Owning my Family: Chapter 25

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 Eddy (teacher slave). Master Alex starts training the new enslaved family of his teacher. Plus, the slave son (Ricky) dominates the fathers while Master Alex trains him to be an Alpha slave.

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 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.

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 years old, 5ft 8 inches tall, 150 pounds, blonde and blue eyes, and 6.5 cut dick.
Slave Eddy White (Teacher) - Permanent slave of Master Alex. Master Alex’s Teacher. 45 years old, 5ft 5 inches tall, 130 pounds, 6 inches cut dick.
Slave Scotty White - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Stay-at-home partner of slave Eddy White. 43 years old, 5th 5 inches tall, 129 pounds, 4.5 inches uncut dick.
Slave Ricky White - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Son of slaves Eddy and Scotty White. The biological son of slave Scotty White. 20 years old. 5th 10 inches tall, 160 pounds, 7 inches uncut dick.

POV slave Eddy (teacher slave)

I’m naked with a heavy steel collar around my neck and I just signed a slavery contract to one of my students. Not only me but my whole family are now slaves to my student. What have I done? My student, Master Alex, convinced my family and me to give themselves to him. He triggered something in my family that I didn't realize existed. We are all submissives. He saw it in me this morning when I tried to protect one of his slaves from what I thought at the time was abuse. Boy, was I wrong! Now, my family is paying the price. He saw the same submission in my husband and my son as he saw in me. Unbelievably, my family and I are now naked and collared in a slavery contract to a 16 year old young man for the rest of our life!

This young man has more confidence than most older men including myself! He must get it from his Father. I’ve seen his father attend school board meetings. The times I attended these meetings, he easily took control of the room. Those meetings were the first time I realized how powerful Master’s father, Frank, really is. His son commands people just like his father can! When Master caned me out front of the school, I finally realized how truly submissive I am. This realization scared me, so I ran off like a scared puppy!

In the school assembly, when he took charge talking about the 'Managed Bullying' program, I got aroused at how easily he took control of all the students. Watching him take control of the bullies and the bullied boys was amazing! I never saw anyone take charge of the football team’s captain like that! None of us teachers can control the boy. Yet, my Master could with ease. I was so hard throughout the assembly and the rest of the day. When he confronted me again in class, I was too weak and horny to deny him anything. My horniness and admiration of him motivated me to obey him. So, when he invited himself over to my house, I couldn’t deny his demands. Despite my inability to disobey him, I was also very afraid of him. It was the same feeling that I had for one of my professors in college. Yet, Master is even more amazing than my professor's dominant personality. Foolishly, I tried to be like my professor when I confronted Master in front of the school this morning. I learned quickly I'm not as strong-willed as my professor or Master. That was the moment everything changed. Something I kept hidden abruptly came to the surface when Master caned me. The hidden submission took control of my dick and my weak mind. I now understand it’s my submissive nature that have to follow. I’m to weak now that Master has tighten his control of my submissive nature. With the slavery contract and the collar, I will be his for the rest of my life!

My husband, Scotty, and I couldn’t satisfy each other in bed. We are too much alike. Both submissives, with me pretending to be dominant in bed. I tried to act like my professor with him, burying my submissive side. I kept up the act for years until I convinced myself I was the man of the house. I expected dinner to be ready when I got home, the house was always clean, the laundry was done and put away and etc. Scotty is like a housewife in the 50s. He embraced his role as the ever-loving obedient husband. I accepted the same obedience from my son. For their disobedience, they both have received bare-ass spankings many times. Just last week I spank Ricky for not cleaning up his room. After the spanking they seem to be more obedience so I felt it worked. I also was proud of both of them for obeying my rules until they needed punishments again.

Now! I have to laugh to myself thinking I trained my family to be slaves and that's why they submitted to Master so easily. It's my fault they are slaves to him. The financial incentive was just icing on the cake. Deep down my family and I want this like a drug addict that needs a fix!

However, I was shocked when my son admitted he wanted to dominate his fathers. I have a feeling those dominate thoughts are directed at me for the punishing him growing up. He has always been closer to Scotty then me. Maybe deep down I resented their closeness and spanked him harder then needed.

When I spanked him, he took them like a man, never crying, just grunting like a man! His strict upbringing made him both a submissive and dominant young man. I now imagine my son spanking me like I used to spank him. I showed him how to spank and now he might use what I taught him on my husband and me!

Master orders the food that fell on the floor to be the meal for my family. He has my husband grind it up in a blender and put it in bowls. It’s enough for both my family and Master’s other young slaves. My husband places a long row of bowls on the floor with the unpleasant looking meal. I always looked forward to my husbands meals. Now! I’m not so sure. It can’t taste the same.

While Scotty was preparing our dinners, I warmed up the leftovers on the stove and served it to Master who is now sitting at the head of the table. The same chair I used to sit in while my husband served me my dinners.

Master looks at my son, “Boy, get under the table and service your Master’s cock.”

I watch my son crawl under the table and suck his cock like it is a normal everyday thing! There must be dried cum and ass juices on it by now. That can’t taste good. Yet, I hear him sucking our Master with the eagerness of a slut! It sounds the same way my husband sucks me off.

Master then looks at me, “Massage and lick my feet as I eat this delicious-smelling food your slave husband made for me.”

I crawl under the table behind my son and start massaging Master’s feet. I’m forced to watch my only son become a cock loving slut to our Master. Master lifts his foot to my mouth. It smells strong being he came from his wrestling practice before coming over. Plus, I’m sure he built up more sweat from fucking my family’s holes.

I know I have no choice but to open my mouth, lean forward, and take the foot in my mouth. I suck each toe like it’s a cock. The taste is not as bad I as thought it would be. In fact, I kind of like it. Wanting more, I lick between each toe and find more built-up dried sweat. I really have to lick hard to clean between the toes. Watching my son enjoying our Master’s cock only makes me hornier and more submissive to the foot in my mouth. I suck and lick just as eagerly as my son is sucking Master’s cock. I see the naked legs of Scotty running back and forth getting whatever our Master wants, like tea, sugar, salt, and pepper, etc. Master drops a knife and Scotty kneels down to grabs it. He gets an eye full as he briefly looks at our son and me. He smiles at us both and shakes his head knowingly. I used to be the one who dominated him in the same matter. He now looks at me in a whole new way. When we talked about getting a bull in our bed, he was the one who first brought it up. Despite my ‘act’ of domination, he knew I couldn’t satisfy him. So, we both agreed to add a bull to spice things up for both of us to get what we need. Now, we have more than just a bull in our lives!

