bedroom into my Dad’s bedroom.  I see Master on the bed with my father.  They are kissing with the twins sucking their cocks.  I’m a little shocked to see my Dad engaged in gay sex.  Is he gay or BI now?  Yet, before Master can yell at me again, I kneel beside the bed with my head bowed. 

“Sorry, Master. What can your slave do for you?”

Master breaks kissing my father and looks down at me, “Go help its slave mother finish packing up the spare bedroom and any other personal shit that would remind my slave of its previous life."

“Yes, Master.”

I run off to find my mother. Nicky and she are in the spare bedroom breaking down the bedframe. Nicky is bent over unscrewing the last bolt.  Fuck his ass looks inviting.  Shit, I could just fuck him right here if I wanted to.  Yet, I remember Master’s orders about fucking the other slaves.  Only when they and I are not serving him can I use them.  I am ordered to help my mother so I can’t fuck him right now.  Although, I can’t wait until we are alone.  I grab what they already have taken apart and bring it out back.  Once again I see the neighbor boy watching me.  I smile up at him and he waves at me.  He has no idea what I am going to have to do to him and his family.  

When I get back to the spare bedroom, Nicky already has the door off the hinges. I help him take it to the backyard. When we get back into the house, my mother is taking down family pictures from the walls, awards I won throughout my younger years, and art she painted for the last few years. We are being stripped of our former life. How can dad allow this to happen to us? Except, I remember he is actually selling me to my Master.  After what happened this weekend and now this, I now understand that my Dad only sees my mother and me as nothing more than his property.  Right now he is in bed with my Master.  Normally, he would be in bed with my mother. Yet, it’s clear now, I am not in a normal family, am I?  Is this what the new normal is going to be like in our community? 

My mother has me holding cardboard boxes while she throws away memories of our lives together. How is she being so casual about what is happening to us?  Did she ever love me or did being a slave for 20 years conditioned her to just obey my father without question? I remember the training I went through at the farm. I can't imagine what she must have gone through.  Her father gave her away as collateral in a fucking poker game.  What kind of father does that to her daughter?  She must have gone through a lot more slave training than I can ever imagine. 

After stripping the house of every reminder of our former lives, mother starts making dinner for my Dad.  I wonder if Master Alex and Jason are going to be staying for dinner.  I walk into the kitchen seeing her busy preparing the meal.  I feel guilty that she has made me delicious meals and I never once offered to help.  

“Mom, do you need any help?”

“Oh, Yes honey, please chop up the vegetables for the salad.  She already has them out on the counter, thank god!  I wouldn’t even know what I should have grabbed from the frig.  Yet, I look at the vegetables and realize I don’t know how to cut them up. I try to cut some but my mother stops me. 

“Honey, let me show you.”

She stands next to me and shows me how to peel the carrots and cut them.

“Master likes a nice fresh salad with his dinner.”

She smiles at me when I start to work, “That’s right honey, just like that.  You’re doing good.”

I smile back at her.

“Thanks, mom.”

It's weird hearing her refer to Dad as Master.  I finish the salad.

“Now let me show you how Master likes his place settings for the table.”

We walk around the table with me holding the plates and silverware on a tray while mother places them correctly on the table.  I see she is setting the table for three.  So, I assume Master Alex and Jason are staying for dinner.  

When we get back in the kitchen, my mother has me work on stirring the gravy as she works on cooking a turkey breast.  

While I’m bored stirring the gravy, my boyfriend Jason sneaks up behind me and grabs me from behind.  I jump in surprise, almost burning my cock with hot gravy.

“Sir, you scared me!”

Jason holds me tight and starts kissing my neck.  I feel his hard cock in his shorts rub up against my hole. 

“I need you, boy!” 

I moan as he kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear.  I lean back in his arms as I continue to stir the gravy. 

“Free me, boy”

That is our code for freeing his cock from his shorts. So, I reach around with my other hand and pull down his shorts.  His cock springs free of what he calls his prison.  Like his brother, Jason doesn’t believe in wearing underwear.   He calls underwear, a prison for Alphas like him and his brother.  Alpha cocks need to be free to fuck what they want to without restrictions.  The whole time I have known Master Alex and Jason, they are always half-naked in athletic shorts and no underwear.  

Jason rubs his hard cock up and down the crack of my ass.  His nibbles on my ear causing me to melt into his arms.  Now desperate for his cock, I line it up to my hole and he pushes, pinning me against the stove.   Slowly, Jason fucks me while at the same time, I unconsciously stir the gravy. 

Jason whispers in my ear as he nibbles on it, "You did great today. I know it must have been hard for you to remove everything that you thought was yours. It had to be done. You will see, it's a necessary step in accepting yourself as a slave now. You obeyed my brother without question. I'm proud of you.  I loved our time together for the ride back from the farm. You're a great kisser. I love how you shared sucking my cock with my pup. It's great that you two are getting along so well! I want you to share serving me without being jealous."

Jason puts his hand on my face and turns me to look at him. He is smiling and then kisses me, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. Dam! I love kissing him. I moan as he continues to fuck me against the stove. I feel a different hand on mine that is still stirring the gravy. The hand is soft and I realize it's my mom's hand. She takes over stirring the gravy, allowing Jason to pull me from the stove and carry me over to the counter where I was preparing the salad. I'm bent face forward over the counter with Jason’s hand in the middle of my back.

He fucks hard, slamming me against the counter. I'm pinned to the counter looking at table set up perfectly for my Dad and his guests. Once again my balls and cock are being pressed against something hard as I'm being fucked. Each deep thrust into me sends shooting pain into my balls. Yet, like Master, there is no stopping Jason fucking me hard. I don't complain. I want to please Jason so much. Besides my cock is rock hard too. It's getting crushed with each deep fuck into me but I love it now! I realize that the pain in my balls and cock makes me hard so I want to please Jason. I think I'm falling in love with him. He is so nice to me yet can be so dominant at times like he is now. He is an amazing man!  

Just then I hear my Master and father's voices as they enter the dining room. I look up to see Master and Father holding hands with one of the twins on each arm. 

"Brother, you couldn't wait until after dinner?" 

In a labored voice, "Fuck NO! You didn't either." 

"True! I understand when you need to release, you need to fuck something. Don't let us stop you."

"Great!" 

