White Lives Owned

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 story is a spinoff of my story “Owning My Family”.  It follows the rise of a black family from rags to riches by owning a rich white family.  The story involves interracial domination and slavery.

Characters:

• 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 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.

• Mistress Nahla Martin - Mother of Malik and wife of Jamiul Martin. A Black lawyer trying to do right by black people.   Worked years trying to reparations for the descendants of black slaves. 

• Master Jamiul Martin - Father of Malik and husband to Nahla Martin. A black lawyer trying to do right by his black brothers.  Worked years trying to reparations for the descendants of black slaves.  Age 45, 6ft 2 inches tall.  200 pounds, 11 inches long, and 6.5 inches around cock.  Solid muscle with a football linebacker build.  Just as competitive as his son.  Raised as a proud straight Black Man.  

 

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WHITE LIVES OWNED

 

POV Master Malik

I’m black 16 years living in an openly gay community.   My black boyfriend and are on the high school wrestling team.  We are both dominant guys and attracted to white submissive guys.  So, on more than one occasion, we have fucked a white boy from both ends.  To our luck, our wrestling coach and the swim coach came up with a new way to handle the bullies on my wrestling team.  To my boyfriend's and my amazement, the coaches convinced the swim team to be submissive to our wrestling team.  The coaches are calling the subs, “Bullied Boys” and the new program “Managed Bullying”.  Even more amazing is that two white boys kneel at our feet.  I look down at my boy as he recites his promise to serve me. 

“I promise to obey my bully anytime and anywhere. I will submit to my bully to satisfy his dominant nature.  I submit to my bully as his owned property.   I sacrifice myself to save those who cannot protect themselves from my bully. Therefore, I give myself to my owner freely and without any restrictions.”

DAM! My cock is growing as he tells me how he will submit to me and become my property.  I cannot believe these boys are sacrificing themselves to save my wrestling team.  Yet, when I look down into his eyes, there is something deeper to his submission.   I look over at my boyfriend Marcus and he is looking down at his boy with a smirk.  Then he looks up at me with a wide grin.  I grab the back of his head and guide him into a passionate kiss while I pull my boy’s open mouth onto my now-hard cock.  We kiss as we both guide our boys to the cocks they clearly want. 

SHIT! My boy does know how to suck cock.  He clearly is an experienced cocksucker.  The locker room turns into an orgy of horny teenagers dominating the weaker submissive swim time.  

So, break the kiss and say, “Marcus, let's find someplace where we can have some privacy.”

I grin at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the storage room for the wrestling mates.  I pull Marcus down to a mat and lean up against a rolled-up mat against the wall.  I grab the back of his head again, pulling into another kiss and pushing my tongue into his mouth.  We compete to control each other's tongues.  The fight only makes us want each other more. Our white boys follow us, crawling between our legs and diving onto our leaking cock heads. 

My hands are all over Marcus while our boys keep our cock hard.   We make out for 30 minutes as Marcus and I stimulate all the most sensitive parts of each other strong bodies.  I love finding the most sensitive places that get Marcus going.  He grabs his boy's hair and forces him up and down on his cock as I explore all the delicious areas of Marcus, starting with licking around his earlobes.  I work my way down his strong chin and down his neck. Marcus moans, driving his boy’s warm mouth harder and faster on his raging cock. Like my boy, he knows how to take a rough face fuck.   I kiss and lick down to his chest, circling my tongue around each nipple.  I taste his sweet delicious sweat dripping down his perfectly defined chest.  

I grab my boy his hair, phishing him down hard on my cock just as deep as Marcus is doing with his boy.  As I work my down to Marcus’s abs, I force my boy to move with me.  All that matters is worshiping Marcus’s delicious sexy bod.  

Marcus then grabs my neck, pulling me back into a passionate kiss.  I love him so much!  We both pick up speed fuck facing our boys while I make out with the love of my life!  

Soon, my balls tight up knowing that I’m about to dump my load.  I hold Marcus just as tightly as I hear the familiar sounds of my love about to release too.  We growl in each other's mouths feeling one of the most intense orgasms of my life!    

We let go of our boy’s heads as we recover in each other’s arms.  I hear them breathly as I lay on Marcus's chest. 

Our boys milk our cocks dry as I lay with Marcus, absently licking his right nipple. Yes, their mouths feel nice.  It is going to be wonderful to have our own white boys if we can do that again. 

Finally, after recovering we get dressed and Marcus drives me and my boy home.  I kiss him good by then take my boy up to face my parents.  I have no idea what they are going to say have a white boy now as my ‘bullied boy’.

I walk in with my white boy following behind me.  I smirk seeing the look on my parent's faces, seeing a mostly naked boy, only in a Speedos walk into our apartment. 

Dad yells out, “Malik what is that white boy doing in just speedos?”

I smile, “Dad, you will never guess what happened at practice today.  My coach talked this boy to be my bitch!  He gave some lame excuses about saving my team by making designated bullies.  My boy here is my designated bully.  He had to promise to be my boy, even my property, whatever that means.  All I know is he has a hot mouth.  Marcus got a boy too.  You know we are both Tops.  So, it works out great for both of us.  Mom and Dad, what do you think?”

“Son, if the white boy is ok with being your bitch then I guess you can keep him.”

I grab my boy’s ass cheeks and pull him into me.  

“Thanks, Dad, Mom.”

I then kiss the boy and then grab his hand, pulling him to our balcony.  Looking over the balcony I see my friend George from the wrestling team.  Shit is that the white family on the fifth floor.  Fuck Me!  Is that white family naked in the parking lot?  Holly shit, I’m impressed.  George not only got one of the swim boys to become his bitch but has a whole goddam white family.   

I yell down at George, “Shit! Man, did you get that whole white family to submit to you?”

He yells back, “Yeah, they did. I claimed the white boy and his parents yesterday.”

Looking down at the enslaved white family gets me excited.  Could I do that to my boy’s family?  I grab my boy’s ass and pull him to me.   He has a nice ass for a white boy.  He is only his speedo and has been like that since I brought him home to meet my parents.  When I brought him home I explained everything that happened at practice today.  They were a little shocked at first but then when they saw I brought home a white boy who chose me to be his bully they warmed up to the idea.  

So, now I’m standing on my balcony looking over the side to see a white family submit to my friend and teammate.  

I look at my mostly naked boy and yell out for all to hear

“WHITE BOY! DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THE SAME TO YOUR FAMILY?”

He looks down nervously with his face turning red.  White boys are so easy to read. 

Barely audible, “Yes, Sir!”

His face gets even more red. Fuck me!  His little pecker is growing in his sexy speedos.  I slap his ass and call down to my friends when he asks what my boy said. 

“YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT, THE BOY SAID YES!”

My friend says he isn’t surprised.  That, a slave like him will do anything for their Master.  Is that what I am, his Master?  Fuck Me!    

I laugh and whisper in his ear, “Boy, you want that, don’t you? You want to be my white slave.  You want to see your whole family as my slaves, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

When he calls me Master, a rush of power floods through me!   It’s similar to when I overpower my opponent on the mat.   

I see a wet spot forming in front of his Speedos.  Again, I look down over the railing as I watch the white family strip naked right in the parking lot for all my black brothers to see.  I imagine my boy’s family stripping in front of me and dam if I like the idea.   When the BLM movement was at its highest, my parents explained to me all the shit they went through at the hands of white men.   They wanted a better life for me.  So, when Mom and Dad got jobs working for one of the richest men in our state they took the opportunity.   Their boss found us this apartment where we can live in a gated community.  Plus, the community is very open-minded and gay-friendly.   Unfortunately, their boss is of course a white man. 

They both got law degrees late in life and have a lot of debt.  So, this apartment is all we can afford even though they are Junior lawyers in the firm.  Most of the families living in the apartment building work for one of the well-off gay white men in this community.  Many clean their homes or work in their businesses.  Like any community there are different classes and black people are not given the same opportunities afforded by white privilege. Even in our open gay community, we are still second-class to whites. 

So, outside of work, my parents have been active in the BLM movement and provide free legal aid to help our brothers in need.  Therefore, we have lots of support in our apartment building and the greater black community at large.  One of the reasons my parent’s law firm hired them is to show that the firm supports black people. So, the firm has given my parents some high-profile legal cases.  Even though they are high profile they did not pay well.  Yet, my parents use those high-profile cases to spread the word to the larger black community, in hopes to spread the word they are there for them when they are in hard times with white authority.  They have also fought for civil rights and reparation through the courts and Congress.     

Yet still, not many of my brothers in our community own businesses or fancy houses like my friend George or Alex's family does.  When a brother like me can get an edge over some white boy and possibly his family, they are very supportive.  So, when they yell out support for me enslaving my boy’s family, it makes me feel like they have my back and gives me the courage to really be able to enslave his family.  However, it sounds ridiculous.  A back boy like me, able to enslave a white family, that is crazy, right?  I can see how Gorege was able to do it.  First, he is white and the newly adopted son of the Mayor.  He is now in a position of power despite his background.    

At that moment, my Dad walks onto the balcony wanting to know what all the commotion is about. He looks down just as George’s white boy strips naked and climbs into Joe's car. 

"Malik, is that white boy naked in our parking lot?" 

"Dad, yeah he is one of my friend George's slaves."

"What the fuck?  White boys are now enslaving each other?" 

"Yeah, George just got a whole white family to submit to him. You should have seen it, Dad!  Both the white boy’s parents also strip naked in the parking lot!" 

