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 slave Jimmy. Master Alex is expanding the Managed Bullying program to his whole high school.  A teacher tries to interfere with Master Alex’s use of his slaves resulting in setting the teacher on a path of submission. 

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 to 18 so they are young adults.  In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to be enslaved for consensual slavery, BDSM scenes, and sex.  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 story as references).  This story also has storyline links to my other stories “In the service of Father Micheal” and “White Lives Owned”. 

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.  The 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. 

• Master George Jackson (Birth name) - Adopted son of the Mayor and his husband.  A member of the wrestling team and now owner of slave Simon. Age 17, 6ft 2 inches tall. 180 pounds, 10.5 inch long and 5.6 inches around cock.  Solid muscles but tone and flexible. 

  • Slave Simon - Slave to Master George.  Son of two slaves owned by the fathers who adopted George.  Was bred to become the slave of George’s fathers. Yet, George beat them to it by claiming Simon before they had a chance.  Age 16, 109 pounds, 5 ft 4 inches tall, 5 inch dick.  Blond hair and blue eyes white boy.

POV slave Jimmy 

My twin brother and I are in bed with our Master, kneeling between his powerful legs as I lick up and down his massive cock. Every morning we worship him as he sips hot tea and eats his breakfast.  One of our fathers makes tea and breakfast while our other father serves Master Frank in his room.  Except officially my brothers and I are now adopted by Master Frank.  So our former fathers are now just slaves like us.  My family is all owned by the Richardson family.  In fact, my brothers and I are legally the sons of Master Frank.  By being adopted by Master Frank, it gives him complete control over our lives.  We all knew this since we signed our individual slavery contracts many months ago.  

Since then Master Alex has convinced my swim team to enslave themselves in the cloak of joining our school’s “Managed Bully” program.  My swim team has sacrificed themselves for the greater good.  They are now slaves to their Bullies.  This is what Master planned and everyone knew it when each boy submitted to his “Bulliy” months ago.    

My twin brother and I are now naked most of the time.  We are only allowed to wear clothes when going to school or out in public with our Master.  Yet, we might as well be naked because all Master gives us are speedos.  It makes me feel more naked in the speedo than just going naked. Yet, my brothers and I know that we will be going to school naked soon.  Once the volunteer slavery law goes into effect, Master wants us to be naked all the time.     

While worshiping Master’s cock we hear him talking to his brother Jason on his speakerphone.

“Bro, yesterday I talked to our wimp of a principal.  I told him that the “Manage Bullying” program needs to expand beyond the wrestling team.”

“Did the wimp agree?”

“Hell, yeah he did.  That wimp is so pussy whipped that he would do whatever his Mistress wants.  Father has made a deal with his Mistress.  Now, the wimp has to do what our family says at school so that father’s plan can move forward.  In exchange, Father agreed to add a white slave tax to the slavery laws. Half of the tax will go to all black people in the community where the slaves are enslaved.  The other half goes to the local government.  So, the owners of the white slaves will have to pay a yearly property tax.  Plus, whenever a white slave is sold then a sales tax will be collected.  Again, half goes to the black people and the other half goes to the local governments.”

“So, what does that mean for us?”

“Well, it means that we will get the black vote when it comes to legalizing volunteer slavery.  The more white people that volunteer to be enslaved the more money the black people will get. In turn, this will encourage more enslavement of white people.  For you, it means more sales for your store.  All those slaves need smart collars, smart restraints, smart doors and whatever cool new tech Father Micheal creates.  The slavery law will require all slaves to be collared with esim trackers.  Father Micheal will be the sole manufacturer of the collars.  For me, I will expand my Master / slave training programs.  Father says that the law will include mandatory training programs for all Master and slaves. Soon, Uncle's farm will be the center for all Master/slave training in the state.”

“COOL! That means I can open more stores.”

Master Jason has already opened one new store outside our community limits.  

“Jason, remember our community’s city council will vote to legalize volunteer slavery tomorrow.  Soon, we will legally own our slaves!” 

I hear Adam, one of two fathers who raised me, come into the bedroom just as Master finishes his breakfast.  Slave Adam refreshes his tea and takes away Master’s breakfast.  Yet, my brother and I know not to stop our service to him.  Not long after our enslavements, Master punished us for not paying proper attention to his needs.  For our punishment, he took us downstairs to the dungeon and whipped our backs.  It hurt so much!  I will never forget my first whipping.  Since then my brother Billy and I learned to focus on Master at all times.  Nothing else can distract us from our duties to serve him.  

“Bro, I need to get ready for school.  Do you want me to pick you up on the way?”

“Yeah, that will be great.  My slave Ralph is busy installing more smart doors in the slave homes.  Father is paying for the smart doors so that new slave owners will see the benefit of being able to control their slaves even in their homes.  Bro, I will make a great profit once the law is statewide and even more when it becomes nationwide.“   

“Fuck! Bro, you’re becoming a smart businessman.”

“Thanks, Adam!  I think being a business owner is my new calling.”

“Cool, see you soon!”

Master hangs up his phone and then grabs me by my collar, forcing his cock deep into my throat.  He closes his eyes and puts his other hand on top of my head, driving me up and down his massive cock.  I’m now used to his rough fucking because either Billy or I are fucked like this every morning.  When Master needs to cum, he needs to work his cock hard to get off.  Our throats are perfect to satisfy his needs.  

My face is red and I feel the familiar feeling of being lightheaded just as Master dumps his load directly down my throat.  Being a swimmer, I can hold my breath for a long time.  It serves me well in situations like this. 

While Master is using my throat, Billy works on licking Master’s balls.  It is our daily routine.  When one of our throats is being used as Master’s cum dump, the other works on his balls.  It seems to please Master and helps him shoot his load quickly.

Master relaxes back in his bed as I clean up his cock, milking all residual cum.  Billy rubs his fingers under Master’s balls and then follows up between them. I continue up his cock as drops of cum emerge from the cockhead.  We are used to working as a team all our lives.  Well, I guess that goes with being twins. 

Master pats my head, signaling to us that he is ready to take a shower.  We rush into his private bathroom and prepare the shower for him.  I turn on the water and adjust it to the temperature Master likes.  Billy grabs a towel and places it on the warming rack.   Then we both kneel in the shower.  The shower stall is large enough for at least 4 people easily.  So, we wait with our hands behind our backs for Master to come in.

When Master finally comes in, he ignores us, and walks right under the water.  He closes his eyes, letting the hot water cascade down his magnificent body.  We know to wait for him to relax under the water for a few minutes.  Master wants to feel the warmth of the water relax him before we start to wash his body.

I silently count down three minutes before I soap up my hands and start on Master’s right foot.  Billy does the same thing, starting on Master’s left foot.  We work our way up his strong, perfectly sculpted body!  Again we work as a team.  Master loves how well we work together.  Master says that identical twins make perfect slaves.  We work together as if we are one, doing our duty more efficiently than just one slave can do.  So, we are proud that we can serve him as a team. 

We quickly clean Master’s body that we admire so much.  After his shower, Billy and I dry him with the warmed towel. 

Master brushes his teeth as we finish drying him.  Master leaves the bathroom without a word or looking back at us.  We know what he wants from us.  We take a dump then Billy helps me clean out my hole and I do the same for him.  The cold water always makes me shiver but we know we are not allowed the warmth of a hot shower.  Master says our discomfort shows him how much we are willing to suffer for him. Our sacrifices show him that we will do anything to please him.   After all his pleasure is all that matters.  

So, we quickly cleaned up and rushed out of the bathroom to dress him next.   When we enter the bedroom, Master already has let slave Nicky out of his cage.  Master has four cages in his bedroom, two stacked on top of each other.  Master can cage four of his slaves at a time or double us up if he wants to make us more confined. However, he usually has at least two slaves in the bed with him at night.    

