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 black families from rags to riches by owning wealthy white families.  The story involves interracial domination and slavery.  This chapter follows Master Marcus who learnings what it takes to own white boys.

Characters:

• 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.

• Mistress Nahla Martin - Mother of Malik and wife of Jamiul Martin. A proud 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 proud 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.  

• 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 slave to Master Marcus.  Age 17, 5ft 7 inches tall. 150 pounds, 6 inch long cock.  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. 

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WHITE LIVES OWNED

POV Master Marus

After dropping off Malik, my hot boyfriend, at his apartment building, I took my new submissive white boy home with me. Like my boyfriend’s white boy, he is just in his speedos.  I thought it would be good to humiliate these white boys so only allowed them to wear speedos out of the locker room.  White boys get embarrassed so easily.  I have seen my Mother do humiliating things to my stepdad all the time.  He is such a pussy.   My Mother truly has put the wimp in his place. I have seen it on a hidden camera I put in their room just to confirm he jerks off when Malik and I bring home white boys to fuck.   My stepdad is basically her slave!  So, when the almost naked white boy sitting next to me choose me to submit to, I knew my Mother would approve.  The wimp that she has under her thumb won’t have a thing to say about it.  Fuck being our school principal and a fucking pervert, he most likely has already jumped at the idea of having the designated bullied boys program. 

More recently, my mother has been making my pathic white stepdad wear less and less.  He is usually in boy shorts that the white slutty boys wear at the gay parties Malik and I get invited to.  

At first, I hated moving to this mostly gay white community.  Yet, when Malik agreed to be my boyfriend and he too liked to fuck white boys, I warmed up to the idea of living here.  Now, like my mother, I have my own white submissive boy!  

While I drive home, I pull my boy’s head between my legs.  Like many white sluts, he quickly has my cock out of my gym shorts and sucks me as I drive home.  DAM! This is how I want to drive to and from school all the time! 

When I get close to my house, open the garage door before I even turn into the driveway.  I pull right into the garage and park.  I have to laugh, this BMW used to be my stepdad’s before my Mother ordered him to give it to me.  The pathetic wimp is now driving my Mother’s old junker to and from school while she had him buy her a brand-new Audi.  The wimp cannot say no to her.  So, all I have to do is ask for something and my Mother makes it happen.  Yeah, I like living here now!  

As the garage door closes, I push my boy’s head hard down on my cock causing him to gag.  Yet, I’m too fucking close to let him up for air.  I feel my cock is just about to shoot my load when my stepdad steps into the garage.  I smile at him as I dump my load into my white boy’s mouth.  He just stares at us.  I know he wants to be where my boy is now!  Yet, he is my Mother’s property and he will never ask me if he can suck me or get fucked.  She has too much control over him.  When we go out to dinner, if she sees him even looking at another woman, she punishes him right then and there.  She chastises him and smacks him in the face.  He just says sorry and takes it.  No black man would ever let that happen. I smirk at him every time he makes that mistake.  I don’t even think he is even trying to look at the woman that way but Mother doesn’t even allow innocent glances at another woman.   So, I know I have to get Mother’s permission to use him for sex.  I think since he can’t look at another woman he wants me even more instead.  I wonder if Mother knows he’s BI?    

I pull my boy off my cock just as I release the last of my cum, spraying him in the face.  My pathetic stepdad just watches with his mouth open.  I spoon some of the cum from my boy’s face and feed it to him.  I smirk at the pathetic wimp staring at us, knowing he wants me even more than ever!  I roll down the car window and take another swap of cum off my boy’s face then flick it at the wimp.  It hits him in the face but he doesn’t move, continuing to stare at us. It’s so fun fucking with him!  I open the car door, grab my boy by the wrist, and pull him into the house as my stepdad steps aside allowing me through. It's like I own the house.  In a way, I do, via the power my Mother has over the wimp.  

I pat his face as I pass him, getting some of my cum on my fingers. So, I stop, look into his eyes, and hold up my fingers. 

Then in a condescending tone, “I bet you love the taste of my cum.  Go on lick my cum, bitch!”  

I smirk as the wimp licks my fingers clean. Once my fingers are clean, I  pull my boy to my room.  Just as I walk into my room, I look back to see the wimp wiping his face with his fingers, trying to get more of my cum off his face and into his mouth.  He is such a cum loving bitch!  I hope Mother lets me fuck the shit out of him someday. It would truly show him how much better I am than him.    