"Fuck!  I will never understand the minds of crackers. I see this at work. Those white boys suck up to our partners at the firm all the time. They just love to serve. Son, it's in their blood!" 

"Dad, I know!”

Slapping my boy’s ass. 

“My white boy here just agree to allow me to enslave his family.  My friend, George says slaves like my boy will do anything to please his Master."

My Dad then looks down at the small white boy, spinning him around to look at him, while I keep a hold of his ass.  He is shaking in the presents of my Dad.  Dad is a large man who keeps himself in shape.  I’m not surprised that my boy might be scared.  My dad can be intimidating. 

"White boy, is that true?  You want to be my son to enslave your white family?" 

My Dad stands over him, staring in his eye. My boy stares back like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

In a low voice, clearly scared out of his mind, my boy answers, "Yes, Master, Sir!"

Dad spits out the next question, covering my boy’s face with his spit.

"So, I'm your Master too, white boy?" 

Still shaking with fear as I grip harder on his ass right cheek. 

"Yes Master, all black men are, Sir!" 

Holly Shit!  Did my boy say all Black people are his Masters? 

"Why is that, WHITE BOY?," raising his voice.

"Well…  Master Sir is it…" 

"SPEAK, BOY!" 

I see Dad is getting frustrated. 

So, I suggest, "Dad I think you're scaring him. Why don't we go inside and let the boy explain."

"Oh, yeah son, I think you're right.  Sorry, son, let's go inside." 

Dad can get passionate when he is determined to get answers. That passion is what I believe makes Mom and him great lawyers.  Even though Dad comes off strong at times, he does have a good heart. Before getting the job with their up-scale lawyer firm, my parents worked at an outreach non-profit center.  Then one day, out of the blue, they got an offer they said they couldn't refuse.  They were worried about me living in our old neighborhood and being gay.  I told them I can take care of myself and that they are doing great work for our brothers.  Yet, they insisted on moving to this gated gay-friendly town.  So, we had to move.  

Now I am happy with my white friends on the wrestling team and I even have a boyfriend.  He is the other black boy on my team.  I wonder how Marcus is doing with his white boy. I send Marcus a text telling him what is happening.  He texts back saying his white boy is sucking his cock while his playing video games.  Marcus mother’s married our principal.  The white man spoils Marcus but who’s complaining?  He gets all the best game systems, has a fancy car and all the best clothes.  We have fucked a lot of white boys in his room.  We are both tops so we share our fuck toys.  

I text him back, “Have you fuck him, yet?”

“No, not yet.  I want to fuck him when my wimpy stepdad gets home so he hears the boy scream as I take his cherry.  You know how much my stepdad jerks off to us using our fuck toys.”

When he suspected his stepdad was jerking off to Marcus and me fucking our boy toys, Marcus set up a hidden camera in his Mom’s and step Dad’s bedroom.  One time when we were tag teaming a white boy, we hear the front door open and his Dad walked by his room. Marcus’s door was partly open and we saw him glance in then rush to his room and closed the door behind him.  Sure enough, the next time we were fucking a boy, his Dad was jerking off on camera.  Marcus showed me his phone of his Dad jerking off as I had my cock buried in a white boy’s throat. We made more noises and he jerked off faster and heard him moan out “Please fuck me, Sir.”  That confirmed he jerks off to fantasies about his stepson’s fucking him.    

Since then we have seen his Mother dominating his stepdad on the camera.  Marcus says his stepdad is such a pussy.  I think Marcus wants to fuck his stepdad but is worried that his Mother wouldn’t allow it.  She runs the household so he knows he has to get her approval first. I’m not surprised that Marcus’s stepdad is his Mother’s white bitch.    

I put my phone in my pocket when my Dad leads us to the living room and sits in his usual recliner. He then points at my boy and then between his legs. 

"Kneel, boy!”

My boy kneels between my Dad's legs. Fuck he looks so submissive kneeling in front of my Dad.  I want him to suck me off like Marcus is doing with his boy.  Yet, at the moment, Dad has taken over the situation.  Besides, Dad is on a mission to find the truth. People never tell the whole truth. They leave out details to make themselves look good. Dad said he sees it in the courtroom all the time. 

I sit down in our other recliner.  Dad stares down at my boy and then at me. I give him a look to go easy on the boy.  He nods once, then looks down now with a friendly smile.  When he wants to disarm a witness in court Dad knows how to turn on the charm, especially white people. 

He ruffles the boy shaved head.  I see the tension start falling away from my boy, as he looks up, smiling at my Dad. 

"Boy, now we can be friends, right? I mean you like son don't you?" 

"Yes, Master Sir, very much."

"What's your name boy?" 

"Chris, Master!"

"OK, Christy, why do you want to be your my son's slave? And, why do you feel all Black men are your Masters? Is it some sick fantasy to get in my son's pants?" 

"OH NO! Master, not at all.  I really want to be your son's slave.  For real, Master. It's no game or sick fantasy. I feel black man and their families were wronged at the hands of my family." 

"Your family?  Don't you mean white men in the general sense? Your white ancestors enslaved my ancestors before the Civil War?" 

"Well, Master, yes that too but my family…" 

"What about your family, BOY?" 

I see Dad is once again starting to lose his patience. 

So, I speak up, "It's ok boy, you can tell my Dad."

He looks at me and I think he might start crying.  So, I kneel on one leg beside him and rub his back. 

"Go on tell my Dad and me about your family. You can trust us. I'm your Master after all, right?" 

My boy turns to me, "Yes, Master, I trust you. I’ve been wanting to tell this to you for so long but I've never been brave enough.”

My boy looks at my Dad and then at me.

“Go on.  I know you’re brave.  You submitted to me in front of your whole swim team.  That was really brave.  So, go on tell us about your family.”

I’m now curious as to what my boy is going to reveal.  He looks up at my Dad as I continue to rub his smooth back.  

He takes in a big breath, “Master, my family used to own black slaves. My great great
grandfather found out about the civil war before it started and move most of his wealth overseas to banks in Europe.  He was preparing in case the North won the war.  He was afraid the North would seize his assets and immense fortune.  So, when the North freed the black slaves and took my family’s land, he used that wealth to create the law firm your parents now work for.  He changed his name to hide his past.  I found this all out when I was doing a school project to research my family tree. I felt so guilty that my family owned black men and profited from the labor of these black men. I did a deep dive into the black slaves that my family owned and found your family name.  I confronted my Dad about our family's terrible past. He said he was ashamed of it as much as I was. I showed him I found your family name and asked if he could help your family out."

Both Dad and I were shocked. 

Then we hear, "Then you're the reason we have our jobs with the firm."

Chris looks at my mother and starts to cry, "I'm so sorry, Mistress. I hope I didn't offend you or overstep my station."

I had to smirk at the boy, using the word 'Station' like he is below us.  In his mind, maybe he is below us. 

Dad looks at the boy then rubs his head, "Boy, we understand you were trying to right a terrible wrong that your family did personally to my family.  We do appreciate it but I don't think we can work for your family’s law firm anymore. It's like we are being used to free your family's guilt."

"Please, Master. Don't quit. I can help out more. I can help you become a partner and eventually take over the firm. I know my Dad feels guilty about what our family did to yours. I don't think he will ever be free of his guilt.  Just like me, no matter how much I try to repay you, nothing will be enough.  When I said early, I would help Master Malik enslave my family I really meant it.  Also, I will be turning 18 next month and will have access to my inheritance.  I want to give it all to your family and your righteous cause for the black people who were wronged by my family.”

My Dad looks at my boy and nods his head. 

“White Boy, I believe you. You do feel guilty and really want to make amends for your family‘s horrible enslavement of my kin.  You’re right my family should be compensated for the years of generational wealth your family has acuminated and stolen from us.”

Dad looks at Mom. 

“Love! I think this is the path forward.  We tried using the courts and the legislator to get the reparations that we and our brothers deserve.  Why not enslave his white family and acquire the wealth that was built by our family’s slave labor?  Once they are enslaved we will put them to work just like our family was back in the day. They should feel what it’s like to be enslaved as was our family!”

I feel Dad’s anger starting to build.

My mom smiles, “Honey, you’re right.  We tried so hard to get reparation for what this white family and so many like them did to so many other black families.  Maybe it’s time to enslave them instead.  What do you have in mind, Honey?”

Dad looks at my boy, “White boy, how can you help us enslave your family?  I don’t just want your parents, brothers, and sisters enslaved.  I want your whole extended family owned by my family.  I want all your despicable white family-owned by my son, my wife, and me.  We will get our reparation by enslaving them and our brothers will finally have the wealth they deserve!”

Now my boy is smiling too.  He truly does want to help us.  His guilt is feeding his submission to us.  

“Master, my father is more guilt-ridden than he wants to admit.  He has transferred the guilt into watching porn about white boys submitting to Superior Black Men.  I found his tablet full of this type of porn.  I think Master Malik can use that to get him to support your causes to start enslaving my entire family.  If my Dad were to walk in on me being fucked by Master Malik, he would submit to your son too.  Master you can use his weak horny guilt-ridden mind to enslave him.  Once your son enslaves my father then he will allow my younger brother and sister to submit to him as well.  I know my Uncle is BI.  If my Uncle could get over his white pride he would love to be fucked by you or your son.  Master and Mistress, I have info about Uncle and my cousins that you could use to break them.”