I clean both feet as Master’s other slaves eat their dinner with just their mouths. It must be so humiliating to eat like an animal. I also wonder how it will taste. My husband always makes the most delicious meals. Yet, being blended up like that can’t taste as good. Master’s other younger slaves don’t seem to care one way or the other. In the corner of my eye, I see them eat like farm animals. They are finished in no time. WOW! Master did train them well. They do everything he commands quickly without complaining or questioning his orders. Like in the school assembly, I’m impressed. My husband never responded like those young slaves do for our Master. It was like my husband deep down knew I wasn’t a real dominant. I figured that is why he brought up the bull idea in the first place. I couldn’t blame him for asking. I even agreed with him and we were starting to look for a bull before our enslavement.

After the young slaves finish eating and drinking water from the bowls, Master orders, “OK, you three can eat now. Rob, replace Ricky sucking my cock. Jimmy and Billy take over serving my feet. Nicky, serve as my butler.”

With a pop, my son pulls Master’s cock out of his mouth. Rob quickly crawls under the table, while my son and I crawl over to the bowls of food and water. My son is beside me and my husband kneels on the other side of me. All three of us bend over and go for the water first. I guess we are all very thirsty after serving Master. We first try to lick up the water like a dog does. However, we don’t get much water.

Master orders, “Nicky, show them how to drink like a proper slave animal.”

Nickie replies, “Yes, Master.”

He walks over to us between my husband and me. He bends over, placing one hand on each of our heads. I’m not sure what he’s doing which makes me nervous. I’m shocked when my face is pressed into the water. As a self-preservation response, I try to push my face out of the water. Yet, Nicky holds our heads firmly under the water.

He instructs, “Suck in the water like you would through a straw.”

After realizing he is not going to let me up, I do as instructed. To my surprise, it works. I suck up the water quickly. Now, I feel foolish for trying to lick up the water. Of course, we can’t lick much water with our human tongues. Dogs have long tongues designed to lick lots of water. Resisting him was stupid too. He is just doing as our Master ordered.

When we start sucking up the water, he lets go of our heads. Then walks back to Master’s side. Our son watches us and then follows our lead. All three of us suck up as much water as we can.

Now! I realize our asses are up in the air and my face goes red, feeling humiliated. I feel the air conditioning blow across my hole as I realize it's still open from being fucked by Master’s massive cock not that long ago.

When my face emerges from the water bowl, I look at my son and husband. They both have red faces too. They are just as humiliated as I am. We look at our food and don’t want to humiliate ourselves more. Yet, my ass knows what it feels like to disobey our Master. So, I’m the first to bury my face in the blended-up meal I used to look forward to every night. I start eating and soon hear my son and husband doing the same.

Once again my ass is exposed and my open hole is feeling the cool breeze. It’s a reminder of how Master showed his dominance over me and my family when he fucked all of us over the kitchen table.

Master adds to our humiliation by throwing fruit at our holes. He is trying to get a grape in our holes. Each time he misses a hole, one of his other younger slaves chases after it on the floor. I assume he is eating the grape. After a few tries, he finally gets a grape in each of our holes. This is so fucking humiliating! He is using our holes as toys for his amusement. Not in a million years would I have thought my hole be used in such a game!

To make matters worse, Master orders, “Alpha slave, retrieve the grapes and bring them back to me.”

With food stuck to his face from feeding like a dog, he gets behind me. I wonder if he still has a grape in his ass.

By this time, we are done eating and I Iook between my legs. I see my son get behind me.

“Teacher bitch, don’t push it out. Let your son suck it out.”

I look over my shoulder to see my son is just as humiliated at being ordered to suck on his father's hole as I am! He quickly pushes his face into my hole, running his tongue up and down my crack. He is trying to dislodge the grape with his tongue. Yet, this just causes the grape to go deeper. So, he has to push his face to my hole to create a suction. He sucks hard causing me to moan as I feel the grape being sucked out of my hole. It’s like a small anal bead Scotty and I used on each other when we were younger and experimenting.

OH SHIT! I’m getting horny from my son’s sucking a grape out of my hole! The grape finally, comes out.

Master orders, “Don’t eat it, boy. Bring it to me!”

The thought of my son eating fruit from my hole is both applauding and erotically stimulating at the same time. What I didn’t expect was to enjoy his young warm tongue in my hole. Usually, I’m the one rimming Scotty to help him relax his hole before I fuck it.

My son crawls to our Master’s open hand and drops the grape into it like a good doggy would. He even pats my son on the head.

Master then orders me to do the same for my son. He presents his ass to me. I’m no novice at rimming a boy. Yet, doing something so intimate with my son is embarrassing and exciting at the same time. I soon get a good suction and the grape pops into my mouth.

My face gets a deeper shade of red as I crawl to Master and drop the last grape in his open hand. I do feel like a pet he’s training.

My son kneels beside me, bowling his head in respect to our Master. WOW! I have never seen him so submissive to anyone in my life. Master just humiliated the shit out of him and he still submissively kneels at his Master’s feet without being ordered.

Master pats both of our heads, “Good, boys.”

I hear my son whisper, “Thank you, Master.” and I do the same

His voice is both grateful and humble. Master pats his head again, then orders, “Retrieve the last grape for me, my good boy.”

My boy turns around, red-faced, and crawls to his father’s hole. He does the same thing he did to me. I hear Scotty moan even louder them me. He has always been the louder one when we had sex. I love hearing him scream for me. Now he is moaning as my son gives him anal pleasure at the behest of our Master. He dutiful crawls back to Master and drops the third grape in his open hand.

