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 Eddy (teacher slave).  Its slave Eddy’s first day teaching his high school classes as Master Alex’s 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. 19 years old. 5th 10 inches tall, 150 pounds, 7 inches uncut dick.

• Master Marcus King - Young Superior Black Man.  Boyfriend of Master Makil.  Stepson of the white high school principal.  Son of a dominant black wife to a white submissive (ie. the high school principal).  

• Slave Kenny - A willing white slave to Master Marcus. Son of a rich businesswoman, younger brother of slave Freddy and slave Charlie.  Age 17, 5ft, 7 inches tall, 150 pounds, 6 inch long dick.  Slim and hairless due to being a swimmer on the swim team.  He has been forced to be submissive to his twin brothers all his life. 

• Slave Charlie - White slave to Master Marcus.  Son of a rich businesswoman, twin brother of slave Freddy, and older brother of slave Kenny.  Freddy, Charlie's twin, challenged Master Malik to a fight and lost.  Charlie had to fight Master Marcus and lost which cost Charlie his freedom.  Age 21, 180 pounds, 5 ft 10in, 5 inch dick.  

• Master Malik - Young Superior Black man. Son of the Nahla and Jamiul Martin.  A member of the wrestling team and now the Owner of slave Chris. Age 16, 6ft 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 - White 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.

• Slave Freddy - White slave to Master Malik.  Son of a rich businesswoman, twin brother of slave Charlie, and older brother of slave Kenny.  Freddy challenged Master Malik to a fight and lost.  That loss cost Freddy his freedom.  Age 21, 180 pounds, 5 ft 10in, 5 inch dick. 

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POV slave Eddy 

I wake on the floor, not understanding at first why I'm on the floor.  Did I fall out of bed? As I look at myself, I’m naked and I feel metal against my neck.  So, I reach up to feel a metal ring circling my neck. Then all the memories rush back!  The ring is a steel slave collar. OH SHIT!  I'm a slave to my 16 year old student, Alex!  Then I remember my whole family are slaves to him!  My eyes shoot open, remembering all the crazy fucked up shit from last night.  Like, my stupidity of challenging my Master when he was punishing his slaves in front of the school and then being collared and signing a lifetime slavery contract!  Then I remember my son and husband doing the same thing!  My son fucked me!  A chill runs down my spine, remembering how angry he was when he fucked me.  He blames me for treating him like a slave.  He's not wrong.  I got so used to dominating Scotty that I did the same thing to Ricky.  I remember being really hard on Ricky growing up.  I thought it was for his own good. 

I’m pushed out of my memories when I see bare feet on the side of the bed. I recognize those feet. Scotty is getting up to make my breakfast. OH NO!  I remember eating slave stew and now I’m realizing he is getting up to make Master's breakfast!  I'm only going to eat slave stew from now on. That sucks!  Scotty makes the best breakfasts.  

He looks down at me and smiles. Then he bends down and whispers, "Eddy, you best take my place and keep Master's balls warm. I would hate for Master to wake up without one of his slaves serving him. You remember me doing that for you, don’t you?"

I nod my head, remembering how I trained Scotty to wake me with his warm tongue on my balls or sucking my morning woody.  It’s the best way to wake up!  

"Then do what I used to do for you. Make sure our Master is happy when he wakes up. You weren't happy when I wasn't there for you when you woke up.  Remember those punishments you gave me. Well just think of what Master will do to all of us if he doesn't start his mornings on a happy note."

I nod my head again, remembering the punishments Master did to Scotty, Ricky, and me last night!  Our Master is strict with his slaves!

Scotty points to get on the bed. I carefully climb onto the bed, trying not to wake up Master. I see Ricky being spooned by our Master. I shake my head not believing I allowed my son to be enslaved. 

Scotty whispers in my ear, "Doesn't our son look content in our Master's arms?"

I look at how peaceful he looks and nod my head. 

"Go on lick Master's balls as I make him breakfast."

So, I bend down, stick out my tongue, and touch my tongue to Master's sweaty balls.  Yes, it's still humiliating to be the one licking a dominant's balls instead of the other way around. Yet, what choice do I have?  Master has taken everything from me. My house, my money, and my family!  I need to make the best of it and pull from my submissive side that I held down for so many years. 

Dam! Now that I'm doing this on my own, it doesn't taste that bad. In the past, I looked at my husband to serve me like this. I thought it was below me to lick another guy’s balls. That’s the job of submissives after all. Yet, now that I'm willing to do it for the pleasure of my Master, it just seems different, good in fact!  I start licking more, starting to get into it, even enjoying the taste of my Master’s sweat! 

Then all that changes when my son wakes up and pushes me away!  I'm finally enjoying serving my Master and then my son takes that pleasure away as he takes over licking Master's balls. I’m reduced to licking my son's balls and asshole instead! 

Our Master wakes seeing my son serving him and Master doesn't even know I was serving him first. Well technically Scotty was but that is not the point.  My son took the credit and he is getting our Master's praise now. 

It's so degrading to serve my son like a slave. Yet, I have no choice. Master made him his Alpha slave!  I'm afraid that his anger for dominating him growing up is going to come back to bite me in the ass, literally! 

Master finally wakes up and rolls over so Ricky can get to suck him off while I do the same for him.  I feel like I have fallen the farthest of all the slaves of my family.  Master seems to enjoy my son's service to him more than mine.  Scotty and Ricky even got to sleep with our Master. Whereas I'm reduced to sleeping on the floor like some animal. 

Master roughly fucks my son's mouth as I suck him using everything I knew about sucking cock.  Soon, Master dumps a load down my son's throat and in turn, my son does the same to me. In a bizarre manner, I have some pride in getting my Alpha son off. 

As I finish up pleasing Ricky, Scotty comes in with a wonderful smelling breakfast.  This makes my mouth water despite knowing its not for me.

Scotty places the food on the night-stand and kneels beside the bed like I taught him. When Master calls Scotty a 'Good boy', I get another sense of pride knowing I trained Scotty to be a good slave! 

I smile when Master pushes Ricky off him so Scotty can place the tray of food over his lap. The food smells just like the breakfast he always made for me. So, I know Master will enjoy it because I made sure Scotty was a wonderful cook. At the beginning of our relationship, I punished Scotty a lot when he didn't make my food like I wanted it.  So, he took classes in gourmet cooking just to please me.  Now Master is reaping the benefits of my hard work. 

Master ordered Scotty to feed his slaves so I assume that is me as well.  I follow him to the kitchen as I watch as Ricky and Scotty act like real fathers and sons. They were always close. I thought I had to be the strict father because my husband was so weak.  Now looking at the love they have for each other.  I'm jealous and regret not being more like my husband towards my son. 