“So, you’re saying use the sick weak horny minds of your pathetic white family to get them to enslave themselves.   Have my son and me fuck your family into submission.”

Dad looks at me and asks, “Son, can you do that?  Can you fuck this pathetic weak white family into being submissive slaves?  Can you do this for your family and our black brothers?”

WOW! My Dad is asking me to fuck my boy’s entire family and make them our slaves.  Well, SHIT!  That sounds like fun!  I’m horny most of the time. So, I need to fuck a lot!  Why not fuck the white family and make them my slaves?  

I smirk, “Yes, Dad I can do that!”

Dad slaps me on the back, “That’s my boy.  Make your father proud and fuck that weak white family into the slaves they should have always been.”

Dad then looks at my boy, “White Boy! What else can you tell me about your family?”

“Master, my Uncle purchased the plantation where my family enslaved yours all those years ago. It is still a cotton farm but now he uses illegal workers to work it.  He treats them like slaves. Even housing them in the old slave quarters. They are illegals just trying to survive. I have even seen him and my cousins whip them when they didn’t produce enough.  Please Master free them from their bondage.  My Uncle and his family are horrible!”

“I understand, boy, once my son enslaves your Dad, my wife and I will work on your Uncle and his family.  We will have to put the plantation back to the way it used to be but this time it will be your white family working the land. Those illegal workers will be their overseers and paid handsomely for their efforts.  We will find a path forward so they can become citizens too!”

I laugh at the thought, imagining those illegal workers whipping my boy and his entire extended family as they work the land.  I might even pick up a whip and use it on them just like their ancestors did to my family.  Imagining myself whipping a white slave makes my cock hard and I start rubbing it.  

Dad sees this and asks, “Son, why don’t you show your father how you will make this white family submit to you.”

I smile at my Dad, “You want me to use my boy here or should we go to my bedroom?”

Dad smirks, “Son, here is fine.  If this boy is going to be your slave then your mother and I will have to get used to you using it wherever you like.  You need to get used to fucking the whites at any place and any time if they will truly believe they are enslaved.”

“OK, Dad if that is what you think is best.”

Sitting back in the recliner, looking at my white boy with a cold stare, “Come here, BOY!”

My boy crawls between my legs and looks up to me with devotion on his face. 

I raise my voice, “STRIP!”

The boy quickly removed his Speedos, never looking away from my domineering face. 

“Take my cock out, boy!  Show my Dad what you can do for your Master!”

“Yes, Master.  Thank you so much, Master.”

My boy quickly pulls my gym shorts down.  I don’t like to wear underwear, so my 9-inch cock pops out hitting my boy in the face and leaving precum on his cheeks.   He sticks out his tongue, licking up the precum on his lips, smiling up at me like it’s the most delicious thing he has ever tasted.  He did the same thing in the locker room when I fucked his face in front of my teammates.  He must have eaten cum before.  I wonder if it was his own cum or someone else? 

His attention is now on my cock.  I smiled down at him as he licks up and down my rod.  His little white pecker is sticking straight up and leaking.  He’s like his father, a weak horny white slave boy.  I notice the precum drip on the carpet.  I will need to make him lick it clean with his tongue. Yet, my mother beats me to it. 

Mom yells, "YOU NASTY WHITE BOY!  CLEAN THAT UP! DIDN’T YOUR WHITE BITCH OF A MOTHER TEACH YOU WHITE BOY MATTERS?"

My boy shakes in fear and looks around for something to clean up his nasty cum.

My mom yells again, “BOY, USE YOUR DAM TONGUE LIKE THE NASTY ANIMAL YOU ARE!” 

He whispers, "Sorry, Mistress."

I smirk as he quickly kneels down and starts licking the carpet.  Before he is even finished, my mom throws a towel into his face.  

“Kneel, on the towel, boy!   Always have a towel ready when you serve my son.  Understand, slave?”

Still scared as shit, he whispers, “Yes, Mistress.” 

Mom complains, "Shit, now I have to use rug cleaner on it later."

I suggest, "Mom, teach the boy how to clean it up properly."

I look down at the boy as he is still frantically licking up the carpet. He then lays the towel between my legs and kneels on it.  He looks up at me with real fear on his face.  Yet, when he again looks at my cock, it changes to pure devotion.  

"Yes, Master. I will be happy to help out my Mistress."

"See Mom. Let the boy do the cleaning around here. You always say you don't have time in the day to get everything done and work too."

Mom looks at the boy and then smiles, "Good idea son,  Except, I don't know if this white boy can be trained to take care of a black family?" 

"Hell yeah he can, Mom!  That’s what the fuck they are good for, right?  Well besides, like Dad said they all love to please their betters like the white people at your law firm."

I’m stroking my hard cock thinking about the boy being my mother's manual labor slave. Like my Dad, she doesn't take shit from anyone, especially white people. My parents are proud Black people and they raised me the same way. 

"Malik, watch your language. You know my rules. No cussing in my house, young man!" 

"Yes Ma'am," lowering my head in shame.  

"Boy, hurry up pleasing my son then come see me. I will show you how to really clean your nasty spunk.  Next time remember to use a towel to kneel on."

I think my Mom is warming up to the idea of having a white slave boy around our place.  

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for teaching me, Mistress."

"Well Boy, get back to work on my son. I will need your help a lot around here from now on."

My parents are not one to be shy about sex.  I have caught them fucking many times in the living room when I got home from school.  They just ignored me and continued on with passion as young lovers would.  I admire them for that. Too many of my white friend’s parents lose that passion due to not wanting to have sex in front of their kids. I think it’s just stupid and I told my parents that I didn't mind them having sex in front of me.  I think it kept them more in love with each other while I grew up.  So, I'm not surprised when my parents let me use my slave in front of them. 

My boy smiles at her and then says, "Yes, Mistress."

He drives down on my big cock like you would throwing a puppy a treat.  I smirk, my mom just gave him permission to suck his special treat. 

My boy tries hard to get it in his throat but he keeps gagging.  So, I have to help him out. I grab his head and push hard, not letting him up until it enters his throat.  Finally, with enough force the head pops in.  Dam if the boy has the tightest throat I have ever fucked. 

Once I'm in, I just let the head sit there until I feel his throat relax some.  Then pull out just so he can breathe and push hard again. This time the head goes in easier.  It's still dam tight but at least I won't rip something. I want to be able to use the boy a lot. So, I don't want to damage my property before even getting started using It. 

Slowly, I push his head up and down, going deeper with each stroke.  Every so often I let the boy up to breathe then plunge deeper than before.  It takes about five to ten minutes before my boy can get my whole cock deep into his throat.  I hold him there so he can get adjusted to the size of my cock.   I was born like my Dad, well endowed. Trust me I know how big my Dad is after seeing him fuck my Mom many times. 

My boy finally adjusts and starts sucking me on his own. I slowly let him take over so he gets a chance to worship me properly.  And, does he start worshiping me!  Fuck he is a natural-born cocksucker.  The guilt is driving him to please me but I can sense it is more.  He is a natural bottom boy too.  I have fucked enough bottoms to know a natural bottom when he serves me.  He is going to make an excellent white slave for me and my family.  I look forward to surprising his father when he 'mistakenly' find me fucking his son.  Is my boy right?  Will his father see me fucking son and want the same for himself?  I do find white boys easy to manipulate. Their small dicks rule their lives.  

Well, my big dick is ruling over this white boy now!  I’m so close to spraying my babymakers down his throat. I can't take it anymore and grab the boy's hair and yank him hard up and down my cock.  His eyes get big as I take control.  Soon, I force my cock as deep as I can down his throat, yelling out in victory and staring into my boy's eyes as I shoot a power load directly into his stomach.  He stares back with fear and awe.  We now have a connection that links us together for all time. We will never forget the first time I completely took control of his body and mind. 

He is holding his breath as long as he can, showing me he will do what he can to please me. I see his face turn red and just before he is about to pass out, I pull him off my cock.  My boy breathes in deeply and slowly as his face turns back to the white submissive I love so much! 

My Dad laughs and pats me on the back.  

"Honey, did you see that?  My boy takes after his daddy!

I smile at my Dad, proud to follow after him. I admire him so much.  I will enslave my boy's white family to make my Dad proud of me! 

Mom walks over to my Dad, "I know baby our boy is just like his big strong daddy." 

Mom climbs on top of my Dad’s lap, kissing him deeply.  She lifts her skirt and starts unbuckling his pants.  I set back in the afterglow of dumping my load and watch my parents make out, knowing they are about to fuck.  All the while my white boy milks me dry.  Everything I learned about sex is from watching my parents doing it. Especially, the butt fucking. My dad explained how a butt is a lot tighter than a pussy so you have to loosen it up more before sticking your cock in.  I wish more dads would show their sons how to have sex correctly, especially anal sex. 

After cleaning me up, I pull my boy onto my lap and kiss him just as passionately as my parents are doing. The house is once again filled with loud sounds of lovemaking. 

When they finish and Mom pulls off Dad's massive 12-inch cock, Mom turns around and lays her back on my Dad's large chest, rubbing her big ass on Dad's still half-hard cock. I can see her pussy is dripping from my Dad's cum so before any of it can leak onto the carpet, I push my boy to the floor.

"Boy, go clean out our Mistress’s pussy.  Get to it boy," laughing as he scrabbles to get between my mom's legs.  

I can see he is a little grossed out.  So, I help him out by kneeling down on one leg, grabbing the back of his head and push his face into my mom's pussy. 