Master orders, "Bitches get back in position. Keep those asses in the air!"

I watch Master throw the grapes at our holes. He misses and orders my son to retrieve what he misses. I think he missed on purpose just to humiliate and train my son to be his obedient pet. Each time he either missed or made it in our holes, my son would use only his mouth to retrieve the grapes. I think my son is starting to have fun being Master’s pet. After a while, he is smiling and no longer red-faced. The training is working! My son is not only getting used to obeying our Master but he is enjoying it. I watch his hard cock bouncing while he crawls around the dining room floor.

After Master has his fun training my son, he orders us to clean each other’s faces by licking each other. This is the most humiliating thing yet! I have to lick my son’s partially dried food off his face.

Once our faces are clean, Master orders my family to my son’s bedroom. He has my son put all of his personal items in a trash bag including most of his clothes. My son tries to complain but he slaps my son’s face and orders him to remove the pictures, trophies, game stations, and fiction books except what is needed for school. I see my 20 year old son is now crying like an 8 year old kid. He has never shown this much vulnerability even at 8 years old. I always thought he would be the dominant top in any relationship he would have. Seeing him this vulnerable is shocking!

Master orders me to stay in the bedroom while teaching my son some respect.

So I’m now in my son’s twin bed hearing Master spanking my son. I wince at remembering him caning my ass in front of the school. Why did I try to challenge him? How stupid was that! I kick myself for being so stupid.

I hear Scotty begging Master to take it easy on our son.

“Bitch, don’t you ever tell me what to do!”

Then a hard slap is heard. This time it didn’t sound like my son’s ass.

“Sorry, Master…,” then I hear crying from both Scotty and our son.

Shit, he slapped them both! He has triggered something in me that I never knew existed. He completely humiliated me in front of the school and now I can’t seem to stand up for myself or my family. I don’t feel like the same man this morning. Now, my son and Scotty are pulled into this and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I feel like I’m paralyzed in this room that Master ordered me to stay in. The room no longer looks like my son even lived in it for 20 years. I hear another spank and this time it must be an ass. I know I should be a man and stop this like my professor would have done. Yet, I'm stuck in this bed and can’t bring myself to run in there and force my Master to stop this! Plus, the pain in my ass from the caning is a constant reminder of how weak I am around Master.

I look out my son’s bedroom door to see my naked husband and my son crying as they carry more bags out of my bedroom! I can only assume it’s all my husband's and my personal items. Master stripping us of our former lives and their is nothing I can do to stop it. The contract explained all this. It’s so we only think about our Master’s happiness instead of our own. To forget the past and only focus on the future as his property. Logically, I understand it. It’s the same thing the military does to soldiers. The military is just another form of slavery to the government.

Then my son goes back into my bedroom and I hear him get on the bed. Then I hear my son groan out in pain, beg our Master to go slower. That he is still sore from taking his cock earlier. I hear the bed squeaking slowly now and then a few minutes later it squeaks faster. I never knew how loud that bed was when I was fucking my husband. OH SHIT! Master is fucking my son again! Now to my amazement, I hear my son beg Master to fuck him faster and harder. He is moaning as he begs to be fucked hard! I hear more slapping but this only makes my son moan more. There are two different types of slapping. OH FUCK! Master must be slapping my son’s ass and face.

What shocks me more after being face slapped he yells, “OH GOD! YES! MASTER! PLEASE FASTER, FUCK ME HARDER, I LOVE YOUR COCK! YOU'RE THE BIGGEST COCK I HAVE EVER TAKEN. OH GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD. I LOVE YOU, MASTER!”

My son is being a slut for our Master. Where did he learn that? Then it hits me. He could hear everything my husband and I did in our bedroom. The walls are paper thin! He learned how to be a slut from my husband who I trained to be my slut. So, not only did I train my husband to be a slut but also my son as well.

Unconsciously, I’m humping my son’s mattress. Then I just realized that in my mind, I’ve been calling him Master instead of Alex or my student ever since being enslaved. All this domination is pulling more of my submission to the surface! I so want to be in the position my son is now! In a way, I am jealous of him for being able to take Master's cock so well. I understand him better than I have in a long time!

Plus, I understand why Master wants to own him. He is a handsome and beautiful young man. He takes after my husband. My husband ended up the sperm donor for a lesbian who agreed to help create our son. My husband is bi so he fucked her naturally and our son was born 9 months later. Both my husband and my son could have been models they look so good. His mother is just as good-looking. In fact, she is a model. She gave up her parental rights to be an international model.

I have seen her in interviews with her wife. His mother seems to be in charge of their relationship. I have always wondered if my son's mother is the dominant in their relationship? Being a product of a submissive father and a dominant mother would explain why he submitted to my house rules growing up and then to our Master tonight but also wants to dominate his fathers. Did he inherit his submissive nature from my husband and his dominant nature from his mother?

Next, I hear Scotty begging Master to take it easy. Master must have switched to fucking my husband. I know, I should be jealous of my husband cheating on me. Yet, is it cheating when your husband is a slave to the same man? Yes, I'm jealous. I'm jealous because they are getting fucked and not me! I can’t help it. In class today watching Master fuck his slave's mouth, I imagined it was me kneeling before him in class. I so want to run into the bedroom and present my hole to our Master like my family must be doing!

I hear more slapping to the ass cheeks and faces. Master must be doing the same thing to my husband. I wish I could watch them get fucked and then get fucked myself.

Like reading my mind, I hear, "Bitch come hear."

At first, I'm confused. Is he talking to me or my son?

He yells out even out with a touch of annoyance, "Bitch, get your dumb ass in this room NOW!"

"NOW! Frighten, I run into the bedroom."

I'm shocked at what I see. My husband has his legs over Master's shoulders and my son is worshipping his body, sucking his nipples and rubbing his body like a horny slut.

Master points to a chair and orders, "Sit, bitch. Don't move a fucking muscle."

He spits in my face and then I quickly sit down. The chair is a hard wooden chair we only use to get dressed in the morning. So, I wince when I sit down due to the welts on my ass from my caning this morning.