Nicky has our Master’s clothes laid out when we enter the bedroom.  Nicky seems to have an eye for clothes.  Master saw this soon after he enslaved Nicky.  We help Nicky dress Master but he makes sure Master looks perfect every day.  Nicky also takes care of all of Master’s social events.  Plus, he packs Master suitcases for any away matches with the wrestling team or trips to his Uncle’s farm.  Nicky has a talent for organization.  

Once Master is dressed, he lets slave Rob out of his cage.  Rob’s duty is to make sure all of Master’s slaves do their duties perfectly.   Rob used to supervise Nicky, Billy, and me in our morning routines.  Yet, now we are doing so well, Master doesn’t let Rob out of his cage until we are ready to leave for school.  So, Rob's duties of late are lighter.  However, the way Master acquires more slaves, Rob will once again be busy.   Master’s harem is up to 5 but I’m sure it will grow more soon.  

Once Master is dressed, we all get dressed in our speedos.  Master likes to show us off to our fellow students.  If it was up to him we would go to school naked now!  From the conversation between Master and his brother, we will be naked all the time after tomorrow.  I’m nervous and excited at the same time to finally be legally Master’s property.  

For many years, I had dreamed of being an owned slave like in the old times.  So, when Master Frank proposed enslaving my family, I had to convince my brothers and fathers to agree to be enslaved too.  I’m now living my dream life and love every minute of it.  To be recognized as slave property by the government is what I have been looking forward to.  I have to assume it is a similar feeling that gay men had when they could finally marry the love of their lives.   

Rob grabs Master’s book bag and Nicky grabs his gym bag.  Both double-check that Master’s gear is in the bags including punishment instruments.  Billy and I grab our book bags and we all head out of the house.  As we leave, I hear moaning coming from Master Franks's bedroom.  I smile knowing that slave David, one of the fathers who raised me, must be getting pounded by Master Frank.  I look back to see slave Adam carrying in a breakfast for Master Frank.  Yes, they have taken on the role of slaves just as well as my brothers and I have.  

When we are outside, Rob rushes ahead to open the hatch in the back, while I rush to open the passenger side door.  Master jumps in and I close the door.  As I close it, I see a slight smile form on Master’s face.  A rush of pleasure flows through my body.  I moan as I jump into the cage in the back hatch. My twin brother, Billy, is already in the cage.  So, I have to hug him as Rob closes the cage’s door.  Nicky is in the cage next to us.  When we hug each other tightly, our dicks press together too  So, each bump of the car stimulates us causing deep frustration for both of us.  Plus what makes matters worse is that I’m still hard from Master's smile just a moment before. 

“OH! My lovely brother, did Master give you a reward?”

I moan in his arms and then whisper, “GOD, YES! BILLY! I saw a slight smile from Master when I closed his door.”

“OH, WOW!”

I feel Billy’s dick pressed against my hard dick  He is starting to grow as well.  It seems whenever one of us gets a rush of pleasure from one of Master’s rewards, the other gets a rush soon afterward.  So, as we ride to school, Billy and I moan in pleasure and frustration.  We know that we shouldn’t rub against each other.  These moments with my twin are special but at the same time tortuous.  I know Billy wants the same thing as me, to shoot a massive load over each other.  We are on the edge for the whole drive to school.  It takes all our willpower to fight back from shooting our load.  I’m so glad Master forbids us from rubbing against each other normally.   I love my brother with all my heart and so I want to make him cum.  Yet, my need to please my Master is greater!  I know it is the same for Billy.  You are told that family is the most important thing in the world until you are owned by a powerful demanding Master like ours.  Our family willingly enslaved ourselves so we could all be happy.   Master says Billy and I were bred this way.  If it is all just our breeding then why is Master’s family able to enslave some many others?  There must be something deep within everyone for the need to be either a dominant or a submissive.  It is a basic need to either lead or follow.  And there are a lot more followers than leaders in the world.  With that logic, Master will in time have a very large harem of slaves.

We first stop at the sex shop that Master Jason runs.  Billy and I watch as our brother is pulled on a leach across the parking lot.  He is in his puppy gear and we can tell he is in full puppy mode.  He is wagging his tail the whole time.  Yes, Sparky, his new name, is living the life he has always dreamed of.   I’m thankful that his Master is taking so good care of him.  He even has knee pads to protect his knees as he crawls on hands knees.  The knee pads are shaped like dog feet.  So are the mitts on his hands.  The only time his hands are free anymore is in his classes.  

We slaves are lucky in that our schedules have all been rearranged so we are in our respective Master's classes.  That way we can serve our Master throughout the day.   On the first day of school, Master ordered our principal to make the changes for us.  

I hear Sparky barking as his Master throws him a treat toward Master’s car.  He runs forward and quickly eats the treat.  Then he runs back to his Master waiting for another treat.  

Master Jason compliments him, “Good boy,” and pats him on the head.

Master Jason throws another treat.  I think Spark must have been a dog in another life if you believe in reincarnation. Because he certainly has a soal of a dog / puppy. 
 
When Master Jason reaches the car, Rob quickly jumps out and opens the door for him.  Jason gets in and Spark jumps onto his lap.   Like his brother, Master Jason is strong with a large frame.  So, Sparky’s small frame is no problem for his Master.   As usual, Sparky curls up in his Master’s lap. His Master pets his pup as we drive to school.       

When we arrive at the school, Rob parks the car in front of the school as has been Master’s directions from the start of the school year.  Rob gets out and opens the doors for the Masters.  Then he lets Nicky, Billy, and me out of our cages. 

We quickly get out and Rob attaches leaches to our collars.   As usual, all eyes are on us.  Master loves the attention and we are expected to perform on his command.  

Classes don’t start for another 40 minutes.  So, Master wants us to entertain him while we wait.  I suspect the reason we are usually early for school is that he wants to show us off to his friends. 

Master grabs the leashes of all four of his slaves.  We follow him to the front lawn.  

Master points to Rob, “Slave, hands and knees.”

Rob quickly gets on his hands and knees.  We know what is going to happen next.  Master sits on Rob’s back and points for his other three slaves to stand in front of him, leaving some space between us and him. 

We quickly get into position with our legs together and hands to our sides, palms in.  Then Master starts calling out numbers, seemingly randomly but we know it is to keep us on our toes.  For each number we have to move into a slave position he has been training us to do.  Some are stressful.  Other positions are deeply humiliating.  Like one where we have to bend our legs up over our heads so that our feet are touching the ground on either side of our heads.  Our asses are so exposed in this position.  He keeps us in this position so he can spank us or have one of his friends spank us.  Yet, today he grabs a cane out of his backpack.  The last few days I have seen Rob add it to his backpack and have been worried when Master will finally use it on us at school.  Looking between my legs, I see him swing it back and forth.  FUCK! This is going to hurt.  I have been dreading this day.  Master loves using a cane on us.  We both fear it and in a strange fuck up way, welcome it.  I want to please him so much that I want him to hit me with it just so he is happy.  Yet, I dread the pain I have to go through to please him.  So, here I am looking at the cane in Master’s hands, knowing that he will be especially hard on us today just to show the whole school how much we will do for him.  I have no choice but to wait for it!   

Master gets up and walks around us.  I feel the air move across my mostly naked body as he does practice swipes of the cane through the air.  

Then all of a sudden, searing pain explodes in my ass.  Master hits me right in the center of my hole.  I have to hold back from screaming my head off.  It is so painful and really humiliating.  The whole school sees us and there is no doubt that we are owned by Master.

Then we hear a shout coming from the school.

“STOP! STOP!”

Master looks at the man who is rushing towards us.  It is one of our teachers.   Ever since school started Mr. White has been disproving how Master treats his slaves and to my Master’s great annoyance, I might add.

