Owning my Family

Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery.  The story may include topics that may be offensive to some. It includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, consensual and non-consensual slavery.  In this story, the age of consent for sex is age 16.   Some aspects of this story could seem too extreme to some people.  Therefore, if this offends you then please move on.  

Chapter Summary: 
This new chapter is from the point of view of submissive Simon.  Simon came to check out the kink / leather shop owned by Master Frank and managed by his son Master Jason.  After leaving the shop Simon encounters Alpha George who is a friend of Master Alex, another son of Master Frank.  Simon submits to Alpha George in the parking lot in front of the shop.  As Alpha George takes charge of Simon, Simon learns more about himself, his family, and his new Owner, Alpha George.  The Connection between Simon’s family and Alpah Geroge’s family is deeper then he ever could imagine. 

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.  Some of 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 Master Frank’s slave Jeffery knows of a submissive and dominant gene.  They used that knowledge to breed more submissives and dominants.  For Franks’s other slave David is the son of two slaves from The Society. David then produced Billy, Jimmy, and Mike (Sparky), which also inherited the 100% submissives gene.  This breeding made them so submissive that they want, no need to be enslaved.  It is a deep desire that they cannot control.  

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, 10-inches long, and 6 inches around cock.  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. 

• Slave Dilon Williams - Slave to Master Eric and father of Slaves Tony and Michelle.

• Slave Nacy Williams - Slave to Master Eric and mother of Slaves Tony and Michelle 

• Slave Tony Williams - Slave to Master Eric. Neighbor boy to Master Eric. Son of city council member Dilon and his wife Nacy Williams. Age 16, 5ft 5 inches tall, 110 pounds, 5 inches dick.  Learned about BDSM by watching his parents submit to dominant men without them knowing.  

• Slave Michelle Williams - Slave to Master Eric. Age 17, 5ft 9 inches tall.  120 pounds.  Beautiful! She could have been a model in another life. 

• Coach Wilson - Coach of the wrestling team.  32, 6ft 1 inch tall, 200 pounds, 11 inches long, and 6.1 inches around cock.  

• Coach Harrison - Coach of the swim team.  30, 6ft 1 inch tall, 200 pounds, 9.5 inches long, and 5 inches around cock. 

POV Sub Simon

I recently discovered kinky porn and I can’t stop jerking off to it.  The more I watch, the hornier I get.  This leads me to look into kink more.  I read about guys actually submitting to other guys in real life.  The idea of letting another guy take control of me is so fucking hot!   Being tied up and vulnerable is exciting as hell.  I wonder what it would feel like.  I’ve tied myself up and jerked off and shot all the way across my room.   Now, when I watch kinky porn it is always with guys tied up.  I just want to try it for real.  Tying myself up is fun but I still have to have to keep one hand free so I can untie myself.  I want a guy to tie me up so I can’t get free.  The idea of being controlled and forced to suck a guy is all I think about now.  

Then one day I found out there is a shop that specializes in the kinky gear that I have seen used in porn.  I have to check it out.  It’s not far from my apartment building.  So, finally, I get up the courage to check the place out.  It’s only a 10 minute walk to the shop.  

Just outside the shop, I take a breath and open the door.  I’m immediately greeted by a guy dressed up as a puppy.  The human puppy barks at me, patting and wiggling his tail.  Fuck Me!  I saw puppy play in porn movies and wondered why a guy would want to dress up as a puppy.  Yet, looking at this guy, he just looks so cute.  I pet his head like a real dog and the pup wiggles his tail even more.  Then I realize the tail is a butt plug.  I have been interested in what it would feel like to have something up my ass.  The guys in porn seem to enjoy getting fucked.  I have not yet had the courage to push something up my asshole.  

I walk farther into the shop and see dildos and butt plugs.  Then I hear a voice behind me and turn around to see a hot guy standing in front of me.  Dam! He is bare-chested, wearing leather shorts and boots.  I look down to see a huge bulge in his shorts.  Shit! How big is his cock?  I lick my lips thinking about what his cock would taste like.  

With his hands on his hips, he asks, “Hello, I’m Jason, is there anything I can help you find?” 

This brings me out of my trance and I look up at his face.  OH MY GOD, he has such a handsome and beautiful face.  His smile seems so infectious allowing me to let my guard down.  Yet, there is something about him that makes my knees weak at the same time.  

“Ah… I have never been in a place like this.  I wonder… Do you have bondage stuff?” 

He laughs, “Yes, we do, let me show you what we have.  Come with me, boy.” 

When he calls me ‘boy’ my dick jumps in my shorts.  As I follow him to the bondage stuff, I look down to see a wet spot forming in my shorts.  Shit, I was in such a rush to get here, I forgot to put on underwear. 

The owner of the shop shows me leather wrist cuffs.  I rub the leather in my hands and it feels good.  

“Would you like to try them on?”

Again my dick grows more which only helps me overcome my nervousness.  

“Yes, Sir.  Please!”

I don’t even realize, I said Sir to this guy.  Even though he is my age, he just seems to have a lot more confidence than me.  Plus, for some reason, he looks familiar. Does he go to my school. I keep to myself so I don't get to know many of my classmates.  Most are well off and my family is poor. 

“Of course, boy.  It would be a pleasure.”

Again he calls me boy.  Just like my father used to call me when I was a kid.  This only made me want to let him do what he likes.   I'm more of a follower than a leader. So, I hold out my hands.  

He takes the cuff from my hands and straps it around my right wrist.  He grabs another cuff and does the same to my left wrist.  My dick now is harder than it has ever been.  

“Sir, it feels good,” smiling with a huge grin on my face. 

This hot guy then picks up a strap that is longer than the cuffs on my wrist. 

“Do you know what this is, boy?”

“Not sure, Sir”

“Boy, it’s called a ‘Collar’.  Dominant men or women put it on submissive boys or girls to show they control them.  Would you like to try it on?”

I feel my dick pulse when this Dominant man explains what a collar is.  I saw submissive guys in porn wearing them but didn’t understand why.  Fuck! I stare at the collar and nod my head. 

“Tell me, boy, what do you want?”

“Please, Sir.  Could you put the collar on me?”

“Good boy. Always speak when a man asks you a question.”

“Yes, Sir,” saying nervously. 

Fuck me!  My dick pulses continuously as the man straps the collar around my neck. I move my head from side to side loving the feel of the leather collar.  Knowing that this dominant man just put it on me only makes me want to fall to my knees.  I look down to see the bulge in his pants grow even bigger.

Just as he puts the collar around my neck, the bell for the door charms and a man walks through.  Holly Shit!  The other guy following him through the door is completely naked.  I cannot help but stare at the man and the naked boy.  This man seems to be in charge of the boy.  I imagine myself being the naked boy.  

“Boy, I have another customer to attend to.  How about I cuff your hands behind you and you can continue to look around my shop so I can attend to my other customer?  How does that sound?”

Still staring at the Master and his boy, I just nod my head. 

“Remember what I said.  Speak boy!”

I look back at the shop owner which pulls me out of my daydream of being the naked boy. 

“Oh Yes, Sorry Sir.  What did you say?”

With a little annoyance in his voice, “I said boy, how about I cuff your hands behind your back and you can continue to look around the shop as I attend to the other customer?”

Now this gets my attention causing my dick to pulse again. 

I smile, “OH, Please Sir. Yes, I want to try that!”

“Good, boy!” 

The shop owner then grabs my wrists and pulls them behind me, clipping my cuffed hands together. 

“Boy, while I attend to the other customer, look around but don’t leave the shop.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I start looking around the store and I'm amazed at what I see. Some I recognize from the porn I have seen. Yet, other gear, I have no clue what they are. I want to know everything there is to know about kinky gear.   As I’m looking around, I also listen to what the shop owner is saying to the man with a naked boy following him like a lost puppy.  I can tell the boy lusts after the man but it seems to be more. There is something about the man that makes the boy follow him more than just lustfully.  For some reason, I feel the same way about the man.  Just like the unseen power that the shop owner had over me, the man has the same power over the naked boy.  Both men have confidence I could never have.  Yet, it's more than that.  They have power about them that I'm drawn to.  This power they have keeps me listening and watching them closely. 

The shop owner comes out with a large box and puts it on the counter.  He pulls out a metal ring.  It looks heavy.  The shop owner explains that the ring is a slave collar.  I think about the leather collar around my neck.  As soon as the shop owner put it around my neck, I felt different like he somehow has control over me.  He ordered me to stay in the shop and I didn’t think twice about leaving.  

He orders the human pup to him.  Now I realize, the pup is wearing the same collar. The shop owner starts to explain all the features of the collar.  Each feature seems to give the “Master” more control over his “slave”.  I remember in history class about the old-time slaves.  The history books show the slaves wearing heavy metal collars too.  Yet, these modern collars are much more advanced.  I’m blown away at the technology embedded in them.  I realize before even the Master does that when a slave wears one of these collars there is no way the slave could run or escape his enslavement.  This is real slavery these men are talking about.  It’s not like the fake slaves in porn.  

Suddenly, I feel my dick start pulsing continually at the idea of being a real slave with no way of escaping.  I look at the naked boy and his dick is pointing straight up!  He wants to be a slave.  I realize that some boys want to be controlled and I’m one of them!  I imagine wearing one of those collars and smile to myself at the thought.   What would it be like to be that controlled?

The “Master” orders his boy to carry the box of collars and more kinky gear gets put on top of the box.  The boy is struggling but never complains.  I admire his dedication to his Master.   I want to find a Master, like this man, that I could dedicate myself to.  

The Master pays for the collars and the kinky gear then leaves.  Shit, the boy just walked out the door naked!  Now that is dedication!  I want to be as brave as him!       

“Boy, come here!”

I’m startled and look at the shop owner.  Without any thought, I rush to the man’s side. 

“Kneel!”

I fall to my knees without thinking about it.  It just seems like the right thing to do. 

“Now, boy, did you hear anything about what the Master and I talked about?”

I look down in shame.  I should not have overheard them talking.  

With a red face, “Yes, Sir.  I am sorry Sir for eavesdropping.”