"Clean it good, bitch."

I hear a muffled 'Yes Master' as he starts licking.  

While I’m holding my white boy on my mom's pussy, my Dad grabs my Mom's breast, squeezing, causing her to squirm with excitement.  My Dad has big strong hands that match my mom's large breasts.  He twists and pulls them hard causing my Mom to start moaning again. 

Dad growls, "White boy line up my cock my your Mistress’s back door."

I let go of my boy’s head so he can see what he needs to do. When my boy looks up, I see he is confused. 

I whisper in his ear, "He means to line up his cock with your Mistresses’ asshole. You know how to do that right, bottom boy?" 

I laugh as he grabs my Dad’s wide cock that he can't even get his hands around and lines it up with my Mom's asshole.  At the same time, my Dad lifts up my Mom’s fat ass allowing his 12 inches access to her “backdoor”.  Dad slowly lowers her onto his massive cock.  My boy and I watch as my Dad’s cock disappears into my Mom's hole. 

My boy shutters as he watches, realizing he might find that cock in his hole someday. 

I whisper in his ear again, "Would you like it in your hole, boy?  Feeling my Daddy’x big black cock spreading you wide!"

He nods, memorized at watching my Dad slowly fuck my Mom.  I know he wants him as much as my Mom does.  Maybe even more!  Then I wonder if both my Dad and myself can get in my boy’s hole at the same time.  Fuck that gets me hard again. So, I shove my boy’s face back in my Mom's pussy as I rub my cock against my boy's ‘backdoor’.  Dad always has lube really on the table next to his recliner. 

So, I grab the lube, pumping some on my fingers then push them into my boy's hole. 

I whisper in his ear again, "Boy, push out like you're taking a dump." 

He does allowing me to push one then two fingers in. Twist and pull, getting him to loosen up.  I push two more fingers in, stretching him even more. 

As he pushes out, I feel his hole open more, so I push the fifth finger in. He moans while still licking my Mom's pussy.  I slowly push, forcing my boy's hole to widen even more. He is now grunting in pain as the widest part of my fist is just about to pop into his hole.  I'm determined to get my fist inside him.  Trust me he needs my fist before he can take my cock that is wider than my fist.  Yet, I Iaugh knowing my Dad’s cock is even wider.  My Dad has told me, I will soon be even bigger than him if I keep growing as I am.  My boy’s hole will grow wider as I grow up to be the amazing man my Dad is. 

Now, I hear cries coming from my boy but it has to be done or my cock will rip his hole. Finally, my fist pops in, causing my boy to moan in relief. I rub his smooth back allowing him to relax some.  

After a couple of minutes, I feel his hole letting up some on squeezing my fist.  So, I slowly move my fist deeper into his hole, preparing him for my cock.  Dad taught me how to fist a boy when I first brought a boy home to fuck.  He was white of course but not as submissive as my boy. I prefer to fuck white boys.  So, does my boyfriend which is why we don’t get jealous of each other fucking white boys.

Dad said I had to fist any boy that is going to take my cock to make sure I don't damage them. He said he had to fist mom the first time he fucked her ‘backdoor’.  Dad says an asshole is a lot tighter than a pussy so it takes more preparation for cocks our size.  He says all the men in our family have big cocks.  I didn’t realize that I was even that big until I fucked a few white boys.   Dad said Grandpa showed him how to fist Grandma.  Each hole that the males of my family fuck had to be fisted.  It is a secret skill passed down from generation to generation.   Dad told me to be proud of my big dick.   Bottom boys will fail over themselves to get it inside them.   Dad and Mom knew I was gay before I did.  

When I think I got my fist in far enough for my 9-inch cock, I pull out.  Once again, I hear muffled cries from my boy as the widest part of my fist breaches his opening. 

Dad is slowly fucking and play with Mom's tits while they kiss passionately.  He is too into my Mom to care about what I’m doing.   Besides he taught me everything I know about fucking a boy. 

I pull my fist all the way out and use the lube and ass juices to slick up my cock. Then line up my cock to my boy's hole and give it a hard shove so the head pops in. 

My boy lifts his head off my mom's pussy, surprised that my cock is even wider than my fist. I lean forward and place my hand on the back of his head, focusing his face back into my mom's pussy once again.  He starts licking while I slowly push myself into his tight hole. 

Now both my Dad and I are fucking a tight hole while my Mom is enjoying my white slave's mouth.  We couldn't ask for a better day.  

As I pick up speed my Dad finally looks at me and I do the same.  Dam! It's like we are competing for who can fuck the hardest and longest without cumming. We are both staring at each other, rutting hard in our holes.  Dad and I are competitive men so neither one of us is going to back down.  My boy's moans and grunts only fuel my need to win. I have taken the art of edging to a new level. 

However, my mom is also enjoying our little competition and has experience with getting fucked in the ass. I see her squeezing her ass and releasing it just before my dad is about to shoot. As long-time experienced lovers, they also know the art of edging for hours. I have seen and heard them go at it all night long.  

Yet, I'm not a quitter. So, I lean down and whispered in my slave's ear. 

When I see my Mom is about to release squeezing her ass muscles, I order, "Lick faster and harder boy, make your Mistresses happy. You want to please her, don't you, my white slave boy."

This encouragement and his submissive nature seem to have the desired effect. My boy works even harder to please my Mom. This makes her hornier and forgets to release my Dad cock. 

I hear the familiar tell-tell sounds from my Dad. I know he is about to shoot his load into Mom. Seconds later, he growls just like I did earlier.  Bent over my boy's back, still fucking him hard, I see my Dad cock pulsing hot cum into my Mom's hole. Fuck it’s a magnificent sight to see. My Dad even at his age can still shoot several blasts of cum into my mom's hole. I hope that I will be just like him, never slowing down when it comes to having hot passionate sex!

Dad said that men in his family never lose their passion for fucking their bitches.  Our family produces lots of cum for most of our lives.   He said that he can still shoot over his head even when others his age can only dribble, especially white boys.  So, be proud of your heritage and stand up as a proud black man.    

Dad was basically telling me I will be a horny teenager all my life.  Well, I can take pride in that fact!   Especially right now as I fuck the shit out of my boy in front of my parents.  I won our little contest and I’m proud of myself! 

Mom pats my boy on the head, “You did well for a white boy.”

She grips my boy’s hair, pulling his head off her pussy lips then releases her grip.  So, I grab my boy around his slim chest and pull up so I’m kneeling and we both are looking at my parents.  Holding him tightly to me while I fuck him even harder now as my parents watch with pride.  They smile at me, pleased they raised me right as a strong black man who now owns a white boy.  It is just the way life for a black man should have always been. I will make them even more proud by enslaving the boy’s white family, first by enslaving the boy’s father and then his younger brother and sister.  My parents and I will work on his extended family as well, uncles and aunts.  While thinking of that and looking into my parent's eyes, I dump a massive load deep into my slave’s hole.  I see Dad is still hard in my Mom hole as he watches me use my boy.  Doesn’t he find it just as hot to enslave my boy as I do?   

I pull my boy off my half-hard cock while pushing him onto his hands and knees.  At the same time, Mom pulls herself off my Dad’s still-hard cock.  

She stands up in front of my boy, “Clean both your Mistress’s holes.  Then clean both of your Master’s cocks.  After that come see me in the kitchen. You’re going to help me make dinner for your Owners.”

I look up at my Mom, smiling at how quickly she’s adjusting to owning a white boy.  I watch as my boy cleans up my Mom’s pussy and asshole.  Next, he quickly crawls between my Dad’s legs licking up my Mom’s juices off his cock.  My Dad leans back relaxing, enjoying my boy’s warm mouth.  I too lean back in my recliner, relaxing too.  After finishing with my Dad, my boy moves to clean up his own ass juices off my cock.  The boy does have a wonderfully warm mouth.  

After he’s finished with me, my mom orders him to follow her into the kitchen.  I put my cock away as Dad turns on the TV.  We watch sports, cheering for our teams while my slave works hard cooking our dinner.  Soon, Mom will have my boy trained to do all the housework.  Then she will be able to work on more important things like being a kickass lawyer and helping my fellow brothers in need. After about a couple of hours, my Mom brings my boy into the living room. 

"Go on boy. Tell them!" 

"Masters, dinner is ready.  Please have a seat at the dining table and your white slave will serve you."

Dad and I walk to the table.  As each of us sits down, my boy helps us by pushing in our chairs as we take a seat. My boy even assists my Mom when she takes a seat. 

My boy then asks, "What would my Masters and Mistress like to drink with your dinner?" 

Mom and Dad tell him to get them some red wine. 

I say, "Get me some water with lemon."

"As you wish, Masters and Mistresses!" 

After my boy leaves to get our drinks, I turn to Mom, "Mom, thank you for training him on how to cook and serving us at the table!" 

"Well, if the white boy is going to our house slave then he needs to be trained properly. You know I have my standard.  You will need to teach the boy as well and not just to serve your sexual needs!"

I look down, knowing my Mom knows my sexual drive is demanding. Yet, Mom sees my boy as more than just a sex slave.  She sees him as our domestic slave as well.  Well, I did hinted at using him that way earlier which I'm pleased she got my meaning. 

"Mom, how else should I train my boy?" 

"Have the boy make your bed and clean your room for starters.  Now that you have a slave boy I should see your room spotless.  If it isn't, then punish the boy. White boys like him need a firm hand. If not then it will just be harder for the boy. You're being a kind Master if you use a firm hand."