Master looks at slave Nicky, “Go get some cuffs and a cage.”

“Yes, Master.”

I watch him run out the door naked. I worry about the neighbors seeing him naked outside. I’m a teacher after all. What would it look like for a young naked man running out of my house? I’m thankful at least it is dark outside now!

He comes back with a bag. I eye it curiously. What cuffs was he referring to? I‘m confused about a cage. I think of a cage as a dog cage or something.

While still fucking my husband Master orders, “Cuff him!”

His voice is sharp and commanding. Whatever he is about to do, I fear I’m too deep in his grasp to stop it.

He looks at me, “HANDS UP, SLAVE!”

I wince at being referred to as a slave in such a demanding tone. Yet, I put my hands out in front of Nicky. I shift in the seat, as the pain in my ass remembers what happens if I disobey him!

My hands shake as I watch Nicky pick up a heavy metal cuff and move it towards my right wrist.

He looks at my son, “Boy, be a good bitch and hold his hands steady.”
I hear my son say “Yes Master,” in the most submissive and seductive voice I have ever heard come out of his lips. I’m shocked at how slutty he is being!

My son stands behind me, bends over the back of the chair, and grabs my shaky hands. I can feel his hot smooth chest pressed against my head, forcing my head to bow towards our Master.

I get a close-up look at the collar around my son’s neck. I don’t see a place to insert a key for a lock or even a gap in the metal for the opening. It’s completely smooth and thick. That collar is what is locked around my family’s necks!

I look at the cuff and it looks the same as the collar. They must be made by the same manufacturer. There is no way you could cut the collar or the cuffs off without some really industrial power tools. I would never want power tools that close to my body!

I flinch from the cold metal as it wraps around my right wrist. I then hear the dreaded locking sound of some internal lock clicking into place. Nicky lets go of my right wrist and it falls down, banging against the wood of the chair. FUCK! It’s heavy! How long will I have to wear this cuff?

Nicky does the same to my left wrist.

After he lets go of my left wrist, I stare at my cuff wrist causing my submissiveness to take more control of my mind. Nicky grabs each ankle, shackles them as well, and lets them go, again banging against the wooden chair.

The weight of the collar, cuffs, and shackles reinforces my submissive nature which is telling me this is what I’m born to be.

Master looks at my son, “Bring his hands behind the chair.”

As I watch Master closely, he presses something on his smartwatch. I gasp out in shock as my wrists are drawn together by some unknown force. I know this is true because my son let go of them and they then moved on their own, quickly connecting together. Now! I cannot pull them apart. My eyes open wide at the realization I’m trapped. They must be electromagnets and Master just turned them on! He can control them by a simple press of a button on his watch.

“CHAIN!”

I look down to see Nicky grabbing a heavy thick chain from the bag. The chain rattles as he kneels down beside me on my right. He reaches down and grabs my right ankle and I hear the clinging of metal on metal. He lets go of my ankle and I feel more weight on it. When I move it, I hear the chain raddling. The chain is magnetically connected to the ankle cuff.

Nicky crawls to the left side of me. Suddenly, I feel my right ankle being pulled behind the leg of the chair. Then he grabs my left ankle and pulls it tight so it’s behind the leg of the chair too. Then hear the same clinging sound of metal on metal as before. I try to pull my legs apart but I can’t move an inch! I hear another chain and feel my wrists pulled down. Looking back, I see my son is holding my wrists down. At the same time, my legs are pulled back as Nicky connects the chain to my wrist. The chain connected to my wrists must be linked to the chain connecting my ankles together.

Now I’m really trapped! Locked to the chair by high-tech cuffs with no possible way to break free. Chills run down my body as I fear what Master is going to do to me in this very vulnerable position. Yet, my dick gets hard and I feel precum running the shaft of my dick.

Master looks at my son again, “Suck your Dad’s dick.”

I watch as my son kneels between my legs with an evil smirk on his face. His dominant sadistic nature is showing through!

He takes the cock in his mouth and licks the precum. I moan out as his tongue circles my sensitive dick head.

My son looks at me with that same evil smirk, as he slowly sucks causing me to shiver with excitement.

“Don’t let him cum. Just keep the boy on the edge.”

My son pops the head out of his mouth, “Yes, Master, with pleasure. Thank you, Master.”

Master smirks at him, “I knew you would enjoy that my beautiful Alpha slave.”

I can’t help but look down at my beautiful son as Master reminds me how gorgeous he is. He reminds me of his father when he was young and we were in love! I fell in love with his father’s looks the first time I saw him. Now, my son looks even better than his father did back then. Am I falling in love with my own son? I certainly love his wonderful mouth.

Being bound, watching Master fuck my husband and my son sucking so expertly, I quickly get so close to shooting my load only for my son to pop my cock out his mouth. I look at him longing for him to suck me. He smirks as he sticks his tongue out while my dick jumps up and down. I pull on my bonds, trying to will my dick to shoot! More precum drips out of the head. His tongue is right there under it to catch the drips. I watch as my son swallows my seed. When my dick stops jumping, he licks up the 7 inches to the head, swirling his tongue around the mushroom. I stare into his eyes, wanting to cum so bad. He sees my pleading eyes but still backs off when I’m about to go over the edge. How can my son be so evil? Each time he licks it brings me to the edge quicker. So, it only takes one touch of his tongue to keep me on the edge.

I moan, wanting his mouth on my cock, “Please Ricky!!!”

Master answers, “Don’t let the bitch cum! If the bitch cums then you will be punished instead!”

My son continues to smirk at me but answers Master instead of me, “Yes, Master! I won’t let my Daddy cum. I love this too much, Master. Thanks so much for letting me play with my Daddy!”

“Good boy, my beautiful wicked boy. You make me laugh, I know you will be my loyal slave.”

I know it is useless to beg but I can’t help it.

“OH GOD! Please, Master, let Ricky get me off. I need his amazing mouth.”

Master laughs, “Slave, are you begging to let your ‘SON’ suck that useless dick?”

I moan desperately, “YES, MASTER!”

“Who do belong to, slave!”

“YOU!, MASTER.”