Then Jason slams into me even harder now. At the same time, I watch Master and my father make out. Is Dad gay now? They pull the twins to one of their nipples while each is groping their huge cocks. All I can do is grunt as I get fucked hard. I grab hold of the other side of the counter just to help my balls from being slammed into the underside of the counter. Jason is relentless, nothing is going to stop him from dumping his load into me. 

At the same time, I see my mother still working on plating the food. She walks by me ignoring her son being fucked hard over the counter. Nicky is now helping her and just keeps busy getting the table ready for dinner. 

This is my life now! To be taken at any time and any place.  

Jason grabs my collar and pulls me up to him. His chest is sweaty and hot against my naked back. He holds me tight and turns my head so our lips touch, then kisses me. He's an animal in heat. My mouth is attacked. He holds my head tightly to his mouth as his tongue dominates mine. I moan out, loving his complete domination of me. No one but my lover matters right? I kiss him back while he fucks me harder, picking up speed. 

I know he is close. I feel his cock start to pulsate.  Suddenly, he pushes in as deep as he can. His cock pulses even more then he breaks the kiss.  He looks up at the ceiling and an animalistic roar comes out of him. He holds me tight with both hands now!  I feel his whole body shake while my gut is filling up with my man's Alpha cum. At this moment he is my Alpha and the man I love! 

Now everyone stops and looks at us yet I couldn't care less. I'm pleased that I can serve my boyfriend who's also my Alpha and lover all rolled into one.  I close my eyes and relax into my lover's arms. 

I hear the movement of chairs yet it feels far off. Jason rubs my chest with his strong massive hands. Yet, he is being so tender. His hands brush my nipples and I moan each time. 

He steps back from the counter and lowers one hand until he reaches my cock.  I'm surprised when he starts stroking my hard cock. I moan even more! It feels so good. It's the first time since my enslavement that anyone has touched my cock except for another slave shaving me or putting me in the milker. Oh God! This is the first time any Master has cared for me. I cry and moan with so much happiness. Jason strokes me faster and faster.  I have not shot my load since the milking machine! Jason holds me and then turns my head so I’m looking at him. He kisses me. Yet, this time he isn't fighting for domination of my mouth. No, this time he is kissing me with love and passion. I moan while kissing. He breaks the kiss. 

"Go on, shoot for me. You have my permission. Show your lover how much you love me!" 

I do love him! More now than ever before. He is allowing me release and I love him so much for doing this for me. I roar out almost as loud as my lover did. Jets of built-up cum in my balls blast out of my cock hitting the ceiling and covering the counter. Some even hit my Master's foot on the outside of the counter. 

"That's it, my boy. It's showing me its love for me! You love me, right?" 

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. I love you so much!" 

"I love you too. You're my very special boy. Enjoy this gift I just allowed you to have. Continue to be my very good boyfriend and I will give you many more gifts like this." 

"Yes Sir, I will be a good boyfriend for you. Thank you so much. I love you!" 

I'm so happy that my boyfriend has given me this special gift. He is so generous and caring. I love him with all my heart! Tears of joy roll down my face.  Jason wipes them away with his finger and presents it to my mouth. I open and he pushes his finger in.  I suck my tears away. He then wipes some cum from the counter and pushes his cum coated fingers into my mouth too!  My lover feeds me more and more of my cum. 

"Jason, the slave needs to clean up its mess. Come let's have breakfast."

Jason pulls out of me while he pushes my head back down to the counter. I know what I need to do. I start licking the counter clean of my cum.  When I am done with the counter, Master points to his feet.  I walk around the counter and look down.  Dam! I shoot that far!  Master looks at me continuing to point.  

I nod and kneel at his feet.  Master grabs the back of my head and pushes me down until I’m staring at the splatter of cum on his foot.  Knowing what my Master wants, I stick out my tongue and lick my Master's foot.  He continues to hold hands with my father and chat with Jason while I lick his foot.  When I have the cum all cleaned up, I try to raise my head but Master keeps his large hand on my head and my face pressed to his foot.  After about 10 seconds, I understand I’m not done with licking his foot.  I continue to lick.  When I get to his toes, he pushes his big toe into my mouth.  I instinctively suck it.   Master pats me on the head which lets me know I need to suck all his toes and lick his foot until I’m released from my duty.  Master continues to chat with Jason now ignoring me.

“Jason, I really like Master Eric.  So, we decided to start dating.”

What!  My Dad is going to start dating my Master?  

“Cool, congratulations.  But before you start making plans, you should talk with Dad.  You know how protective he is of us!”

“Yeah, I know. I will talk to Dad tomorrow.”

My mind is blown.  I have always thought my Dad was the straightest man on the planet.  Now he wants to date a guy.  Not just any guy but my Master!  That means Master will be here more often than I thought! Why is Master interested in my Dad? Dad is a hot man, but he is like 20 years older than Master.  Why would Master want to date an old guy? I understand why my Dad likes Master.  I mean Master is the hottest man in the world.   Who wouldn’t want to date him?  I hear them kiss above me and fear what my life will be like now!  Both men are very demanding!   If they become lovers then, my Dad will continue to own me in a way even after I’m sold to Master.  

While they kiss, Dad starts stroking him.  Master grabs my collar and pulls me up to his balls.  My face is pressed into his balls. I know what he wants.  So, I lick his balls as my Dad continues jerking him off.  I hear them making out even more passionately.  I stare up at Master's cock being edged by my own father.  I’m memorized by Master's huge cock as I lick each of his balls.  Fuck! I remember that cock deep in me and I long for it again.  I was enslaved by that very cock! Yet, I don’t care.  I love my Master’s cock, just like I love my boyfriend’s cock.  Dam! I am a cock whore!  Especially, the cocks of Alpha men.  

I glance over and see Master is stroking him as well.  Master pulls me from his balls to my Dads.  OH FUCK!  I get to lick my Dad’s balls.  I look up again and see another massive cock. I lick my lips wanting to worship it.  Out of instinct, I stick out my tongue and lick.  Dam! My Dad’s balls taste so good!  I love the scent of sweating Alphas. Their smell only makes their balls taste even better! 

My Dad grabs my head and pulls me closer to his balls.  I have no choice but to lick the balls that created me!   Not, in a million years would I have thought I would be licking my father's balls.  Yet, here I am and I’m actually enjoying it! 

Dad then pulls me up so I have to lick up and down his massive cock.  I’m pulled up and down his cock while I hear moaning and kissing above me.  Smiling to myself, I think my Dad likes my mouth. 