Now I’m almost crying!  Dad always said it’s rude to eavesdrop. Yet, I couldn’t help myself.  I had to know about those cool collars. 

My dad and mom both work for the Mayor and his husband.  Dad is the Mayor’s butler and my mom is their maid and cook.  I know Dad hears all kinds of info because Dad has taken me with him to his job many times.  He is really good at not letting others know he is eavesdropping.  I guess I’m not as good. 

The shop owner rubs my head, “It’s ok, boy. Just be more careful next time.  As a submissive boy, you will hear a lot of things that Alphas might say.  Just don’t repeat it.  It’s not your place to repeat what others say.  Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good, so you will not say anything about how those collars work, right?”

“Yes, Sir.  I will not say anything about the collars.  I’m good at keeping secrets, Sir.”

He rubs my head, “Good, boy.”

I get a warm feeling flooding into me when he says I'm a ‘Good boy’.  It’s like no other feeling I have ever had.  It’s amazing!  I will keep his secret so I’m a good boy. 

“Stand.”

I try to stand up but it's difficult with my hands cuffed behind me.  So, the man grabs an arm to help me up.  I wonder if he is looking for another boy to serve him. 

He disconnects the cuffs from each other but leaves them on my wrist.  I’m not sure what to do.  Should I remove them and give them back?  I don’t have the money to buy them.  My parents don't make much money.  Plus, I can’t buy anything without their credit card. My parents never have cash.

“Boy, you can keep the cuffs and collar.  Tell whoever claims you as his boy that they are a gift from me.  Your future Alpha is welcome here at any time.”

“Thank you so much, Sir.  I will do that.  But Sir, do you want me?”

He laughs, “No, boy.  I’m content with my pup and my slave Ralph.  My brother and father are the ones who want a harem of slaves.  Not me!”

I frown at that but then think!

“Would your brother want me?”

He laughs, “Maybe!  However, the way you are longing to be owned, he might not have a chance.”

Do I really look that desperate?  I guess so.  I wonder what his brother looks like.  I bet he is just as hot as him. 

“Now run along and I wish you luck on your search for an owner.  Just be a good boy for whoever claims you.” 

“Thank you, Sir.  I will be a good boy!”

I smile brightly at the man I wish would have claimed me then walk out the door of the shop. 

Just as I leave the shop, I see the Master that was just in the shop look over at me from between two cars.

“Boy, come here!”

I’m not expecting him to even acknowledge me since he completely ignored me in the shop.  Well, that is what I thought, maybe not!   As I start to walk toward the two cars, the Master says something to someone in one of the cars but I can’t hear what he is saying. 
  
The other person gets out of the car and I stop as he approaches me.  Shit, I recognize him.  He goes to my school.  He just transferred here last year and Mayor adopted him.  I saw him at the Mayor's Mansion a few times but avoided him for fear he might be like his brother.   The Mayor has another biological son, Brad, who is an asshole.  Yet, this son walking towards me was always friendly to me. I don't even think he remembers me since I’m just the son of the staff.   

As he walks toward me, I instinctively lick my lips.  Dam! He is shirtless and doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him!  I just want to lick his muscular chest.  Then I scan down his body and zero in on the huge bulge in his shorts.  

When we meet, he says in such a commanding voice, “What is your name, boy?”

I’m so nervous, “Simon, Sir.”

“Well, Simon, it looks like to me you’re here looking for something.  What do you want, boy?”

Still extremely nervous, “Sir… I want… to,” I rub the leather collar around my neck, “want to help you out, Sir.”

This Alpha teen smiles at me as I glance up at him. My knees are shaking, feeling like I might fall at any moment. 

“How are you going to help me, boy?”

“Sir, I want to help you. I want to please you…,” I whisper, “I want to suck you, Sir.”

I really do want to suck his cock. I lick my lips again as I look down at the massive bulge showing in his shorts.     

“I see, in that case, kneel.”

“Here?”

Did he just order me to kneel out in public?  I have never done anything this risky in my life!

“Yes, boy, KNEEL NOW!,” raising his voice. 

My legs are so weak that I just fall to my knees.  Now, I’m staring directly at the massive bulge.  I wonder what it looks like freed from its prison.  I so, want to free it! 

 “Good!”

Suddenly, I’m pulled into the bulge.  I feel his hard cock against my lips.  Fuck it smells musky, like after I jerk off.  OH SHIT, that smell!  It’s his cum!  Not thinking, I stick out my tongue to lick the wet spot on his shorts.  I so, want to taste his cum.  I imagine it tastes even better than my own. 
 
I’m grabbed by the hair, forcing me to look up into his eyes.  I'm shaking now!  I’m so scared.  It’s like he knows what I’m deep down!  There is no hiding it from him.  He is in control of me not just physically but deep within.  My dick is now harder than it has ever been in my life!  What does this mean?  Is this hot guy claiming me like the shop owner said would happen to me? 

“You're mine now, boy.  Now strip and let me see what I own.”

I whisper, “Yes, Sir.”

OH SHIT!  The shop owner is right!  Like I’m on automatic pilot, I remove my clothes.  He keeps a hold of my hair as I strip while we continue to stare into each other’s eyes.  Nothing else matters.  I don’t even realize I’m stripping in a public parking lot.

With his free hand, he slaps me lightly on my face and smiles at me.  It’s a smile of satisfaction!  It only makes me feel weaker! 

“Good boy.  Grab your clothes and come.”

I quickly grab my clothes and follow the man who has claimed me as his boy.  Or am I his slave like the other naked boy is to the older Master?  I wonder where the other boy went.  

When I get to the car, I glance up at the Master and he just smiles at me.  I then realize I’m naked in front of this man who controls a boy just like me.  My face gets hot as he looks me up and down like I am a slut he is about to take to bed.  So, I quickly pass him and stand next to my owner who is now sitting in the passager seat.  Fuck, did I just think of him as my owner!  That is what the shop owner said would happen to me. 

My owner points between his legs.  So, I kneel down on the floorboard of the car and look up at him. 

“Suck!”

OH SHIT!  He wants me to suck him.  I lick my lips, wanting to do this for so long.  Not wanting to waste time, I quickly open his pants and pull out his huge cock.  I knew it was big but I didn’t expect it to be this big.  I open my mouth and start licking the head.   My owner is talking to the Master but I ignore them and focus only on the huge cock in front of me.  I lick up and down the massive shaft, tasting some cum that my owner must have shoot not that long ago.  I wonder if the Master’s boy sucked my Owner off?   WOW! I’m acting just like the other slave would?  Will my owner share me with others as the Master did with his boy?

I try to put that thought out of my mind and focus on the delicious cock in front of me.  I feel the car start up and we start moving.  Yet, I don’t care, I just want to keep sucking this beautiful cock! 

My owner pulls me by my hair guiding me on how he wants me to suck. 

“Slave, watch the teeth!”

It’s hard to hold my mouth wide enough and not to scrape his cock with my teeth.  So, he pulls me completely off his cock and makes me look into his eyes again. 

“You’re new to cocksucking aren’t you, slave?”

“Yes, Sir.  I’m sorry if I'm doing it wrong!  It is my first time.”

“OK, I will give you a break this time.  Wrap your lips around your teeth like this.”

He shows me and I do the same.

“Good, boy!  Now, where do you live?”

I give him my address. 

“OK boy, get back to work like the slave I know you want to be!”

With my lips now protecting his cock, I dive back down onto it.  He keeps a hold of my hair as he pushes his cock into my throat.  He holds me there for a moment then slowly pulls me up and then back down.  Each time he pushes his cock deeper and deeper.  I feel like I might gag but when he sees that I might he just holds me from moving.  The gag reflex goes away and he starts again.  It is not lost on me that he is training me to suck his cock just the way he wants it done.  I need to remember all of this so I can do it again without his help. 

Slowly he lightens up his grip on my hair, letting me do the work.  I’m only happy to do it without his help!  I feel proud that I am learning to please him just the way he wants.  The car stops and starts, then I hear the driver gives a food order.  Fuck are we in a drive-thru?  

“Shit, man, is your friend getting head?”

“Hell, yeah he is.  He just claimed the boy and now the boy is serving my friend like a good slave boy should!”

“That is hot as hell.  I want a slave boy too!”

“Just look for a submissive boy and claim him as your own.  That’s what my friend did.”

“Thanks, man, I will do that.”

“Good luck!”

Then we drive off again.  I smell food now and hear my owner and his friend eating while I am busy working on my owner's tasty cock.  The food smells good but I want his cock more. 

I’m amazed at how casually my owner’s friend talked about owning me as a slave.   Now I imagine the guy at the fast food place taking one of his co-workers in the backroom and fucking the shit out of him then claiming him as his slave.  

It doesn’t take long until we stop again.  I continue to suck him while they finish eating their burgers and fries.  Then he pulls me off his cock. 

“We are here.  Get dressed only in your shorts.  That is all you need.  Carry your shoes.  Are your parents home?”

“No, Sir they are working.”

“Good, then once we get into your apartment, strip and kneel.  Put your hands behind you and keep your head down until I order you to look up.”

“Yes, Sir.”

My owner then gets out and I follow him.  

When we are in the elevator my Owner asks, “What floor?”

“Five, Sir”
 
He pushes the button for the fifth floor.  When the door opens, he walks into the hallway. 

“Apartment number?”

“509”

My owner heads down the hall to my apartment. I follow barefoot and shirtless, caring my shoes.  It is hot so I think that if someone sees me they will just think I am coming from the pool.  

“Key!”

I hand him my apartment key.  He opens the door and walks in like he owns the place.  OH SHIT! I remember I have to strip now!  My owner’s friend walks pass me just as I lower my shorts.  He slaps me on the ass as he passes.  This makes me jump but I continue to strip.  It didn't take long to remove my shorts and then kneel with my head bowed.  It’s hot out and I start to sweat.  Yet, I wonder if I’m sweating because of the heat or is it because I’m so nervous.  My parents couldn’t afford air conditioning so I’m only in shorts a lot.  

I hear them walking all around my apartment, opening doors and cupboards.  I wonder what they are doing?  I hear drawers opening and closing too. They must be going through everything because my knees are starting to hurt from waiting on the tile floor for so long.  Finally, the sounds of walking around stop. 