I look at my Mom wide eye, "Punishment?"

"Yes, of course. It's the fastest and most effective way to train white boys like him. I see it at work all the time. White boy and girl law clerks slacking in their duties when a lawyer doesn't keep up with punishing their white subordinates."

At that point, my naked boy comes in with a tray of glasses.  Mom must have instructed him to use the tray as a waiter does.  

As he is setting down the drinks in front of us, I ask "Mom! Have you punished your white law clerks?" 

"Yes, of course.  How else will whiteys learn."

"Do you like, paddle them?" 

Not believing what I'm hearing! 

Mom laughs, "No nothing physically but sometimes I wish I could.  All whiteys need a good paddling to get them motivated."

My white boy's face gets red at Mom's comment.  I see a trace of fear and excitement in his eyes.  His little dick is growing at the thought of being paddled.  Dad still paddles me if I fuck up. I know I deserve it and Dad makes me remember it every time I sit down.  My boy quickly leaves for the kitchen, embarrassed by his little prick getting hard. 

"So, Mom how do you punish the whiteys?" 

"Well first, I scold them and remind them that their black counterparts didn't make the same mistake.  This gets them in the right state of mind.  Son, whiteys have an inferiority complex when it comes to comparing themselves to any black man or woman.  It’s why they tried so hard to keep the black man and women down. They can't compete on an equal footing.  Next, I have them redo their work over and over again until it's to my satisfaction. Son, it would be so much easier to pull the whiteys over my knee right when they mess up. You know that is how you train a dog.  You need to correct the dog at the time it makes the mistake so it’s ingrained in the dog’s mind. If you wait too long it will forget what it did and punishment will be useless. I find the same is true for inferior whiteys.  The punishment would be so much more effective if some physical punishment is applied at the time of miss behavior.  So, in short, punishing your white property as soon as it misses up is kinder for the animal.  Son, use verbal degradation, physical punishment, and physical control so its animal brain associates physical and mental pain with displeasing you, its Owner."

"Mom, so train it like you would a dog?  Yet, he is a human being right?” 

"Son, all humans deep down are animals. We respond to our Alphas just like any other animal.  Son, you're the Alpha. So, be the Alpha of your pack of inferior white slave animals."

I'm a little surprised by how frank she is. I don't think this is the first time she has thought about owning a white slave animal as she calls my boy. 

Then, right on cue, my boy walks into the living room carrying another tray of Mom's delicious-smelling roast. My boy places the heavy tray on a nearby table. 

"Masters and Mistress, which cut of the roast would you like?" 

My Dad speaks up first, "Boy, cut off an end piece about two inches thick."

My boy cuts the piece of meat, putting it on a plate with a sweet potato that's already buttered. This is good. He is acting like one of the butlers, his father must have employed. Wonder if that is why he is so good at serving us our dinner. Is he mimicking the servants that must have served him growing up?  He really does want to be a dutifully helpful slave and not just do this to get sexual satisfaction. I wonder are all whiteys inferior?  No, they can't be. My teammate George is clearly an Alpha and so is the rest of my teammates. 

I tell my boy what I want as he cut off the roast and so does my Mom. 

After he finishes serving us, he asks, "Would my Masters and Mistress like a refill of your refreshments?" 

Dad and Mom order more wine and order my water to be refilled. My boy runs back to the kitchen, carrying the tray as he leaves. 

Dad barks out, "Dam! I could get used to this again." 

Wait, what, did my parents own a white slave in the past? 

So I ask, "Dad, what are you talking about?  Did you own a white slave in the past?" 

I look at my parents now with deep interest. 

Dad then glances at Mom, "I guess it's time you know the truth."

My Mom then takes over, "Your father and I owned a white male and female slave couple in college."

My boy comes into the room just as my parents talk about owning white slaves in their past.  He ignores our conversation and refills our glasses.   My parents fondle him as he serves us.  I smile and do the same when it refills my water, rubbing his nice white bubble ass.  As he bends over, I trace my finger along his hole.  It just feels natural to touch the boy I own and not really think about what I’m doing because of what Mom just revealed! 

“WOW, Mom, Dad, you owned a white couple.  That is amazing.  How did that happen? Where are they now?”

I push a finger into my boy’s hole as Mom explains. 

Mom ignores me playing with my boy, “Son, it started with your father and me living together and needing roommates to help out with the expenses. So, we put an ad out in the college newspaper.”

I smile, “Did the ad say you wanted slaves as your roommates?”

Mom laughs, “No, No, your father and I didn’t even know we wanted to own white slaves at the time.”

“What happened next?”

“Well, son, a very attractive white couple answered the ad.  They moved in.  As you know, your father is demanding when it comes to sex.”

“Yeah, Mom… I know.”

Dad then pulls her into his lap and kisses her neck.  I smile seeing how affectionate Dad always is with Mom.  When I go to my white friend's house, I never see their parents be as affectionate as my parents.  I found it strange since my parents are so open with me and never hide their attraction to each other in front of me.  I was taught sex is not something to be ashamed of.  Just the opposite. It should be embraced whenever possible.  I know they are the best example of parents a black boy could ever have. 

“So, how did you make the white couple your slaves?”

“Well, unlike your boy, it happened over months after they moved in.  They saw how open we are with our lovemaking.  As you know we are not ashamed of making love when we are in the mood.  With your father's sex drive that is a lot.”

Dad kisses her then comments with a wide grin, “What I can say, you’re just too beautiful to not show you how much I love you, honey!”

He kisses her ear and licks it, causing my Mom to giggle and rub her butt up and down on my father's lap.  Dad must already be getting hard.  I don’t blame him. I want to hear more about the white couple that my parents enslaved.  So, I too, pull my boy into my lap, pushing my finger into his mouth to clean it.  At the same time, I open my shorts and release my hard cock.  As I pull my boy into my lap, I push my cock into his hole.  Now I’m ready to hear more about my parent’s white slaves.
 
“Mom, tell me how you enslaved the white couple!”

My cock pulses with anticipation 

“Son, well your father and I fuck a lot.  Well, we did it everywhere in the house.  We never care who watches us, including the white couple.  Soon, they had no choice but to watch us fuck whenever we wanted. They started to masturbate watching us.  They never did anything with each other in front of us.  Typical for weak-minded white people.  Hiding who they really are.   The first few nights they moved in we heard them fuck each other but then that stopped when they started watching your father and me fuck.  Your father thought that strange.”

Dad adds, “Yeah, what young college boy doesn’t want to fuck his beautiful girlfriend all the time.  I tried to figure out what is wrong with the white boy!  So, one day I sat him down on the couch and told him to look at me, calling, boy, for the first time.  I wanted to get his focus on me and tell me what the hell is going on.  He admitted that watching me fuck my girlfriend, your mom, was really hot.  Yeah, told him of course it is.  It is like watching live porn so I don’t blame him for watching.  I asked the boy why isn’t he fucking his girlfriend.  He says he doesn’t get hard anymore for her.  He tried to fuck her but his little pecker would respond.  I laugh because he was hard just looking at me. I was only wearing underwear so my cock was outlined in my underwear.  I never thought much about it.  All the males in our family are not ashamed of having big cocks.  Yet, he kept looking down at my cock.  I asked him if he was gay and said it is ok. I'm cool with gays lusting after me.  He said no, he likes girls.  Then ask why he is hard now looking at my big cock? He did not know why.  I asked him if he gets hard looking at the white boys in the shower in the locker room.  He said, ‘No, only when I see my cock, Sir.’  That was the first time he refer to me with the respect I deserve from a white boy.  So, I tested to see are far the boy would go.  I pull out my cock and told the boy to kneel between my legs.  To my surprise he did.  Then order him to suck me and again he did as ordered.  He was no good at sucking cock but over time I trained him to be an excellent white cocksucker.  When I have my cock deep in his throat, his girlfriend walks in on us.”

“HOLLY SHIT!”

Mon looks at me, “Language, Son.”

“Sorry, Mom”

I look down knowing I disappointed my mom.  Then I look back up my Dad.

“What happened next?”

“Well, Son, I thought the white girl would scream and run off like so many white girls do.  Yet, she surprised me and knelt beside her boyfriend. Then asked, ‘May I have some too’.  At that point, your mother walked and..”

Mom interrupted, “And said white girl you need to ask me if your can touch my man’s dick!  The girl then crawls to my feet, looks up at me, and begs to have a taste of my Man!”

Amazed by my parents, I ask, “What did you say?”

“I ask her what I get in return?”

“And.. what the white bitch say?”

Mom laughs, “The bitch offered to do anything for me.  She would do all the housework, go to classes for me and take notes, cook for me and my boyfriend, anything I wanted her to do.   I told her that white people are so fucking weak.  But if she wanted to be my slave then so be.  But, I get to choose when, where, and how long she can taste my man.  Plus, he doesn’t get to fuck you.  Only I get true pleasure of my man love stick. She agreed!”

Dad interrupts next, “Then I looked down at the white boy sucking my cock, pulling him off my cock and asked if he wanted to be our slave as well.  He quickly agreed.  So, we had our own personal slaves at our becking call 24/7 all the way through college and law school.  Son, you’re going to love owning white slaves.  They feel so inferior to us and will do anything we ask, I mean anything.  Just like your white boy said he will help you enslave his whole family.  That is what white slaves are like.  They are just like property always there when you need them.” 