Once in my room, I turn to my boy, “Strip!  When you’re in my house, I want complete access to you.  I don’t care who is in the house. Also, from now on you will strip once you get in my car and only dress once we get to school or someplace that requires you to dress.  So, when I'm in the car or at home I expect you to be naked and ready for me.  Since I like looking at your white slim body, you will wear Speedos to school only.  Since I'm your designated bully, it's only right that I get to bully you, boy!”

I laugh as I watch him look at me in shock as he quickly strips off his Speedo!  

I smirk, “You will get used to being naked or almost naked all the time?”

“Ah… Yes Sir. I will be ready for you whenever you want.”

“Boy, as you can see that wimp of a white boy who greeted us in the garage is my mother's bitch and of course our school principal.  He has no say in how I will dress you. So, if any teachers complain about you being in a speedo, my Mother's bitch will take care of it.  You will explain that you’re my bully and I ordered you to dress that way.  Tell them it's part of being my official designated bullied boy.  The fucking teachers will just have to get used to seeing you almost naked all time.  Is that clear, white boy?”

He smiles a little, nodding his head. 
  
“You speak when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, Master!”

I laugh, “Master, is it?  Well, that sounds better than being called your bully.  Yes, you can call me ‘Master’ from now on.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Since I'm Master then what does that make you?”

I’m testing him.  Plus, I want him to tell me what he thinks he is to me.

He looks down with a red face now.  That is so cute.

“Your slave, Master!” 

“That’s right.  Just like your promise to me when you told me you’re my property in the locker room.  I own you, my white slave boy.”

“What about your mom?  What will she say when she finds out, I’m your slave?”

“Fuck, boy.  Did you just see our principal, my stepdad?  He is basically my Mother’s white slave.  So, I don’t think she will mind if I have a white slave boy of my own.”

I pull him into my arms, kissing him with aggression I never felt before.  I push my tongue deep into his mouth, completely taking control.  I feel him melt into my arms, knowing I have him now.  He will do anything I want just as any slave boy should.

I break our kiss and order him to strip me. He smiles with a newfound lust while removing each piece of clothing.  Before dropping each piece of clothing, he places the clothing to his face and takes a deep breath. 

I think, Hu?  This white boy must like the way I smell.  So, once I’m naked, I pick up a smelly sock, turn him around, and pressed it into his face.  He falls back against my chest and breathes in my scent, breathing deeply.  Fuck! I hear him moaning now.  Curious, I look down over his shoulder and see the little bitch is actually leaking from smelling my scent. 

I whisper in his ear, "Yes Bitch, breathe in your Master's sent."

I'm not too surprised he is leaking.  I have caught my Mother's white bitch stealing my underwear and smelling them as he jerks off.  I have video evidence to prove it. That video might be useful someday. Yet, I should now remove the hidden camera before my mother finds it. Fuck! I shudder at the thought of getting caught recording her.  I remember her paddlings too well.  They hurt like hell!  

I wonder if all white bitches like the smell of my scent because they are all perverts or is its nature's way of telling these inferior white bitches that black men are superior to them. When Malik and I fucked the other white boys, I noticed they too took a sniff of my sweaty clothes.  It must be the white bitches nature. 

My white bitch takes in another big breath as I keep my sock pressed to his face.  Now that he is nice and horny, pull him onto my bed and back up against my headboard.  I remove the sock and force his face into my right armpit.  

“Bitch, worship me.”

The white boy does just that as I raise my hands behind my back.  Fuck this is nice.  My boy takes several long whiffs and then starts licking.  After making out with my boyfriend Malik at school, I’m all sweaty.  So, I smirk as he worships me like a crazy addictive bitch in heat.  Therefore, I give him what he wants by grabbing his hair and forcing the bitch to lick my other pit.  He attacks that pit with just as much devotion.  Dam! The bitch is really loving my scent.  He is like an animal in heat! 

I slowly force his head down my chest, making him lick my hairy chest.  Black men need a lot of moisturizers on our skin.  I wonder if my boy can keep me moistened with just his spit.  

“Yes, boy! Worship your Master.  Should me how much you want me.”  

Keeping a tight grip on his hair, I force him to worship my entire body, down my legs and to my feet.  Once he gets the idea of what I want, I let him worship me on his own.  Yes, I could get used to this.  Having a white boy worship you is such a rush!  Of course, my cock is growing the more devoted he gets!  Now I understand why he called me ‘Master’.