My owner yells, “COME, SLAVE!”

I smile hearing him refer to me as his slave.  

I get up and walk into the living room.  He and his friend are sitting in the living room with their hard cocks out, stroking themselves. 

My owner points between his legs.  So, I kneel in front of him. 

“Slave, I know who you are?”

I’m confused and wonder what he means.

He smiles down at me, “I know your parents work for my fathers.  Well, I see them more as servants than employees for my fathers.  You know your mother makes my bed every morning.  Your dad gets me anything I like, food, drinks, clothes, and even tickets to concerts.  They both do whatever I order them to do.  It’s like your parents are my slaves, don’t you agree?”

He must have seen pictures of my parents and figured out they work for him and his Dads.  So, I nod my head yes. 

“Tell me, slave.  What are your parents to me?”

Oh shit, he is right.  They are servants to him and his family.  I guess from his point of view he could see them as slaves.  It is just not how I thought of my parents all my life.

“I guess you if you think of them at way…”

“Slave, I do think of them that way and more so now that I own YOU!”

I gulp at the implications.  Is he going to make my parents work even harder because he claimed me as his slave?  What is he planning for my parents?

“Slave, do you know my fathers are paying for this apartment?  Before my fathers adopted me I did some hacking of their online accounts.  I wanted to know how rich my future fathers were.  So, in the process of hacking their accounts, I found out that all my fathers servants’ homes are paid for by them.  Even food that the servants buy is on my father's credit cards.  So, in a sense, my fathers own your parents.  I have never seen a paycheck sent to your parents.  I bet they work for room and board.  I noticed that all servants have spending limits on the credit card they are given.  Your parents don’t even own a car.  In recent years they have been using Uber or one of my father's drivers picks them up to take them to the mansion.  Everything you thought you own was paid for by my fathers!  So, I guess it's fitting that I own you, isn’t it?”

Shit! I have never seen my parents use cash.  They always use one credit card. He is right, they don’t own a car. Which is why I walk everywhere. I don't even have a bike. Now, I know that the credit card is really my Owner's parents' card.  They have no money of their own.  We are completely dependent on my Owner's parents to even survive!   

I look at my Owner with shocked realization. 

“Yes, slave.  You take after them.  In every sense of the word, they are really my father’s slaves. The only difference between you and them is that I get to fuck you!   Maybe in time, I will get to fuck them too?”

My owner laughs, “NOW, SUCK!”

As I start licking the head and work my way down the shaft, I think about what my Owner said.  OH SHIT! My parents are basically owned by the Mayor.  My parents always took me clothes shopping at local resale shops.  Never had new clothes. Some of my classmates even tease me that I wear their old clothes.  They would never give me money.  So, I never really went out much.  Anytime, I went out to a movie my parents had to come with me to pay for it.   So, whenever any of my classmates asked me to go with them to the mall, the movies, or something that cost money,  I had to decline it.  Eventually, no one invited me anywhere.  Therefore, I spend all my time in my room looking at porn.  I became addicted to it which led me to more and more extreme porn sites.  I start beating off to guys getting tied up, whipped, and fucked.  Many of them involved sex slaves.   

Thinking about my parents being servants, I remember helping them work at the mansion many times.  They did many things a servant does.  While helping my parents is how I found out that the Mayor’s biological son is a psychopath.  I was making his bed when all of a sudden he grabbed me from behind in a chokehold.  He said a lot of scary shit before I passed out.  I woke up with him gone.  It freaked me out so much that I avoided his room and him whenever I was at the mansion.   I couldn’t tell on him because I was afraid it would get my parents in trouble.  He would just lie to his father and it would be my word against his.  I figured the Mayor would side with his son every time.   

I’m brought out of my memories when I see, in the corner of my eye, my Owner’s friend has my laptop.  It is pointed towards my Owner so both men can see it.  My Owner must have hacked it when they were going through my stuff!  

His friend says, “George, look at all this!  This little fuck is kinky!  Look at all this bondage porn.  There is a lot of slavery shit too.  You got a live one here!”
    
I hear them talk as his cock is deep in my throat.  They know how fucked up my mind is.  Now, I’m figuring out why I want to be a slave so badly.  Is it because of my parents, they must be submissive too.  Why else would they give up their freedom of having their own money to spend as they choose to?  I remember in history class there were different types of slaves.  Some were called indentured servants.   Indentured servants gave up their freedom temporarily in hopes of a new life in a new land.  Is that what my parents are, indentured servants?  What other secrets are they hiding from me?

My Owner pulls me off his cock, “Slave, it is time to claim your other hole!”

He then picks me up over his shoulders and carries me into my room.  His friend follows us and closes the door.  I’m thrown on the bed face down.  

"Joe, tie his cuffed wrists to the headboard.  He like bondage so much then he should experience it as I fuck him."

I watch Joe grab my wrist and tie the cuffs to the headboard.  As soon as my hands are tied up, causing my dick to pulses again.  A wet spot forms under me. Shit, I'm pre-cumming all over my bed. 

I turn my head to see my owner remove his shorts.  Fuck, he looks even better naked!   His friend does the same.  Both are hot men yet my attention is on my Owner.  I watch as he grabs lube from my nightstand and walks over to my bed, putting his cock in my face.  

“Tell me, slave.  Do you want my cock in your asshole?”

I lick my lips and nod. 

“No, slave.  Tell me what you want!”

“Please, Sir, Fuck me!”

“Call me Master.”

I say it a little louder, “Please Master, Fuck me!”

“Louder, slave.”

I yell out, “PLEASE MASTER, FUCK ME!”

“As you wish, slave!”

Master climbs on top of me, bends over, and whispers in my ear. 

“Push out as I enter you. Like you are taking a shit!”

I whisper in fear, “Yes, Master.”

Master lubes up my hole.  I gasp in surprise.  It is the strangest sensation I have ever felt.  Yet, I kind of like it.  Then all of a sudden, he hits a spot and a spark runs up my hard dick.  

I moan, “What was that?”

“That, my slave, is your prostate or in other words your male g-spot.” 

He starts adding more fingers and I start moaning even more.  Holly shit, that feels good.  Why was I so afraid of putting something in my hole?  Master works more fingers in until is hand is almost all the way in me. It’s uncomfortable yet my dick continues to leak precum and pulse.  

Finally, after getting all five fingers inside me, he pulls them out.  I look back as he lines up his cock to my hole.  With one hand holding his cock and his other hand grabbing my hair, he starts pushing into my hole. I gasp again when he finally pops in.  OH SHIT!  It hurts so much!  Now, I remember why I was so afraid.  Yet, I remember what Master said, push out.  So, I do and the pain is a little less.  Slowly, he starts moving in and out.  Each stroke pushes deeper.  It hurts at first but over time the pain starts to change.  It starts to feel like his fingers but better!  I start to moan again instead of crying in pain. 

“That it slave, your hole is now getting used to me.  Just relax and give in to what you want.  You want me, don’t you?”

I moan, “Yes, Master.  I want you!”

“That is right, slave.  You want me to own you, don’t you?”

Moaning even louder, “Yes, Master. I want you to own me, please Master!”

“I have taken your virginity and claimed you as my property.  I own you completely now!”

“Yes, Master.  You claimed me!”

“I will collar you and you will be mine forever!   Everyone will know you are owned by me!”

“Yes, Master, everyone will know you own me, Master.” 

I’m high from the fucking and I will say anything my Master wants. 

“My Dad owns your parents and I own you.  That means my family owns your family.”

“Yes, Master, your family owns us!”

“That means I own your parents, right slave?”

“Yes, Master, you own my parents.”

“That is right, you and your parents are my family's property!”

“We are your property, Master.”

“What am I doing to my property?

“Fucking me, Master”

“Fucking my property, slave.”

“Yes, you’re fucking your property.”

“Your parents are my property, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“So, as my property, I can fuck them, right slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, slave. You will help me fuck my property won’t you, my slave?”

“Yes, Master, I will help you fuck your property.”

“You will help me fuck your parents since they are my property after all.”

“Yes, Master, I will help you fuck my parents.”

All I want is my Master’s cock deeper inside me.  I will do anything to keep him fucking me forever! 

Master then answers my wish and fucks me as hard as he can for an hour and a half.   He even unties me and carries me all over my apartment fucking me in every room, even my parent’s bed.  Now, every time I enter any room of my apartment, I will remember Master’s hard cock in my hole.  

OH FUCK! I LOVE HIS COCK!

What none of us knew is my parent’s Master, the Mayor, hid cameras in my parent’s bedroom.  So, the Mayor will see me get fucked by his adopted son.  I even call his son Master over and over again.  The Mayor will know I’m a slave to his son!

We end up back in my room with the door closed.  I’m on the bed exhausted when Master’s friend asks if he can fuck me too. 

“Yeah, go ahead.  He is mine now.  So, my friends can have sloppy seconds.  Remember, I always fuck him first.”

I’m so exhausted that I can’t say a word.  Yet, I wouldn’t object anyway.  Master does own me.  So, who am I to object if he wants to loan me to his friend?  

While his friend is fucking me, we hear someone enter the apartment.  All three of us, look at the door.  It’s not locked.  

“Simon, are you home?”

It’s my dad. 

I yell out, “Yes, Dad I’m in my room.”

“I’m going to take a shower.  Don’t run any water.”

I yell back, “OK, Dad.”

A few minutes later, we hear the shower running.  Master’s friend continues to fuck me but harder now.  Two minutes later he shoots in my hole.

I’m completely exhausted now.  However, Master orders me to get dressed in shorts only.  Fuck cum is leaking out of my ass.  Plus, I can’t use the toilet.  

Master gets up from looking at my laptop and then gets dressed too.  He is only in shorts as well.  His friend does the same thing.  What I didn’t know is Master put Spyware on my laptop.  He will be able to watch me anytime since I never shut down my laptop. 

We must all be sweaty from all the fucking!   Master walks out of my room and sets in the recliner that my dad usually sits in.  Not wanting to get cum on the furniture I sit on the floor next to Master.

“Rub my feet, slave.”