Scotty asks Ricky to bring in cans of slave stew from the driveway.  So, Ricky orders me to follow him. I'm shocked when he walks outside naked!  When I get to the front door, I stop!  Yet, my Alpha Son orders me to walk outside, explaining that if our Master wanted us to wear clothes he would have ordered us to do so. I want to protest more but he just grabs me and pulls me out to pallets of slave stew.  My face turns as I fall to the ground as our neighbors watch my naked son take control of me. What are they thinking?  I have been over to their houses for dinner parties. They must think we are some twisted family who has a Dad who can't control his son!  If they only knew half of it. 

My son further degrades me by commanding me to hand him cases of slave stew. If the neighbors look closely they would see what it is on the side of the cases.  The boxes say in big bold letters, “SLAVE STEW”.

How am I going to be able to face any of my neighbors now that this has happened to me?  I used to be a respected teacher who was seen as the head of my household. Now I'm below my son in a harem of slaves owned by one of my students. 

Ricky and I quickly get the cases into the house while neighbors watch.  I look across the street at Robert’s family and see another one of my students jacking off from his bedroom window as he watches me being ordered around by my son. He has his phone out!  Oh Fuck! Is this turning him on?  I quickly run the last case into the house as he watches my big naked ass bouncing as I run. Great now he has pictures or even worse, a video of his teacher naked carrying slave stew and dominated by his naked son. 

As I shut the front door behind me, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.  On the dining room floor, Scotty has a row of bowls lined up with slave stew and water in them for each of us.  Master's youngest slaves quickly kneel in front of each set of bowls, clasping their hands behind their backs and digging into the bowls of food.  Fuck I'm impressed. Master either trained them well or they're hungry!  Maybe a little bit of both. They have been slaves longer than my family has so they must have more training.  Ricky kneels in front of his two bowls and digs in just as energetically as the other slaves. So, not to let our Master see us not being as obedient as his other slaves, my husband and I dig into the slave stew as well.  Plus, I make sure all of the stew is gone, fearing the Master will punish me if I dom’t eat it all. Besides I don't know when the next time I will be fed.  Now, I know how dogs feel about being fed on their Master's schedule.  

More and more of my life is now out of my control!  I wonder what else Master is doing to take control of? 

When we are done eating, Scotty has Ricky refresh Master's tea and then has me take the slaves outside to do their business.  

With three younger slaves still on their hands and knees I walk them to the sliding door to the back yard.  I smirk down at them as they are now bouncing back and forth on their hands and knees, acting like puppies needing to go outside.  Will I be like them someday?  Responding to my Master out of animal instinct? How much of my humanity will Master take from me?

I open the sliding door and the young slaves run out back to different trees, lifting one leg to piss on the tree.  I walk out to them and I see one of them digging a hole.  What the fuck is the slave doing?  Then I understand when he squats over the hole and takes a dump into it.  When he finishes, he covers up the hole with the dirt.  I shake my head, seeing these young slaves act like dogs!   

They run on all fours back to me and turn around, displaying their dirty asses to me.  Fuck are they expecting me to clean their asses?  I don’t want to wipe another boy’s ass.  I look down to see the garden hose.  I get an idea.  I pick up the hose and spray down the slaves.  They have grass on their feet, hands, and knees.  So, I walk around all three, spraying them down and lifting their feet to get better access. 

From an open window of the bedroom, I hear Master ordering Ricky to go to his Brother’s kinky shop but that’s all I got before my son left the room. I have been to that shop when the boy Ralph owned it.  I fuck Ralph in his shop a couple of times while he was trying to sell me a fuck bench.  Fucking him convinced me to buy the fuck bench.  It is in the basement.  I even bought a few things for Scotty like some sexy boy shorts and a leather collar.  When Scotty wore his collar, I had to fuck him on the bench to show who was in charge!   I used to fuck Scotty weekly on that bench.  A couple of times Ricky saw me fuck his father on the bench.  So, whenever Ricky needed a spanking I would bend him over the bench his father was fucked on.  I knew it humiliated him which only added to his punishment.  At the time, I thought it was fitting to humiliate him as punishment.  OH CRAP!  Now, that I think about it, Ricky might spank and fuck me on that same bench.  I even taught him and Scotty how to strap each other onto the bench.  When one needed punishment, the other would have to strap the one being punished to the bench.  Of course, they both had to be naked when being punished.  Humiliation is a good motivator. Yet, now Ricky will most likely be strapping me to the bench that I taught him how to use! 

The kinky nature of the bench reminds me of my slave collar.  I rub the steel collar around my neck and realize that my collar must have come from the same store.  I wonder how Master’s brother acquired the shop?  I also wonder what the brother is going to do to my son?  I fear it will not be something he will enjoy much.  My family's enslavement is nothing like what I pretend to do with Scotty or my son. This is real enslavement! 

After the young slaves are clean, I hear fucking sounds coming from the kitchen.  I look through the glass window to see my son fuck my husband.  A flash of anger rushes through me and I’m about to run in and pull him off my husband.  My husband belongs to me!  However, I stop myself when I see Master pull my son off my husband.  He spanks Ricky hard with a wooden spoon.  After Ricky leaves Master resumes fucking Ricky where my son left off.  Watching this, it occurs to me that my husband no longer belongs to me.  He belongs to our Master.   Master is using my husband just like my son was and I have no power to stop him!   I then remember Master made my son the Alpha slave over my husband and me.  Master didn’t punish him because he was using another slave.  Master was punishing my son because he didn’t do what he was told.  

I watch as Master pounds the shit out of my husband’s hole and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.  It’s his right since he owns my husband.  I watch Master powerful hips fuck Scotty against the counter over and over.  Scotty naked ass is being used hard and I can see Scotty enjoying every minute of it.  Master bends Scotty over where his head is now in the sink and I cannot see him anymore.  Yet, I hear echoes of moans coming from the sink. Master naked ass bounces with each hard thrust and it is so fucking memorizing.  

Without realizing it, I walk toward them.  When I reach them, I kneel behind our Master and smile at his beautiful ass.  His scent is powerful, drawing me in.  I move my face between his ass cheeks and stick out my tongue.  Each time Master moves his hips back towards me, I take a long lick.  Soon, Master realizes what is happening and grabs my head with his free hand, pulling me into his hole.  I’m push my tongue out and start licking as much as possible as my head is whipped back and forth as he fuck my husband.   He holds me tight when slamming into Scotty with all his might!  My body is pulled back and forth along with his powerful hips.  I’m no longer in control!  All I can do is continue to lick so Master can get the most out of this hard fuck and hopefully cum soon!