“That is enough.  You cannot treat these boys like this.”

Master just smiles and then hits me in my hole again.  I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

“Young man, I said stop this instant!”

Master just smiles at the teacher and turns his attention to my twin!  I hear Billy yell out in pain.  

“You three get up right now.  You don’t have to take this abuse!”

We hold our position.  This teacher doesn’t understand we cannot disobey our Master.  HIs directions are in direct conflict with my Master’s wishes.  So, Billy, Nicky, and I stay still.  

Therefore, the teacher comes towards us able to force us to our feet.  Yet, Master blocks him by standing right in front of him.  When he tries to move around him, Master hits his ass with the cane.  

The teacher yelps out in surprise.  It was a light tap but it sent the message to the teacher.  He stops in his tracks looking at Master in surprise.  

Master informs him in a very threatening voice, “Do not try to touch my property ever again!”

The stupid teacher tries again to get to us but this time Master hits him even harder.   The teacher screams out in pain and falls to his hands and knees.  He looks up at Master standing over him.  I know that look.  It’s the same look I have when I look up at Master. 

Master then hits him on the back and the teacher cries out in pain.   

To everyone’s shock, the teacher begs, “Please…”

"Please, what? Boy!" 

I half expected him to beg for me. 

"Please stop hitting me!" 

I can see he is in the most pain of his life!  The cane is a painful instrument of control.  At this moment, Master is in control.  Our teacher is learning the hard way that Master can control him. 

With a deep growl, Master orders, "Then back off, boy!" 

The teacher quickly crawls backward, keeping his head down.  Yet, I can see fear radiating off his whole body. 

Master walks up to him and grabs his face, forcing him to stop crawling and look at him.  Now I can see the fear on his face as he looks into Master’s eyes. 

"Never interfere with me and my property!"

The teacher cries out, "SORRY!"

Master now smiles, "Sorry, what?" 

"Sorry, Sir!" 

"That's better, boy!  Best get back to your classroom now. I will see you soon."

Now the crying teacher then stands and runs away. Yet, before he goes, I see the outline of his hard dick down his pant leg.  I smile knowing Master had a positive impact on him.  He learned something about himself today. 

Before the teacher gets out of earshot, Master calls out, "See you tonight. Make me something nice to eat before I arrive for dinner."

The teacher looks back at Master with shock and fear but nods his head. I think I heard a "Yes Sir" before he runs away. 

The whole school saw what happened. I'm sure no one will try to get between him and us ever again. The whole school now knows we belong to him.  From this moment on, all the teachers and most students started calling him Sir giving him the respect he just earned.  He becomes the Alpha of the school.  

I smile at Master as he walks back to us. He protected us!  He claimed us in front of the whole school. I feel so proud to be his property! 

All of sudden, the whole school claps for him, students and teachers alike. 

Master ignores them and continues ordering us into our slave positions. Now all eyes are on us. Yet, they are pointing and praising him for his control of us. 

For each position we are ordered into, Master finds the most painful spot to hit us.  We take each painful hit as a badge of honor.  He is our owner and we will do anything for him. 

Now he is the Alpha of the school and everyone knows what we know. He has more control of the school than ever before. 

After he finishes showing us off, we kneel beside him as students and teachers come up to him, and shake his hand.  The dominants all admire him while the submissives thank him.  He showed them all that it is OK to own us. That owning someone is OK and not wrong. 

The subs ask if we are OK with being his property.  Master allows us to respond to them. So, we respond truthfully that we love him and will do anything he wants from us. We told them that we were very happy to be owned by our Master. 

I could tell they admired us and wanted to be owned as well. 

Soon it is time to get to class. Master picks up our leashes and we proudly follow him in the school.  Everyone steps aside for their new Alpha and his four slaves to pass. It makes me feel special to be his slave. I'd finally made the "In crowd" even though I’m at the bottom of the social ladder and will never be able to climb up.  That's OK because that is who and what I am. I am proud of who I am. 

When we enter our first classroom Master sits down. As the four of us attempt to kneel beside him the teacher orders the others to make room for us. The students quickly move the desks and chairs so that we have room to kneel beside our Master.  Billy and I kneel on either side of him, me on the right and Billy on the left.  Nicky is behind him and Rob is kneeling between his legs. 

Master is surrounded by his property and he loves the attention it brings him. 

He pulls Rob's face into his crotch. I see Rob quickly lick the outline of Master's cock through his shorts. 

Nicky is behind him taking notes for all of us including Master to use when we get home. 

Master is just as smart as he is athletic. He is an amazing man. He is able to focus on what the teacher is saying even while Rob is worshiping him. 

Master rubs either my twin’s or my head as he listens to the teacher’s lecture.  Nicky is both taking notes and video recording each lecture.  So, once we all get home, Nicky will give all three of us the highlights of what was important from the lectures.  

After lunch, our principal calls everyone to the gym for a school assembly.   Master stands to the side as our principal addresses the school.  Of course, all four of his slaves are kneeling on either side of him.  

Our principal taps the microphone, “Good afternoon everyone.”

He waits for everyone to quiet down.  However, there are a few who keep talking causing their voices to echo around the gym.

So Master yells out in his deep commanding voice, “QUIET!”

Everyone shuts up at once.   Fuck! His powerful voice grabs everyone's attention!  I smile to myself.  I love him so much!   

The principal then looks at Master and talks again to the mic, “Thank you, Sir.” 

I smile at the use of ‘Sir’ in reference to Master.  

He continues, “Please may I have the wrestling and swim teams come down and stand in front of me.”

The wrestling team walks down the bleachers with the swim team in tow.  As with Master’s slaves, my fellow swim team are only in speedos.  They all have the same slave collars around their necks and most are on leashes.  

It is obvious who is in charge of them.  The wrestling team stands in a long line in front of the principal.  The swim team quickly kneels, facing their owners.  Since the start of school when the swim team submitted to the wrestling team, Master has been taking small groups of the wrestling team at a time to his uncle's farm on weekends.  On the farm, Master has been doing specialized Master and slave training for the wrestling team and their slaves, “Bullied Boys”.   The wrestling team is all now trained in the art of owning slaves.  Each member of the wrestling team has his hand on top of his slave’s head.  They gently rub their slave’s head to relax them and keep them compliant with their commands.  There’s a low moan coming from all the slaves including me.  

The principal continues, “Before the school year started a new program was created to manage the bullying problem in our school.  Looking at all the other programs we realized that expelling or punishing the bullies doesn’t work.  It doesn’t address the underlying issue of what is causing the bullying.  So, this new program took a more active role in the issue.  The issue is that bullies really need help to control their dominant personality.  So, the swim team was asked to submit to each member of the wrestling team to be their designated bullied boy.  Not all of the wrestling team are bullies.  However, to make this fair to all we asked both teams to participate in the ‘Managed Bullying” program.  In order for the bully to have their own bullied boy they were required to not bully any other boys.  If they did they be reduced to becoming a bullied boy.  As you can imagine this was great motivation to follow the rules of the program.  We are pleased to say that the program is a great success.  Each of the respective teams has successfully been trained in the consensual art of domination and submission.   Each bully is now a Master of consensual domination.  Each bullied boy is trained in the art of servitude.  So, we are pleased to hear that all the bullied boys have signed up to be permanent a slave to their Master.   These men and their boys have graduated to become true proper Masters and slaves.  Let's give a big hand to these brave boys for their sacrifice for the righteous cause of reforming their bullies into proper Masters.”

The whole gym claps for the brave boys.  Some of the bullied boys in the crowd call all out ‘Thank you’.  Others call out ‘You’re so brave!’, ‘We love you!’ ‘Serve Well’, ‘Be proud slaves’.  

I’m filled with pride for my school to make a lasting change that will help everyone! 
 