I grab his feet and start rubbing.  I can smell the sweat from them.  This causes my dick to get hard again.  I’m not sure if it is from the sweat or rubbing his feet. I already came three times while Master was fucking me.  So, I can't believe I'm getting hard again! 

Master’s friend is sitting on the couch watching me serve my Master, smiling down at me. 

Dad walks out of the shower just in a towel. 

He looks surprised to see us, “OH, Simon, you have friends over.”

Then he recognizes who Master is.  

“OH, Sorry, Master George, I did not recognize you at first.”

Then nervously he adds, “Ah, are you now friends with my son.”  

I had to laugh when Dad called my Owner, ‘Master’.  If he only knew.  Dad calls the Mayor and his family 'Master' as a title, the way old time butlers would do.  I always thought it was just an old school protocol for butlers.  Now that Master explained about my parent’s finances, I wonder if it is more. 

“Master George, Sir, let me put on something more appropriate.”

Dad then rushes into his room.  I just remember we made a mess of my parent’s bed.  I wonder if Dad is going to realize what happened.  I suddenly get really nervous.  

“Relax, boy.  Your Dad will be fine.  Let me handle him.”

I whisper, “Yes, Master.”

Dad returns in a full butler uniform.   I think that is strange.  He is off work. Why is he dressed for work again?  

“Master George, thank you for befriending my son.”

Dad is now in full butler mode.  What the hell!  

“Yes, we have gotten very close.”

“I had no idea you had an interest in my son.  Can I get you or your friend something to drink or a snack perhaps?

“Yes, boy. Get me a beer?”

“Master George, I’m not sure your fathers would approve.”

“My fathers are not here are they?”

“No, Master George.”

“Then do as I order,” saying it with a touch of annoyance. 

“As you wish, Master George.  What would your friend like to drink?”

“He will have the same.”

“Very Good, Master.”

Dad runs to the kitchen.  I did notice this time he said Master without the first name at the end.  Was that a mistake or something more?

Dad brings a tray in with two beers on it.  He serves Master first and then his friend.  I’m surprised that Dad completely ignores me.  What is up with that?

Master then orders, “Make me and my friend a sandwich.  You know what I like.”

“Yes, Master.  Turkey on rye with pickle and mustard.  What would your friend like?”

Joe says, “Roast beef on wheat.”

I know both we have since mom brings home food from the mansion that the Mayor claims is to old but we know it isn't.  Rich people are so wasteful.  I grew up with very little but food is something we never went without.  Mon would bring home food that the Mayor’s family did not eat and would have thrown away anyway.  Yet, now that I think about it still made us dependent on the Mayor.  The only reason I got the laptop was that our school required it.  I had to beg for it. Only when I had a letter from the school did a used laptop show up in my room.  I wonder if it was a hand me down from the Mayor?   

Dad comes back with the sandwiches and presents them to Master and his friend just the way he would do at work.  He kneels down on one leg and presents the tray of sandwiches. 

Master then bends down and whispers in my ear, “Lick my feet, boy,” then grabs his sandwich from the tray. 

Now, I’m scared.  What will my Dad do when he sees me licking Master's feet?  Massaging feet is one thing but licking them crosses the line into kink.  I bend down and take Master’s big toe into my mouth.  I glance up, seeing Dad move to Joe still kneeling on one knee. He ignores me the whole time.  Then he stands, only looking straight ahead with his hands behind his back. 

So, I decide to ignore him too.  I start licking each toe one at a time. Going from one to the other, licking and massaging at the same time.  

Joe speaks up between mouths full of food, “My feet are killing me too.”

To my surprise, Master orders, “Boy, don’t just stand there, give my friend a foot massage.  I know you’re good at massages,” I look up to see Master smirking.  

How does Master know that Dad can give good massages?  In the corner of my eye, I see Dad kneeling in front of Joe.  Holly Shit!  Dad is really massaging his feet. 

“Yeah, do a good job or I might tell my fathers you have been a bad boy.  You know what happens if you’re a bad, boy.” 

“Yes, Master.  I will do my best to work your friend’s feet as if it is The Masters' or your feet.”

“You better, boy!”

Master then relaxes while I serve his feet.  I even hear him moan. So, I assume he is enjoying my feet worship.  

“Joe, how is the boy doing?”

“George, this is fantastic.  Thanks!  But I want the same treatment you’re getting.”

“Boy, you heard the man!”

“Yes, Master.  As you wish, Master.”

Then I hear sucking sounds and assume my Dad is sucking the toes of Joe’s feet.”

Master bends over and whispers in my ear, “Your Dad makes a perfect slave, doesn’t he?”

I whisper back, “Yes, Master, he does.”

“Did you know that your Dad and mother have been giving me and my Dads feet massages for the last year?  Every day after I get home from school I smoke a cigar with my Dads.  Your parents work our feet as good slaves should.”

DAM! Mom and Dad are like slaves to Master’s family.  

 
“Boy, do you have any porn to put on the TV.   You know what I like.”

“Yes, Master.”

Dad runs off to his room.  I wonder how Dad knows what Master likes in porn. 

Master bends over again, “Your Dad brings me my breakfast every morning, while I jerk off to my favorite porn.”

Dad comes back in with a DVD and puts it in the player.  We have lots of used DVDs because Mom says we cannot afford online services.   I just didn’t think my Dad would have porn. You don’t think of your parents watching porn. 

I look at the TV.  It is showing a male and female couple on their honeymoon with a third guy.  The third guy is fucking the wife in her wedding dress while the husband is tied up in a chair watching.  Holly Shit!  I would have never thought my Dad would have something so twisted. I have seen some porn about Curkolding.  I wonder if my parents are into that?  

“That is what I like.  Now get back to work on my friend’s feet.”

“Yes, Master.”

Once again I hear sucking sounds.  Master slaps me across the face hard causing me to rub it. 

“Boy, get back to work.”

I whisper, “Yes, Master.”

I’m shocked that he hit me!  I know, I shouldn’t have gotten distracted by my Dad.  So, after the painful slap, I quickly go back to licking and massaging Master’s feet. I glance over at my Dad and he doesn’t even look at me.  I’m still ignored even after being hit. 

I then look up at Master and see he has his cock out and stroking It. I can’t believe he is jerking off in front of my Dad.   Then I hear more jerking and glance over to see Joe is doing the same thing.     
  
I hear the women moaning on the screen.  Then I think is Master BI?  The couple in the movie acts like slaves to the dominant third man.   Does he really want to make my parents his slaves like he said when he was fucking me?   Is that why he likes this type of porn?

“Joe, this is so hot.  I want to do something like this to some straight couple.  It would be so hot to make a straight couple my slaves.  Wouldn’t you agree, boys?”

Dad and I both say, “Yes, Master,” at the same time. 

It’s the first time my Dad hears me say Master loud enough for him to hear.  Yet, Dad still ignores me.  

Master bends over, “Boy, work your way up my leg.”

I do as Master orders.  As I work up Master’s thigh, I want so much to suck his hard cock again!   

Master bends over again, “Lick my balls, boy.”

My face gets hot as I move up and stick out my tongue.  I hear Joe whisper something to my Dad, Then I hear different licking sounds.  Is Dad licking Joe’s balls too?

Master then grabs me by the hair and points his cock to my mouth.  Out of instinct, I open up for him.  He shoves his cock into my mouth and down my throat.  I can’t believe I’m sucking my Master in front of my Dad.  I hear more distinct sucking sounds coming from Joe’s direction.  WOW!  Dad must be sucking Joe’s cock too. 

Dad and I suck their cocks for a few hours.  They seem to want us to keep them on the edge of cumming.  Dad had to stop a few times to put in some more porn or get them more beers.  Each movie seems to get more kinky and extreme.   I hear whipping sounds and screams fom male and female slaves.  I never even knew my Dad is kinky. 

Then with Master’s cock buried in my throat, the door to our apartment opens and my mom walks in.  I so want to get up off my Master’s cock and run to my room but Master holds my head down.  

“Girl, it is about time you got home.  Make me and my friend hear some dinner.”

All I hear is, “Yes, Master George.”

Then I hear pots being pulled out so she can cook my Master and Joe their dinner. She doesn’t even seem shocked at seeing her son and husband sucking cock of her boss's son and his friend.  Now, I think there is more going on with my parents than I know. 

Master bends over, “Your mother didn’t seem that shocked.  I wonder what is up with your parents?  Are they secretly sex slaves?”

Is Master right?   Could my parents be sex slaves?  Are they more than domestic servants to Master's parents? 

Master turns up the volume on the TV.  Mom must be able to hear it in the kitchen. Dad and I continue to keep Master and Joe on the edge of cumming.  Whenever Master is close, he holds me down on his cock. 

Finally, about an hour and a half, Mom comes out from the kitchen. 

"Master George, dinner is almost done.  I have informed your father, The Masters, that you will be dining with us tonight.  What would you like to drink with your meal?  Sorry in advance, we don't have wine that usually accompanies your meal with The Masters."

"Girl, more beer will be fine. I don't really care for the wine my fathers have with their meals."

"As you wish, Master. Would you like to eat at the table or where you are now?" 

"At the table will be fine."

"Yes, Master."

Again, Mom is calling him Master without his first name. I wonder what that means? 

Mom returns to the kitchen while Master pulls me off his cock. 

"Boy, loose the shorts." 

I strip off my shorts and kneel naked in front my Master. He then grabs me by the hair and pulls me to our small dining room table. I’m pushed to the floor. 

"Boy, crawl under the table."

I do and then he sits down. Joe does the same thing to my Dad.  I glance over at Dad and see he is naked like me.   

"Boys, get back to work."

Dad and I return to sucking their cocks.  I hear Mom come out from the kitchen, placing the food on the table in front of my Master and Joe.  It smells like a roast that she was going to make for my birthday dinner today.  I was looking forward to her wonderful cooking.  I guess, I will have to settle for leftovers once again.  We usually eat leftovers from the mansion because Mom says we can't afford to cook every meal.  Mom always says we are lucky that the Masters allows her to bring home the leftovers. However, when she does cook, it's wonderful.  