After what feels like forever, Master pushes deep into Scotty's hole and stays there. He holds my face in his own hole, forcing me to hold my breath. Then his ass cheeks press against the sides of my face, further holding me in place.  Soon, we all hear a roar come from our Master that is so primal, shaking me to my core.  At that moment, we all know he is the apex predator and we, his slaves, are his prey.  He tracked me down, subdued me, and then finally conquered my family and me, making us his property.  I'm his prey and he devoured all my former dominance so all that is left is my submission to his will.  The job of protecting my family is now in my Master's hands. 

Master releases me causing me to fall back on my ass, trying to catch my breath.  My conquer pulls out of his slave's hole and turns around, pointing his weapon at my face. I stare at the weapon used to conquer us.  

Licking my lips, Master commands, "Clean!"

Like an animal I'm becoming, it only takes one word to get me to follow his commands.  I'm starting to understand why the younger slaves act like animals because that's what they are when you're one of Master's prey.  Deep down I know he has won and my submissive side sees this.  Like any animal in a pack does when an Alpha takes control, they submit, letting their submissive side take over. 

So, I open my mouth, lean forward, and submit!  I suck my Master's weapon clean, allowing my submissive nature to take control of my mind and body.  I worship the weapon that was used to conquer me. I lick and suck making sure every inch of the weapon is clean! 

Master looks down with a satisfying smirk while I stare up at him with a new sense of purpose. He knows he won and my true nature is now shown front and center to him. I need to serve my Alpha, my Master. and my Owner!  I will serve my Owner for the rest of my life! 

Master pats my face, "Yes, my slave! It now understands, doesn't it?" 

I pull my mouth off his perfect weapon, "Yes Master. I belong to you, Master." 

"Correction slave, it belongs to me.  It no longer has any self-wealth other than being my property and serving me! It understands what it is now, doesn't it!"

"Yes Master, it understands now! It is nothing without its Master. It exists only to serve its Owner for the rest of its life. It's an animal that its Master owns. It is now a part of its Master's harem of slave animals."

Master pats my head, sending small sparks of pleasure throughout the body that Master owns.

“Good, slave! Now we need to get to school.  Go find some spandex shorts to wear.”

“Yes, Master.”

I run off down the hall to my bedroom then stop halfway down the hall, remembering Master took over the Master bedroom and throughout all my clothes.  I think for a second then remember Master let Ricky keep some clothes to go to college.   I run into Ricky’s bedroom.  Most of his clothes were burnt as well.  However, there are some speedos left in one of the dresser drawers.  I quickly grab them and run back into the kitchen only to find Master not there.  I find him in the living room where his youngest slaves are dressing him in the clothes he wore last night.  He‘s in gym shorts and a shirt that hugs his amazing body.  They fit him perfectly, showing off his muscles but not too tight.  You know he is fit but he doesn’t have to show it off.  I do notice he is not wearing any underwear and the outline of this cock shows through the shorts.  With a cock like his who wouldn’t want to show it off.  Besides who will complain?  Men like my Master don’t care what others think of him.  That’s part of the power he projects to the world, confidence that he is an Alpha others need to respect him!  I mean, when you see a guy as strong and confident as my Master and his cock shows through his shorts does it matter?  Who would confront him about it?  No one!  They either wish they could be that confident or want to kneel at his feet.  

When Master is dressed, he looks at me and throws the keys to my convertible, “Drive, slave.”

I catch the keys but then remember it isn’t my convertible anymore.  I signed the title over to him last night, just like the deed to the house. 

Before he leaves the house he calls back to Scotty, “Take my SUV home and ride its bike to my brother's shop to get its hair removed.  My brother will be going to school soon but his slave Ralph will be there to perform the process.  My slave Chris is testing the machine.  If all goes well, which I suspect it will, none of my slaves will be able to grow hair ever again.”

He smirks at Scotty and then me and walks out the door.  We both look at each other in shock that our son is having his hair permanently removed right now!  I can’t think about it long as I have to run after our Master and drive him to school just in some skimpy speedos.  

Master climbs in the backseat of the convertible, pulling his youngest slaves with him.  They are naked on either side of him and one is between his legs.. 

Before I can get to the driver's seat, Master calls out, “Slave, go grab the speedos from my car for my slaves here,” patting his three youngest slaves on the head.

One our hot neighbors have admired for years is running past.  He stops watching us and rubs his huge cock that traces down his leg every time he goes for a run.

He walks up to the convertible as I’m looking for the three speedos in Master’s car.  My ass is hanging out of the car.  I hear the guy call out.   

“Hey, Man.  What’s going on here?”

Master looks up at my very fit neighbor.

“I’m just taking my slaves to school.”

“SLAVES!”

“Yeah, I own them and I just acquired three more slaves last night.  You might know them.  Bitch, come hear!”

I assume he is talking to me. Thankfully, I find the speedos just in time and run over to them.  I hand the speedos and my own to our Master.  He just throws them on the floorboards of the car.

Master looks at me, “Bitch, do you know who this Man is?”

“Ah... Master.  He is my neighbor, Jock.  He runs past my house every day.”

Master then looks at my neighbor, “Jock, this bitch, your neighbor, just submitted to me last night.  He even gave me his husband and son.  I own the whole damn family!”

Jock looks surprised but then a smirk forms on his face. 

“Dam, man that is some crazy shit.”

He then looks me up and down like he is seeing me for the first time. 

“Will the bitch is fit for his age?  Is he a good fuck?”

“Yeah, it is but its husband and son are even better!”

My face goes red now.  Did Master out my family’s enslavement to my neighbor?  Fuck! The neighborhood will definitely know now my family are slaves to our young Master. 

“Man, you own the husband and son too!  Dam! That’s HOT!”

Jock is now rubbing his cock through his spandex running shorts. I can’t help but stare at it.  The thing must be at least 9 or 10 inches. 

Master then grabs slave Rob who is kneeling naked between his legs and pulls him into his crotch.  

“So, I assume these young hotties are your slaves too?”

Master smiles, “Yeah, these two, I acquired from the family next door to me,” pulling Jimmy and Billy to him in a headlock where they are forced to smell his pits and cause their ass to be on display for Jock.

Jock looks down at the bubble butt of Billy, “NO SHIT! You own another family too!”

Master smirks, “Not completely.  My brother owns one of the brothers of these two and my Dad owns their fathers.”

“DAM! Your brother and father own slaves too!  Must be nice to own a piece of ass like these two.  May I?”, motioning to rub Billy’s ass. 

Master just nods as he pulls out his cock for slave Rob to serve him.  Jock reaches into the car and rubs the ass of Billy, tracing a finger up and down the boy’s hole.  He enters Billy and smiles. 

“Man! This boy is tight!  I love tight holes.  The younger ones are a lot tighter than the sluts in college.  What college are you in?”

Master smirks, “I’m still in high school.”

“NO SHIT!  You’re still in high school and you own these boys!  I’m impressed!”  

Master asks, “Do you own any boys?”