“Who, do you obey?”

“YOU, MASTER!”

“NO, BITCH!, YOU OBEY ME AND YOUR ALPHA SLAVE SON!”

“YES! YES! MASTER, I OBEY YOU AND MY ALPHA SLAVE SON!”

My son gets my attention as his tongue continues to just lightly touch my cock head slit as it jumps up and down. On the down stroke, my son’s tongue touches the head. I realize my son doesn’t have to do anything to keep me on the edge. My own dick is keeping me on the edge. He smiles as he swallows more precum that never stops flowing as long as my dick keeps betraying me. Tears start to form in my eyes as I’m so desperate to cum. Yet, my son just stares into my eyes, knowing my own dick is keeping me from cumming. Realizing this, I will my dick to jump faster hoping the more it touches my son’s tongue, hoping I will get closer to shooting my load. This just causes more tears to run continually down my face as I realize whatever I do it’s useless. I break down completely, realizing I have no control of my dick. Master and my Alpha are in control now.

Now all I can do is cry as my mind and body give in to the control. My dick continues to keep me on the edge keeping me crying until no more tears can form in my eyes.

Master sees me break and then finally orders, “It is time. Suck it off and swallow your Daddy’s useless cum.”

My son smiles broadly, “Thank you, Master!”

My son dives on my dick causing my eyes to shoot open. I look up to the ceiling and pull hard on my restraints. I feel my balls tighten up and finally the cum stored up in my ball blasts into my son's throat.

I scream out, “OH FUCK!”

My mind goes fussy and everything all goes dark then I pass out from the most intense orgasm of my life. I dream of being a naked slave for my Alpha son as he fucks me hard every day after he comes home from his college classes. Then I’m a slave to my Master in class as I teach my students naked and collared. It feels normal for me to teach Masters in my class method of “Understanding the mind of a slave.” I teach how a Master can use the slave’s natural submissive to control it. We are on the subject of edging and how it can break the mind of a slave to accept it has no control over its useless dick. After the slave is broken then a Master can lock up the slave’s dick in a cage. I explain a caged slave is a lot easier to train and control. The cage keeps the slave horny and horny slaves are easy to control. They are desperate to please their Master. Soon, they no longer think about their dick and only focus on their Master’s pleasure. Masters can milk a slave by fucking it. Soon, it will only be milk from being fucked.

That's when I state to wake up with my son fucking me and Master fucking Scotty. Master is explaining to my son why I need to be kept in a cage at all times. It’s the same explanation I was telling the Masters in my dream.

Suddenly, I get extremely horny from my son’s cock deep in my hole. Yet, my dick feels different. It feels tight. I look down to see a metal cup covering my dick and balls. The metal cup is attached to a steel belt around my waist and between my legs. The dream was true in a way. I’m now a caged slave boy. I look over at my husband’s dick and it is locked in the same chastity cage and belt. It looks like our chastity cages match the collars all the Master’s slaves wear. I realize I won’t be fucking Scotty without Master’s permission. I didn’t realize my enslavement would include not being able to fuck my own husband. Yet, I do remember the slavery contract did mention that Master has the right to control my sexual activities. In my submissive state of mind, I thought it meant who could fuck me. I didn’t realize it meant all my sexual activities.

However, at the moment I’m my hormones take control of my mind I have to process that at a later time. So, I look up into my son’s eyes and see him smiling down at me. He gives me another shock when he leans in and kisses me. Not sure if it is out of my instinct or that he kisses like his father, I return the kiss with just as much passion. DAM! He even fucks me like his father used to do when we first started dating. Yet, this younger version of my husband fucks a lot better and is much more aggressive than his father! His cock is twice the size of his father. Yet, it's not as big as our Master’s powerful cock but it still fills my hole nicely. Now! I hope another part of the dream comes true and he fucks me every day after his classes.

Master suggests to my son that we should enjoy the night air. So, Master picks up Scotty while still fucking him and walks him out of the bedroom. My son breaks the kiss, grabs me hard around my back, and lifts me off the bed with his young powerful manly body! He follows our Master out the back door of our house. Each step he takes forces his cock deep into my hole. I rest my head on his shoulder loving each step. His arms are so strong that I feel safe in them as he carries me to wherever our Master leads us. In the backyard are lounge chairs set up around our fire pit. The night air is cool but being so close to my son's body keeps me warm enough. Like many open gay young men, he works out his body to attract a mate. So, I feel his strong perfectly shaped chest press to my own.

He lays down on the lounge and has me ride his cock. Master has my husband in the same position. They look into each other's eyes and I see something more than just Master and slave going on. My son really likes our Master. I just hope our Master is good to him and doesn’t break his heart. He is still Master’s slave so it’s not like my son can break up with him if Master doesn’t return my son’s love! The two lounges are so close to each other that my son and Master kiss. They kiss passionately but also gently as I do with my husband while making love. I look at my husband and we kiss too while jumping up and down on the cocks deep in our holes. I still love him so much. I realize I no longer have to fuck my husband as long as we have Master and our son to fuck us. We still love each other regardless. Being together for over 20 years creates a bond that goes belonged sex. I also realize he is now kissing me just like he used to do. The passion we had over 20 years ago has been rekindled with our submissive natures being forced to the surface by our enslavement. I now understand that Master has helped me realize how much I love my husband and now our Alpha slave son.

In the corner of my eye, see behind us Master’s other slaves are burning clothes. It’s my family's clothes that they are burning. Yet, I don’t care anymore. I have the love of my life back as we were when we started dating. It is so wonderful. We are fucking like we used to do to each other. Just we are fucking our Dominants instead.

Master breaks kissing our son and orders, "Switch, bitches!"

We too break kissing each other when we hear the order. Reluctantly climb off the hard cocks.

Your son looks at Master with shock.

"Master, he's my biological father."

Master backhands our son in the face.

"Slave! He is my property and does what I want. He will ride your cock because that is what I want. You will fuck him, right slave."

"Yes, Master! As you wish."

We look at our son as we climb on top of their cocks as our Master wishes.