I hear a slap and then glance over my Master's legs to see my mom walking away rubbing her ass.  Did my Master just slap her on the ass?  In any normal situation, it would be called sexual harassment.  Yet, this situation is far from normal behavior.  I mean my Dad is sucking a cock of the friend of his employer’s son.  He does it without complaining. 

After Mom, serves the meal, she just stands off to the side and doesn't say a word.  Master eats the meal intended for my special day.  Throughout the night Mom serves different courses as if she was working at the mansion.  Master and Joe slap her ass as she serves them.  Shit! She is acting like a real slave.  For that matter, so is Dad.  

Master grabs her by the waist then asks the question on everyone's mind, "Girl, why are you doing this for my friend and me when you're off work?" 

I look up to see my mom looking down at me with a frown on her face.  I must look pathetic with Master's cock deep in my throat. 

She then looks at Master in the eyes with determination, "Master, my husband and I are never off work. We are in service to The Masters 24/7.  Which means we serve you as well 24/7."

Holding her tightly, "Why is that?" 

"Ah Master, because that is what is required of us."

"And, you don't mind me holding you like this?" 

"No, Master.  If that is what you want then I have to comply."

Master laughs, "You have to comply!  Interesting! And you don't mind your husband and son serving me and my friend?" 

"No, Master. If it is what you want then they are required to serve you and your friend however you wish, Master."

"So, if I did this you wouldn't mind?" 

I look up to see Master pushing up her skirt.  I can clearly see she is not wearing any panties. I watch as Master pushes his finger into her pussy.  If I didn't have a cock in my mouth, it would be open in shock. 

She moans out, 

“No, Master. Of course not. It's what you want. I have no say in what a Master wants."

"Because my fathers own you and your husband. You're their slaves, right?"

She continues to stare into my Master's eyes, "Yes, Master. It's true. Your fathers are more than just ‘The Masters of the House’. They are our owners.  We are their domestic and sex slaves."

Master laughs, "You kept this from your son.  How long have my fathers owned you two?" 

"Shortly after Simon was born."

"Why did you give up your freedom to live a life of servitude to my Fathers?" 

"We met your fathers in college.  We played sexually with them before Simon was born.  However, when he was born we couldn't afford college and had to drop out.  We couldn’t afford a kid but we wanted to keep him.  Your fathers were dating at the time and are BI kinky men.  We had lots of fun with your fathers before Simon was born.  So, when we could no longer afford college or even raise Simon, your fathers gave us a proposal.  They proposed that my husband and I be their slaves and they would provide for us including Simon.  So, we felt it was the only choice we had.  Plus, we loved submitting to your Fathers."

She looks down at me. 

"Simon, I'm sorry we didn't tell you. Our Masters didn't want you to know until you were old enough. Now that you are, they were going to give you the same proposal we were given.  Today you turned 16, so our Masters were going reveal all of this to you this weekend."

She looks at my Master again, "I guess, Master, you claim him before our Masters could."

"That is correct, slave girl. Your son submitted to me today.  He is my slave just as you are to my fathers."

"I understand Master. I will inform our Masters of my son's new status with your family. We are yours, Master."

I can't believe what I just heard. My parents are really slaves.  I guess it all makes sense after Mom explained it.  It was my fault they became owned slaves of the Mayor and his husband.  Now, I'm also owned by this family.  My parent's Masters were going to offer enslavement to me as well!  I have to laugh.  If my Master didn't claim me in that parking lot, I would have accepted their offer.  I was going to be owned by this family one way or another. 

"So, since my fathers own you and your husband, do I have the right to use you too?" 

"Yes, Master.  Of course. My Masters were going to explain this all to you at the same time as they were going to reveal it to my son. Since your father owns me and my husband, you have full use to us including sexually.  In fact, you and your brother will inherit us when your fathers pass."

I tense up at hearing this.  My parents could end up slaves to the insane brother Brad.  He could end up really hurting or even killing my parents.  He now might have more access to me as well.  I need to warn Master about his brother before it’s too late. 

"Good Girl, then in that case strip. I want to see what my family owns.”

In the corner of my eye, I see for the first time my mom naked.  I look up at my Master and see him smirking at her.  Fuck, he likes what he sees.  She is beautiful.  If I wasn’t gay, I would find her sexy.  OH GOD! Now I’m thinking about how sexy my mom is for my Master. 
   
Master then pulls me off his cock and guides me to his balls instead. 

“Slave, ride me.”

I look up to see my Mom straddle my Master’s waist.  Never in a million years would I have imagined this happening.  I’m forced to watch my Mom’s pussy coming closer and closer to me.  OH GOD!  I can’t believe this is happening. I should just close my eyes but I can’t.  I stare up as my Mom’s pussy opens up for my Master’s massive cock.  She opens so wide.  How can she take such a monster with no preparation?  
   
Then I think that the Mayor and his husband most likely fuck her many times.  I wonder if they have huge cocks too.  OH SHIT will Master allow his fathers to fuck me.  They are letting my mom and dad get used by him, it only makes sense he would allow me to be used by his fathers.  

“George, do you mind if I fuck the father?”

I did not think about my father would be fucked too.

“Sure, why not.  It would be hot to see the mother and father getting fuck at the same time.  Slave, ride my friend's cock like your beautiful wife is doing!”

I hear Joe’s chair move back and my Dad getting out from under the table.  In the corner of my eye, I see my Dad straddle Joe’s waists.  Dad is a hot man. His muscular legs are on either side of Joe’s waist.  OH FUCK! I just thought of my Dad as hot!  Once again, I watch another cock disappear into one of my parent’s holes.   

I hear kissing above me and know my parents are making out with the Alphas.  I continue to lick Master’s balls as I watch my mom get fucked.  Slowly, juice from both my Master and my mom starts to leak down Master’s cock and onto his balls.  I have no choice but taste my mom’s pussy juices.  At least, it’s mixed with my Master’s precum which helps.  Still, I didn’t think submitting to Master would cause me to taste my mom’s pussy juices.  This is not what I thought being owned would be like.  

Master did say he was going to enslave my parents and I told him I would help.  In a way, he did via his fathers.  Plus, my parents became slaves because they couldn’t afford to raise me on their own.  I did help my Master enslave my parents.  It just started when we both were babies. 

My parents ride the Alphas for about 30 minutes then Master had other ideas.  

“Slave, get up I want to fuck your son again. Switch places.”

Mom gets off Master and I crawl out from under the table. I straddle him while my mom takes my place licking his balls.  

“Slave Girl, aim my cock at your son’s hole.“

I look down at my naked mom grabbing my Master’s cock.  As I lower myself, Master grabs my face and kisses me with passion.   Our tongues dance around each other’s while my hole opens wide.  I moan, loving how full my hole feels.  I slowly ride up and down on the monster inside me.   I reach around my Master’s back and hold tight as I start fucking myself faster and faster.  This only makes me want him more.  Our kissing intensifies.  Soon, Master grabs my ass cheeks and takes control.   He also takes command of my mouth forcing his tongue to dominate mine. 

I hear my dad moaning just as loudly as myself.  

Master then lifts me off him and says, “I want to fuck the father.  Joe, you take the mother.  Let's fuck them together.”

Master grabs my Mom by the hair and bends her over the table pushing the food to the floor.  Joe does the same to my Dad. 

“Slave, guide my cock to your father’s hole.”

“Yes, Master.”

I grab Master’s cock and aim it so it is touching my Dad’s asshole.  Master slams his cock deep into my Dad with one goal in mind, fuck my Dad hard.  That is exactly what he does.  Once again, I hear my Dad moaning.  Then I hear my Mom moaning next to him.   

I kneel next to my Master, thinking, my whole family loves the feeling of a huge cock inside our holes.  We are all cock whores!   We are slaves to cock and now we all know it.  There are no more secrets between us, so I thought.  

In some way, I feel relief knowing why I’m so submissive and why I grew up so different than other kids.  My parents controlled everything I did and who I could do things with.  Mom and Dad even trained me to do the job they do at the mansion.   She taught me how to make beds, clean their rooms, cook and serve the Masters' food.

My dad trained me how to respect his Masters.  How to not repeat what they say and keep their secrets.  I even help him pick out clothes for his Masters or make drinks they liked.   I know all the cocktails and wine they like.  I even know which wine is paired with which food.  

Were they training me to be a slave like themselves?   Mom did say that her Masters were going to offer the same proposal they were given.   I would have been a slave to two older men.   Now, I’m thankful that their adopted son claimed me before they did.  

Master and Joe fucks my parents as I kneel, looking up at the powerful hips moving into and out of my Dad’s hole.   I stare in awe at the power this Alpha has over me and my family!  He has taken control of my family and for some fucked up reason I admire him for it.  I lick my lips and watch him sweat as he fucks hard.  His body is perfect.  It is made to fuck slaves like us.  I know this is my place at his feet.  I want to lick the sweat, to have a chance to taste the power he expelling.   The sweat is a sign of the power he has over me and my family.   I remember an image from the porn I watched. It was an image of a guy licking the asshole of another guy.  I imagine the sweat forming between my Master’s ass cheeks.  This drives me to move behind Master.  I lick my lips, looking at the perfect ass.  Yes, lots of sweat is forming between those cheeks.  I so want to taste that power.   I lean forward, sticking out my tongue.  I get my first taste of the power and want more.    I lick more, pushing my face further into my Master's cheeks.  It tastes so good.  As I lick, I want it more and more.  I bury my face into his hole like I’m starving.   I hear Master moan louder as I try to push my tongue deep into his hole.  I struggle to get his hole to open.  It finally does and I get my first taste of ass juices.  Mixed with the sweat, it tastes delicious.   I would have never thought an asshole would taste good but it does!   

Master grabs the back of my head and pushes my face deeper into his hole.   I know this is where I belong, serving my Master and I love it! 

For the rest of the night, Master fucks my family many times switching between my Dad, Mom, and myself.  We all fall asleep naked in my parent's bed.  I wake up with Master’s morning woody in my hole.  I open my eyes to see my Dad facing me with Joe’s cock in his hole.   I smell breakfast and assume my mom is cooking. It smells so good.  

To my surprise, Dad is staring into my eyes.   Our Alphas are still asleep.  