“Yeah, I will tonight.  Some of the boys we auctioned off a couple of weeks ago are coming off their contract and will become slaves to my frat.  We have slave auctions to raise money but also to weed out boys who won’t commit to ‘belonging’ to the frat.  If they survive being temporary slaves to the guys who purchased them for a few weeks then they should be good slave material for the frat.”

Master pulls Rob deeper onto his cock.  I see the talk about auctioning off slaves is getting him excited. 

Master asks, “So, you have slave auctions to find truly committed slaves for your frat.  That is smart.  So, after they come off their temporary contract, how long is their contract to the frat last?”

Jock is now pushing three fingers into Billy’s hole and I hear muffled moans as he licks Master’s pits. 

“The contract to the frat lasts for the whole time the slave is in school.  If they go for their Masters then it will be extended automatically.”

Master now is very interested in how their system works.

“So, do these slaves just work for the frat or are they assigned to a specific brother?”

“The slaves are assigned to a brother.  That is why I will be getting one soon.  I just joined the frat a few months ago and I’m looking forward to having a slave for at least 4 more years.  I will be moving into the frat so will be able to control the bitch 24/7!”

Jock then notices the slave collars around all of our necks. 

“Man, those collars are hardcore.  Where did you get them?”

Master’s smile turns to a satisfying grin as he is about to help out his brother with more sales. 

“My brother sells them in his kinky / leather shop downtown.”

“SHIT! Your brother owns that kink shop downtown.  I went there a year ago.  I thought it was owned by a sub named Ralph.  Did your brother buy it from him?”

“Not exactly.  My brother enslaved Ralph and in the process acquired the shop.”

“WOW! That blows my mind!  I never imagined someone who owns a business would just give it away like that!”

“My family believes in complete ownership of a slave.  It isn’t some sex game.  Once we enslave a boy, we own everything about the boy, his mind, body, and all of its possessions.  Our belief is that a slave is property and who heard of property owning anything?  My car can’t own another car, can it?  The same goes for slaves.  They are our property, something we own, like this car I just acquired from that slave.”

Master points to me!  I open my eyes wide as the frat boy looks at me, shaking his head and then back at Master. 

“You took the slave’s car?”

“Not only its car but its house, clothes, stocks and bonds. Everything it used to own before it became my property is now mine!”

Master laughs sadistically.  He loves the fact that he took everything I used to own.

“HOLY SHIT!  That is amazing.”

“Yeah, that slave your frat will own, needs to realize that it is property, owned by the frat and loaned to you.  When it graduates you should take possession of it completely.  Going to a school as expensive as the one you go to, that slave either has a rich family with a trust fund or it’s there on an academic scholarship.  Find out which and if it has a trust fund make sure you acquire that fund when you enslave it for good.”

“Do you really think it will give me its trust fund if it has one?”

“If you train the slave to devote itself to you completely then yes. You will have at least 4 years to train it to worship the ground you stand on!  Remember slaves are property.  Once you own it then it’s only right that everything is yours.  It makes no sense for a slave to own anything!  It's just in their nature to submit to the better man.  Besides, I predict that volunteer slavery will be the law of our nation someday.  When that happens, have that slave where it belongs as your property!”

“Shit man thanks for the advice.  FUCK!  I’m now so fucking horny.  I need my slave to fuck right now!”

Master points to me, “Use my slave hole for now but make it quick.  We need to get to school soon.”

My neighbor pulls his finger out of Billy and walks to me.  He grabs my neck and pushes me over the front of the convertible’s hood.  Now! I’m looking right at my Master through the windshield.  He smirks at me as three fingers are roughly shoved up my hole.
 
“Man, this slave is just as tight as your younger slave boy.” 

Master yells out, “Yeah, that’s because it thought it was a Top before I took ownership of it’s tight hole.”

Master laughs which only humiliates me more. I’m about to be fucked in front of the house and on the car I used to own!   Jock pulls his fingers out of my hole and places the head of his cock at my hole. I remember seeing how wide that cock is!  I shake in fear hoping my ass isn’t ripped apart. 

Jock leans over me rubbing the head of his cock up and down my hole.  

He whispers in my ear, “Boy, I saw you watching me run every day as I passed your house,” he laughs, “Oh, yeah, it’s not your house anymore, is it?”

I whisper, “No it is not, Sir?”

“The way you looked at me, I know you were a submissive bitch.  I should have claimed you when I had a chance.  You would have liked that wouldn’t, you?”

“Sir I would of at the time but not now?

“Why not now, bitch?”

He gets pissed now and shoves his cock into my hole. 

I whimper from the pain, “Sir, because, I’m owned by my Master, now.”

He pulls out and slams back into me hard!

“That’s right, boy.  Its Master owns it’s ass.  I love that your whole goddamn family are his slaves. What a fucking rush!  To own a family of slaves!” 

“Tell me, slave.  When your Master took your family from you how did it feel?”

The rush of humiliation and guilt floods back into me.  I caused all of this by challenging my Master in front of the school.   He saw what I was and took me then my family.

“Sir, it was humiliating!  I was powerless to stop him!”

He slams into me again, getting off on my humiliation and helplessness.  

“Why was it powerless to stop him from claiming your family as his own?”

“Because I’m too weak to stop him.”

Another slam into me as tears start to form in my eyes.  I know I’m just a slave now, property of my Master.  

Jock laughs in my ear, “Dam right your too weak!  A submissive bitch like you can’t stand up to a Man like your Master and his family.  You too weak-minded, aren’t you!”

Now crying, “Yes, Sir.”

He laughs, “I can’t wait until I own a slave like you!  Take his family from him.  See him humiliated as he goes from a leader to a weak submissive bitch.  I will take each family member in turn then take all that they own!”

He then starts fucking me hard, breathing heavily in my ear, getting off on how he will take possession of another family!  Another family like mine will be enslaved and Master gave him the idea.  Yet, it was my fault Master was able to take ownership of my family in the first place.  So, it’s also my fault that another family will be enslaved!   More guilt rushes into me as my cock tries to get hard in its cage.  Do I like the idea of my family being enslaved to our Master?

Master watches us intensely as he takes slave Rob's mouth and pumps his now hard and deep in the young slave's throat. Master locks eyes with me and I swear he can see my guilt.  His stare tells me he's allowing this Dominant college guys to fuck me and it pleases him.  He is getting off on the public display of his power. Deep down I know it's his choice who gets to use me. I gave him that power the moment I tried to challenge his authority to rule over weaker submissive boys.  He took ownership of my family because he could.  He knows it's his right to own submissive boys. In his eyes, I see the deep satisfaction of owning me. I thought I owned my family until Master showed me the truth. Master has shown me if this college boy wants to own another submissive family it's his right to do so. Dominant men will take what belongs to them. We submissives have no power to stop what is coming. The guilt I was feeling is now gone. 