Our son rubs his face and nods. I thought he would be hurt or at least be shocked by the hit and order. But, no! I see the same look that his father has when I slapped his ass as I used to fuck him. He likes our Master hitting him. His cock even jumped and leaked afterward. They are so much alike!

Scotty and I both lower ourselves onto the cocks at the same time. I moan and groan in pain as Master is longer and bigger around than my son. This is only the second time his massive cock is inside me. It's insanely huge. I'm now thankful that my son kept my hole loose for the monster. My husband is already riding our son as I slowly lower myself, trying now to rip my hole apart. I tell myself that it has been in me only a few hours ago.

Master has strong hands on my hips as he looks into my eyes.

"That's it. Open up for me. You can do it. Push out like you're taking a dump."

Fuck! I forgot that trick. Until a couple of hours ago, I hadn't been fucked with a big cock in years. Not since my dominant professor fucked me in college. He saw the same submissive boy that my Master saw this morning. I tried to be so much like the Professor even going into teaching and tried to be as powerful as him! Yet, it was all an act, a facade that Master broke when he caned me this morning.

I finally get his monster all the way inside me, feeling Master’s bush on my ass cheeks. Those pubes remind me I’m no longer a Man. I grind and wiggle on Master’s lap trying to help my hole adjust to the invader. OH GOD! My hole is so full! Now that I have time to feel it deep in me, I realize how big it really is! Nothing in my life can compare to how full I feel at the moment. Not even the Professor's cock was this wide! I smile as my hole finally adjusts. Now, with a huge smile plaster across my face, I raise my hips up to the mushroom head and back down hard! I groan out in plain mixed with delicious pleasure to my prostate. Each hard jump up on is cock turns the pain into pleasure. Beside me I see my husband feeling the same joy as me as we ride our dominants together. I know this is what my family is meant to be. My husband and I are cucks to our son and owned by our 16 year old Master.

Scotty starts to get vocal as he bounces up and down on our son's cock. I fear my neighbors might hear him. I’m not wrong. A light turns on in the bedroom window on the second floor of our next-door neighbor’s bedroom. It’s my son’s best friend. He now goes to the same college that my son attends. Next, to him is his boyfriend kissing him on the neck while jerking off his lover’s cock. They are naked of course. I wonder what he thinks of watching his best friend fuck his father.

Thank god the other neighbors on the other side of us are out of town. They went on a couple’s vacation with the boy’s parents who’s watching us now! We were invited but couldn’t afford it. We were trying to save money for Ricky to stay in school. Now, I don't think we will ever be invited again. Would Master even allow his slaves to socialize with free men? Seeing his other slaves follow him like puppies, I don’t think so. I so much love the cock I’m riding and even joy the boy watching me from above. If we would have gone on that vacation, I wouldn’t be riding Master's cock now or might not have become his slave.

Now the boy’s boyfriend is kneeling between his legs sucking him off as he watches his best friend fuck! Our world has changed so much in less than a day. My son grabs his father and starts kissing him. That seems to shut him up some. Master does the same thing to me. Then he picks me up and carries me farther into the backyard. He sees the old swing I set up for Ricky when he was a boy. Master turns me around and lowers me over the old wooden seat held up by chains to a branch above. I’m face down, looking at the bare patch of ground. The ground is bare because I pushed Ricky on this swing so many times when he was young.

My hole is just at the right height to aim his cock at my hole. Then he pushes the swing causing me to move into the air, only to fall back onto his massive cock. I’m being fucked as Master swings me like a young boy. I built this swing for my boy only now ends up being used to get my Master off. I feel like a small boy, completely dependent on my Master for everything in my life. He has now replaced me as the head of my family. This only makes me feel weaker and less of a man. What man wouldn’t save his own family from being enslaved? Someone so weak he isn’t a man at all!

Master asks, “Boy, are you having fun?”

I grunt out, “OH SHIT! YES, MASTER.”

What else could I say? That, I’m a small weak boy being fucked out of my mind on a swing created for my son who was a small weak boy I completely dominated growing up!

“Good boy.”

He then calls out, “Alpha bitch, come!”

I see my son quickly push his father off his cock and run to our Master. My husband rushes after him.

“Stand in front of your father’s sweet mouth.”

Ricky stands in front of me as Master continues to push me on the swing forcing his cock in and out of my hole. I stare at my son’s big cock and my mouth is already watering. How has Master made me a complete slut for my son’s cock!

“Open, bitch!”

My lust-filled mind opens out instinctively at the command.

“Boy, step forward until your cock enters his mouth.”

My son does as ordered, smiling down at me with a sadistic smirk on his face. DAM! That smirk is so hot! It only makes me want him more!

I feel his big cock enter my mouth, touching my outstretched tongue. Some precum drips onto my tongue. Even his cum is delicious. Very sweet and creamy like candy to me. When his cock pops out of my mouth I miss it and want it back. Luckily Master’s cock enters my hole and the disappointment is short-lived.

Master slaps my ass, keeping me swinging between my son and him. As soon as Master’s cock leaves my mouth. Master has timed it just right, leaving me hungry for both men but never satisfied! Oh Fuck I want them both to step forward and fuck me hard. This in and out of both my holds is so torturous!

Soon my son looks up at Master, looking at him with lust-filled eyes. He smiles and then smirks. I imagine Master has the same lust-filled sadistic smile. I so want to see him now! Yet, all I can do is watch my son’s face to know what both men are thinking. They want each other. I can see my son is craving our Master both with lust and something more! He loves how Master plays with his toys! Toys, meaning me at the moment. Yet, I think he knows he is Master’s toy too and my son loves it. I can see now that Master is king at manipulation. He manipulated me into seeing what I’m and used that against me. Then used me to manipulate my family to serve him. Now he is manipulating my son to use me as his sadistic toy. And my son loves being manipulated in this way. None of what Master has done has been deceitful or out of malice. His manipulation has been out in the open the whole time. We can all see what he is doing. Yet, we still want to be his toys. Dominate men have that effect on submissives like us. I guess you would call us masochists for loving what Master does to us. The more he plays with his toys, the more his toys love him.