I moan as he attacks my feet.  Now my cock is leaking just as much as his.  I see he is eyeing my precum.  Fuck he stares at my cock the whole time he is sucking each of my toes like each one is my cock.  I can’t take it anymore, and grab his hair again, pulling his open mouth to my leaking cock. 

“Bitch, worship it!”

And does he worship it!  FUCK! I yell and look up at the ceiling.  This boy sucks so fucking goddam good.  It is even better than his service to me in the locker room.  It doesn't take long for me to shoot another load.  

I scream out, “OH FUCK!”

As I dump a massive load into my bitch’s stomach, I hear the garage door open and close.  Mother must be home.  I have my door partly open and she peaks in just as another pulse rushes out of my cock. When I recover I see she is smiling at me. 

“OH, Hi Mother.”

“Are you enjoying the white boy?”

“OH FUCK, YEAH! MOTHER!”

“Good! He looks like a cute one.”

She comes in and rubs my boy’s ass. 

“Mother, you will never guess what happened today!  My coach gave the swim team to us.”

Still smiling as she admires my boy’s white ass, tracing her nail along his hole.  

“Marcus, what do you mean gave them to you?”

“Mother, I mean the swim team gave themselves over to the wrestling team.  This boy is one of them and he wants to be my white slave.  My coach even made him kneel in front of me and promise to be my property.  It is part of some “Managed Bullying” programs that they are implementing.   Anyway, Malik has a boy too.  All of my teammates got one. Can I keep him, Mother?”

“He is a nice white boy,” continuing to trace her sharp nail along my boy’s hole. 

I feel him shudder as he milks my cock dry.  He is fucking amazing!  He will find out so that I can cum several times a day.

Mother smiles at me, “Why not, he looks like good stock.  Son, you know your stepdad is my white slave.  I have not told you that but I think now that you have your own white slave, you should know.”

“Thanks, Mother!  And, Yeah, I kind of figured he is your slave.  It is obvious, he does everything you say!”   

Mom then yells, “COME, BITCH!”

I hear movement in the kitchen as dishes drop in the sink.  Then footsteps rush to my room. I smirk as my stepdad rushes in wearing only his skimpy tight black shorts.  He is drying his hands as he enters my room.  

Mother snaps her fingers and points to the floor beside her.

Continuing to smirk, the white bitch drops the towel and kneels beside my Mother.  He quickly slaps his hands behind his back. 

“As you can see, son, my white bitch is trained well.  You will need to do the same for your white bitch.  I expect him to behave or you will need to punish him.  You can use my paddle if need be.”

“Thanks, Mother.  I know how painful that paddle is.  I will punish him if he fucks up.”

“Good!  Now! Seeing my son enjoying his bitch, I need to let off some steam.  I had a hard day at work.  Have fun with your bitch, son.”

“Thanks, Mother.”

Mother looks down at my stepdad,  “Lose the shorts.  You don’t need them anymore.  Now that Marcus knows what you are, I expect you to never wear clothes in this house again.”

Looking down, he just says, “Yes, Mistress,” then quickly strips, slapping his hands behind his back once again.

I’m always amazed at my Mother’s commanding presence. She can make any man do what she wants even me!   

She leaves the room with her bitch crawling after her, right on her heels.  I lick my lips as I watch that cute ass sway back and forth.  Fuck seeing my Mother take control of him so completely gets my cock stirring again.  

My boy smiles at me as he starts sucking me again.  He knows his place alright!  I grab my PlayStation controller and load up “Call of Duty”.  I relax letting my boy keep me on the edge as I cut down my enemy.  I hear my phone ping and pause the game.  

It’s a message from Malik.  I laugh, Fuck! George has enslaved an entire white family!  That is so goddam hot!   He asks if I fucked my white boy yet.  I tell him no, that I’m waiting for my stepdad to watch.  He knows about my stepdad has the hots for me.   Now that his enslavement is all out in the open, I will have to fuck my boy right in front of him and my Mother.   However, it will have to happen after my mother has fun with her white bitch. 

I look down at my boy. 

"So, bitch, as you can see my Mother is in charge here. You do as we say or I will have to punish you.  Is that clear, slave?" 

"Yes, Master. I understand. I will do my best to please your Mother and my Master. What do I call your Mother, Master." 

"Good question! Let me ask." 

I pick up my phone and text my Mother. 

"Mother, what should my white boy call you?"