Soon, the college Dom dumps his load into my hole as I smile at Master with a deep sense of belonging.  This is where I belong with my family, serving our Master makes it all even better! 

The college Dom pulls out of me, slapping my ass. 

Master orders loud enough for both the Dom and me to hear, “CLEAN!”

I instinctively pull myself off the hood of the car and fall to my knees since I have lost most of my strength in my legs anyway.  I wince in pain as my kneecaps hit the cement driveway.  Yet, I ignore the pain to do as commanded.  Nothing else matters, not even the pain.

I grab hold of the half-hard cock and clean off the sweet and bitter cum.  Its not as delicious as Master’s seed, yet I still enjoy the taste.  The half-hard cock fills my mouth as I lick all around the head and then down the shaft.  

Master then asks if the Dom needs to relieve himself. He looks at Master for a second before understanding.

“WHAT! IT WILL DRINK MY PISS?”

Master smiles with satisfaction and replies in his smooth commanding voice that is directed at me more than the Dom, “Yes, of course it will.  It will do anything I require of it. Won’t it?”

I pull off the now soft cock and say in a loud voice so Master can hear, “YES, MASTER! ANYTHING ITS MASTER REQUIRES IT MUST DO!”

I then put the soft head of the cock in my mouth to make a good seal.  I would hate to spill any of this superior man’s piss.  Plus, I fear what Master would do to me if I did. 

“DAM! You have the boy well-trained. Thanks Man!”

The young Dom then starts the flow.  I work hard to keep up with him.  I look up to see him now smiling down at me with a satisfying smile across his face.  He pets my head as he relaxes, letting the piss flow even faster!  

I swallow as fast as I can to keep up with him.  I fear that I will not be able to!   He sees this and a wicked smile forms on his face.  Then the flow gets even faster.  It takes all of my willpower to swallow his piss as fast as I can.  It seems like forever before the flow starts to slow down.   Yet, it keeps coming as the flow slowly decreases.  

Finally, there is just a trickle and I can open my mouth to take a breath. At the same time, I open wide so the piss can accumulate in my mouth.  After some deep breaths, I close my mouth around the head again and swallow.   

The Dom look satisfied and pleased with me which causes me to smile too!  Pleasing him gives me a deep since of satisfaction.  

“Good boy!”

He rubs my head like one would do for a pet dog then orders, “Go to your owner, boy!”

I look up at him one last time, “Thank you Sir for allow this slave to serve you.  It was a pleasure, Sir.”

I’m not lying, It was a pleasure, especially with Master watching me be of service.  Plus, I will remember it for the rest of my life because it was the moment that Master finally broke me.  I want to serve him now until I die!  He is an amazing man. 

I crawl to my Owner as he opens the door and looks down at me kneeling on the hard concrete.  

“Slave, it did well.  It now understands its true purpose, doesn’t it?”

I look up into his eyes with a new purpose for my life.  

So I proudly claim, “YES, MASTER.  IT PURPOSE IS TO PLEASE ITS OWNER!  NOTHING ELSE MATTERS BUT ITS MASTER’S PLEASURE!”

Master pats my head, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.   I moan with each touch from my Master.  The moans are mixed with groans of pain coming from my dick trying to get hard in its cage.  Yet, that pain just sends more pleasure coursing throughout me, reinforcing Master’s control of me. In my core, I know who and what I am, his property!

“Now, my slave, drive your Master to school.”

Still moaning, “Yes, Master!”

Now very happy, I jump up and run around the car naked.  I hop into the driver’s seat and drive us to school.  The college Alpha continues his run, waving at Master as we pass.   

The wind on my naked flesh is new but enjoyable at the same time.  This is nice. I feel free!  I’m free of the shackles of trying to pretend to be dominant.  I’m finally living the life I was meant to live.  

We stop at a light and I look over to see my son’s best friend, Masood, look at us.  He is in his truck so he can look down at us.   He smirks at us with the same cocky smile the college Alpha boy had.  Instinctively, I can since he’s another Alpha.  Having him living next door and my son’s best friend is going to be interesting.  I just smile back hoping the light will change soon.  Yet, in my mind, I imagine him him having a big Arab cock and pushing me over the dining room table, fucking me as my son uses my mouth at the same time..  DAMN! I’m becoming a fucking slut for Alpha cocks.  

The light changes and he turns right while I go straight,  I watch his truck go toward downtown. I assume he’s on his way to college which is on the other side of town then where we living.  I wonder what he must be thinking seeing his best friend’s father driving naked with a dominant man in the back seat being serviced by three naked boys.  

I look in the rear mirror to see Master’s eyes are closed and a content smile is on his face.  I smile at him, knowing he loves the power he has in owning us.  His three younger slaves are worshiping him by licking his magnificent body as he keeps his hands behind his head.  I can tell they enjoy serving him as much as he is enjoying their service. 

When we get to the school, he roars out just as I park the car.  I know that roar.  He just dumped another load down slave Rob’s throat.  I remember the days when I could dump several loads a day.  At Master’s age he can fuck a lot and still get hard over and over!  I can only imagine how owning a harem of slave can fuel a young man needs. 

The roar gets everyone’s attention and now all eyes in the parking lot are on us.  Most have a look of being impressed and/or jealousy toward his slaves.  

Others, pull up beside us  They are the Alphas from his wrestling team.  They too have boys sucking them off.  Their boys are naked like us.   All the Alpas have cocky smiles on their faces while their boys are serving their hard cocks, trying to get their Alphas’ off.  

Master recovers then calls out to his teammates, “Guys, remember after school today, you need to register your slaves at city hall.  Bring the slave contracts to provide proof ownership.  Tonight you will officially own your slaves.  A deed will be giving for each property you own.  Remember boys, they are the most valuable property you will ever own.  Keep them safe and healthy. Now, boys, lets get to class.”

Master orders, “Slaves, get out!”

We all get out and the younger slaves all kneel beside the car.  So, I join them, still naked.  I feel all eyes of the school are now looking down at me. 

Master throws the speedos to wear and then calls out loudly, “Slaves, until you're legally enslaved and registered you have to be clothed.  So, for today you need minimal clothing.  After you’re registered and deeded, you’ll be naked for rest of your enslavement period.  Once I hand over your slavery contracts tonight, those contracts will become legally binding. You will be deeded property owned by me!  As per each of your contracts, you have freely given up all your human rights to become my property. This is the day that you will change our country forever!  Be proud of what you signed up for and know deep down inside the core of who you are, you were born to be SLAVES!”

All of us yell out in unison, “YES MASTER!”