Dad whispers, “Son, I’m sorry for getting you into this.  Your mother and I really had no choice.  Family services threaten to take you away if we didn’t get a job and a stable home.  We were kicked out of the dorms due to having a baby and family housing was too expensive.   We tried to live in our car and go to school but that doesn't work with a newborn baby.  Being homeless we were desperate.  We didn’t want you to go into the system.  So, we went to the men who we  knew had the resources to help, our current Masters.  They agreed to support us and you if we came to work for them as slaves. We had no other option.  As you know both of your grandparents passed away before you were born. So, we had no choice but to accept their offer.  Our Masters control everything in our lives.  This apartment and the credit card we use to live on are our Masters. Anything we buy has to be approved by our Masters.  Over the years they have trained us to do anything they wanted.  Simon, you got to understand we can’t disobey them.  It's just the way we are, Simon.  I think you understand, son, don’t you?”

Tears are now running down my face, “Dad, it's all my fault.  It’s because of me that you gave up your freedom.  I'm so sorry Dad that you gave up everything for me!”

“Son, don’t blame yourself.  Your mother and I are very happy!  We wanted to be slaves to our Masters even before you were born. Your mother and I talked about how much we enjoyed serving our Dominants, now our Masters.  Your birth just pushed it along quicker than we expected.  We just hope you’re happy being a slave too.  You freely submitted to your Master, correct?  He did not force you to submit?”

I wipe the tears away. 

“No, Dad, Master did not force me to submit to him.  In fact, I went to the kinky leather shop looking for someone to dominate me.  The shop owner even saw I'm submissive.  He put the collar and cuffs on me and it felt right especially when he explained what they mean.  He said they are a gift to my future owner and invited my future owner to come by for a visit.”

“A gift, I will have to thank the shop owner.”

I look at Dad with surprise on my face when I heard Master’s voice. When did Master wake up? Did Master hear everything Dad and I said?

“Boy, I’m pleased to hear you gave yourself freely to me.  Slave Dad, your son speaks the truth.  I did not force your son to submit to me.  Just like my fathers did not force your wife and you to submit to them.  My family owns both of you and you know this deep down that it is true.  Tonight after my practices, I will create a ‘Slavery Contract’ and your son will sign it.  You and your wife will watch him sign it with my father’s present.  Is that clear, slaves?”

Dad and I both whisper, “Yes, Master.” 

“Good.  Now I need to fuck, my cock hurts from this morning woody.”

Master holds me tight and starts fucking hard.  I look into my Dad’s eyes as I moan.  I see Dad start to moan too and figure Joe must be fucking him as well.   To my surprise, Dad kisses me.   In the heat of this hard fuck, it just seems right to kiss my Dad back.   I love him so much!   He taught me how to be the slave I’m meant to be. 

Master fucks me for 30 minutes before releasing another load into my hole. When he finally pulls out of me, my hole stays open. It feels strange without his cock inside me. 

He climbs out of bed and grabs my collar in the process.   I’m pulled pass the kitchen into the bathroom.  As I pass the kitchen, I get a glimpse of my naked mother cooking breakfast.   In the bathroom, Master removes the leather collar and cuffs then grabs my wrist.  He pulls me into the shower, turning on the water to the temperature he likes. 

“Boy, clean me.”

“Yes, Master.”

I grab a bar of soap and then fall to my knees. I stare down at his beautiful feet. The feet I worship last night.  I want to touch them again so I start cleaning them first.

I have seen porn with subs cleaning their Alphas.  I always imagined I was the sub cleaning those Alphas.  It’s one of the hottest scenes I watched. 

Now that it is happening in real life and not in my imagination, it’s so much hotter!   I look up at this powerful man who took control of me just yesterday!  He just ordered me to follow him and I did without any thought of what it truly meant.  He has some unseen magnetic power that makes me want to do what he commands. Now, I’m washing his strong muscular body that I’m falling in love with.  I want to worship him like he is a GOD!  I look at him with his eyes closed and arms up, rubbing his face and I see perfection.   There is no one else I would want to serve.   He is the one I have been waiting for all my life! 

I slowly work my way up his body, washing and admiring his strong muscles.  My weak skinny body can never compare to his perfection.  I’m lucky he claimed me before his fathers did.  I’m so glad I went to the kinky shop yesterday.  

After cleaning and then drying him, I kneel at his feet and look up at him. 

"Master, can I tell you something about your brother Brad?"

He looks down at me now with interest. 

"What about Brad," his voice has a touch of anger to it. 

"Master, Brad scares me. He…" 

"What did the asshole do this time?" 

Flashes of what happened play back in my mind.

"Master, Brad choked me until I passed out. I thought I was going to die. I woke up on the floor of his room. I came to his room to change the sheets. He grabbed me from behind and put me in a chokehold. Before I passed out he said that he wanted to choke me to death. I woke up on the floor and he was gone.  Master I'm really scared of him."

His voice is even angrier now! 

"Slave, thank you for telling me. You're my property and I protect what I own. He will not get near you. Stay by my side at all times when you're at the mansion or at school. Don't leave this apartment without my approval.”

"Yes Master, Thank you so much! I'm glad I'm your slave, Master." 

"Good, I'm glad you submitted to me and not my fathers. Brad would have owned you if you would have submitted to my father so instead of me." 

"Now, clean up."

He turns the water to cold. 

“Slave, since my fathers are paying for the hot water, I think you shouldn’t be wasting it.”

I shiver under the cold water so I quickly clean myself.   Master goes through the drawers and finds what he is looking for.  He throws me a tube with a squeezable bulb on the end.  

“Use this to clean out your hole after taking a dump.  Fill up your hole and release it into the toilet.”

"Yes, Master." 

Just as Master leaves he grabs my collar and cuffs.  Joe comes into the bathroom at the same time Master is leaving.  Joe is pulling my father along with him.  

Master says to my father, “Show your son how to use an enema tube.  I’m sure you know how to use it don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.  I will show my son how to clean his hole.”

“Good, slave.”

Master then walks away.   Joe tests the water and orders me to adjust it to hot again.  I’m not sure how hot he likes it so I guess.  After I change the temperature, he tests it again and tells me hotter. I increase the temperature until he's satisfied.  Joe steps into the shower with me and my Dad follows behind him. 

“Slaves, wash me.”

So, Dad and I both wash him.  I’m working on his backside while Dad works on his front side.  Joe has a great muscular body as well.  Yet, I don’t get the same stirring to worship him as I do my Master.  Joe’s body is just as strong and perfectly sculptured yet it still is not my Master.  Maybe I want to worship Master because he claimed me as his own. His confidence that I would obey him yesterday in the parking lot made a deep connection that I can't explain.  I don’t have that same connection with Joe.  Yes, I want to obey him.  Yet, I don’t want to worship him.  I now know I have a special bond with my Master that I will never have with another Alpha.  I don’t know if it is what people call love or something else, something even stronger then love!   Maybe it is the love that people have for a GOD!   Yet, my GOD is real and not some imaginary figure your cannot touch.   Yesterday, when Master asked if I would help him enslave my parent I knew I would if he demanded me to.  I didn’t have to, since his fathers already did. Yet, I would have if he ordered me to.   That is how strong my connection is with my Master.  Now I understand why my parents submitted to their Masters.   They had a connection with their Master that they couldn’t break even after I was born.   If they didn’t submit to their Masters they would have regretted it all their lives. 

After we finish cleaning Joe, he has us both kneel in front of him in the shower. 

"Suck my cock, slaves."

So, we lick each side of his 9-inch cock. As we lick our tongues touch some.  Yet, after kissing my Dad earlier in bed, I don't mind. In fact, I am happy to share this beautiful cock with my Dad.  Joe loves the attention of two slaves working on him.  Dad and I would switch off at times, me sucking Joe’s cock and Dad working on his balls or vise-versa.   

Finally, Joe shot his load all over our faces and down our chests. 

“Bitches, wear my cum with pride.  Don’t wash it off.”

Joe walks out of the shower stall.  Dad quickly grabs a towel to dry the Alpha.  I helped by grabbing the other end of the towel to dry the opposite side of the Alpha.   When he shot his load on my face, I no longer saw him as just Joe, a friend of my Master, but as another Alpha male who I need to obey.   So, I was careful not to wash the cum off my face or chest.  

After Alpha Joe leaves the bathroom, Dad shows me how to clean out my hole.  

“Son, you need to make sure every time you take a dump to clean out your hole.  Your hole should always be clean and ready for your Master to use.  After your Master leaves, I will install a permanent enema tube to the toilet inlet.  Not sure if you noticed but there are the same tubes attached to every toilet in our Master’s mansion.  When you are there be sure to use them often.” 

Dad helps me clean out three times leaving my hole clean. 

When we leave the bathroom, Master and Alpha Joe are sitting at the table still naked.  My mom is serving them their breakfast.   When Master sees me he points to the ground beside him.  

I rush over and kneel at his side. He puts the leather collar around my neck again.  

“Show me your wrists.”

I present my wrists to Master.  He cuffs them again.     

He rubs my head affectionately like I’m his pet.  It feels wonderful and I moan a little.  Master looks down at me. 

“Hands behind your back and legs spread wide. I want access to my property at any time.”

“Yes, Master.”

I place my hands behind me and spread my legs wide as ordered. Master moves his hand from my head down to my neck, squeezing it some then down my back.  He reaches down to my ass and I instinctively raise my ass so he has better access.  He inserts his middle finger into my hole and pulls it out then presents it to my face. 

“Lick, tell me if it tastes clean?”

I open my mouth and Master pushes it in.  I suck his finger like it is his cock.  Master moves it in and out causing me to moan some.  He then pulls it completely out. 

Master laughs, “What a slut! Well, slave, what does it taste like?”

“Master, it only tastes like water,” my face turns red when he calls me a slut. 

Master laughs again, “OK, slut, I'm pleased it tastes clean.  Each time you clean out, you will test your hole.  Push your finger into it and taste that it is clean like it is now.  Is that understood, slave?”

“Yes, Master. I will make sure my hole tastes clean after cleaning it.”