I hear a ping from my mother’s room.  Then I hear a grunting sound like someone is getting fucked. Mother must be fucking her white slave with her strap-on dildo.  I've seen her do it on the hidden camera.   Usually, she has her door closed. I guess now that I know she owns the wimpy bitch she no longer has to hide her slave from me.  Not that I didn't already know what was happening even without the hidden camera. 

The grunting stops for a moment and resumes. Next, my phone pings again. 

The text reads, "The white boy shall call me Mistress at all times."

That makes sense just like her white boy now does. 

I look at my boy nursing my hard cock. 

"Boy, you will call my Mother, Mistress to show her the respect she deserves."

He pulls his mouth off my cock, "Yes Master. Of course, Mistress," smiling at me. 

He is a good boy. I smile back at him and then I pet him on his head just like I would a puppy. DAM! He is like a puppy since I now own him. It feels good to own this white boy.  Especially, now that my Mother seems to respect me more now that I own a white boy.  I always want to make her proud of me.  I want her to see I can take responsibility for my slave. The last thing I want to happen is for her to see me as irresponsible.  If I am irresponsible, she might take him away from me.  We had a puppy once and I wasn't a responsible owner.  So, she took him away and gave him to one of her friends. I didn't want that to happen again. 

Plus, all my friends now own slaves. I don't want to be the only one who doesn't.  This time, I will prove to my Mother that I can be a responsible slave owner.  

I think about the swim team slave boys. They were white, Asian, and Latino.  Yet, I didn't see a Black boy on the swim team.  If I did, I think he would have joined the Masters side of the "Managed Bullying" program.  No black boy would submit to be a slave. It's just not in our nature.  Besides it would be disrespecting our ancestors who were enslaved against their will.  They fault too hard for our freedom to disrespect him by becoming a white man’s slave again!

I have to laugh, the "Managed Bullying" program is just an excuse to enslave the swim team.  Yet, who am I to complain? My boyfriend and I got a white slave boy out of the deal.  So, yeah, we are happy to help our teammates in the program.  

I then ask my boy more about his personal life. 

"Boy, tell me more about you. What is your name? What about your home life?" 

Still licking the head of my dripping cock, "Master, my name is Kenny. I have twin older brothers in college. They are wrestlers like Master.  They got scholarships for wrestling at the local university.  I live with my Dad.  But my twin brothers live in a fraternity on campus. Dad is gay like me. My brothers are straight.  My mother left my Dad because she caught him getting fucked by a Black Man five years ago.  So, now she only talks to my brothers.  After seeing my Dad get fucked she stopped talking to my Dad and me.  My Dad could tell I was gay before I even knew it.  I'm really close with my big brothers."
 
He gets red in the face when he says that he is close to them. 

They must be closer than typical big-to-little brothers. My gut tells me that there is more between the three. 

"What will your brothers and Dad think about you being my slave?" 

"I think my Dad would understand. Dad and I are more alike.  However, my brothers are very protective of my Dad and me."

Now, I'm concerned that they might be a problem.  

"How protective are they?" 

"When at home I have to do anything they say even though they live on campus.  I have rules at home and when I am at the fraternity with them.  They require that Dad and I be naked all the time at home and at the fraternity house.  They say it's to make sure they can see if we don't get hard in front of them.  If I do then I will be punished.  They know Dad and I find them hot and since they are straight they think we are sick perverts.  Dad and I have to do all of the housework at the fraternity on weekends."

"So, your Dad and you are slaves to your twin brothers. But I take it that they don't fuck you or your dad?"

"Yes Master, you could say we are their domestic labor slaves. Master you're correct they don't use us for sex. However, they do rent us out to gay men to raise money for the fraternity.  It was more of a slave auction and we are sold temporarily to gay men of this community. That is why they allowed Dad and me to live here. So, they can get more men to bid on us. However, they don’t let us date for fear they would lose us as their slaves.  That is why they have the rules at home too. They say it is to remind us they are our Alphas."

I suddenly get angry and very protective of my white boy.  He is my slave and no one else's.  His fucking older twin brothers took advantage of this weaker boy.  Just like all bullies do.  Well, Malik and I know how to take care of bullies. It's not how my coach did it with bribing the bullies with slaves.  Tomorrow, I will have a chat with these white boys. 

Now I’m fucking pissed off and rock hard again!   I hear my Mother has moved her fuck session outside. I guess now we can fuck anywhere in the house or out back.  So, I grab hold of my boy by his hair and drag him to the back deck.  I feel like fucking him for the first time as the sun goes down.  My mom has her slave bent over the hot tub.  I do the same.   