Everyone watching, students and teachers, all clap and cheer at Master’s impromptu speech.  Master has the gained the heart of our school.  I seen it in the assembly and now again hear as I kneel naked on the hot concrete.  I quickly put on the speedos which really doesn’t hide much.   He has us stand.  Billy is handed a heavy looking backpack which I assume is Master school books, tablet and other supplies.  Master then pulls out another backpack and hands it to me.. Its about as heavy as the briefcase I use to carry to school. 

Master stands in front of me and I look up at him in awe, “Slave, it is still a teacher at this school.  So the backpack will replace the briefcase it used to carry.  Keep all the shit you need for teaching in that backpack. It’s one of my old backpacks so treat it well.”

He grabs my face, forcing me to look into my eyes, “Be good boy!  Do as it’s told.  When it’s teaching be respectifull of all the Masters and Alphas.  Show those Masters what a good obedient slave you are for ME!”

I squeak out nervously, “Yes, Master.  Your slave will make its Master proud.  It will respect all of its superiors, Master and Alphas, alike.”

He holds my face tightly between his strong hands and whispers, “Good, boy!”  

I’m shocked when he kisses me.  He forces his tongue deep into my mouth, dominating my mouth as he does everything else about me.  The kiss is forceful and controlling as he squeezes my face even harder.  He is telling me to be a good boy and obey him!  That is exactly what I’m going to do.   He breaks the kiss and pushes me back, letting go of my face.  I’m about to rub it but then think I better not.  He caused me pain for a reason and I need to take it as good boys should.  

Master then has us all line up behind each other.  From Billy’s backpack, he pulls out short chains with clips on each end.  He clips the chains to each of our collars.  Billy is in front so he clips a leash to his collar.  He grab the leash and pulls us to the school.  Everyone is now looking at us as it is clear that Master now has a harem of slaves and I’m one of them.   Everyone makes room for us to pass as he walks the halls of our school.  They all point and whisper to each other.  

I hear some whisper, “Is that Mr. White.  He looks so different.”

Another comments, “Thats because he is now a slave.  Master Alex is amazing.  He made one of our teachers his slave.”

My face turns red with embarrassment as the students that used to respect me now only see me as a slave.  They even respect Master more because he enslave their teacher.   I know what they’re saying is true.  He is an amazing man and deserves all the respect they’re giving him.  

Master gets to the classroom for my first class of the day.  He unhooks the chain to my collar and pushes me into the classroom.  My students are either sitting around on top of the desks, standing around or some are even kneeling in front of their Masters or Alphas.   Several of the boys kneeling are massaging their Master’s feet.  I see they are the swim team boys that graduated from Master’s ‘Managed Bullying’ program to become real slaves.  Yet, some are the boys who submitted to the smart boys who just joined the ‘Managed Bullying’ program.  I’m used to seeing Alphas like my Master.  These smart boys are skinny, yet, they do have some impressive cocks.

When we enter the room all eyes are on Master and everyone gets quiet.  Yes!  Master is amazing to be able to grab the attention of teenagers just by walking into a room. 

“OK, Listen.  My slave, your teacher, will still teach you math and history as he did before his enslavement.  Yet, he has to respect all Masters and Alphas now!  Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, Master.  Your slave will respect all Masters and Alphas from now on!”

Master pats me on my ass and then pushes me to the front of the class.  He looks at the class and they all go to their seats.  He nods his head and leaves. 

Everyone looks at me as I put Master’s backpack on the desk.  I see that all the slave boys are kneeling beside their Masters.  Their Master’s are petting them as if they are their pets.  Fuck that is hot!  

I’m pull out my tablets and start talking about Roman history. 

I’m interrupted by one of the Masters, ”Mr. Teach Slave, So, how is slavery in our town going to be different then what happened in the Roman empire?” 

Other students in the class giggle at me being called ‘Mr. Teach Slave’.  

I ignore them, “Sir, from what my Master has explained, the slaves in this town are all volunteers. Sir, there were some citizens of the Roman empire that volunteer to be enslaved to pay off debts.  However, many were born as slaves because their parents were slaves. Others were conquered and turned into slaves.  None of that is happening now!  All slaves in our town have to volunteer to be enslaved.  Similar to how a soldier gives themself over to the military.”

Another Master asks, “So, what happens if I breed my slave with another female slave, will the child automatically become a slave?”

I bow my head to the Master and reply, “Sir, let me check something.”

I pull out my phone and text Master the question.  He says there is an outline of voluntary slavery laws in the tablet he provided me.  I look in the backpack to find a tablet I haven’t seen before.  I look up ‘breeding slaves’.  I read it over quickly.  Master then texts me that he plans on breed some of his slaves with Master Eric's female slaves and will follow the law.

“Sir, per what I just read of the new slavery law going in effect tonight, Master’s can breed their slaves but the child has to decide if he or she will become a slave at the age of 16.  Sir, as I understand, my Master does plan on breeding some of his slaves with another Master’s female slave. So, when the offspring turns 16, he or she will be given a choice to become a slave or not.”

The same Master asks, “So, what happens if the offspring chooses freedom?”

“Sir, if they choose be free, I assume they will not inherit any wealth from their parents since they are slaves and cannot own anything.  So, I imagine if the parent’s Master doesn’t supply something then the offspring would be on their own.”

The Master comments, “WOW! That would suck!  I bet some might just choose enslavement to not to become homeless.  Or, the offspring better be good in school to get a full ride at a college or a good job when they turns 16.”

Another Master laughs, “I bet most will choose enslavement because they came from enslaved parents.  I heard that there is some submissive gene that makes our boys so submissive to us.”

Yet, another Master adds, “Fuck, if that is true then wouldn’t the child inherit that submissive gene too.”

I listen to the Master’s train of thought and realize they maybe right.  Did my son inherit his submissiveness from Scotty?  Ever since I have known Scotty, he has been submissive.     

Other Masters are realizing this too, “So, if I get a female slave then I could breed her with my slave boy.  They in 16 years I could have another slave to own.  If I have a son then he could have a slave about the same age as him.  Sweet!”

OH SHIT!  These Masters now are going to start breeding slaves for thier sons to own some day.  I have no doubt that their idea will come true.  The slaves are their property and have them have sex with whomever they like per the soon to be legally binding slavery contracts. Will Master do the same thing to my son Ricky.  Breed him to create more slaves for future generations. 

Then another Master asks, “Mr. Teach Slave, will we be able to sell our slaves?”

I remember in my slavery contract, there was a provision to sell me. 

“Please, Sir, give me a minute to look it up.”

I look at the slavery law and yes indeed there is a provision for selling and inheriting slaves.  Sales can be done either a private sale or through an auction. 

“Sir, from reading the new slavery law, there are provisions for selling slaves either as private sales or through an auction.  There are also provisions for inheriting slaves so that the slave is taken care of after the Master’s passing."