Dad and Mom are standing at the dining room wall, naked and watching what just happened.  I have seen them do that many times at the mansion, just not naked and especially not with me kneeling naked beside my Master.  This is all new and very exciting for me.  You could tell because my dick never goes down throughout the breakfast. 

Master looks at my Dad and Mom, “Slaves, you may feed my slave boy.  Just take Joe’s and my leftovers then blend them up.  Put the mixture in a bowl.  He will eat without his hands.  You may do the same for yourselves.”

Alpha Joe comments, “Fuck, George that is hardcore.  I love it.  They are like your pets or something.”

“Yeah, I always wanted to have a pet but my Dads won’t let me.  I never had a pet even when my birth parents were alive.  We just couldn’t afford a pet.”

Now, I feel sorry for Master.  Then I realize, Master grew up poor like me.   Well, my poverty was intentional by my parents’ Masters.   Now, I wonder how Master grew up?   Was it worst them my childhood?  I couldn’t have a pet because we live in an apartment but I wonder if it is more than that.  My parents' Masters just didn’t want to spend much money on slaves.  

Alpha Joe pats Master on the back, “Well bro, you have three, NOW!”

They both laugh at that while Master continues to pet me as if I’m his dog.  I remember the human puppy in the shop.  Will Master make me his puppy?  

Mom takes the leftovers away.  Shortly afterward, I hear grinding noises coming from the kitchen.  This is not going to taste good. 

She places the bowl of food in front of me and Dad places a bowl of water. I look down at the food and it doesn’t look appetizing. 

Master pats my head, “Go on, boy, eat.”

I bend over and take a sniff.  It smells like breakfast.  I don’t get eggs and bacon often.  Mom said always said that eggs and bacon weren’t good for me.  She usually serves me a day-old fruit from the mansion and oatmeal.  The fruit was still good but not as fresh as the Mayor, well her Master, likes them.  I wonder if her Masters control what I ate too.  Keeping me ‘healthy’ for when they claimed me as their slave.  I have to laugh to myself.  Master jumped the gun and claimed me before they could.  They have been preparing me to be their slave all my life and their adopted son reaps the benefits instead.  I wonder what they think about that.

“Well this has been fun but Joe and I have to get to wrestling practice.  After practice, I will be back to pick up my property.  I’m sure you slaves have a lot to talk about.  Also, I have a few rules for all of you.”

All my family slaves are to be naked at all times in this apartment.  
All my family slaves will eat from dog bowls unless my fathers want his slaves to eat differently.  The only food you will eat from now on is leftovers from the mansion.  My fathers shouldn’t have to waste money on feeding slaves.  The leftovers should be plenty.  I know you have been allowed to take leftovers home.  Otherwise, they would go to waste.  However, always have something for me or my friends to eat when I’m here. 
My slave boy will always be shaved from head to toe.  Teach your son how to shave himself.  I want to keep the hair on his head for now.  It’s good to pull him around with. 
When opening the door you will stay naked no matter who is at the door.  You shouldn’t get many visitors.  Who wants to visit slaves anyways? 
Slaves father and son will install eye hooks on all the beds and other parts of the apartments as well.  I have sent a sketch of where I want the hooks to the printer.  Make sure they are all installed before I come back from practice.  Slave parents will lock up my slave to his bed at night.  
My slave boy will only wear what I allow.  Place all the clothes of my slave on his bed.  When I come back, I will look through what I want to keep.  Now that my slave knows that his parents are slaves too, I’m sure my fathers will adjust your uniforms and clothing allowance. 
This apartment will be monitored 24/7.  Cameras will be installed in every room. 
Install an enema tube on the toilet like on the toilets at the mansion. 
No masturbating.  Your owned property and only your Masters can allow you to release.  I have always found that horny bitches are more devoted to pleasing me.  So, don’t expect to be able to release anytime soon.
I will have access to this apartment at any time, day or night.
 My slave boy will not leave this apartment without my permission.  
 My slave boy will stay at my side anytime he leaves this apartment.  
 My slave boy will always obey without question.
 My slave boy will be punished if he disobeys me.  
 My slave boy will tell me as soon as he realizes he disobeys me. 
 My slave boy has no secrets from me.  He will tell me anything that I want to know about him or his family.  
  

Master adds, “Well, that is all the rules I can think of for now.  My slave boy’s “Slavery Contract” will include these rules and more.  Also, to comply with rule 7,  I ordered cameras from the community’s security company.  I want them installed in every room.  My friend Alex’s brother Jason has an installer that will stop by to install them.  Alex assures me that the installer will not mind seeing naked slaves.  Alex also says that the community security company is requiring new doors will be installed for the apartment.  I’m not sure what that is all about but Alex’s father owns the security company so I trust him.”  

My father says, “Master, as you wish.  All the rules will be followed and alterations to the apartment will be done as Master has explained.  Is there anything else, Master?”

“Yes, on my way back from practice, I’m going to stop by the kink/leather shop where I claim my slave boy.  My friend, Alex says his brother Jason has a special slave collar for my slave. It sounds high-tech with lots of cool features.  I will be replacing the leather collar with this new special collar.” 

OH SHIT!  I remember overhearing the shop owner explaining how the collar works to the older Master with the naked boy.  That collar will truly control me like a real slave.  Not that I don’t already feel like a real slave.  I mean have no place to run to if I wanted to.  Well I wouldn’t run anyways.  I want to be a slave to my Master.   His fathers with my parents help trained me to be a slave.  It has always been my destiny even before I knew it.  The collar will just make it official.  Then I think about what the shop owner said about slave collars.  The collar shows everyone that I’m owned property.   All my classmates will know I’m a slave once they see the collar.  Yet, none of them are really my friends.  The closest people to me are my parents.  They already accept my enslavement.  I laugh they made it happen.  I’m a bred slave for my Master’s family. 

Alpha Joe comments, “Dam, George those rules are intense.  It so fucking hot how much control you have over these slaves.  I need to get me a slave or two.”
 
Master punches Joe in the arm, “Yeah man, it is a rush.  When my fathers adopted me, I never thought they are slave owners.  I mean these three are real slaves.  My fathers controls every aspect of their lives.  I bet my fathers manipulated this slave boy to have his parents train him to be a slave all his life.  I was worried about being adopted after my parents died.  Yet, Fuck! I’m happy they adopted me!  OK, let's go or the coach will have our asses.”

Master slaps my ass and I look up at him from the bowl. 

“Be a good slave.  Follow the rules and I will see you later.  I can’t wait to collar you tonight in front of my fathers.  Fuck they missed out on a nice piece of ass.  Well, I think I will share you with them.  It is only fair since they trained you so well.”

He laughs as he leaves out the door. 

We are all silent for a minute not sure what to say to each other.  I finish my bowls of food and water and then take them to the kitchen.  I wash them as I normally do.  We don’t have a dishwasher.  It’s my responsibility to wash the dishes.  Mom has told me to wash them right after using them and then put them away.  Yet, I’m not sure where to put these bowls.  They’re real dog bowls.  We never had a dog and I don’t know why we even have them in the first place.  Mom takes both bowls from me and grabs a permanent marker. She writes, ‘Slave son’ on them then places them on the floor next to the frig.  She takes out four more bowls from under the counter that I didn’t even know were there.   Already written on them, is “Slave Mother’ and ‘Slave Father’.   

“Mom, where did those come from?”  

She looks at me and shakes her head, “Simon, you understand by now that everything we own is controlled by our Masters.  Where do you think they came from?”

I look at her for a minute then it clicks.

“Did your Masters give them to you?”

“Correct!  Our Masters order us to bring them out when you agreed to be a slave.  Now that you are a slave, we have to obey our Masters.”

“So, all three of us have to eat on the floor from our mouths from now on?”

She shakes her head.  It’s what she always does when I don’t get something right away.  

“Simon, this is what your Master has ordered you to do.  Our Master has been feeding us in bowls at the mansion ever since you were born.  You will just have to get used to it.  I have told you many times that you can get used to anything as long as you set your mind to it.  This is no different!”

She is right. Anytime things changed in my life she told me I can change as long as set my mind to it.  So, now is no different. I have to change to what my Master wants me to be.  OH SHIT!  That is why she has drilled that into my head for all these years.  She knew I would have to accept lots of changes if I agreed to be a slave.  She was training me for my life as a slave. 

So, I nod, “I understand. I will need to change how I eat for my Master.”

“Son, not just how you eat but what you eat.  We have to eat only our Masters leftovers from now on.”

“What about my birthday cake and dinner.”

She laughs, “Simon, as a slave your Master decides if you celebrate your birthday.  Now come along your father and I have something you need to know.”

Mom sits at the dining room table. Dad is already there.  I sit down across from them.  It is strange being naked in front of them.  With Master not here, I suddenly feel self-conscious.  So, I cover up my dick and balls with my hands. 

Mom looks under the table.

“Simon, stop that!  You have nothing to be ashamed of.  Now put your hands on the table.”

I do it reluctantly. What boy wants their parents to see their small dick.  Well, see their dick at all!
I hate that I have a small dick.  Guys in gym class have been teasing me for how small I am.  

“Simon, now that you agreed to be a slave, there is a lot that you’re not going to be comfortable with.  You’re just going to have to just accept the changes in your life and not complain.  Can you do that, son?”

I look down, “Yes Mom, I can.  I just didn’t expect all of this!”

“Well, it is what you signed up for whether you like it or not.  Did you think that your Master would just have sex with you all the time and nothing else would change?”

 “Yeah, I guess.  It is what they did in the porn I watched.”

Now Dad speaks up, “Son, porn is not real life.  You can’t be so naive to think that giving up your freedom means you would only be a sex slave.  Son, you’re no longer a free person.  Your Master considers you his property.  From now on he can do anything he wants with you.  We can’t protect you.   You made your choice and now you have to live with it!  Just like a soldier has to.”

Mom then speaks again, “Son, you have no idea what punishments your Master can now inflict on you.  I’m sorry son but you will get punished and it will hurt.  Your father and I have both been punished at the hands of our Masters and it is not fun!  Its the complete opposite of fun!  However, that is the point.  It teaches you to do as you’re told.  It’s for your own good when you do something wrong.  It is how you will learn to be a perfect slave.  You want to be a perfect slave don’t you, Son?”