Once the clapping subsides, our principal continues his speech, “I would also like to congratulate the Masters for their dedication to the program.  You will find that owning a truly dedicated slave will be so much more rewarding.  Throughout your life, they will be there for you to make your life so much more fulfilling, allowing you to reach your dreams quicker. May they serve you well for a lifetime of service.” 

Another clap from the crowd.  This time with hoots and congratulations for Masters.

“Please graduates of the “Managed Bullying” program please take a seat behind me.”

The principal motions to a long row of seats behind him. The wrestling team takes their seats, pulling their slaves between their legs.  Most of the slaves are facing their Masters with their faces buried in their Master’s crotch.   Some are allowed to look forward while their Master plays with their naked chest, pinching and pulling on the slave's nipples.  I noticed, that these Masters are no longer the aggressive abusive bullies they once were.  They are dominant but with a touch of kindness when the slave needs it.  Master’s training has changed both the Masters and the slave's lives for the better.  

“Now, I would like to invite others to join the program.”

No one stands at first.  Then a brave boy stands up and walks out onto the gym floor.  He looks really nervous.  When he stands in front of the principal, the principal thanks him and ask if he wants to be a ‘Bully’ or a ‘Bullied boy’?

The replies, “Bullied boy, Sir.”

“Excellent, Good boy!  Thank you for your service.  Is there a bully that wants to own this boy?”

The principal pats the new boy on the back. 

Then a minute later the lead soccer player steps up from the breachers. 

He yells out to all, “I could use a slave to serve me.  What do I have to do.”

I remember him, Joe Black.  He always puts down the swim team.  Saying swimmers are all pussies.  That soccer is a man’s sport.  He is definitely a bully.  Far worse than any on the wrestling team.  I cannot wait to see what Master can do with him.  

He walks right up to the principal and is about to take the mic when Master grabs it from the principal’s hand before the asshole could take it. 

“Joe, is it?  First, you need to sign a contract and take a pledge for all to hear.  The contract will require you to only bully this boy here and know one else.  This is not some game.  You need to make a real effort.  If I caught you bullying anyone else then you would become my bullied boy.  Understand!”

Joe looks at Master first with a smile like he is joking. Then his face changes to a serious one. 

“Alex,  Yes I understand.  I want this boy more than anything I have ever wanted.”

Joe looks at the submissive boy like he is his prey, ready to rape the boy right here and now.  I can see the massive mound forming in his tight soccer pants. 

The boy now is shaking in fear.  I do not think he expected the worst bully to come up and claim him.  Yet, the boy too has a mound forming his shorts.  His body is betraying him. Or, it is telling him what he knows deep within, he is meant to be owned. 

The boy looks directly at me and I nod my head.  I see resolve forming in his face and then the rest of him. 

Master looks over at Nicky.  He rushes to a table off to the side and picks up two clipboards with a contract clipped to each.  Nicky hands one to Joe and the other to the boy.

Master orders, “Read the contract.  If you agree then sign it.”

Master then addresses the crowd, “Do we have any others that want to volunteer?  Remember, men at the end of the program, you potentially will have a permanent slave to own for the rest of your lives.  Just think how much easier it would be to have a slave do all the boring things so you can become the best man you can be.”

Some of the others are laughing and talking about how hot it would be to have a slave at their becking call.  Then three more guys come walking down the bleachers.   Oh Shit! Those are the three smartest guys in the school.  They look down on all the jocks like they are dumb stupid animals.  They are their own form of bullies. 

Then Joe hands the contract to Master who hands it to Nicky to read over it.  

Nicky comments, “All good, Master.”

Next, the boy hands his contract to Master.  

Again Nicky nods his head, “Same, Master, all is in order.” 

Master then looks at Nicky again.  Without saying a word, Nicky rushes over and picks up six more contracts.

Master asks the three men, “What will it be, Bully or Bullied boy?”

All three reply, “Bully,” with a smirk on their faces. 

Master again reminds them that if they are caught breaking the contract and bully anyone other than their designated bully then they will become his bullied boys.  They look at him with fear and respect.  They know what Master is capable of.  This morning he just put a teacher in his place.  He also enslaved his best friend.  Master is no one to fuck with.   

“Do you agree to the terms of the contract?”

They all say, “Yes we do!”

I can see they are fighting back from calling Master ‘Sir’ but it is right on the tip of their tongues.  I wonder which one will break the contract and be added to Master’s harem. 

“Good!”

Master then addresses the crowd once again.

“Do we have any boys that are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to help other bullied boys from becoming victims of these three bullies?”

After a few minutes, one by one three boys walk down the bleachers.  The three smart bullies look at the boys coming at them with a smirk.  They whisper to each other, no doubt degrading the boys who are about to submit to their every need. 

Nicky hands the submissive their contracts.  Each sits on the floor and reads the contract.  Then on their knees, they all sign it.  They have no idea how their lives are about to change forever!

The contract reads more like a slavery contract than anything else. In fact, once the slavery law goes into effect it will be a binding slavery contract to the "Managed Bullying" program.  

Both the bully and bullied boy's contracts read that the management of the program can do whatever is necessary to enforce the contract including physical and mental punishments.  The manager of the program can reassign owners of each bullied boy. Of course, right now it is the bullies they submitted to.  Yet, that could change by the time the contracts end.  Plus, since the slavery law starts at the age of 16, the parents have no say if their children wish to be enslaved and give up all human rights. 

Master calls out to the bullies and their bullied boy, “The contract for the ‘bullied boys’ is that they become owned by their ‘Bullies’ for the rest of the school year. Yet, they are still the property of the "Managed Bullying" program. After the terms of the contracts are over, the bullied boys have the option to make the ownership permanent by signing a legal volunteer slavery contract.   If for some reason their ‘Bullies’ break the rules of the contract then their ‘Bully’ and their ‘Bullied boy’ become owned by the manager of the 'Managed Bully' program which is me, Master Alex.  I will then reassign the bullied boy to a new bully.  At the end of the school year, the bully that broke the rules of the contract becomes my permanent slave or can I sell him to another Master.  Proceeds of the sale go back to the 'Managed Bullying' program.  In addition, all ‘Bullied boys;’ will be collared and tracked using esim chips embedded in the collars.  This is for the safety and control of the bullied boys.  For this program to work, the Bully needs to feel he is in complete control of his bullied boy.  If he doesn't feel he has complete control then he may be tempted to bully other boys he doesn't own. The collar ensures this control is possible."

Master looks at Nicky and nods, indicating that all contracts are signed.

Master raises his voice high but deeper, getting everyone's attention again 

"Good all contracts are signed. Therefore, all that is left is for each one of you to make the pledge to each other in front of everyone here and then collar your bullied boy. This will be recorded for your Bully to download at a later time.”

Master then has each boy kneel in front of his Bully and look up into his eyes. 

"Now Bullies, repeat after me, I promise to only bully boys I own.  As my boy, I now own you and will protect you from all other bullies. I will dominate you as I see fit, keeping my dominant nature directed towards my bullied boy only!  I swear to keep you safe from permanent harm. You're now mine, boy!”     
Each one of them repeats the promise to the boy in front of them.   I sadistic smirk from many of them. Others are lustful looks. All look confident in their ownership of the boy. 
“Good!  Now bullied boys, repeat after me.”
“I promise to obey my bully anytime and anywhere. I will submit to my bully to satisfy his dominant nature.  I submit to my bully for he owns me.  I sacrifice myself to save those who cannot protect themselves from my bully. Therefore, for the rest of the school year, I give myself to my owner freely and without any restrictions.”
All the boys repeat the pledge.
“Good boys!”

Master looks at Nicky and me.  

Master commands, “Bring the collars and place them in front of each boy.”