Another Master asks, "What happens its Master does not designate a beneficiary for the slave?"

"Sir, from what I have read, if the Master doesn't provide a beneficiary then the slave would either go to the spouse of its Owner or if not married then it would go to the Owner's children or the next direct relative like siblings or parents of the Owner.  If there are no children or close direct relatives then the slave goes up for auction for the rest of its slavery contract time."

The Master yells out," DAMN! They thought of everything. So, there is no way slaves can be freed early from their enslavement."

Another Master asks, "What if the Master no longer wants the slave? Can it be gifted to someone?" 

All the Masters laugh at that and some yell out,"There's no way I'm giving up my slave."

I wait respectively until all the Masters settle down. This gives me time to read more of the slavery law. 

"Sir, that's a good question. There could be many reasons that a Master might want to give up a slave's ownership.  Like health issues or financial hardship. It says that the Master can give the slave away to anyone he chooses but the receiver will be taxed for the slave. OH WOW!"

Another Master asks, "What is it Mr. Teach slave?" 

"The law says that for white slaves owned by white Masters or Mistresses, their owners must pay a special tax that will be collected for all sales of a white slave. The special tax will be given out evenly to the local black people where the white slave is registered. The special tax is a percentage of the sale."

So that's how Master Frank is going to get the black votes to make the law legalized across the country.  

One of the white Master's ask "So, is this special tax on selling white slaves? I don't have to pay anything right now?" 

"Correct Sir, for the special tax. The value of a slave can't be determined until it is sold. Therefore, no taxes can be assessed. However, if Sir acquires land or money by acquiring a white slave then the special tax and normal taxes apply. For land or other goods, the taxes are required to be paid 6 months from the time of registering a slave. This gives the Masters time to sell any land or other goods if required. A lien is put on the slave's body as collateral until the taxes are paid. If the taxes are not paid after the 6 months then a bound hurter will repossess the slave. And then the slave will be up for auction to pay the back taxes.  This slave suggests to pay the special taxes promptly or Sir might lose his property."

A Black Master asks, "What about Black Men owning white slaves?"

I see a white slave kneeling beside him. I think the Master's name is Marcus. 

"Sir, the special tax doesn't apply to Black Masters but normal property taxes do apply. So, if Sir acquires land, money, stocks or other goods then normal state and national taxes apply."

A white Master asks, "Shit what if I can't pay the taxes on land I acquire from owning my slaves?"

"Sir, I would suggest talking with a tax lawyer to determine Sir's options."

I see another Black Master grab Master Marcus's hand. He looks at all the white Masters in the room.

“Guys, my parents are lawyers, they can help.  I’m sure they can figure something out. Remember, right now you need to pay taxes on any assests the slave used to own.  Remember what Mr Teach slave said, you can always sell some of the assets to pay the taxes."

Master Marcus squeezes his lover's hand, “Yeah, Guys Malik’s parents are really good lawyers.  You should be good.  Anyways, you will be helping out my brothers and that should be reason enough to pay the special tax.” 

Master Malik nods his head then kisses his lover. They start making out ignoring the class for now. It's hot watching them and I moan in pain as my locked up dick tries to get hard. 

One of the Masters yells out, "Mr Teach Slave likes to watch Masters make out, doesn't he?" 

I realize it's the Mayor's son. For the last few months he has been at every new broadcast and interview with the Mayor. It wouldn't surprise me if the young Master will be the town's Mayor someday. 

Now red faced I have to be honest and respectful to my Superior especially this one. 

"Yes Sir. Watching two dominant men making out gets this slave excited."

The Mayor's son, laughs, "Yeah, Mr Teach Slave, we can all see that. That's why I intend on keeping my slaves naked all the time. I don't want them hiding anything from me, especially having hots for another Master. My property only will have the hots for me. Isn't that right, boys?"

Two slim sexy Asian boys look up at their Master with love. It's the same look I have for my Master.  The Master looks down at his boys and smiles then rubs their heads like they are his pets. 

Another boy that I remember as Joe is rubbing the Mayor son's neck.  Then I remember this Master and his white boy, Joe, were best friends.  Now I see that now Joe is the Master's slave. Yet, there is more to their relationship than just Master and slave.  No, the manner of his massaging his Master's neck shows affection and love.  Joe then bends over and kisses his Master / lover's neck. The Master then rubs Joe head and neck as a lover would. 

The Mayor's son has a way about him that shows both kindness and power!  He whispers in Joe's ear. Joe looks at one of Asian boys and you see a unspoken message between them.  The Asian slave crawls between his Master's legs, opens his pants and pulls a gorgeous half hard cock.  He puts just the head of the cock in his mouth. Soon, I see the boy swallowing rapidly.  He must be swallowing his Master's piss. The boy seems to have no issue being a urinal for his owner. 

The Master, Mayor's son, looks at me, "Mr Teach slave, you're owned by Master Alex, right? 

"Yes Sir."

"So, I take it, Master Alex owns your family too?" 

My face goes red! 

"I thought so. Master Alex, like his father, enjoys owning families. We have that in common. Yet, the families I own were inherited so to speak. Tell your Master to stop by the Mayor's mansion sometime and we can have some fun with you and your family.  Tell him he can use my family of slaves too. He will know what I mean."

"Yes Sir. I will let my Master know. It will be a pleasure to serve you with my Master's blessing." 

"Yeah, I bet you will." He laughs then eyes me like a new prey he wants to conquer. 

The bell rings which saves me from more embarrassment.  Now, I know the Mayor's son wants to use my family and me.  I understand a little bit better now how Master Frank got the mayor to sign the volunteer slavery law.  If his son owns slaves then the most likely his father owns slaves as well.  Wonder what I will find out when Master Alex meets up with the Mayor's son.  I remember there is another son but he is no longer in the spot light.  We use to see him on TV with the Mayor all the time.  Now the adopted son took his place.  What happened to the birth son?  Something changed to give the adoptive son more power in their household. I bet Master Frank had something to do with it and it is tied to the slavery law.  My Master’s family is very powerful. More powerful than I can ever imagine. 

Each of my history classes goes the same way with Masters wanting to know how the new law works.  In a way, we are making history. Free people will be writing stories about us for a long time to come.  The town that changed the world!  In a way, I feel proud to do my part in shaping a new path forward for our nation. 

My math classes are not as engaging as my history classes. 

During my lunch period I'm called to the principal's office over the school wide PA. The principal even calls me 'Mr Teacher Slave White" which is degrading in so many ways.   As I walk down the hall all of the students mock me as all students do when they are sent to the principal's office. What makes it worse is that they all call me "Mr Teach SLAVE!", emphasis on ‘SLAVE’.  I have lost my students' respect. How will I be able to control my classroom after this? 