I was slowly pumping in and out of my boy’s hole as my parent explained how they enslaved a white couple.  That story is so hot!  I now admire my parents even more!  

“Mom, Dad, what happened to your white slave couple?”

“Unfortunately, after graduating law school, our slaves got jobs on the other side of the country.  We keep in touch.  The conferences your father and I go to each year are really to go use our white slave couple.  They are always eager to serve their Master and Mistress.  Son, when you own white slaves, you will always own them for the rest of your life no matter where they end up.”

“What are they doing now?  Have they found a new Master or Mistress to serve?”

Mom smiles, “Son, after working for a white-led law firm for two years they told us that they missed serving black people.  I had a friend who just opened a new black-led law firm and needed law clerks.  So, our white slave couple jumped at the chance to work for my friend’s firm.”

“Holly shit, so do they still work for the all-black firm?”

“Yes, son, but they are now white slaves for the firm.  The firm owns the apartment they live in and pay for all the living expenses which isn’t much for slaves. They had a son at the time they worked for the white-led firm.  My friend told our white slave couple that since the firm is going to be supporting their son, he would be raised as the firm decides.  So, the son was raised in a very strict environment.  At the age of 16, he was given a choice to join the firm as a white slave as well.”

My mouth falls open as I realize the son was basically bred as a slave for the firm. 

“Mom, what did the slave’s son decide?”

 Mom laughs, “Son, what do you think the boy decided?”

“I assume being raised as a slave, he decided to become a slave like his parents.”

“You would be correct.  The boy is another white slave working for the firm.  His parents are training him to be a law clerk just like his slave parents.  My friend is really pleased to now have cheap labor for their firm.  See how cost-efficient it is to have slave labor, my friend has since had many white slaves working for the firm.” 

“We will have to take you the next time we go on our ‘Conference’ out west.“ 

“Mom, I would like that.  I want to see how real slaves live.  I can’t believe you owned them and they are now owned by your friend’s law firm. Are they happy being slaves to a company instead of a Master or Mistress?”

“Oh, yes, very much so.  We trained them for 6 years and they know that serving black people is their sole purpose in life.  They are the property of the firm.  The firm even has a life insurance policy out on them if they should pass.  Son, you have to protect your investments.”

I now want to own my white slave's family so much that I shoot another load into my slave’s hole. I smile feeling the afterglow of dumping my load. 

Dad asks, “Feel better?”

“Hell yeah, your story really got me going.” 

Now smiling at my parents.  I love being able to use my boy anytime I feel horny.  Now I understand, my parents understand my need to use my boy more than anyone even my boyfriend.  

I pull the boy off my softening cock and stand him up. 

Mom orders, “Clean off the table and do the dishes.  Clean everything by hand.  You are forbidden to use the dishwasher.  Also, boy, no more wearing clothes in our apartment.  Clothes give white slaves like you the false impression that you can own anything.  White slaves are property therefore you can’t own anything, even clothes.  Everything you thought you owned is now my Son’s property, even this thing you call a body.”

My boy looks down, nodding his head, “Yes, Mistress.  Everything I thought I owned is now my Master’s property even myself.”

“Good, then we understand each other.  Now do your chores.”

My boy grabs the tray he used to bring in the food and stacks them on the tray.  I see he is having a hard time picking it up so I go to help him but my Mom grabs my arm.  I look at her shaking her head no. 

“The boy needs to do it himself.  He needs to learn how to do it correctly by himself.”

He picks up the tray and it looks too full.  I watch as the dishes look like they might fall off the tray. Then I open my eyes wide and start to get up again but my mom grips my arm even tighter, stopping me.  One glass falls onto the floor and breaks.  He realizes what he has done and quickly puts the tray back down.  However, the mistake has already been done.  

Dad quickly lifts my mom off his lap and gets up. Mom sits back down next to me, still holding my arm.  Dad walks over to my slave boy and backhands the boy across his face.  My boy falls to the ground on his side, looking up at my Dad in fear.   

Dad yells, “You worthless piece of white trash.  How dare you break your Master’s property.   Go get a dustpan and broom from the kitchen.”

I feel sorry for my boy and want to help.  Yet, Mom holds me tighter.

Without taking her dominating eyes off my slave boy, she says, “Son, it has to be done.  Remember what I said about whiteys being just untrained animals needing an Alpha to train them. This is how you train a white slave animal.”

I watch as my Dad completely dominates my white boy.  My boy carefully steps around the broken glass and grabs the dustpan and broom.  He quickly sweeps up the glass and dumps it in the trashcan.  When comes back into the dining room, Dad grabs him by the scruff of his neck and pushes him to his dining room chair.  Dad sits back down, pulling my boy over his lap.  He proceeds to spank the boy hard, causing him to scream in pain as Dad is relenting.  I know what Dad’s spankings feel like.  It taught me there are consequences to my actions.  I never wanted to do wrong by my Dad ever!  I see Dad is teaching the same thing to my slave boy.  I now understand what my Mom means.  Spare the rod, and spoil the child as they say.  The same goes for white slaves.  They are like a child being taught right and wrong.  Just, what is right and wrong are the Master’s rules.  Punishment is a necessary step in the development of being a devoted slave.  I know I’m a devoted son to my Dad.  So, I know he doing the right thing by my slave.  My parents are teaching me how to be a responsible owner of a white slave.  After all, they have more experience in training slaves than I do. 

By the time Dad finishes the spanking, my boy is crying none stop and begging for forgiveness.  Dad pushes his naked red ass to the floor and grabs his chin, forcing the boy to look up at him. 

“White boy, what have you learned?”

“Master, I need to be more careful with my Master’s property.”

“And?”

“Not, sure Master.”

My boy is still crying looking up at my Dad.  I know what the boy is feeling because Dad still gives me a bare-ass spanking whenever I do something wrong.   Dad says I'm never too old to be spanked. 

Dad stares deep into the boy's eyes, the same way he does me after I get spanked. 

“Boy, it needs to take smaller loads of dishes on the tray and more trips if it cannot handle the weight.  Its Master knows it is a weak white boy, so more trips are necessary.  Just be quick about it.  Also, it needs to learn how to stack the tray so it is balanced.”

Dad then grabs the boy by the neck again and pushes him back to the tray of dishes.

“Show me how you should do it right.”

My boy then removes half of the dishes and restacks them with the weight more balanced on the tray.   Dad then helps the position the tray on his shoulder like a waiter would do in a restaurant.  

“Go now put the dishes on the kitchen counter and get the rest.”

Dad watches my boy closely making sure he does everything right.  After clearing the table, Mom gets up and shows my boy how to put the leftovers away, clean the pots and dishes by hand, making sure they are spotless, dried, and put away.  

I walk into the kitchen just as my boy is wiping down the counter.  

Mom asks if the boy is hungry.

“Yes, Mistress, very much so.”

Mom looks at me and motions me over.  She pulls out a can of stew.  It is one we didn’t like so its been up in the cabinet for a while.  Besides, Mom likes to make her own stews from scratch. Her stew is delicious.  So, the canned stew is just there in case of an emergency like a power outage.  I tried it once and I don’t think it would be much better than dog food. 

“Son, feed your white slave animal.  Open the can of stew and put it in a bowl big enough for the boy to get his face in it.”

I look at Mom strangely but figure she knows what she is doing.  I grab a big wide bowl we use for popcorn and put the stew in it.  I’m about to put it in the microwave but mom stops me. 

“Son, no need to heat up food for white animals.  Now, place the bowl on the floor.”

I look at Mom strangely again but do what she says.  

Mom looks down at my boy, “Slave, eat. No hands, just eat with your mouth as a good white slave animal should.”

My boy looks humiliated and the stew doesn’t look appetizing.  I remember the taste.  It was very bland and mushy.  

My boy looks up at me for mercy. 

“Go on boy do as your Mistress orders.”

The boy lowers his face into the bowl and starts eating.  I to have admit, watching my naked white boy eating from the bowl just with his mouth, does make him look like an animal being fed.  I can see this will remind him that he is less than his Owners, just a white slave animal, no better than a pet dog.  Maybe even lower than a dog.  I smirk down at my boy, liking him this way.  I feel a rush of power that I have never felt before.  Maybe Mom is right, he is just a white male animal slave.  No black man would ever degrade himself as my boy does. 

Mom said, "Son, remember to also provide water for your white animals."

She then hands me another full of a bowl of water. I take it and place it on the floor next to the food bowl. 

As he drinks, dunking his face in the water, Mom explains more about owning a white animal. 

"Son, you will want to continually remind your white animal that you're its Owner.  Eating out of a dog dish reminds it is just an animal.  Tomorrow, I will pick up a large dog bowl from the pet store.  Also, refer to it as your white slave whenever other black men or women are around.  It needs to know that is a white slave animal to all Black People.’  

I hear an edge to her voice that I have only heard when she is in a courtroom integrating a hostile witness on the stand.

“OK Mom, I will do that.  Thanks for helping me train my white animal.”

“Good, Son.  Your Dad and I will help you become a proud Black Man who owns white slave animals.  Can your animal stay over tonight?”

I look down at him, “Slave, can it stay the night?

My red-faced boy looks up at me, water dripping from his face, “Yes, Master.  My Dad is out of town tonight meeting a client.  He is always busy with the client so he never checks on me.”