Nicky and I grab enough collars for the four bullied boys.  We place the collars between the boy and his new Bully.  Then we kneel on either side Master.. 

Master then commands, “Boys, hand the collars to your Bully.”

There is complete silence as everyone watches each boy hand a slave collar to his new owner.        
  
Each Owner takes the collar and feels the weight in their hands.  I see smiles and smirks from all the Owners. 

Master gives another command, “Open the collars in front of your bullied boy.”

Each Owner does as commanded.  I marvel at how much control Master has over all these boys even the Bullies.  

“Now bullied boys, lean into the collars so that the hinged side touches your neck.”

The whole school watches the boys with anticipation as they lean into the collars.  Master is smart.  This shows how willing the boys are to be collared.  No one can claim they were forced into being collared and eventually enslaved.    

Each boy leans forward, eyes fixed upward as best they can. 

"Now close the collars."

We all hear the electronic click of locks as the collars close. 

After a few seconds, some bullies let go of the collar, causing their boy to whine in pain as the collar falls onto the boy's shoulders. While others gently set the collars onto the boy’s shoulders.  You can tell who are the sadistic bullies and who just want a slave to own and care for.  In the corner of my eye, I see Nicky typing on a tablet. He did the same thing for the wrestling team. Keeping notes for Master to review later.  It will help guide his training program.  I suspect some of these bullies will end up his slaves at the end of the program.  He would have owned some of wrestling if it wasn't that they knew what he is capable of. After all, he enslaved one of their own and his best friend, slave Rob. 

Master then hands each Bully a new phone with the Master / slave app already installed. 

"This phone can control your boy’s collar with many features built into it.  Most important is this phone can track your bullied boy's whereabouts anywhere in the world. Note, however, I also have access to everything you do on the phone. This is to ensure you follow the rules of the contract you signed. Now hand me your personal phone."

The bullies smile at how much control they now have over their boys. Yet, frown when asked for their personal phone. 

Master sees this and yells at one of the bullies, "Are you already breaking the contract? Do I have to make an example out of you?  You would make an excellent slave. Do you want to join my harem, boy?" 

Fear flushes on the bully's face, "No, Sir. Here you go."

He quickly reaches into his pocket and hands the phone to Master. Master hands it to slave Nicky who copies all the contacts to the tablet and then transfers them to the new phone in the bully’s hand. 

One night when we were caged together, Nicky explained everything that is to happen today. That is why I know what to expect. 

"Now everyone give a big applause to our second group of recruits into the "Managed Bullying" program. May we have another successful group and wish them in their training to be reformed bullies with the help of their bullied boys."

The whole school eruption in claps and cheers. It's like we won a home sports game. 

Master then has his slaves show each bully how to use the Master / slave app. Yet, noticed that these phones it is called the Bully / Bullied Boy app.  That is smart.  Master can brand the program without everyone knowing that is really an app to control slaves.  

Master now has control over what is sent out from the phones as well.  This keeps the Master and slave law hidden until all the other schools adopt the “Manager Bullying” program.  Once bullying is stopped across the state then everyone will see that slavery is the key to fixing everything wrong with our country. 

The principal makes one last announcement, "Everyone there is one last hour before the end of the day. Please go to your class of the day." 

For the last class, we have the teacher who interrupted Master this morning in front of the school.  Mr White now looks nervous around Master.  I’m not surprised after what happened.  For this class, Master has me between his legs. Three of us Billy, Rob and me switch off being between our Master’s legs for each class.   Halfway through class, Master pulls his cock out and pushes it down my throat. He lets go of a piss he has been holding back since halfway through the assembly. 

Mr White stops his lecture and I assume he is staring at us, not believing what he is witnessing. 

Master comments, "Don't mind me. I just needed to take a leak and didn't want to miss your lectures, teach!  You can have the next one if you like?" 

Master laughs but stares hard at the teacher. 

"No… That is quite all alright, Sir!"

He then goes back to his lecture, trying unsuccessfully to not take glances at us. This is especially true when he gets hard and I start sucking him with long strokes, swirling my tongue around the head. This gives Mr White a full view of how massive Master really is! 

He has a hard time concentrating on teaching his lecture.  

Master whispers, "Good boy. Keep doing what you're doing."

He pats me on the head and I'm proud to help hook another potential slave. Maybe even another family in the process. 

When the class is over, Master has me put his cock away and stand up.  He walks over to Mr. White and spins him around to face Master.  Master grabs his face in both hands, kissing him passionately so Mr White melts into Master's arms.  All our classmates watch and some are even rubbing themselves.   

Once he is puddy Master's arm, he breaks the kiss.

"You're mine. Remember dinner, 7:00 pm.”

Master sees his phone on the desk. He picks it up and hands it to Mr. White. 

"Open it."

He unlocks the phone and Master grabs it out of his hand. Then texts himself.  Then hands the phone back to Mr. White. 

"Text me your home address."

I hear a second dig from Master's phone. 

"Good, I will be there at 7:00 pm. Have dinner ready.  Are you married?" 

"Yes, Sir. I have a husband."

“Does he work?”

“No, Sir he is as stay at home Dad.”

"So you have kids?"

"A boy in college."

"OK, make sure your son comes to dinner tonight."

"Why?" 

"Because I said so. Don't question me again, understand?" 

"Yes, Sir."

"Good! See your family tonight."

Master then walks out of the classroom without looking back.  He heads to the wrestling locker room. He changes into his captain's singlet, with the word Captain on the back. He looks so hot. 

Once again, he uses slave Rob to teach his teammates. Now a quarter of the team has beaten wrestling matches with Rob. Master's reward for the winner is to allow the winner to fuck Rob.  So, Rob is fucked daily by a quarter of his teammates.  After losing, he is kept in the winning hold and fucked right in front of everyone. Rob always is red-faced when he loses.  He looks so ashamed for failing his Master.  Plus, it was a match like these that got him enslaved in the first place.  So, I can only imagine when he is fucked on the mat it brings him to the day he was enslaved.  I'm sure that is why Master allows his teammates to fuck him in such a degrading way.  It’s a daily reminder of how his ego got him enslaved. 

After practice, Master takes us to his car and once again Rob drives us to our teacher’s home for dinner. 

When we reach Mr. White’s home, Master walks up to the door with his slaves in tow.  He rings the doorbell and the teacher opens the door quickly.  Master walks right in, pushing Mr. White out of the way. He sits down in a recliner and orders him to get him a drink.  The teacher’s husband is in shock.  

Yet, just like in class, Master just stare the teacher down until he caved.  My twin, Nicky, Rob and I kneel in our speedos beside our Master watching the whole scene in awe.  Master brings his attention to the husband.  He orders him to kneel while his husband rushes off as ordered.  The husband doesn’t understand. 

The husband yells out, "What the hell is going?" 

Master, not liking to be yelled at, gets up and backhands the man hard across the face.  He fall back on his ass, looking up at Master, a teenage boy who is now staring down at him with complete control of the situation.  Then, I saw the husband start to piss himself.     

Master sits back down and once again orders the husband to kneel in front of him.  This time he did as ordered.  

Master grabs the husband’s handsome face, pinching hard on his cheeks. 

"What's going on is that your cute husband tried to interfer with me and my slaves this morning.  So, I have decided to take him as my slave."  

He looks into Master's eyes with so much fear that I think he might piss himself again. 
 
At that moment, our teacher comes in with some iced tea and a bowl of sugar. He puts them on the nightstand beside the recliner. 

He looks at his husband kneeling in front of the man he calls Sir.  Yet, he doesn’t know what to do. 

Master orders, "Strip and kneel, slave", still looking deeply into the husband's eyes, not letting go of his face. 

The teacher strips and kneels without complaining.  The husband glances to the side when the teacher kneels beside his husband. 