The answer is given to me when I meet the principal. When I open the door, I'm shocked to see our principles face down over his desk with my Master fucking him hard. Plus, the black Master, Marcus, is fucking his mouth. 

When I see this I quickly shut the door and kneel beside my Master.  My principal is naked with a thin collar around his neck that can be hidden under clothes. Master Marcus is holding the collar in his right hand as he fucks our principal's throat. 

It doesn't take long for Master Marcus to dump his seed down our principal's throat. He pulls out and I'm mesmerized by his gorgeous black cock. He dick slaps our principle in the face causing some of his seed to fly around the office, hitting me in the face as well. 

Marcus looks down at our principal, "See you, white bitch, at home. Mom will be taking you to be registered when it's white ass gets home."

Marcus looks up at my Master, "I guess your father's plan is finally coming together. Just remember to make sure my black brothers get the agreed upon special tax revenue for each white slave sold. When the goes nationwide my brothers will finally be able rise up to level of the white man and in many cases way above them as thier owners. Just like this white bitch is for my mother."

He then lightly slaps our enslaved principle in the face, smearing his seed all over its face. 

"Isn’t that right, white boy."

"Yes Master. This white slave is below all black men. It deserves to be enslaved. It's your mother's white male animal."

Marcus looks up at Master ignoring the slave that feels he is below all black men. As a slave he is of course but I didn't realize the deal that Master Frank made with the dominants in the black community. 

Master smiles reassuringly, "Of course, Marcus. My father honors all of his deals. A lot is pending on the black vote when the constitutional slavery law is amended.  The black people will get that special tax for selling enslaved white boys and girls."

Marcus smirks at Master and then leaves the office. For the first time, I notice two white boys stand up and follow Master Marcus. One is the slave boy from my class. While the other slave looks like an old version of younger white slave. Then it hits me. Older slave must be its father or an uncle.  More families being enslaved.  For some reason I'm not surprised.  Families in our town are being enslaved everywhere I look. 

The deal with the black dominants is the only way Master Frank can get a new slavery law passed and our constitution amended.  It is genius but in the long run it could make black people the most powerful race and putting us whites in bondage for all time. This could backfire in a big way. Whatever happens I know I will never be freed.  My slavery contract states that I'm a slave for life.  Even though I will not be in control of what happens, I'm still a student of history. I find it all very interesting.  From the ‘Managed Bullying’ program to the mayor’s son owning slaves and now this deal with the black community. Plus, with the slave collars controlling the slaves every movement, it looks like Master Frank is putting all the pieces together like a master puzzle maker with both of his sons' help.  The collars control us slaves like no other slaves have been controlled in human history.   Master's brother stands to make a fortune off devices to control slaves.  I think there is no stopping this family from their goal of legalizing volunteer slavery.   Who knows what other deals Master Frank has in the works. 

My Master looks down at me, "Slave, I realize it will not have proper control of a bunch of superior Alphas and Masters in its classroom. Therefore, I have decided to create a new class for those that will have more respect for it.  It will now be teaching slavery class to newly enslaved boys or boys who want to be become a slave.”  

He hands me a tablet with a list of class names: "Why does one want to be a slave", "Proper slave etiquette 101". and "Domestic service 101 and 201." 

Master goes on to say, “With the help of my slave, Scotty, it will show all the newly enslaved boy how to be a propere slave in our new world. Over time when slavery has been re-established, it will teach ‘The history of volunteer slavery’.  These classes will be attended by already enslaved students, those who want to be enslaved or those who want to know more about the proper life of a slave.  Its history background will be perfect in explaining the differences between old ways of slavery to our new enlightened version where slavery is chosen.  It will help guide boys and girls who want to be enslaved to their true purpose in life. I feel we need classes like this so there are no false assumptions about the new law. Does my slave understand its new class assignements?"

I look up at Master realizing this is another piece of the puzzle for completely their goal.  If they can shape the young minds in accepting slavery as a good option for their future, more young people will choose enslavement.  As slaves they will not be able to vote so that gives more power to the Masters that enslaves them. Then I remember part of the town slavery law made 16 year old adults.  Now 16 year olds can vote except for those who are enslaved.  If my new classes spread across the country and with the ‘Managed Bullying’ program, all the young Masters will have a bigger voice.  As more boys and girls are enslaved their Masters will be deciding for them. It is another ingenious piece of the puzzle. 

"Yes Master. It understands its orders. It will guide those who are meant to be owned to their proper place in society."

Shit! I'm now going to be actively helping more boys and girls choose to enslave themselves. As a slave, I have no choice but to do as my Master wishes.  

Will history see me as a good or bad influence on the future. Or, because I'm a slave, it doesn’t matter. As they say history is written by conquers and not the conquered.  Of course, I'm the conquered so you can guess what will be said about me!

Master orders me to bend over the desk beside my boss, the principle.  Well he isn’t really my boss anymore is he, Master is.   My 16 year old Master has taken over our school!

I grab hold of the other side of the desk to prepare for what is about to happen.  The other slave looks at me with peace and happeness showing on his face.  He smiles at me as his body is slammed against his desk.  He moans with each hard thrust!  I look down and see his balls are being slapped against the desk's drawer.  I wince at how painful that must be.  However, his face shows no effect from the pain, only pure bliss!

Then Master pulls out of him, moves over to me and lines up his massive cock to my hole.  I take a big breath as he pushes the head of his cock into my hole.  I now remember how wide his is.  Fuck! Its stretching me so much.  I groan out in pain.  He then grabs hold of my collar, arching my back giving him more leverage!   I groan again but this time from the pain in my back being bent in half.  Then with one hard thrust, Master slambs into me!   All I can do is hold on tight to the edge of the desk as Master rides me like a horse at a rodeo!    He is relentless!  Being young, horny and dominant, he can fuck like no one has ever fuck me before!  

Master Marcus left the door open to the office and I can see the young male receptionist watching the show.   The outer door is open too and I see other Masters watching us with their slaves kneeling beside them, groping their owners. 

Master stares at them with determination and control.  The Masters and slaves are all memorized, watching Master show how much control he has over this school.  He has the principle and a teacher side by side, fucking the shit out of them.  

He switches between us, determined to show everyone who is now in control!   More students start gathering around the office.  Yet, all I can hear is kissing and sucking sounds from the hall.   

Finally, Master pulls back on my collar as hard as he can, slamming his cock deep into my hole.  Next, you hear a roar like a lion calling out to all the animals around him that he is their king!  I feel my hole being filled up with shots after shots of his hot seed.  

Then hoots, holars and clapping come from all the students watching.   You can see the admiration in their faces and hear it in the cheer of support!   The slave next to me is just the princple in name only.  Master is now our real principle!  

The bell rings and Master orders, “Everyone, get to class!”

I have never seen my students rush so fast at any command given.