Mom laughs, “Typical, white animal, desperately trying to keep control of its so-called ‘White Privage’ that has kept black people down.  Well, son today that all changes.  Son, you have a chance to right a wrong that this boy’s family did to our family.  Your father is right, we can finally get reparation by enslaving these white animals that enslaved our ancestors and acquiring generational wealth!”

Now I heard some anger in Mom’s voice.  Then what Mom does next surprises me even more.  She spits right in my boy’s face.  First, my Dad backhands my boy and now my Mom spits in his face.  This is a new side of my parents I have never seen before.  Seeing my boy kneeling in front of us with spit running down his face and about to cry at any minute, makes me want to hug him.  Yet, I know Mom is right.  His family did wrong to my family and all black people in general.  All those years, his family has lived off of the money created by the hard manual labor of the black people they enslaved.  His family could have given that money back to my family and my black brothers so they could make a business or buy houses. Yet, instead, they used it to create even more money and power to keep my black brothers down.  We live in an apartment because the white partners at the firm don’t give my parents the high-paying law suites.  They only give my parents high-profile black people-related cases.  I suspect to keep the law firm from looking racist.  So, my parents have used their free time to help even more black people in the courtroom by giving equal representation to my black brothers.  I want to help them even more.  So, I’m going to enslave my boy’s entire family line.  They will be working as slave labor just like the white couple does for Mom’s friend's law firm.  It is time for true reparation by enslaving these white animals!

I stare intensely down at my white animal, “Slave, in that case, it will be staying the night.”

Mom suggests, “Son, you need to set some ground rules for your animal to follow and make sure it follows them at all times.  This will imprint on your animal’s mind that you’re its Alpha in the animal kingdom.”   

“Thanks, Mom let me think about it!”

Mom grabs her tablet, seeing her typing then my phone pinging.  My Dad comes into the kitchen and hands me my phone.  

“Son, you got a message.”

I look at the screen. It says I have a message from Mom. 

“Son, I just sent you a few Google docs that your Dad and I came up with for how to train and own white animals. Now take your animal to your room and read the doc.”

I look down at my animal, “Come, slave.  I have some homework to do,” smiling as I walk to my room.  

Before my slave has a chance to stand, Mom looks at it and asks, "Animals don't walk on two legs, do they?" 

My boy looks down with shame, "No, Mistress."

Mom wipes my slave’s face before he crawls out of the kitchen, following me to my room. 

I glance back at my boy crawling behind me. He is so cute crawling behind me like a puppy following his Master. 

Once in my room, I close the door and jump onto my bed. Laying on my back sitting up against the headboard and legs spread, I look at my naked slave kneeling beside my bed. He looks up at me with a smile on his face.  Mom basically told him he is nothing but an animal as far as Dad and her are concerned. 

"Boy, what are you smiling about?"

"Master, I feel like myself. I can't explain it. I feel relieved." 

"Relieved? Why, boy?" 

"Having your parents treat me as an animal like my family did to your ancestors, makes me feel relief that black people finally see me for what I truly am.  I have been doing a lot of research on what whites have been doing to keep black people down.  Master, it’s because we whites fear that if we ever let black people rule us we would know we are inferior to blacks in every way. We need to be taught as your parents just did to me. We are cowards and weak-minded. Fearing what we know deep within that Black people are superior to whites. We are a lesser breed in the animal kingdom.  Black people are not just our Alphas but we are your prey. We are wild animals that need to be controlled for the betterment of the animal kingdom and the plant itself. Our fear of losing power and becoming your prey has driven white animals to do horrible things to this planet and especially to Superior Black people. So, Master, your parents are right. This slave is a white animal that needs to be ruled by you, your parents, and all black people.  Master my family needs to be enslaved and caged to stop them from harming the Superior Black People more.  Please, Master, stop them from doing more harm to all Superior Black people!"

What the fuck! My boy is begging me to enslave himself and his family. He looks up at me, and I see desperation in his face. He truly believes that he is an animal needing to be ruled by me and my family.  Could I really enslave his entire family? I then remembered my teammate George enslaved his boy’s family.  Why couldn't I do the same?   After all, my parents enslaved a white couple in college.  If they can do it so can I.  I just need to understand how.  So, I grab my phone and start reading what my mom sent me.  

As I start reading, my cock gets excited about the possibility of owning my boy’s white family. 

I look down at my boy kneeling on the hardwood floors, “Come, boy, suck your Master.”

He quickly jumps on the bed like a good puppy.  I continue to read as my boy pulls down my shorts and starts worshiping my cock.  Each time he sucks me, he gets better and better.   

The documents go into great detail about how to own ‘White Animals.’  It’s like a manual or bible for Black people’s ownership of white animals.  The manual explains that Blacks have the inherent right to own white animals.  When an animal is confronted with an Alpha Black man he or she knows deep within that they are the weaker due to their white heritage.  A black man just needs to apply the right pressure to break the resistance in the animal’s mind created from the generations of brainwashing received from a ‘Great Lie’.  The ‘Great Lie’ hides the fact that white animals are inferior to Black People.   It was created out of fear.  The fear of knowing that white animals are weaker and inferior to all Black Men.  So, the ‘Great Lie’ was created and used to enslave Black People.  Therefore, out of fear, they hid their true nature from the world.  The white animal’s nature is that they are prey and Black people are their predators.  This fear of being claimed and owned created generations of white animals doing horrible, unspeakable acts against their Superiors, Black People.  

Grabbing hold of my boy by his hair, I pull my boy off my cock. 

‘Boy, do you really believe you’re prey for Black People?  That Black Men like myself are your predators?”

My boy looks at me with both fear and devotion. 

“Yes, Master. It is the natural order.  You are our predators and rightly so, Master”

“Do you fear me, boy?”

“Yes Master, I do at some level.  You’re so much more powerful, Master.”  

“Interesting!  How do you fear me?”

“I fear my own inferior impulses.  Master, if you ever wanted to do real harm to me, I fear I wouldn't be able to stop you.  Not, that I could physically stop you.  But, I fear more that my weak mind would cave because I’m truly your natural prey.  However, at the same time, I know I belong to you, Master. I fear that I will not please you. I so want to please you, Master.  I think like all white animals, I believe I will always, at some level, fear you.  Master, that fear drives me to serve and worship you Master.  I never want that fear to go away.  I’m even more scared of what it would mean if I didn’t at some level fear you. Master!”

I shake my head starting to understand my boy better, “So, you want to fear me? Your more scared that if you no longer fear me your need to worship me would be less?

“Yes, Master.  I’m sorry Master for being so weak-minded.  You must think I’m crazy, Master.”

“Well, boy, I think wanting to fear someone is strange.  I cannot deny the benefit of that fear. If keeping you fearing me will make you worship me more then why not?”

I then grab my boy’s hair tightly and shove him down on my cock hard.  I hold him there until his face gets red and his eyes start to roll up, guessing he is about to pass out.  I pull him off.  He breathes in deeply and looks at me with real fear.  Yet, I see he wants me even more!  

When his breath is almost back to normal, shove him back down my cock.  He looks at me the whole the time and I see the fear in his eyes.  Once again I let him up just before he is about to pass out.  I let go of his hair and growl. 

“SUCK, SLAVE.”

He dives on my cock, sucking me with all his worth.  FUCK!  I now feel the benefit of his fear of me. Dam is he sucking like a pro! 

I continue reading as my boy worships me even more than he did before!  The manual talks about using any and all manipulation both physically and mentally to claim the animals as my property.  Black People must use this manipulation to gain knowledge about the animal they want to own.  Then Black People can use that knowledge so the animal will trust me when I take complete ownership of my animal.  The manual has a quote that stands out, ‘Trust surrenders knowledge, knowledge facilitates control, and Control facilitates power’.  Once Black People have the power to control white animals then they are in their natural place in the hierarchy, Black People at the top and white animals at the bottom.    

I pull off my boy off my cock again, “Boy, tell me more about yourself and your family.”

“Master, I’m 100% gay and have never been fucked until you took my anal virgin.”

He smiles at me, happy that I took his virginity. 

“I’m a geek and like to use computers to gain information.  Master, I need to learn the truth about everything.   I’m really good at hacking and doing research.  I hacked into my family’s accounts, especially my father's and my uncle's private accounts.   I found out my Uncle and grandfather and grandfathers before him, have used their wealth to manipulate all their children to never breed with Black people.  When I visited my Uncles estate, the old plantations, I found private journals from many grandparents going back generations.  They all feared that Black Men would gain power.  The fear of Black man’s power over them drove them to use their family wealth to keep the black people from owning land or getting loans to create businesses.  I feel angry at my family for what they did.  Yet, I also feel guilty and need to make it right.   When the BLM movement came about, I knew I had to help.  The more I was around Black Men, the more I wanted to help and serve all Black Men.  I told my best friend this and he believes the same way now.  He is the other white boy that submitted to your boyfriend in the locker room.   Master, we are committed to serving you and your boyfriend and your families no matter what it takes.  White boys need to be enslaved by Black Men.  Master, it’s the natural order in the animal kingdom.  We are white animals as my Mistress so rightly explained earlier.”     

I get a rush comes over me, knowing that have the power to own white animals.  That, this white animal is so willing to become my property.  He will even give up his own family to me in order to set nature back to where it belongs.   

So, with a rush of power, I grab hold of my white animal’s hair and jerk his mouth deep onto my raging cock.  Then pull it up and then slam it back down, burying its face into my pubes. I jerk it up and down harder and harder.  I continue to use my animal hard as I read more.  It gags but I don’t care, knowing it is just my property.  