“Look at me, boy! Your husband is just doing what he knows is right!  As you can see your dear old husband is happy to do as I ordered."

Master looks our teacher up and down. 

"You will make an excellent addition to my harem. You want that don't you."

Master uses his free hand to slap the hard dick pointing straight out from our teacher. 

He grunts in response to the painful slap to his dick. Yet, that doesn’t deter him from what he says next. 

"Yes, Master."

It's the first time he calls him Master. 

I hear a gasp come from the husband. 

Master lets go of the husband and he sits back on his thighs, keeping his eyes fixed on Master. 

Master looks at the husband, "Do you want to join him as my slave?" 

The Husband looks down confusion on his face. 

Master gives more details about becoming his slave. 

"Your husband just agreed to be my slave. What that means is I own him. He is mine now. He will sign a slavery contract which after tomorrow will be legally binding in our community. I will collar him with the same collars my other slaves wear. His mind and body are mine to do with as I see fit. All of his assets will automatically be transferred to me once his slavery is legal."

Master pauses to let that sink in for both of them. 

"But the house is ours. You can't just take it from us."

The teacher adds, "Yes, he can because the house is in my name and we never did get officially married."

The teacher looks at his partner, "I'm sorry Wayne but you know I have always wanted a bull in our lives.  You need to see how big Master's cock is."

With that invite, Master orders the teacher to pull out his cock! 

When all 10 inches are lying out in front of the husband, he gasps. 

"It… It's Hugh! Has he fucked you with that?" 

"No, my love, not yet. I'm hoping we do it together.  We have talked about this many times. Sorry, You're just not big enough for me. I need that!, " pointing at Master's monster. 

"I know we talked about a bull but don't you think this is extreme."

"Yes, my love but I need him to control me. When Master caned my back this morning I knew I wanted more."
 
Master then lifts his hand high in the air and slams it down on the teacher’s defenseless dick. 

The teacher takes the beating and moans out in pain and pleasure. My twin and I know how that feels. It's wonderful! 

"See I love when he hits me." 

"But he is abusing you!"

"No, he isn't. Not if I like it. I think you might enjoy it too."

Dam! This reminds me of when I convinced my brothers to enslave themselves. 

"Do you think I would?" 

The teacher leans over and kisses his husband passionately. 

Master just smirks at the exchange. He doesn’t have to do the convincing.  His newest slave is doing all the work for him. 

"What about our son?"

Master then interrupts, "I will make the same offer to him. Yet, I will add that I will pay for his college and he will come to work for my dad when he graduates."

"See, Master takes care of his slaves. Besides, our son is on scholarship probation. If he continues as he is then we will not be able to afford to send him to his college. He will have to drop out." 

Master adds, "My father has the resources to pay for all of his college expenses."

"Sir, he is a freshman. You’re talking 4 to 6 years if he wants a Masters degree."

"That's is no problem as long as he agrees to my slave too and work for my dad after graduation."

"So, you would fuck my son too?" 

"Of course. You all would be my property. I use my property however I wish. Fucking is just one of many uses you will have to serve me."

"How else would we have to serve you, Sir."

That's the second time the husband calls Master, Sir. 

"Including sexual use, you will serve me as domestic slaves, foot and body massage service slaves, and hard manual labor slaves, like construction workers if I need something built. I already have plans for your son on the college campus. He will be very useful assuming he submits to me too.  I will use your husband to encourage more boys to join the “Managed Bully” program.  As a teacher, he will have a different type of influence on the boys than I have.  He will become an advocate for legalizing volunteer slavery in other schools as well."

"Our son? What plans?" 

"That is between your son and me."

"So, we will have no say in what happens with our son?" 

"Correct! That's the price for becoming my slaves.  I make all the decisions for your family.  I will own your family after all."

"Now, you need to decide if you want this or not. You can leave now and never see your family again. Or you can serve me alongside your husband and most likely your son too. Make your decision now or I will throw you out."

I can see the husband milling over everything Master and the teacher slave said.  After a few minutes, I see his dick is growing in his dress slacks. Yes, the idea of becoming a slave excites him. 

He lowers his head in defeat to his need to serve and be with his family.  That's the same reason my fathers chose to be enslaved too. To be with us. I laugh to myself, I see my parents every day but we can never talk to each other. They have their own Master and I have mine. This family might be different.  It depends on what Master allows. 

The husband nods his head. 

Master orders, "Say it. Tell me what you want?" 

"Sir, I want to be with my husband. I don't want to lose him or my son."

"Then say it. Tell me what you will do to be with them?" 

With a deep breath, he whispers, "I will become your slave, Sir."

"Louder! Look at me and use my propert title. Be proud!" 

The husband looks up into Master's dominating stare. 

With a deeper and louder voice, he says with pride, "I WILL BECOME YOUR SLAVE, MASTER!" 

Master smiles with a wide grin and pats him on the head. I hear a moan escape his lips. 

Master orders, "Strip, slave." 

He quickly removes all but his underwear.

"Those too. You can no longer hide that body from me. It's mine now. Remember that. No clothes in this house. After tomorrow you will never wear clothes again." 

He removes his underwear with his mouth open at the reality of his new life. 

"Nicky, bring in two collars and two contracts."

Nicky rushes out the front door and comes back with the collars and contracts.  He hands the contracts to Master. 

Master throws the contracts with two pens on the floor in front of both boys.  

"Read and sign them or leave now and never come back!" 

Both boys pick up the contracts and read its twice.  Then they pick up the pens and sign their freedoms away. They are no longer free men. They are slave boys who have joined me into a life of servitude. 

Master picks up the contracts and hands them to Nicky. Nicky in turns hands a collar to Master. 

"This collar symbolizes to me and everyone that I own you. Yet it's more than that. It tracks your every move globally. It can also punish you from a distance. It controls your every movement. If you stray from your assigned path the GPS built into it will notify me of your location.  So, with this collar, I completely control you.  As your Master and Owner it's my right to collar you right." 

Master then opens the collar as he did to me many months ago. 

Master orders to the husband, "Lean into the collar until you feel the metal on the front of your neck."

He does as ordered as his whole body shakes. Is it a shake of fear or excitement? 

Master closes the collar and now he is Master's property. 

Master does the same thing to our teacher. He smiles and stares down at Master's massive cock.

"Good boys. Now let's eat. When will your son be home?" 

The husband says nervously, "Any moment from now, Master."

"Good, slaves set the table. When your son comes home then we can start dinner" 

They look up at Master and say, "Yes, Master!," then run off to do as ordered. 

Master looks at us, "Lose the speedos. They are no longer needed in this house."

We strip quickly.  Master gets up, walks into the dining room, and sits at the head of the table. He is now the head of this household. 

His newest slaves quickly set the table before their son gets home.  Master allows them to sit at the table. I'm sure it will be the last time.

Nicky, Rob, Billy, and I kneel on either side of Master. 

When everyone is seated, their son walks in the house, kicking off his shoes when he comes in. 

"Dads, I'm home. What is it you wanted me home for dinner tonight?  I’m starving!" 

He then walks in the dining room and stops dead in his tracks. His mouth falls open. Seeing his naked Dads with slave collars around their necks. 

"Fuck! Dads this is some kinky shit!  What the hell is going on?" 

He then sees us kneeling beside Master.

“Who are those naked boys and who is this hot guy at the head of the table?” 

A typical, horny teenager, eyes Master up and down.  Before his Dads can say, Master gets up and shakes the sons hand. 

They shake and Master asks, "What is your name, son."

"Ricky, but I'm not your son."

Master replies, "That might change soon enough."

"What?" 

Master ignores the question and pulls out a chair for Ricky. He takes a seat, yet still confused by the whole scene in front of him. 

"Dads why are you naked? Again who is the hot guy?  Is he some kinky Dom for hire?" 