He pulls me up so my mouth is over the head and then drives my open mouth down onto his 10-inch cock.  Only a few hours ago that cock was inside my mother.  Now, it is inside me!  Dad shoves me hard so my nose is bushing against his pubes.   All 10 inches is deep in my throat.  Dad lets go and I quickly come up for air, only to be shoved back down again. Fuck!  His cock is wide as hell!  I have a hard time opening up wide enough. 

After a while, they stop kissing and eat.  I continue to suck my father’s cock.  Looking up I see my Master feeding my father some bacon.   

Soon, Master grabs my collar, forcing me down his cock next.  Throughout the meal, I’m passed between my Master and my father.  I’m used to keeping them hard as they laugh as lovers would.  Part of me is jealous of Master.  I used to be the center of my Dad’s attention.  Now, Master has all my father’s attention and I am just a plaything to keep him hard so they can have fun!  Part of me breaks.  I lost my father to my Master and there is nothing I can do to change it.  I laugh my father also lost me to my Master.  Yet, I don’t think he sees it that way.  This is my life now.  

Master orders, "Bitch, go help its slave mother clean up after our dinner." 

I crawl out from under the table. Mom has me follow her. 

When we are in the kitchen, mother tells me, "Honey, please pick up all the dishes and put them on the counter by the sink. Once that's done then hand wash them.  Master likes his dishes cleaned by hand. Honey, make sure you do a perfect job. Double-check each dish and wipe the dish dry. Then put them in the cupboard. Honey, please make sure there are no spots on any dish, or I will be punished."

I see real fear in her eyes. What kind of punishment could my Dad do to her that would make her so scared? Whatever it is I don't want to be responsible for her punishment.

I smile, "Yes, mother. I will make sure the dishes are spotless."

I remember helping the house slave at the farm. He taught me how to clean the dishes. I hated it when he caned me for making mistakes. At the time, I thought he was being too harsh for just a spot or two on glasses. However, now I'm grateful for his training.  I hope his training will pay off and keep my mother from being punished. 

I pick up all the dishes from the dining room table and stack them on the counter. As I go past each Master, I'm fondled by them. Either my ass is played with, my nipples are pinched or my balls are squeezed.  My Dad followed me with his eyes most of the time when he wasn't in conversation with Master or Jason. When I got to his side, Dad not only plays with my ass but also pushes his middle finger deep in my hole. He rubs my prostrate causing me to moan.  I'm holding a stack of dishes but can't leave until my Dad is done playing with me. 

My face gets warm while I stand there moaning. Master and my boyfriend just ignore us, chatting away like it's normal for a father to finger his son's hole. I'm so ashamed and embarrassed. Once again, I almost wished I wouldn't have challenged Master to the wrestling match that caused my enslavement.  Yet, at the same time, Dad’s finger feels so good in my hole. Where in the hell did Dad learn to finger a guy like this?

My arms are getting tired from holding the heavy dishes.  Dad grabs my cock and starts stroking me. I'm already hard due to his prostrate massage. Dad pulls his finger out of my hole and orders me to suck it. I have to lean over to suck it clean. 

At the same time, Dad whispers in my ear, "Yeah, clean its ass juices from my finger like a good bitch. You are such a good slave.  Seeing you get fucked over the counter was hot as hell. Your hole is still tight." 

Tears form in my eyes. How could Dad talk to me like that?  Then I think does Dad want to fuck me? 

He lets go of my cock and pulls his finger out of my mouth. 

Then he slaps my ass and in a loud voice, "Slave, it may go now. It’s fun to play with it". 

I rush back to the kitchen, thankful that was the last of the dishes.  

After placing the dishes on the counter, I stand naked in front of the sink, washing the dishes.  Nicky comes over and helps me dry them. 

I whisper "Thank you!" 

He whispers back, "No problem, Sir. I enjoy helping out. Also, your mom explained about spotless dishes. You don't have to worry. I just want to help and not get her in trouble. You know she still loves you. I see it in her eye. She is just doing as she has been trained to do. She has had a lot more slave training than we have. Sir, you know she couldn't have saved you. Master Eric has trained her too well to ever disobey him.  Please Sir, don’t blame her.  She could use all help you can give her, Sir."

Holly Shit, Nicky is right! She has been through a lot more than what we have been through so far.  I can’t imagine the life she had to live. I did have some resentment that she even stood up to my father when he agreed to sell me to my Master.  Yet, now I understand.  She is conditioned to obey Dad without questioning or fear being punished. She is just as scared of of Dad as I'm of mine my Master.  We are trapped and owned by our Masters. There is nothing she could have done to save me. 

Nicky goes quiet when he glances behind him.  He doesn’t look at me and focuses on drying the dishes then putting them away.  Just then I’m grabbed from behind!  I jump a little in surprise.  My hands are still in the soapy water.  Then I hear my my Dad’s voice.

“Slave, you did great today.  I love how Alex treated you like a real slave!  That mouth of yours got me so worked up.”

A chill runs down my spine.  It is my Dad who grabbed me. 

“I have trained you to be obedient, Haven’t I, slave?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“You call me Master Eric from now on, slave! Is that understood?”

“Ah… Yes, Master Eric”

It feels strange calling my Dad by his first name let alone with the title of Master.  It is going take some getting used to.  

“Your old life means nothing to you now except for my training.  Just obeying me and your Master is all that matters.  Your devotion to me growing up was so special to me. Now use my training to serve your Master and me.  Remember, slave, I still love you!” 

Tears fall down my face when my Dad tells me he loves me.  Dad rubs his hard cock against my hole.  My hole is slicked up from all the cum that leaked out of it from Jason’s fucking earlier.  I gasp when Dad enters me!  Even though I’m getting used to being fucked, Dad’s cock is wide as hell!  He is wider than Master or Jason.  It feels like a beer can is being shoved up my hole.  I know it was wide when It was down my throat but that is different.  I have always had a wide neck which is one of the reasons I am good at wrestling.  So, sucking his cock wasn’t hard.  

Thankfully, Dad slowly enters me. 

“Fuck, slave, its hole is tight!  Tighter than any pussy I have ever had.  If I have known boy’s holes are so tight I would have been fucking them sooner.  Slave, you have been holding back on me.  I could have been fucking you sooner!  You have been a selfish bitch, haven’t you?”    

What the hell is Dad talking about?  I just learned I have a submissive side.  Dad always seems to prepare me as a Top or at least that is what I thought.  How can he say I was selfish?  Yet, what can I say?  