Mother smiles at me and nods her head in approval.  The two boys stare at each other as I enter my white slave boy for the first time.  He moans out in pain at being stretched out with a black cock for the first time.  There are not many black men in our community so it’s a good assumption that this is the first black cock in his hole.  

Mother asks between hard thrusts, “Marcus, is your white bitch a virgin?”

“Mother, I don’t think so, Yet, I think he is a virgin to big black dicks like mine.”

She laughs, “Son, anyone white boy would be a virgin to black dicks like you and your father, god rest his soul.  Son, you take after him!  I’m proud of you, son.  You found the truth about what white boys are really for.”

She grabs the back of her white boy’s head and dunks it into the hot water.  Then power fucks him.  

Yelling out in determination, “TO BE OUR WHITE SLAVES!”  

I see a neighbor white boy and his father turn to look at us.  They’re shocked to see two naked white boys being fucked in our backyard.  Their mouths are open.  Yet, they don’t look away and just continue to stare.  Fuck! It’s kind of hot having an audience.  It’s obvious my mother doesn’t care what our neighbors think.   

She lets her white boy up to catch his breath then dunks him again.  I smirk and do the same to my boy.   DAM! Mother is evil.   This should make the neighbors a little scared of us.  Good!  Fearing us will keep them in line. 

When my mother lets the white boy up to catch his breath, he stares at me with so much lust that I know he wants me to fuck him too. 

Mother sees this and asks, “Son, It looks like my slave has the hots for you too. Would you like to swap fuck holes?”

I smirk at her.  Is my mother actually going to allow me to touch her property?  She has always been so protective of all her processions.  You have to understand.  Where we can from you had to or someone would steal it.  I didn’t grow up in the best neighborhood.  You had to show strength to survive in that neighborhood.  That is why Mother is so domineering and one of the reasons I’m too.  Especially, after my father was killed in a drive-by shooting indented for the neighbor's house.  That is how we met Malik's parents.  They represented my mother as she testified against the shooter.   When they moved to this community, my mother was determined to get me out of that neighborhood.  So, she befriended the principal of the school who Malik was attending.  They went on dates and then the next thing I knew, we were here.  Now, I know why.  My mother used this white privileged boy to raise our status.  Now, I have the same access to all that the white man has!  Well even more so since he is a slave now.  

I get a sudden rush of power overcome me from the thought of my family owning these white boys and my mother made it all happen.  I owe her more than anything.  So, yes she can fuck my boy.  Besides, I have been wanting to fuck my principal for a long time!

“Sure, Mother we can trade fucks.  What is mine is yours and vice versa, right?”

She smirks at me, knowing what I’m trying to do, “Son, you know, I’m protective of my processions.  However, for you, son, I will make an exception.  However, this white boy belongs to me first.  Understand, son?”

I quickly lose the smirk and just smile innocently, “Of course, Mother.  The boy is yours first.”

“Good, son.  As for your boy, I set the ground rules in my home.  So, as long as he does what he is told you can keep him.  If not then I will need to train him myself and then sell him.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mother.  I understand.  Now, can we swap?  I have been wanting to get in your boy's hole forever!”

She pulls her strap-on cock out and slaps her boy on the ass hard, causing him to yelp. 

“Shut the fuck up bitch.”
  
Still, with a mouth full of water, he replies, “Yes, Mistress.”

I smirk at him as I pull out of my boy and walk around the hot tub, passing Mother as I go.  DAM! Her strap-on is even bigger than my cock!

She sees me eyeing it.  I’m a gay boy after all.  I can admire cocks even as a Top. 

As she enters my white boy, she says over top of my boy's grunts, “Son, it is a replica of your father's cock.”

Holy Shit!  Mother wasn’t kidding when she said I take after my Father. I wonder if she has her slave fuck her with it strapped on him.  If so does he know it is a replica of her late husband, the lover of her life that he is fucking her with?  Well, now he knows.  Even my father is dominating white boys from the grave.  They are inferior to us in so many ways.  Yet, I love that since I’m now fucking my stepdad and have access to his hole anytime my mother isn’t using it. 

As I fuck Mother's boy, I think of a plan of making my boy’s asshole twin brother pay for what they did to him!   Tomorrow with Malik’s help I will teach those two who's the true Alpha of my white boy!