Master laughs, "No, not at all. I'm Master Alex. You can call me Alex unless you want to be my slave like your Dads are."

"Slaves! Fuck Dad I didn't think you were in that shit."

He looks his Dad up and down with new interests. 

"So, Alex, how long have you owned my Dads? I have seen Master and slave relationships at college but never had the opportunity to see one up close like this."

"Your Dads signed their slavery contract today and I collared them just before you arrive."

"Holly Shit.  How long have you known my Dads."

"Well, one of your Dads is my teacher so have known him for a while. I just met you other Dad tonight!" 

He looks at his dad, the teacher, "You enslaved yourself to one of your students? Couldn't you lose your job for that?"

Shaking his head in disbelief. 

Master interjects, "Not at all. The highschool is embracing Domination and submission among the students. Plus, I have control of the school principal. He does what I say."

"Is he your slave too?" 

"No, not exactly. He is a slave to one of my friend's mother.  The principal's Mistress lets me control him at school."

"I'm impressed. You know you are cute and I like domination and submission in bed. I guess you would call me a switch. I just never did anything outside of the bed.  Yet, I can see the appeal of having a slave at your becking call."

Master looks at this young hot cocky boy. Then a smile forms on his face. 

"I have a proposal for you."

Ricky laughs, "I hope it's not to be like my Dads. I like to fuck to much. Yet, I can take orders when required."

"Well, Ricky, would you like to dominate your Dads?" 

"HELL YEAH!,” he yells out in excitement.  

Both Dads yell out, "RICKY!" 

Master looks at THEM with a growl, "QUIT, SLAVES."

Master then looks at Ricky with a bright smile, "I can see you're in favor of dominating your Dads. However, to do that you would have to become my Alpha slave. At home, you can do as you wish to your dads, my slaves. As long as it doesn't interfere with my plans for them."

Ricky looks at Master suspiciously, "What do I have to do for you as your Alpha slave?"

Master smiles mischiefly, "To obey me completely.  As your Master I would own you completely without limits. I will of course fuck you, beat you, degrade you. You’ll be my submissive slut. Of course, you will wear my collar just like all my slaves do. I will even sweeten the pot.  I will even pay for your college. However, you will be punished if you don't get all A's. Trust me I can motivate my boys so you will want to do well.  Plus, you will work for my dad after you graduate. I will even pay for a Masters degree."

"Interesting. I get to dominate my parents, free schooling and a job. Sounds sweet."

"Your forgetting to ask the most important question."

"What's that?"

"The length of your slavery contract."

"How long?" 

"Your entire life. Not mine but yours if I die your contract is transferred to my father or my brother. If they die before me then you will be sold and the profit will go to one of my Father's charities. You would be a slave for the rest of your life!" 

"Fuck! That’s heavy man. Is that what’s in my dads’ contracts."

"Yes, they are slaves for life.  Soon, if my father has his way, it will be the law of the land."

"What happens if I refuse to be your Alpha slave?"

"Then you have to move out. This house will be mine soon.  I can't have free men living with my slaves. You would corrupt my training of them.  Yes, all my slaves go through the same intense slave training. I need them devoted to me and only me. You would go through the same training process. This house will be converted into a slave quarters and all your personal possessions will be discarded or burned. All my slaves have gone through this so they can be molded into a slave I want them to be. "

I look under the table to Ricky has pulled out his cock and is stoking to everything Master laid for his future as Master's Apha slave.
 
He liking the idea more now. Interesting. 

Master reaches under the table and grabs his hard 8 inch cock. 

"I see you like the idea of being completely controlled and trained by me. You long for lifetime of service to me. I feel it in your cock and in your eyes."

Master strokes his cock faster and faster while his parents watch their son get manipulate in becoming a life long slave. They made this all happen. Are they regretting their decision now? Well it's too late for them but not for their son. 

Ricky moans out, "OH GOD! PLEASE SIR!" 

"You love my touch, my control. You want to cum, don't you?" 

"Yes Sir, please make me cum."

Just before the boy shoots Master lets go. He then grabs Ricky out of the chair. He swipes the untouched food onto the floor.  He turns Ricky around and bends him over the table, with his ass exposed. Ricky is looking right at his parents, knowing what Master intends to do. 

"Tell me what you want, BOY!"

Ricky is now embarrassed but still horny as hell. He will do anything to cum. 

"Please Sir, Fuck me!"

Master rips his pants down to his ankles. 

Meanwhile, his parents see their son as a true slut for the first time. Yet, they are just as horny as their son. They stroke each other while watching their son about to be fucked by their Master. He hasn't even fuck them yet!  At some level, they must be jealous of their son. 

Master orders, "Lube". 

The teacher slave runs into the master bedroom and comes out with some lube. 

"Loosen up your boy for me."

To the shock of the husband, the boy's dad pushes his tongue into his son's hole.  Fuck this is getting exciting.  I love watching Master fuck a new boy. 

Once the son's hole is loosened up from his father's tongue, the father pushes his lubed fingers up his son's hole. Soon he has 4 fingers in his son. 

Master pushes the father away, "Good enough!" 

"Now, lube up my cock."

FUCK! His father is helping his son get fucked by his Master.  Master is an amazing man! 

Master orders, "Line up my cock."

The father grabs massive cock and points at his son’s hole.

Master then pushes the head of his cock into the hole. 

Ricky yells out, "OH FUCK! IT IS SO HUGE!" 

I know what the boy is feeling. Taking Master wide cock for the first time is painful no matter how prepared you are.  It feels like you're getting fisted.  I don't know what is better Master's cock or his fist. I have had both. 

Master pushes more into the son slowly, pulling all the way out every so often.  It takes time for a new hole to adjust to a monster that big. 

Master looks down at the dad kneeling at his feet. 

"Be useful, suck your son's cock."

The husband tries to object but Master pushes the teacher between the son’s legs.  He then plunges his massive cock all way into the son’s hole again.  The son cries out in pain. 

At the same time, Master backhands the disobedient husband for objecting to his commands.  

Then he orders, "Join my other slave under the table. Keep your son hard and on the edge. But don't you dare make him cum.  You don't want to feel my punishment for disobedience again. A bitch slap is nothing."

The other father squeaks out, "Yes Master!," and rushes under the table to join in worshiping his son's cock. 

Master is preparing the fathers for the day when their Alpha son orders them to suck him.  They will be used to the idea of sucking their son off. 

Master is just as manipulative as his father, Master Frank.  However, from a Master’s perspective, it is just training. 

All of sudden, Master grabs th back of the son's shirt and rips it right off the boy.  Now he is naked from his ankles up.  
 
Master leans over the while continuing to fuck him, hard and deep. He grabs ahold of his sensitive nipples, twisting and pinching them as hard as he can.  Master has a vice grip.  He licks up the boys long neck ending in he the boy’s ear.  This just send ripples pleasure throughout the boy's body.  He is now moaning pure bliss!  

Just for a second, he stops licking the boy and looks down at me, "Remove his pants. He needs to be naked like all slaves should be."

I quickly move between Master’s and the boy's legs.  I carefully lift each leg and pull off his pants, underwear, and socks. Now he is completely naked as Master always likes his boys to be. 

I'm so close to Master's balls that I can't help myself and start licking them.  It’s more difficult to lick them while he is fucking since they are bouncing between the boy's legs.  Yet, I move my head to match Master’s movements.  
 
I hear Master’s moans change some, so, I know I helping him achieve a blissful orgasm as he so richly deserves. 

I move my tongue between his balls to the underside of his cock as it backs out of the hole.  Master’s cock is covered in precum mixed with the boy’s juices.  It tastes so good. 

From the view I have, I can see the fathers are enjoying their son's big cock. They share in licky up and down his hard shaft, swapping their tongues against each other.  Yet, when their son is close to shooting his load they back off as Master ordered them to.   