“Yes, Master Eric, I have been selfish.”

“Dam Right!  I could have been fucking you for a year and half, ever since you were legal to fuck!  You have been a bad slave.  Don’t you need to be punished for being so selfish?”

“Yes, Master Eric.  I need to be punished for being selfish.”

What the hell!   Dad is going to punish me for not realizing part of me is submissive.  Yet, what I can I do, now.  He owns me.   Per him and Master, he has owned me all my life since I’m a product of a slave he already owned.  In a fucked up way, I understand the logic now that I know the truth of where I can from.  Dad never saw my mother as his wife.  Nicky is right she has been his slave ever since he won her in a poker game.  Since I’m a son of a slave, I’m a slave too.  So, Dad has had the right to fuck me since I turned 16.  Looking back, he has been training me to obey him all my life.  All my life decisions have been controlled by him.  Now even more so.  Fuck look at me.  He is fucking me while I clean his dishes.   I feel him fully inside me, slowly fucking me as I remember all the times he as controlled my life. 

“Dam, this hole feels nice.  Keep cleaning my dishes, slave.  I enjoy fucking you as you serve me as a domestic slave!  You know slave, I have done this same thing to its slave mother.  Even in front of you.  You just never wanted to notice.  Too self-absorbed to see your mother was my slave all her life.  Too selfish to help her out even.  That is all going to change.  You’re going to help your slave mother do the housework. In fact, you will be doing all the yard work from now on.  Tomorrow after you help install the security upgrades, you will mow the lawn.  I think you should do it naked in the backyard.  The neighbor boy likes seeing my slave naked doesn’t he?”

“Yes, Master Eric, the boy was watching me tonight when I had to put throw out all my personal stuff.”

“Good, show the boy what it’s like to be my slave.  Get the boy to agree to be my slave.  Then bring him to me.  Does slave understand its orders?”

“Yes, Master Eric.”

I feel sorry for the boy.  He has no idea what is about to happen to him.  I moan now as Dad speeds up fucking my hole. 

“Dam! Boy, I love this hole.  I wonder if the boy next door is going to be as tight as you?”

Dad laughs sadistically.  I have to grab hold of the counter as Dad grabs my hips and fucks me roughly.  So, my balls don’t get slammed against the counter this time since I bend over and push my ass out.  Dad seems to like this since he fuck me even harder now! 
 
I look down between my legs, seeing my cock and balls fly back and forth causing my hard cock to slap against my stomach!  This only makes me moan more as my pre-cum is splattering all over the counter doors and my face.  I fear I might shoot my load again.  I look over my shoulder hoping Dad will give me permission to shoot another load.  Dad looks me in the eyes with a smirk that only tells me I will be punished if I shoot.  I try to hold back as much as possible, praying Dad will shoot before me.  Dad is already going to punish me for not admitting I was submissive sooner.  I don’t want more punishments.  Yet, it is getting harder and hard with each slap of my cock against my abs!  My stomach is rock hard from my wrestling training.  So, my cock feels like it’s hitting a brick wall.  

I can’t take it any more, “Please may I cum, Master Eric?”

He grunts and then growls, “No, slave!  Remember the strap, slave?”

I shake in fear at remembering when Dad used the strap on me.  It hangs on a peg beside his bed.  It's a wide heavy leather strap.  I have been spanked by it many times.  Anytime, I did not perform to Dad’s expectations he would use it on me.  The last time I got the strap was losing a wrestling match to the captain of our rival team.  Our rival team is all have straight guys on their team.  Plus, they are really good.  What makes them our rivals is not only our teams the best wrestlers around but also they hate gay guys.  All my teammates are either gay or bi.  It is the reason our community exists in the first place.   Dad hates those assholes.  Losing to their captain was especially painful to my ass.  

I wonder if Dad enjoyed spanking me.  I had to be naked and bent over his desk each time.  I never want to look him in the eye for fear he would get even more pissed at me.  So, I never saw if he was hard while spanking me with the evil strap.  Yet, now he is coming up with excuses just to spank me!  Is he doing it to impress my Master or because he is sadistic like my Master?  The whipping from my Master was more physically painful than the strap.  However, the strap always makes me cry because not only is it painful but I feel like I have disappointed the man I admired and loved most in my life.  When Master finally broke me to admit I needed to be his slave, those same feelings of disappointment rushed into me.  If it wasn’t for the spankings from my Dad, I don’t think I would have given in so easily.  

I have to grip the counter even tighter as Dad’s fucking gets rougher. Now, he starts vocalizing his feelings.

“Take that, you fucking slave.  Feel me inside its hole.  It's just a goddam fucking slave, now!  I own your fucking ass.  I have always owned you, slave!  How dare you hold back access to this hole.  You, selfish bitch!”

With Dad’s last words, I start to cry.  Dad pushes his hard cock as deep as he can into my hole.  All the names calling hurts but also push all the submissive feelings up to the surface!  I was selfish! GOD!  Dad’s right!  I’m such a selfish bitch.  With that thought, I shoot my load all over the counter doors.  At, the same time, Dad dumps his load into my already well-used hole.  After a few minutes, Dad pulls out of me and I collapse to the floor on my hands and knees.  Still crying from what Dad said and mixed with the rush of an amazing orgasm, causes me to break even more!
  
“Turn around, slave.” 

I turn to face my father, who I now know owns me.  He is right, I’m selfish.  

I look up at my Dad, “I’m so sorry.  Please forgive me Dad… I mean Master Eric.”

“Shut up.  God Dam!  Just fucking clean me.”

I open my mouth wide and take my Dad massively wide cock into my mouth.  I suck and lick it clean, pushing it deep into my throat.  I’m still amazed I can swallow that fat of cock.  Fuck my throat is even made for sucking his cock.  I have to laugh to myself.  He created me so I can suck his massive cock. I guess I’m born to suck cocks.  It’s what I was created to do since not many can take a cock like that.  Now that I think about it, my mother can take my Dad’s cock just as well as I.  Did I inherit that ability from her? 

Dad pats me on the head.

“Good, slave.  Now clean up the mess you created on the counter doors.  You will need to be punished for not getting permission to cum.  After cleaning the counter doors, go grab the strap in my bedroom.  You know where it is, right slave?”

“Yes Master Eric,  It is sorry.  I couldn’t control myself.  Please punish me, Master.”