So, I continue to be tortured in this limbo of being fucked on both ends yet not really being fucked as I enjoy it! I think Master knows this which only makes me want him more! FUCK!

I can’t take it anymore, so each time my son’s cock is out of my mouth, I beg, “Please Master…. fuck me… harder…. Master…. Please use… my hole… like it’s…. meant to be… used… OH FUCK!... Master, please…”

That was a mistake!

“What the fuck did my bitch just say?”

He slaps my ass extra hard this time, causing my body to move faster towards my son’s waiting cock.

“Slaves don’t beg unless I ask it to. Is that understood, slave?”

Tears start to form in my eyes from not only the pain but also from disappointing my Master.

“Sorry…Please… forgive…. Me… Master!”

“FUCK NO! BITCH!”

Oh Shit! He is pissed.

Master grabs the chains of the swing and stops it so his cock is deep in my hole. I think, please use that anger to fuck me hard.

Yet, I once again left unsatisfied as he pulls me off the swing by my collar and pushes me to the ground. I look up to see my son smirking at me with a shake of his head, now you have now done it.

Master looks at my son, “Go find some rope.”

Ricky runs off to the garage to find a rope. I know there are some in there that I use for rock climbing.

He then points to slave Nicky, “Go get two canes and two whips.”

OH SHIT! I’m really fucked now! Yet, my stupid dick is starting to get hard. Why does it do that? While I was getting caned out in front of the school it got hard too. It is just likes betraying me! This situation is my dicks fault! I do all this to satisfy it’s need to cum!

My son comes back first with some of my climbing rope. I taught him how to climb as well.

Master orders, pointing to a branch above us, “Get four leads of rope to hang from that branch.”

He points to the same branch that the swing is hanging from. My son quickly loops four to pieces of rope over the branch and ties them to the trunk, using a bowline knot I taught him.

When he is done, my son looks at Master with a huge smile on his face.

“Good! I see you have some rope skills. Those skills will be useful to me.”

He then lightly taps my son on the face with another of his famous sadist grins I like so much. I see my son does too. It’s that same grin that attracted me to him in my classroom. He is using the same tactic on my son and he is hooked too.

“Thank you, Master!”

“Now tie up both of your Dad’s wrists.”

My son quickly ties both our wrists to the hanging ropes.

“Pull them up so they are on their tippy toes.”

I watch my son go over to the bowline knot and loosen it just enough so he can pull the rope tighter. Again, the reason I taught him the bowline knot is to do just this. Well not to tie up his fathers, lol. Soon, we are on our tippy toes, naked and vulnerable.

I hear the backyard gate open and close. Looking over, I slave Nicky running towards us with the evil canes. The memory of being caned rushes back to me. I shake some as my body touches my husband.

He whispers, “Oh my God. What are those?”

I whisper back, “Canes and whips. I'm sorry my love, I fucked up. I shouldn’t have begged.”

Now my husband is shaking with me.

Master hands our son a cane and a whip and keeps the other two for himself.

“Now, your father fucked by begging and being selfish. This selfishness cannot be ignored or it will grow stronger over time. Therefore, he needs to be punished. I think it’s a perfect time to teach their Alpha how to punish his boys. Don’t you agree, Alpha, slave?”

My son’s smile only gets bigger. We are so screwed!

“Yes, Master! The boy must be taught that Master’s pleasure is all that matters.”

“Good, boy.”

“May I ask a question, Master?”

“Yes, boy.”

“Why are we punishing both of my Dads?”

“Good question. You see they still love each other, right?”

“Yes, Master. I don’t think that will ever change.”

“Well, we will see over time. Their love for each other is a tool you can use to control them. If we punish both anytime one fucks up then their guilt for hurting the other will keep them in line.”

“I see, Master. Use the fear of hurting the other to keep them from disobeying.”

“Exactly. You’re a quick learner. That will help you go far in my harem.”

“Awesome, Master!”

OH GOD NO! Master is training my son on how to manipulate his own fathers. My son is going to use the love we have for each other against us! I have to hand it to Master he is good at this! Despite how much I fear my punishment, what he said makes sense.

“Now let me show you how to cane an ass.”

I feel the cane on my ass and flinch.

“Wait for the slave to calm down. You don’t want it to move when you strike it. Sometimes you have to tie them down more tightly to keep them from moving. However, my slaves will hold still, RIGHT SLAVES!”

We both nervously reply, “Yes, Master.”

To do this we press our bodies closer to each other. This seems to calm us down some. At least we are no longer shaking with fear.

“Now do yes where the cane tip is located?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I hold the tip so it does not pass the butt cheeks. If it did then the cane would bend around and hit the boy’s hip bone, causing an unpleasant-looking bruise. I like the bruises that I intended to create. Not, unintentional bruising. Plus, unintentional bruising could damage my property. We don’t want to that do we, slave?”

My son answers, “No, Master.” as he shakes his head no.

Master then lifts the cane and I brace myself for what I know will be a painful sting to my ass cheeks.

When the cane hits my ass I scream out, “OH, FUCK!...”

Master then orders slave Nicky to get two gags from his car. Looking over my husband’s shoulder, I see slave Nicky again running naked out to the car. After my scream, I’m sure that all my neighbors heard me and now will see a naked boy out front of my house. Note, realizing it will not matter because in a day slavery in our town will become legal and so will public nudity. Well, public nudity for slaves that is.

Master asks, “So my Alpha slave, do you want to try it?”

“Hell yes, Master!”

Both my husband and I are surprised by our son's enthusiasm for punishing his own fathers. We love him after all. Yet, deep down I know why. It was because of all the times I spanked him bare ass naked. I overcompensated in my discipline of him. I should have shown him more love and less discipline. Now that mistake is coming back at me tenfold!

I jump as my son rubs my ass, tracing the welt left from Master’s cane.

Master warns him, “Boy, don’t cross cane welts. If you do then you will make the slave bleed.”

Our son understands, “So hit in even parallel lines?

“Precisely!”