Yes, I think they will end up excellent slaves for our Master. 

Finally, after an hour of fucking Master slams his massive cock deep into the boy's hole, letting out his signature primeval roar I'm so used to when dumps a loud after completely dominates a boy. 

Master lays on top of the boy for about 20 minutes before recovering. Slowly, he pulls out of the hole.  I quickly clean up his cock as he stands up. His cock still hasn't gone down.

He then grabs the collar of one of the parents, dragging him out from under the table.  Master forces his mouth into his son's hole.  More training to serve his son in the future. 

Your job is to clean up after your Master.  Suck my cum out of your son's hole. 

The parent does exactly that, while he grabs the other parent, dragging him out from under the table next.  Master picks him up, slamming him face down on the table next to his son.  Father and son stare at each other. 

Master orders, "Ready the next hole."

So, I bury my face into the father's hole, getting it loose for my fingers.  As I'm licking, I lube up my fingers and start opening up the new hole for Master's cock. 

Once, Master thinks the hole is wide enough, he pushes me aside and enters the second hole in this family. 

The father lifts his head, not excepting such a wide cock. 

I hear the son comforting his father, "It will get better once Master starts fucking you. You just need to bear the pain until it turns to extasy.  Trust me, Dad it's better than any drug you have ever tried."

The son grabs his father's hand then leans in and kisses his dad. The distraction seems to help. 

Master has now corrupted another family to his will. This boy is going to fuck his Dads every chance he gets.  

Master fucks the father for another hour and a half. 

Once he dumps his load, he pulls out and grabs the second father from the floor and throws him on the other side of his son.   

I once again prepare the hole for Master.  Their son again comforts his other Dad while I prepare the hole.   As expected Master shoves me out of the way when the hole is ready.  The son kisses his other father, as he tries to scream out in pain.  Yet, the scream is muffled by the kiss. 

While Master is busy fucking the father, he orders, "Boy clean out your Dad's hole."

The son stops kissing his Dad and whispers, "Yes, Master."

Master has finally broken the boy. He is accepting him as his Master. 

The son kneels behind his dad's hole and slowly moves forward. I stop him, telling him to lick up the cum running down his dad’s leg.  I watch as the son traces his tongue along the long line of cum running down his Dad’s leg.  I can see how humiliating he feels.  His face turns a deep shade of red. I smile at him and nod my approval.  This only adds to his humiliation.  I’m sure he has never been subjected to this level of humiliation.  It's good for new boys to be brought down to the reality of what their life will be like.  The sooner he forgets about his own shame and focuses on our Master the better off he will be. 

He finally buries his face into his father's hole.  I encourage him to go deeper. 

When he gets as much cum out of the hole as possible, I motion for him to join me under Master's balls.  I also show him how to lick the underside of Master's cock as Master fucks his Dad. He does that while that while I work on Master's balls.  Both of us working on him seems to help get him to cum in 45 minutes, half the time when fucking the other father. 

This time after Master pulls out, I have Ricky clean off his cock. I can tell he is somewhat grossed out. Yet, he ignores his discomfort to please Master.  Master pets his head and smiles down at him. 

He asks, "Are you now ready to be my slave? To own you as my property for the rest of your life?" 

Ricky looks up at Master with the devotion that all slaves end up with after they are fucked. 

He is superior to us in every way possible. His cock just is part of the whole package but a major part! 

The son pulls off Master's cock and speaks with a lot more conviction than he did before. 

"Yes, Master! I do. I can't be without your cock. I love it so much!" 

"Good! That's what I wanted to hear. I have plans for you, my newest slave in my harem."

Without taking his eyes off his new conquest, "Nicky bring me another contract and collar."

While Nicky runs back to the car, Master grabs Ricky by his hair and drags him to the recliner again. Ricky screams out in pain as he has no time to crawl. Master seems a little impatient with the boy.  It took a lot to get this boy to submit. 

Master sits down and pulls the boy onto his cock once again. The boy seems to recover quickly from the harsh treatment. That's another good sign he will make an excellent slave. It’s our job to do whatever he wants no matter how hard it might be. 

Ricky eyes start to bulge out and I realize why. Master is pissing down the boy's throat. 

This is the start of a whole lot of new experiences for the young boy. 

Nicky arrives with the contract and collar.  After Master finishes pissing, he pulls out of the boy’s throat. The boy has to wipe his mouth with his arm to get the last bits of piss that drips out. 

Master throws a contract and pen to the naked degraded and humiliated boy kneeling in front of him. 

"Read and sign!," is all that Master has to say. 

The boy picks up the contract with shaking hands. When he is done reading it and he puts it down in front of him, staring at the contract that will change his life forever!  He now knows what it means to be Master’s slave. 

His fathers see the turmoil on their son's face. He is having doubts. So they crawl to either side of him and rub his back. They are the ones comforting him now. 

"Son, you can do this. We are with you. We know now that this is what is best for our family. We don't want to loose you.  Just think, you will be able to fuck your dads any time you want.  We will be your submissives and all three of us will serve our Master together. We will be closer than ever before. We love you, son. Please sign the contract."

He looks at his dads then one at a time they pull him into a deep passionate kiss. They are now lovers and a slave family. 

The son picks up the pen and signs his freedom away with a smile.  

Nicky hands the collar to Master and he opens it, waiting for the son. 

Both fathers push their son closer to Master's open collar. They guide their son into the collar that will control him from this point forward. 

Master closes the collar, locking the boy up for the rest of his life! There is no turning back now. The collar ensures he belongs to our Master.  I hug him and the fathers, congratulating them in joining Master's harem. 

Master gets our attention, "Kneel, Slaves."

All of his seven slaves kneel in front of him with their hands behind their backs. The new slaves watch the more experienced slaves for what to do. 

"Now Slave Ricky, I told you I have plans for you.  Well, I do. I want to create a new fraternity chapter. The fraternity will only have two classifications of membership, Masters and slaves.  My father has already purchased a house near campus. Your duty is to establish the fraternity in the house and get it sponsored by the Greek console. Then I want one at every campus across the nation.  You don’t know yet but volunteer slavery will be the law in this community after tomorrow. Then we will spread it to every small town across the state via a "Managed Bullying" program I created in our high school.  It will spread from school to school.  Now, slave! Your duty is make colleges just as accepting of Masters and slaves as the town high schools will be.  Do I make myself clear, slave?"

"Yes, Master. I understand the goal.  Master, I have no experience managing a fraternity. How can I fix this issue?" 

"First you will join a fraternity. Get elected to an office. Then learn all you can on how to run a fraternity."

"Yes, Master. I understand. I will join a fraternity to learn how it works and then use that knowledge to create the Master / slave fraternity. I will do my best to serve your wishes, Master."

"Good boy. We are counting on you as our voice on campus.  Make everyone understand that slavery should be embraced for it will save us from our own selfish domination of others who don't want to be dominated. We are going to train Masters to be respectful of others who don't think the same way as us. I never forced you to be my slave, did I? "

"No Master. It was my choice. I will show others they can choose to be a slave just like I did. Thank you Master for showing me I made the right choice for my life. Freedom is overrated."

Master laughs heartily, "Yes it is, my lovely slave. Yes, it is!  Now! Let’s have the dinner we should have had earlier. BTW all my slaves eat from dog dishes and a special slave staw. I will order some for my special slave family. You three, fathers and son, clean up the kitchen. Get it ready for only me to eat at the table. You know where you must eat from now. 

All three slaves say, "Yes, Master," and quickly crawl away to do their Master’s bidding. 

Master has my twin and I rub his feet while Rub nurses his cock. Nicky rubs his back. He smiles down at us. 

"Well that was fun wasn't it?"

All four of us reply, "Yes, Master."