I quickly turn around and lick up the cum from the counter doors.  WOW!  I just ask my Dad, I mean Master Eric, to punish me.  All the times, he has punished me with that evil strap, I have never asked to be punished.  I think, am I changing, becoming even more submissive.  I cummed from hearing my Dad call me names.  What the hell is happening to me?  What kind of man gets off on being verbally abused?  Well, after all, I was being fuck by the fattest cock in the world.  It must just be from the fucking, right?  Then I think, WOW, I cum hands-free from being fucked.  That was fucking amazing!  It is the first time I cum hands-free, just from being fucked.  I must be a fucking bottom slut after all. 

After cleaning up the doors as best I can, I run to my Dad’s bedroom.  Hanging on the wall next to his bed is the strap I know too well.  It has a wooden handle with a thick ¼ inch think leather strap about 3 inches wide and 10 inches long.  The leather looks well used.  I have come home early a of couple times to hear the strap hitting flesh in my Dad’s room with the door closed.  I just assumed he was practicing on his hand, leg or something.  Yet, I’m now thinking it was used on my mother as well. It explains why the leather feels so well used.  I’m impressed she did not make a sound from the strap.  I always screamed and then cried after my spankings.  I know my mother heard me crying but never said anything to my father that he was being to hard on me.  I just thought she agreed with his methods.  Now I know she had to agree with his method.  There is no way she could stand up to him.  He owns her and she knows it.  I wonder what happened between her and my grandfather.  I guess I will never know.  I have never met the man and I am glad I haven’t.  

“Slave, get the fuck in here!”

I jump out of my daydream from Dad yelling at me.  Oh fuck, now I’m in for it.  I grab the strap and run to my Dad who is standing at the kitchen table with his arms crossed. That look always sends a shiver down my spine.  The table is cleaned up now.  I hand Master Eric (my dad) the strap and bend over the dining room table.  Dad has always either spanked me over the dining room table or over his desk in the den.  Being spanked over the dining room table was always humiliating since my mother had to watch.  Now, not only is my mother watching but also my boyfriend, my Master, and all his slaves are watching me get spanked by my Dad. I have never been so humiliated in my life!  I don’t know how the twins handled being fuck and spanked on the dining room table out at the farm.  Well, I have been fucked in front of everyone.  So, I guess being spanked in front of everyone is what I deserve.
   
Dad rubs the leather against my but.  It is cool to the touch and I jump a little in surprise. 

Dad laughs, “Jumpy are we?  It will soon want to jump off the table.  Well, let's not let that happen shall we.  Bitch, come hold down your stupid slave son!”
   
Mother grabs my wrists and pulls my arms while bending over the table herself.  She is now holding my upper arms while I hold hers.  We look into each other eyes.  I see in her face how sorry she feels for me.  She knows what is about to happen too well.  We have unspoken words exchanged between us.  

Then I hear her whisper, “I’m so sorry, honey. I know it will hurt. Just hold on to me. I got you!  It will be over soon!”

I nod to her and she smiles at me.  I so want her to hug me.  When I was young and got spanked, mom would hug me as I cried myself to sleep.  As I got older she stopped.  I wonder if Dad told her to stop.  Dad made me take my spanking without crying.  He told me Alphas take their punishments like a man! 

I scream out more in surprise when I feel the first hit of the strap.  Then the pain registers a minute later.  I grab my mother’s arms tighter, bracing for the second hit.  Yet, it doesn’t come. 

Instead Dad orders, “Count them and thank me, slave.  Say it with the respect I deserve!”

“Yes, Master Eric”

Lets start again!  Then another stinging pain hits my ass.  

I scream out, “ONE! THANK YOU, MASTER ERIC!”

Another hit to my ass and I scream again!

“TWO! THANK YOU, MASTER ERIC!”

Master Eric hits me 20 times with the strap.  These were ten times worse than he has ever hit me before.  Tears are running down my face as I stare into my mother’s eyes.  She holds me tight so I do not jump up off the table.  Yet, I know it is more than that as I stare into her eyes.  I know she loves me even though she couldn’t show it to me before.  Dad thought he was training me to be a Master.  Yet, these spankings and his control over my life only fuelled my submissive self deep inside me.

“Bitch, keep a hold on your slave son.”

My mom grips my arms tigher as lay on the table breathing heavily.  I feel Master Eric rubbing my sore ass.  Then more hands are rubbing it.  I look back and Master is beside Master Eric rubbing my ass too.  

Master comments, “Very nice.  It hot.  I love the feeling of an ass after it’s spanked. You have trained it well. It counted out each hit and thanked you for them.  I’m impressed!”

I see Master Eric beaming with pride.  Is he showing off for my Master?  Is that why he hit me so hard?

Master Eric smiles, “Thank you!  It is not its first spanking.  Anytime it disappointed me I spanked it.”

Master adds, “Yes, spankings are a good motivator for slaves.”

“I did not think that I was training it to be a slave.  My intention was for it to grow up as a Master.  However, I see now it was hiding its submissive self to impress me!”

Master pats my Dad on the back, “It’s OK.  You got the same results anyways.  I think deep down you know it was a slave all along.”

“Maybe you are right.”

“Your training was more for a slave than a Master.  I watched you train it to respect your authority. Then when I saw it follow your orders, deep down inside I knew it was a sub too.  You did the right thing even if your conscious mind did not know it.  Our unconscious minds can detect a sub before our conscious mind knows.  Dad says it is sort of like Gaydar but for Doms and subs.  Both can see the other even if they don’t consciously know it.” 

“Dam, you are right, Alex.”

Master smiles, “I know, Dad as taught me a few things about being a Master.  You could learn a lot from my Dad.”

“Yes, your Dad is an excellent Master.  I will seek out his advice when I need to.”

“Good! Now I need to fuck my slave.”

“Go ahead.  It’s already in a position to be fucked.  Why not?”

I look back as my Master lines up his cock to my well used hole.  This will be the third cock that has fucked me since I arriving home!  

Master pushes forward in one continuous motion until he is buried deep into my hole.  I moan as he enters me.  FUCK!  I love my Master’s cock!

Master slowly fucks me as I stare into my mother's eyes. Each time he bottoms out, my ass stings, reminding me of Master Eric's punishment.  Mom stares back at me, holding my arms and whispers encouragement.  All the while everyone is watching us.  

All of a sudden mom squeezes my arms tighter and grunts. I look over over shoulder to see Master Eric fucking her too!  From what I can tell he is fuck her in the ass. I can see the discomfort in her eyes. I know first hand how wide and long his cock is. 