My son is more intuitive than many know. He might not be book-smart but his intuition is excellent. As soon as he stepped into the house tonight he knew how to get the most out of a situation that was not completely in his control. He was able to let Master know he is a switch, both a Dom and a sub. He now controls us instead of us controlling him. He knew he was going to lose his scholarship and Master’s offer was too good to pass up despite being a slave to Master. Now his sucking up to Master just like did to his teachers in high school. He got the scholarship because he sucked up to his teacher. Seeing how much of a slut he can be, he might have literally sucked his teachers. I’m a teacher so I know a student sucks up to a teacher. Many students have tried it on me. My son got his English teacher to give him a letter of recommendation. Now I think he might have learned how to be a slut from submitting to my fellow teacher.

Nicky is now back with two gags.

“Gag the bitches. I don’t want the cops to come looking around before slavery is legalized in our town.”

As Nicky pushes the gag in my mouth, I remember Master mentioning that slavery will be legal soon. I just didn’t know it was going to start in our town so soon.

I press against my husband as our son places the cane just below the welt that Master created just minutes ago. I hold my breath as he lifts the cane and once again stinging pain shoots through my ass. DAM! My son isn’t holding back.

I feel him trace the welts with his hand.

I hear him get more excited, “OH SHIT!, This is so hot, Master!”

Master now is encouraging him, “I know right? It’s so hot watching the slave jump and then feeling the results.”

My son moans and I look over at him. Master is behind him rubbing his nipples and stroking his hard cock. He is whispering something in his ear.

Before I can react, my son hits me ass three more times. Instinctively, I try to get away from the evil cane. Yet, my husband is blocking my escape, not that I can really escape with my hand tied up and on my tippy toes.

Then I watch as my son moves over to my husband after Master whispers again in his ear. Looking over my husband’s shoulder I watch the cane come up and then land hard on his ass. He reacts the same way as me, screaming in the gag and moving closer to me. In order, to keep my toes on the ground, have to push back on my husband’s chest. This keeps him in place. Master is once again manipulating his slaves to work for him. He didn’t tie our feet down to the ground because he didn’t have to!

Master shows our son where he to cane us so as not to cause permanent damage. So, we both have cane marks all down our legs, arms, back, chest, and abs. Our son seems to be having fun punishing us. To me, he torturing us. I realize our son and now Alpha is a sadist! Plus, I think he is trying to show off for our Master.

After caning every inch of our bodies, Master moves on to whipping our backs. Again he teaches our son how to use a whip. He first has him practice on a leaf to make sure he can accurately hit the same spot over and over.

“DAM! Boy, you're a natural!”

Our son smiles with satisfaction, saying, “Thank you so much for teaching me, Master. This is so much fun!”

“Yeah, I know, right boy? Whipping a slave, hearing the crack of the whip is like music.”

“I just wish we didn’t have to gag them. I would love to hear their screams!”

Fuck! Now, I know our son is a sadist. Did I create a sadist by spanking him so young? Or does he get that from his mother? He definitely didn’t get it from Scotty.

Now that he is proficient at whipping, Master gets behind me and our son gets behind Scotty. They start whipping us, each hitting us at the same time and precisely at the same place on our backs. We scream in our gags with each hit. This just seems to fuel them more. This punishment session turned into a training session and then sadist fun for both of them. I realize that being a slave is not just obeying and serving my Master. It’s about pleasing my Master. Whipping me is a form of pleasing him!

After a while, our Master gets bored and orders slave Nicky to get two spray bottles of something from his car. I rest my head on the shoulder of my husband and he does the same to me. We are completely exhausted from the ordeal.

Nicky comes back with bottles but we are too exhausted to care what they are for. That soon changed when Master and our Alpha son starts spraying down our whole bodies. Our heads shoot up simultaneously and our eyes open wide as we scream in our gags.

There must be alcohol in the bottles. We hear them laughing at us! This is yet another reminder that we are just toys for their amusement. Will this be our life now? Will Master and our Alpha son torture us until the day we die? Can I survive this?

They bring us down from our ropes and I fall into Master arms while my husband falls into our son’s arms. They carry us into the house and up to the Master bedroom. I laugh as the room is so rightly named. They lay us on the bed so we’re facing each other. We quickly hold each other, careful not to press too hard on each other’s bodies. We wince whenever we touch a welt or a whip mark. We soon find that there is no place we can touch that will not give us some pain. However, we have long since fallen into what they call “Sub-space”. At the time, I didn’t know the term but I felt the effects of the endorphins coursing through me. Our embrace only reinforces the endorphin response.

Master crawls behind me and places the tip of his cock at my hole. Our son does the same to my husband.

Master says, “1,2,3,” and they both push in simultaneously, causing us to moan in unison. We hear them laugh a little then start fucking us. They are both taller than us so our gagged faces are pressed into their chest. There fucking causes them to rub all our bodies against ours, releasing more endorphins. This keeps us flying high in “Sub-space”.

I hear them start making out as they fuck us. They trace the welts they created like they are proud of themselves. This makes me feel proud that I can give them joy by using my body as their toy. Tomorrow, Master shows me off to the whole school like I’m a piece of art he created.

About an hour and a half later they finally dump their huge loads into our holes. I’m glad because soon they fall asleep holding us in their arms and we can get some much-needed rest. I wonder what tomorrow will bring as I go to work as Master’s latest slave conquest!

More characters in previous chapters of the “Owning my Family” story:

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.

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 inches long, and 5.6 inches around cock. Solid muscles but toned 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, and 5-inch dick. Blond hair and blue eyes white boy

Master Malik - Son of the Nahla and Jamiul Martin. A member of the wrestling team and now the Owner of slave Chris. Age 16, 6ft inches tall. 190 pounds, 9 inches long, and 6 inches around cock. Solid muscles, toned and flexible to take down his opponent. Competitive by nature. Raised to be a proud Gay Black Man.

Slave Chris - Slave to Master Malik. Son of a rich white lawyer. Submitted to be a designated bully for a black boy (Master Malik). Age 16, 115 pounds, 5 ft 6 inches tall, 4 inch dick. Blond hair with hazel eyes. White boy with the need to submit to Superior Black people.

by slave mark

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