I see real fear in her eyes.  How did she get punished by her Master?  How will my Master punish me?  I try to change the subject, afraid of this talk about punishments. 

“Mom, Dad, can you explain more why you chose to become slaves? Why didn’t you just abort me if you couldn’t support me.”

Mom now has tears in her eyes, “Son, we couldn’t have done that.  We loved you even before you were born.  So, we did our best in a bad situation.  Son, our Masters don’t want their biological son to know what we are about to tell you.  However, now that you are a slave and they have trained you to keep their secrets as we do, they allowed us to tell you.”

I get really nervous, “Maybe you shouldn’t tell me.”

Dad laughs, “Son, that is a good instinct for a slave. To not listen when you shouldn’t.  However, in this case, it has to do with your brother.”

I look at them with shock on my face, “My brother.  I don’t have a brother.  What are you talking about?”

Now I’m nervous but curious at the same time.  Do I have a brother that they kept from me?

Mom explains now, “Son, our Masters wanted a son.  However, 18 years ago gay or even bi men couldn’t adopt a child.  So, the only way our Masters could have a son is to use a surrogate.  Do you know what that is?”

“Yeah, I think so.  It’s when a woman carries a baby for a couple and gets paid for it.  She can either donate her own eggs or be implanted with a fertilized egg.  I just learned about it our reproduction/sex education class.”

“Good, that is correct.  Well, since your father and I were already having sex with our Masters at the time, they requested that I carry a son for them in exchange they would pay us enough for our first two years of college.  So, we agreed and Brad was born.”

I stand up in complete shock!

“Brad! You mean to tell me that that asshole Brad is my half-brother!”

“Yes, Son.  He is your biological half-brother.  However, he doesn’t know it.  Our Masters didn’t want to tell him that he was born from a slave.  You see Brad knows we are his parents slaves.” 

“Mom! Brad is a psychopath.  He choked me until I passed out.  He even said he wanted to see if he could choke me to death!  I thought I was going to die.  That is why I never would clean his room after the first time!”

“OH, GOD!  We knew he was unstable but never thought he would go that far.  Brad has been seeing a psychologist for years.”

“Well, that psychologist is a moron!”

“Son, this is the reason we told you.  Now that you're a slave, Brad will find out.  He is good at finding out secrets.  Especially, about all the slaves that our Masters’ own.”

“Wait all the slaves!  Do your Masters own more than you?”

Mom laughs, “Of course, Son.  All the help at the mansion are volunteer slaves.  One of the reasons our Master purchased the mansions here is because it is in a gay-friendly community.  This community would be more open to volunteer slavery if it ever came out.  That is also why ‘The Master’ ran for Mayor too.  Anyways we are off topic.  Brad is dangerous, especially to slaves.  He has put more than one slave in the hospital.  He has not killed anyone yet!  However, now that you’re a slave and he will find out.  So, your life could be at risk.  I think he try to choke you because in his mind he believed you were already a slave since you’re a son of slaves.  If he finds out you’re his half-brother, I don’t know what he will do.”

“Mom, I have already talked to Master about Brad choking me.  Master told me not to leave his side ever while in the mansion or at school.”

Mom and Dad both breathe a sigh of relief, “Good, Son do that.  Don’t leave your Master’s side.  He will protect what he owns.  Your his property.  From what I know about Masters, they are very protective of their property.   Plus, your Master is not a blood relation to your half-brother.  So, he doesn’t have the feeling of family for Brad as his fathers do.  You will be safe under his protection.”

Mom and Dad hold hands. Can see they are deeply relieved.  Seeing their there relief makes me feel better too.  I’m now even more grateful that Master claim me instead of his fathers.  If his fathers would have claimed me who would they have sided with if Brad hurt me?  He is their son and I’m just a slave.  Looks like they already sided with Brad in the passed.  I’m definitely going to follow my Master like a lost puppy.     

Dad changes the subject, “Now, Son let's start following your Master’s rules.  We can start with shaving you.  Come let’s go to the shower.  I will help you get every hair from your head down shaved off.”

I smile at Dad, “Thank you, Dad. I appreciate your help.  I want to please my Master more now than ever before!”

“Good, Son. That’s an excellent attitude!”  

The rest of the morning and afternoon Dad and I install the hooks as Master’s sketch shows.  For lunch, Mom grinds up some of the sandwiches she brought home from the mansion yesterday.  By lunchtime, I’m starting to get used to being naked. 

It still feels strange eating with only my mouth.  Yet, what it’s even more strange is having my parents eating beside me. 

Just as we finish eating, the doorbell rings and Mom gets up to answer the door. 

“Mom! What are you doing?  You’re naked!”

“I know son.  Don’t you remember your Master’s rules?”

“OH, SHIT!”

Mom slaps me on the ass.  “Language. If our Masters hear you swear you would be punished.  You do remember what I said about the punishments hurting a lot?  Well, son, you have no idea!”

“Now, I think you should open the door instead.  It will be good training for you to accept your new life.”

I nervously walk to the door.  I can’t believe my mom is making me do this!   I take a breath and open the door.  Standing in front of me is a 30 something guy who looks like he just came off a construction site.  He is barechested, only in cut off shorts and work boots.  The shorts are cut short showing off is muscular legs.  A work belt is hanging from his hip.  Fuck he is any boy’s hot dream.  I lick my lips and stare at this muscular man.   

Dad pushes me aside and puts out his hand. 

“Hello, I’m Jacob. This is my son Simon and my wife Julie.”

He shakes my Dad’s hand, “I’m Ralph.  I’m here to install new doors for your apartment.”

Dad says, “Yes, we were told to expect you.”

“Good.  I will need another hand to help.  Would your son be able to lend me a hand?”

Dad replies, “OH, I will help.  My son is not allowed to leave the apartment without his, Master.”

I can’t believe Dad just outed me as a slave to a total stranger!  Then I notice the man has the same collar as the one from the leather shop.  Is he a slave too?

“I understand.  Then go put on shorts.”

My Dad rushes off to get put on some shorts.  Ralph just looks me up and down.  Is he hitting on me or just liking what he sees?  I have never been looked at as sexy.  Well except for my Master.  This is new for me.  Yet, I like the attention.  Does he want to fuck me? 

I look over at my Mom and she is lusting after him just like I am.  Fuck! She is a slut.  Does that make me a slut too?

Dad comes back with shorts and is barefoot. 

“OK, I have some steel toe boots you can wear.  Come with me.”

I love how he just orders my Dad around. Yet, he is a slave, right?  Can a slave be an Alpha over other slaves? 

The door is left open as they leave to get the doors.  I’m afraid that someone might see me naked in our apartment.  So, I go to my room and sit on my bed.  I think about that hot guy and start to jerk off.  I didn’t know Master is recording me with the laptop’s camera. 

Mom comes into my room and sees me jerking off.  She walks right up to me and slaps my hand away.  

“Son, are you already breaking your Master’s rules?  I’m going to have to report you to your Master.”

“Mom! Please don’t do that.  I’m afraid of being punished!  You said it would hurt.”

Tears start to fall down my face.   

“Son, we have no secrets from our Masters.  You should really report your misbehavior instead. It would be better if you report it to your Master.  However, if you don’t then I will have to.”

I look down in shame, knowing she is right. 

“Yes, Mom, I understand.  I will tell my Master that I broke his rules.”

“Good, Son.  Always report your misbehavior as soon as you realize you do it.  It’s your responsibility to become a perfect slave for your Master.  Part of that is knowing when you misbehave and report it for punishment.”

“Yes, Mom.  I want to be a perfect slave.  Thank you for helping me.”

“Your welcome, Son.  It is your father’s and my responsibility to help train you to become a perfect slave.”

I wonder if that is what their Masters ordered them to do, make me a perfect slave?  WOW! I am a bred slave for my Master’s family.  My parents are strick with my behavior.  Mom, still spanks me when I do something wrong.  Now, it’s going to be my Master who punishes me instead of my parents.  They have been preparing me for this moment for all my life!   I even thank them anytime they correct my behavior.  They trained me to thank them after every spanking so I knew they were helping me be better.  I think its was all to make me a better slave for their Masters.  They gave up my older brother to their Masters and now they are giving me to my Master.   Or, was I realy ever theirs in the first place?  Was I aways intended to be a slave to their Masters’ family?

We hear the hot construction slave and my Dad carrying doors into our apartment.  Mom and I look out of my bedroom door and watch them replace the main door of the apartment.  I wonder what is different with the door.  Then I remember the shop owner telling the Master in the shop that the collar controls where we are in even public building.  Is this door linked to the collar that Master is going to put on me tonight?  I wonder how it linked the collar and the door might be?

Once they close the door, I hear an electronic click. The door has an electronic lock.  OH SHIT! The door could be linked to the collars electronically.  There is so much they could do with the door linkd to the collar.  

Dad and Ralph bring in more doors.  Each door in the apartment is replaced, except for the bathroom door.  They just remove the bathroom door completely.  

I ask, “Dad, is there going to be a door for the bathroom?”

“No, son, we have no privacy from our Masters.  Son, you need to get used to not having privacy.  Just like being naked most of the time.”

Slave Ralph leaves and we are once again alone naked with each other.   

Dad says, “Son, it is time to put all your clothes on your bed as per your Master’s orders.”

“Dad, what is Master going to do with my clothes?”

“Son, that is none of your business.   You only wear what your Master wants.”

We pull out all my clothes.  I realize none of them are that special to me.  They are all used clothes that never represented me.  I rub the leather collar around my neck and realize the collar represents me the best! 

Not long after we get the clothes out, the door opens and Master walks through the door. 
  
“HELLO, SLAVE BITCHES!”, yelling out like he just won the lottery!  Behind him, I see another boy only in Speedos.  Wonder who he is?  Our eyes meet and we look each other up and down.  He is skinny but tone like a swimmer.  Is he another slave to my Master?  He smirks at me as he watches me naked.  Then he sees my family is naked too and his mouth falls open.  I smile at him.  If he is another slave to my Master, he has no idea what he signed up for.