Both Masters fuck us hard in sync. I grip my mother's arms tighly as we are shoved towards each other. 

Master leans over me and I hear kissing above me. This only drives them to fuck us rougher. I moan as my cock leaks all over the floor. Yet, my mother just grunts. I feel sorry for her.  She doesn't have a prostrate as us male slave do.  So, for her, it must just be painfully uncomfortable. I wonder if Master Eric has fucked her in the ass before. God! My life is really strange now. What son thinks about how their parent gets fucked? Most don't want to even think about it. Yet, here I am getting fucked with my mother. I mean my own dad just fucked me and I even enjoyed it. Now, I have to watch my mother get a fucking which obviously she doesn't enjoy. Yet, we have no choice! We are just slaves and nothing will change that fact. 

We are harmmered us for a long time, even causing Master to drip sweat over my back as he continues to kiss Master Eric. They seem to feed off each other, wanting to prolong the fuck session as long as possible. Master has an innate ability to stay on the edge of cumming for hours when he has the right motivation. I guess seeing me getting spanked and then kissing my father is great motivation. 

I love every second as I'm kept on the edge too. Back when Master and I were best friends, sometimes we would bring guys home to fuck. We would fuck them in my bedroom and I remembered making a contest to see who could last the longest. Master always won the game like most games we played with each other. 

Dad, I mean Master Eric, would be in the other room while we fucked them for hours. He never stopped us from having our fun. 

When we emerged from my bedroom, Dad would ask if we had fun and I would reply 'Yes Sir’.  He would always tell me I was a ‘Good Boy’ after giving him the respect he demanded. Being complimented as a 'Good Boy' filled me with pride.  I always had this desire to please my Dad. 

Finally, Master shoves his cock deep into my hole and I feel it pulse several times.  I’m relieved that Master is finally dumping his load in my hole.  Being kept on the edge is amazing but exhausting at the same time.  I look in my mother’s face and see she is relieved too.  Master Eric must have released his load into her as well.  

They continue to kiss while we still hold each other’s arms, finally giving us a moment to rest.  For, some reason I feel closer to my mother now!   We finally have something in common.  A shared experience that I hope will link us together for a lifetime.  I understand her now.  She must serve her Master even if it is painfull and uncomfortable.  I felt the same way when Master made me plow the field out at the farm.  Our purpose is to serve our Masters.  So, we have a connection that is deeper than any normal Mother and son dynamic.     

Our Masters break their kissing and Master orders, “Slaves, clean your us.”

Mother nods at me and I nod back. We know we must serve them.  She lets go of my arms and I reluctantly do the same.  I climb off the table and kneel in front of him.  Master looks down at me with a smirk.  I know that smirk too well.  The satisfaction of knowing I will obey him because that is my duty and purpose in life.  I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and lick up and down the long thick cock.  I taste my own ass juices and I’m grateful for Master orders me to clean out so often.   

After cleaning his cock, he pushes me on my ass, causing me to wince.  Fuck! I forgot about my sore ass.  Master Eric grabs his hand and gentle pulls Master to the his bedroom.  I watch them walk down the hall naked, while the twins follow them into the room.  The last twin slave who enters the room looks back at me, smirking and then closes the door.  Dam! I wish I was him serving them.  More then that, I wish my Dad would bring me to his bed and make love to me like he’s about to do with my Master.    

At that point, I break down and cry putting my hand to my face and over between my legs.  Jason kneels beside me and rubs my back then whispers on my ear. 

“Its OK! You will be OK.  I’m here.”

Look up at him with tears running down my face.  Jason pulls me into his chest and rocks me while whispering sweet things in my ear.   I love him so much! 

After about an hour, Jason picks me up and carries me to my bedroom, well ‘Slave quartars’ now!  Jason places me gently on the bare mattress and pulls me once again into his arms.  It feels so good.  I love his strong arms wrapped around me.  He kisses my neck as I slowly stop crying and fall asleep.  

I wake up the next moring with Jason’s cock deep into my hole.  I moan, enjoy being so full.  Yet, again surprised to feel a warm body, not only behind me but also in front of me.  Nicky crawled into bed with us.  Then I realize my cock is warm too and being sequeezed tightly.  OH SHIT!  Sometime during the night Nicky climbed into bed and slid my cock into his hole.  Slowly he is fucking himself while Jason fucks me.  I moan even more now.  I smile enjoy two people who really care about me make love to me. 

I have not had my cock in a hole since my enslavement.  It seems so long ago now.  I almost forgot how good it feels to fuck a nice tight warm hole.  I slowly start to move in and out.  I grab Nicky and pull him into my chest.  Soon, I am fucking him hard while fucking myself at the same time.  Jason stops moving his hips letting me to do all the work.  I fuck harder into Nicky’s hole while fucking myself just as hard.  

I hear Jason breathing in my ear as he moan.  All three of us are moaning now!  The moans only drive me to fuck harder.   Now, I’m slamming my cock deep into Nicky.  Dam it is a tight hole.  Plus, I love Jason’s cock so much!  I fuck Nicky and myself for a hour, desperately wanting to dump my load into NIcky.   Fuck I need to unload! 

So, I whisper, “Please, may I shoot, Sir?”

“Yes, my love.  Shoot for me.  Cum for your lover.”

As soon as I had permission, I release my sore abused cum filled balls into Nicky!  At the same time, my lover dumps his load into me.  Jason roars in my ear with the familiar grawl both my Master and him do when they dump their loads.  The loud grawl fulls me with satisfaction that I please my lover.  Dam was is the best fuck of my life!   I sequeeze my hole as he slowly moves in and out of me, milking the last bit of cum from his cock!

After Jason recovers from his animalistic needs, he holds me tight, “Thats my boy!  I love your tight hole.  Your the best boyfriend a guy could ever ask for!”

I start to cry again but this time it’s tears of joy!  

I whisper, “I love you so much too, Sir.”

After holding me in his arms for anther 30 minutes, he releases me. 

“You and Nicky better go help your mother.  Your Master will want breakfast in bed.”

I whisper back, “Yes Sir.”

“Good boy!”

Jason then pushes both Nicky and me off the bare mattress with my half hard cock still deep in Nicky’s hole.   On the floor, I slowly pull out of him.  I rub my eyes as I stand up.  Then I grab Nicky’s hand and pull him to his feet too.  

We go see how we can help my mother serve our Master.  When we walk into the kitchen, mother turns to me. 