The manual goes on to explain once an animal is claimed then all its assets are forfeited to its Owner.  The Black owner must take possession of the animal's assets so that the animal understands its status as the Black Man’s property.  Property cannot own anything therefore, it has to forfeit all assets to its Owner.  Once a Black man or woman takes ownership of an animal, it is the responsibility of the Black Man or Woman to require the animal to sign everything it once owned over to its Owner.   The manual says to use legal documents like “Power of Attorney” and “Advance Directives” to keep everything in the Black Man's Control.   Black Man’s power can only be achieved by taking absolute control of the white animal.   

Again, I pull the boy off my raging cock.

“Boy, you said you have access to family’s accounts, right?  Also, you said earlier that my white animal has a trust fund you will have access to once you turn 18?”

“Yes, Master.  I can see all my family’s assets globally,  However, it is protected by the trust. I can only access my trust fund once I turn 18 in a month.  Each family member has a separate trust fund.  However, my Uncle controls all the trust funds and can pull our funds back if he feels that they are in danger of falling into a Black Man's hands.  Which is why any member of the family cannot marry a Black person.  It is written into a trust that if any member marries a Black person the trust fund is pulled back into the overall trust.   Master, I want to give my trust fund to you but I can’t let my Uncle know.”

“Interesting.  So, the first member of your family I need to enslave besides your father is your Uncle?”

“Yes and no, Master.  Besides my father, you should first enslave my brother and sister.  Once you own my immediate family then my father can get you closer to my Uncle.  There is a family reunion coming up.  If you have my father enslaved by then he can invite you to the reunion as a friend only.  Once you come to our family reunion, you and your father will be able to get close enough to enslave my Uncle and his sons.”

“Dam, boy you have really thought this out.  You are truly devoted to being my Black-Owned property, aren’t you, my White Animal!”

“Yes, Master.  I devote myself to your righteous cause of putting white animals where we belong, Owned by Superior Black Men!”

"What about your mother? 

"Master, my mother left us for a Black Man years ago. From hacking Dad's old emails, I found out that my mother wanted my father to be owned by her Black Master.  The emails from My Mother's Master told my father he has taken my mother as his white bitch and if he wants to ever see her again then my father would have become his white bitch too."

My cock jump up and down leaking precum as my boy told the story of his parents. He licks the cum off my dick like it’s a popsicle.

"Go on, boy." 

I need as much info on his father as possible. Knowledge is control that facilitates power as Mom's manual explains. 

"Well. Dad was going to go through with it. Yet, he was worried about my brother, sister and me. He asked what will happen to us."

More precum is flowing, requiring my boy to lick my head clean. I can see he loves my precum.

"What did your Mother's Master say?"

"Master, he said that he would take us as his slaves when we come of legal age to claim. He would have to train us to expect to become his slaves. But, it would still be our choice in the end."

"So, since you're my slave instead of your mother's Master, I take it your father refused."

"Yes, Master. He foolishly gave up a life of service to a Superior Black Man to save us."

I start laughing! 

"Boy," laughing, "he never saved you did he!," 

My boy looks at me with a smile. 

"No, Master he didn't. I'm ashamed of my father for being so weak minded.  He should of submitted the that Superior Black Man."

"Boy, you are right he should have. However, I'm pleased he didn’t. I wouldn't have been able to  claim you he did submit."

"Master, you're right. I'm so happy now. It is such a relief not to hide my truly authentic self. This must be what older generations of gays felt coming out as gay."

I laugh, "Boy, I guess you must be right."

I remembered being looked down on in the Black community where we use to live.  It's a shame that being a gay black man isn't fully accepted yet. So many older gay black men still practice 'Down Low' or DL.  Maybe enslaving white animals will help that. They can fuck their animals without being looked down upon. Baby steps. 

"So, boy you're telling me that your father was going to accept enslavement if it wasn't for you. Interesting!" 

"What about your brother and sister?"

My boy's face goes red.

"What, boy?" 

"Master… I shouldn't say."

Part of the training manual says that white animals can't hide anything from their Masters. They are our property so we own everything about them, even their deepest and darkest thoughts.

I raised my voice, “Boy never hide anything from me!”

I remember my Dad slapping him for misbehaving.  So, take a big breath and backhand him hard.  

Instinctively, he yells out, “SORRY, MASTER!”

It is the hardest thing have done to someone.  But I have to remember my boy is just an animal that needs training.  He rubs his face where I struck him and tears start flowing. I so want to hug him but I know it would only encourage him to defy me again in the future.  We need an understanding of our roles from the beginning of this relationship if that is what you would call it. 

Raising my voice even higher, "BOY TELL ME ABOUT YOUR BROTHER AND SISTER!" 

My Dad slightly opens the door and nods, encouraging me to stand my ground. 

I look at my boy with a cold stare. 

Nervously my boy confesses, “Master, my younger brother and sister are fucking each other.”

Yet, I still see more guilt on in his face and body language. 

In an even tone, “What else, boy?”

“Master, my brother forces me to help him.  I have to prepare him before he fucks my sister.”

“You mean, you have to suck his cock and get it hard.”

“Yes, Master.  My brother then orders me to point it at my sister’s pussy before he enters her.  He says, since I’m gay I should enjoy sucking him.”

“Boy, do you?”

His face goes bright red and nods yes. 

I have been jerking my cock the whole time he explains his twisted white family.  No wonder my mom describes whites as animals.  They fuck each other just to satisfy their horny weak nature. They are disgusting animals.  However, I need to learn more about the boy’s family in order to enslave them.  So, I don’t show my disgust.  I can use their weak nature to manipulate them to be horny animals in service to me.  

I see there is something else my boy is holding out. 

“Boy, I own you, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then I own your mind as well, right?

He looks down in shame and nods his head. 

“Speak when your Owner asks a question!”

In a weak voice, “Yes, Master.”

“Yes, what boy?”

“Yes, Master, you own my mind too.”

“Good, boy,” rubbing his head as I would a pet. 

A smile creeps onto his face. 

“Now, Boy, there is more about your Brother and Sister’s loving making isn’t there?”

“Yes, Master.  My father watches them fuck including my help to prepare him to fuck my sister.  My brother caught my father watching in a hiding place and ordered him out. From then on when my brother wants to fuck my sister he texts my father and me to assist.  Well, I assist and my father watches.”

I laugh hysterically at these revelations.  

“So, you are telling me, your brother has cuckold your father and you?  Your mother and her Master couldn’t do it so your brother did anyways.  This is hilarious!”

I start laughing again.  My boy looks even more ashamed now.   These white animals are twisted as fuck, aren’t they? 

“So, Boy the key to enslaving your whole immediate family is to enslave your brother first.   Your sister and father will fall in line?”

Now my boy looks up at me with a sadistic smile.  

“Yes, Master.  You’re right!  My brother controls my father and my sister so taking control of him you will take ownership of my family.”

“Good, boy!  You’re smarter than I give you credit for.  Your brother use to control you too, didn’t he?”

“Yes, Master.  Before you claimed me as your own.”

“Did he order you around?”

“Yes, Master.  I had to clean his room and clean his body.  I dressed him in the morning and he would reward me with his cock.  However, Master your cock is much better.”

“I see so you were his cock slave?”

“Yes, Master.  But only until I found a proper Black Master like yourself.”

“Did he make you suck his cum from your sister’s pussy?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Yet, you don’t really like pussy do you, my gay white animal slave?

His face gets red again. 

“That is why you were so good at licking my Mother’s pussy.  You had lots of practice with your sister.  Did you like eating your’s brother’s cum out of your sister’s pussy?”

He nods again continuing to have a red face. 

“Remember, what I said. You don’t want me to get angry again do you?”

“OH! NO, MASTER. I DON’T WANT TO ANGER YOU.  YES, MASTER, I LIKE THE TASTE OF MY BROTHER’S CUM DRIPPING OUT OF MY SISTER’S PUSSY!  HOWEVER, YOUR CUM TASTES EVEN BETTER, MASTER!”

The boy does know how to suck up to his Dominants.  I now have a plan on how to enslave his family.  My Dad smiles at me, knowing what I know and what I have to do.  I love my parents.  They always have my back!

I find it interesting that his brother needs my boy to suck him off in order to fuck his sister.  Any normal heterosexual wouldn’t need to be sucked off by a guy to fuck a girl.  This info helps in my plan to enslave him. 

Being so horny after all that I heard, I pull my boy closer to me, lifting him up over my hard 9 inch cock!  I slowly lower him on my cock. He is so light that it is easy to lift him up and down.  He leads in and we kiss.  All the while I grip tightly on his hips, using his super tight hole to keep my cock rock hard.  I can tell he is a freshly deflowered virgin.  I have fucked a few virgins in my time but this boy is really tight.  As we kiss, see the pain in his eyes.  Yet, he takes it like a good boy.  After fucking him regularly, it won’t be as painful.  All boys have to go through this stage of getting broken in.  

So, I can’t take anymore and pull him hard down on my raging cock, roaring out the most aggressive release I have felt in a long time.  My boy’s story about his family really made me want to take charge of his weak white family.   They are my prey that needs to be broken and caged.  White animals like these twisted fucks shouldn't be free!  They need a strong Black Man like me to rule them. It's time for Black Men to reign over white animals! 

I spoon my white animal, never pulling my hard cock from his hole while falling asleep.