“Good your wake.  I have prepared breakfast for our Masters.  Please each of you take a tray and bring it to them.”

I pick up a tray with OJ, eggs, ham and toast.  Nicky picks a similar tray except instead of OJ their is coffee.  Master has been over our house so many times for breakfast, she knows what he would want.  Of couse, she knows what her Master, my Dad, would want too. 

When I open the door, Master and my Dad are kissing.   The twins are between their legs, sucking on their cocks.   I walk to Master’s side of the bed and Nicky walks to Master Eric’s side.  We hold the trays, waiting for the Masters to notices us.  

Finally, after about 10 minutes Master breaks kissing my Dad and glances at me, “OH! How nices, breakfast in bed.”

“Yes, Master.  Mother prepared it for you.”

I wanted to give her credit, hoping Master Eric will hear how good of a slave she is. Master sits up and pats the head of one of the twins that is still sucking him.  The twin slave pulls off his cock and more downs his leg.  Dam! They do love to serve our Master.  I watch as the twin smiles again and licks down our Master’s leg, ending at his feet.  He starts suck Master’s toes instead of his cock.  

Master pats his hard cock, “Slave, it may place the tray over my waist.”

I quickly place the tray, thankful to let go of the heavy tray.  I pull off the plate covers which keeps the food moring.   

I hear Master Eric complain about his coffe is cold.  Nicky rushes out of the room and comes back with a fresh hot cup of coffee.  We then kneel on either side of bed with our heads bowed waiting for new orders.  I smile to myself, Nicky and I both have to same instinct to kneel beside the Masters. 

The Masters enjoy their meal while we wait for them to finish.  I hear them laughing and kiss some. 

About 30 minutes later, Master pats me on the head.

“It may take my tray away.  Oh and bring me some more OJ.”

I rise and look at him, “Yes, Master.”

When I grab the tray, Master is feeding my Dad the last of the toast.  They really do look happy together.  As I pick up the tray, I get an idea flash into my mind.  While walking down the hall I think that someday, my Master might end up my stepdad!   Now, that is a crazy thought! 

I quickly carry the tray back to the kitchen and ask mother, "Mom, Master wants another glass of OJ."

Mom grabs another clean glass and picks up a pitcher of OJ. She fills the glass and hands it to me. 

"Here you go honey." 

"Thanks, mom." 

As I take the glass, I look down at the grabage can and see half cut oranges. WOW mom must have squeezed fresh OJ for my Master. Mom pats me on the back. 

"Go on honey, you don't want to keep your Master waiting."

"OH! Right! Thank you, mom."

I run back to the bedroom and hand Master the glass. 

"Master, here is your Orange Juice." 

Master is now fucking one of the twins, while Master Eric is fucking the other. Master grabs the glass, takes a swig and hands it back to me. 

"Slave, put it down and then go help its slave mother clean up after breakfast."

"Yes, Master."

I place the glass on the nightstand and run back to my mother.  Once again, mother has me wash the dishes.  About, 30 minutes later, Nicky comes in asking for coffee for Master Eric.  Mother has a coffee pot ready and puts in a splash of cream.  Of course, mother knows how my Dad likes his coffee.  Nicky quickly takes the coffee back to my Dad, Master Eric.

Jason comes into the dining room with only a towel around his waist.  He has Sparky crawling on a leash behind him.  Mother quickly runs out of the kitchen and pulls out a chair for Jason.  Ah yeah, Jason is a Master to her.  So, I help her by pushing the chair back in when Jason sits down.   

Mother whispers, “Thank you, honey.”

I nod and smile back at her.  Then she kneels at Jason’s feet with her hands behind her back then looks up to him. 

“Master Jason, what would you like for breakfast?”

Jason pats her on the head, “Slave, make me some eggs, sausage and an English muffin.”

“Yes, Master.  And what would Master like to drink?”

“OJ.”

“Very good, Master.”

Mother goes back into the kitchen.  Jason then grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his lap. I straddle him and face him. I smile, feeling his cock through the towel.  My lover grabs the back of my head and pulls me into a kis.  I moan, kissing him back with lots of tongue action.  Jason is an excellent kisser. I feel his cock growing with just a towel blocking it from entering my hole.  Fuck I need him inside me again.  I pull open his towel, freeing his manhood.  Now it is pressing the crack of my ass.  I wiggle until the head press against my hole.  Jason, pushes his hips up and I moan as his cock enters my hole.  It slowly enters me which only causes me to moan more as inch by inch my lover goes deeper into me.  Soon, it bottoms out with all 9 inches deep inside me.  We continue to kiss as Jason slowly fucks me with short strokes. 

I didn’t hear, Nicky place a glass of OJ infront of Jason.  Nothing else matters but making love with my boyfriend.  Then 10 minutes later, the smell of breakfast gets Jason’s attention.  He breaks the kiss which I groan, not wanting to stop kissing my lover!  Jason spins me around without his cock leaving my hole.  

“Serve me, my love.”

I smile back at him and pick up a piece of bacon and put it to his mouth.  Jason opens and I feed him the bacon.  He eats it and kisses me quickly then says.

“More, my love.”

So, pick the fork and serve him his eggs.  I’m rewarded with another kiss.  I love serving my lover.  I even put the glass of OJ to his lips so he can drink. This frees him to explore my body by pinching my nipples and playing with my balls.  We continue this ritual of serving him his food until his plate is clean and the OJ is gone.  I call it a ritual because, soon I serve him this way for many meals.  I love doing it because it makes him happy and allows him to play with me however he wishes.  

Once and a while, he rewards me with some small pieces of food but only if my Master is not looking. Otherwise, he rarely shares his food with me.  Yet, I’m happy just to be able to see the smile on his face everytime I serve him a peice of food.

We here the front door open and I jump a little not expecting someone to just enter my house without ringing the door bell.  We turn to look at who has came in.  The guy is hot as hell!  He looks like a sexy construction worker calendar in a hot porn video.  His chest is bare with cut off shorts, tool belt and work boots.  Dam the guy is older then me but fuck is he hot!  He muscle are defined like the way I would imagine a manual labor worker would look like.  I lick my lips completely forgetting a stranger just entered my house.

Jason speaks up, “Slave Ralph, you right on time.  Has everything been delivered OK?”

“Yes, Master.  All the remodeling supplies are in the driveway.  Father Michael’s slave boys finish delivering them just now.”

“Excellent, I would like you to meet slave Rob, my boyfriend and a slave of my brother.”

Slave Ralph holds out his hand and I shake it still with my mouth open.  Then I realize I’m completely naked on Jason’s lap with his hard cock buried deep in my hole.  Suddenly, my face flushes hot!  I am so embarrassed.  This is the first time, someone I did not know, seen me as a slave. I notice Ralph has the same slave collar that all the other slaves have around their necks. 

Jason then looks at me, “Slave Ralph is my slave but owned by my father.  He created the kinky leather shop downtown.  Slave Ralph has lot of experence in construction so my Dad is having him transform your bedrooms to a ‘Slave Quarters’ and put other sensor throughout Master Eric’s house.  Plus, you are going to help him install it all today.”

“Ah.. OK, Sir.”

Jason pulls me off his cock and stands me up.  

“Now, go put on a pair of spandex shorts.Then help slave Ralph.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I run back to my bedroom soon to be my ‘Slave Quarters.’  I pick out a pair red hot spandex shorts and put them on.  All my spandex shorts are some bright color.  I bought them so I would look sexy for my hookups.  They were never meant to be worn them in public.  Now, I have to wear them out front of my house so my neighbors will see me.  I will look like a hookup boy showing off for his trick.  

I run back to the dining room.  Slave Ralph is no where to be seen.  Jason point out the front door. 

“Thank you, Sir.”

I rush out to door completely forgetting I am almost naked.  Ralph is inventorying the box of supplies.  Shit there is a lot of boxes.  Many of them looks like the size of my bedroom door which I assume they are doors.  However, why so many?

“Good, you’re here.”

Ralph throws me a tool belt.  I pick it up but don’t really know how to put it on.  It is heavy with all kinds of tool, like a hammer and screw drivers. 

Ralph laughs, “Shit, you never done hard work in you have you?”

Feeling intimidated, I lower my head, “No, Sir.”

“Look at me, boy.”

I look up and fuck he has the most masculine face that fits him as a manual labor slave. 

“Well, today will be a good learning experience.”

Ralph walks up to me and buckles up the tool belt.  He looks me in the eyes and pulls me close to him by the tool belt. 

“Boy, you do as I say.  Think of me as your boss for the day. I have lots of experience being a forman on a work site.  So, just do as your told and all will be good.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir”

“Good, You want to do a good job for your Master and boyfriend, right?”

“Yes, Sir, I want to please them?”

“Excellent, let's turn your former bedroom into a proper ‘Slave Quarters’.  We will also be swapping out all the doors with smart doors.”

“Smart doors?”

“Yes, they are made by Father Michael’s slaves.  They link up with your Master’s phone app. Anytime the door is opened or closed the app knows.  The doors have RFID sensor that link up with your slave collars.”

With that Ralph grabs the collar lock around my balls. 

“This collar will be tracked everywhere in Master Eric’s house. We will also be mounting sensor throughout the house with cameras too.  Master Alex or Master Eric will be able to track your every movement. Once, Master Frank get the volunteer slavery law passed then the system will be expanded to encompass our entire community.  You, me and all slaves will be track outside and inside every building in our community.  Welcome to a true life as a slave boy.”

I grunt when Ralph squeezes my balls through the spandex shorts.  Yet, I look up in his eyes even more wide eyes at the implications of what Master Frank has planned for us slaves. 

Ralph pushes me back as he lets go of the belt and my balls.  WOW, the belt is heavy!  He then throws me a old pair of work boots.  

“Put those on.  We don’t want to damage your Master’s property do we?”

“No, Sir.”

I sit down on in the middle of the driveway and put on the boots. I look over at my former friends house next door.  I see the boy on the front porch looking at us.  Again, I feel guilty at what I must do to him.  Ralph sees me looking at the boy. 

“Is that the boy?”

“What? Sorry what do you mean, Sir?”

“The boy who you need to enslave and then give him to your father, Master Eric.  Yes, Master Jason explained the plan to enslave the family next door. Why don’t you call the boy over and ask him to help us.”

I look up at Ralph in shook.  I have been dreading this moment.  Is the boy really going understand what is about to happen to him?  I really didn’t know what being a slave really meant when I agreed to the wreslte Master Alex.  Yet, now I know and I have to help my Dad enslave another boy and his family.  

“You mean right now, Sir?”

“Yes, boy.  No time like the present.  Beside this will let the boy really know what he is getting himself into.  I know you feel guilty for what you’re about to do.  However, we are slaves now.  We do not question our Master’s orders.  I fault Master Frank’s ownership of me for years.  When we were friends he explained what slavery to him is really about.  It scared me for years.  But then Master Jason took control of me and I finally gave in.  Now, Master Frank owns me and my shop.  However, I don’t regret my decision.  Besides what is done is done.  The same is with you. What is done is done.  You cannot change what you are.  You’re owned property and must do as your Master orders you to do.  It’s not your place to question his orders.  However, you can give the boy as much info as possible without breaking your Master’s orders.  So, now call the boy over, NOW!”

I nod, “Yes, Sir, you are right.”

Then I yell out, “Tony, come here. I want to talk to you.”

I see the boy smile and quickly run off the porch to us.  He is just in shorts and barefoot.

When he gets to us, “Hi, Rob.  What do you want to talk about?”

“Ahh… My Dad is doing some remodeling of his house and we could use your help.  Would you like to help us for a few hours?”

He grins like he just won a prize, “Yes, of course, I will do anything for you, Sir.”

The boy always idoilized me.  When we were young he would follow me around.  Whenever, we want to do something I always made the plans and he just did whatever I wanted to do.  Now, he acting the same way when we were kids.  Except, that decision he just made to help us is going to change his life forever.  I know the boy is submissive.  Any dom can see it plan as day. 

Ralph orders, “OK, boy put this on.”

Ralph throws the boy some old work boots.  They look smaller then what would fit Ralph.  I wonder where he got them and why he had them in his truck?  I watch as he sits in the driveway like I did and puts on the boot. 

“Good, you two carry one of these boxes to Rob’s quarters.” 

Tony and I carry the heavy box to my room, knowing is a steal door that can lock me in the room.  It will serve as a door to my ‘Slave Quarters’.  I get nervous as Tony will see what my room looks like now.  What can I tell him?  Then I remember what Ralph said about giving the boy as much info as possible. That way the boy knows more about what ture slavery will be like.  What I didn’t know is Tony is born to be enslaved.  Plus, his family has a secret that I never would have expected.