Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. The story may include topics that could be offensive to some readers. It includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, and consensual slavery. In this story, the age of consent for sex is 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 is told from the point of view of slave Chris, who started his family down the path of slavery. Slave Chris is the son of slave Wally. He is helping his Master, Malik, claim his white uncle and his extended family. At the same time, Master Malik, his parents, and friends will free his black family from the white family that has enslaved generations of his family.
Characters:
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Master Malik - Young, a Superior Black man. Son of Nahla and Jamiul Martin. A member of the wrestling team and now the Owner of slave Chris. He is 18 years old, 6 feet tall, 190 pounds, 9 inches long & 6 inches around cock with a muscular and flexible body to take down his opponent. Competitive by nature. Raised to be a proud Gay Black Man.
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Slave Chris - White Slave to Master Malik. Son of a wealthy white lawyer. Submitted to be a designated bully for a black boy (Master Malik). He is 18, 115 pounds, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 4-inch dick, and blond hair with hazel eyes. The white boy has a deep need to submit to Superior Black people.
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Slave Freddy - White slave to Master Malik. Son of a wealthy businesswoman, twin brother of slave Charlie, and older brother of slave Kenny. Freddy challenged Master Malik to a fight and lost. That loss cost Freddy his freedom. He is 21, 180 pounds, 5 ft 10in, with a 5-inch dick.
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Slave Ronny - White slave to Master Malik. Brother of slave Chris. He is 30, 150 pounds, 5 feet 4 inches, 6-inch dick, and Ginger hair with green eyes. He challenged Master Malik to a fight and lost, ultimately submitting to Master Malik. Now, he has given all his wealth to his Master. He’s a devoted slave to his Master.
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Slave Wally - White slave to Master Malik. Father of slaves Chris and Ronny. He is 46, 145, 5 feet 2 inches, and 7 dick. Blond with blue eyes. He tried to get his Master arrested, only to backfire and become a slave like his sons.
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Mistress Nahla Martin - Mother of Malik and wife of Jamiul Martin. A proud black lawyer trying to do right by black people. Worked for years trying to get reparations for the descendants of black slaves.
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Master Jamiul Martin - Father of Malik and husband to Nahla Martin. He is a proud black lawyer trying to do right by his black brothers. He worked for years trying to secure reparations for the descendants of black slaves. He is 45, 6 feet 2 inches tall, 200 pounds, 11 inches long, and 6.5 inches around cock. Solid muscle with a football linebacker build. He is just as competitive as his son. Raised as a proud, straight Black Man.
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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 (i.e., the high school principal).
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Slave Kenny - A willing white slave to Master Marcus. Son of a wealthy businesswoman, younger brother of slaves Freddy and Charlie. He is 18, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 150 pounds, with a 6-inch-long dick. Kenny is 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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Slave Charlie - White slave to Master Marcus. Son of a wealthy businesswoman, twin brother of slave Freddy, and older brother of slave Kenny. Freddy, Charlie's twin, challenged Master Malik to a fight and lost. Charlie had to fight Master Marcus and lost, which cost Charlie his freedom. He is 21, 180 pounds, 5 feet 10 inches, with a 5-inch dick.
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Slave Davey - A white slave to Master Marcus. Father of slaves Kenny, Freddy, and Charlie. He is 45, 5 feet, 9 inches tall, 160 pounds, and 5 inches long dick. He was a whore for his sons, Freddy and Charlie. Davey was independently wealthy until it was taken from him by his sons and ex-wife. The wealth that the sons took is now Master Marcus’s after he acquired the father from Freddy and Charlie.
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Mistress Amari King - Dominant Superior Black woman. Mother of Master Marcus King. She’s the wife and owner of her husband, the white principal of Master Maruc’s school. She married the principal to raise her social status and gain control of Maruc’s school. She runs a very strict household, especially the slaves that she and her son own. Her view is that all white men are inferior to Superior Black people. So, she is training her son with the same values. Plus, she is very open to sexually controlling white slaves; she and her son own. She doesn’t hide her control of white slaves but displays it openly to her neighbors and the community at large.
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Slave Roger - Husband and white slave to Mistress Amari King. Roger is very submissive to his Mistress. After marrying Amari, she quickly took control of the white man. After some training, she broke the white man into an obedient slave with the understanding that, as a white man, he is inferior to all black people. His Mistress now controls all aspects of his life. He is bisexual, 35, white, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 140 pounds, well-toned body, with a 5-inch dick.
White Lives Owned
Chapter 10
POV Slave Chris
We spent days working on the plan. My Master and I came up with a plan to enslave my Uncle at my upcoming family reunion. We are going to gather friends, allies, and incriminating evidence to force my Uncle’s hands to free my Master's relatives from his evil control! If all goes as planned, Master will claim the rest of my family as his slaves, too!
My brother, my father, and I are going to act like we are free men. Jeffery will wear the same high-tech collar that Ronny and I have been wearing. He will pretend to be Ronny’s slave. The collar will record everything he sees. Ronny and my Dad are both broken and will do anything Master wants. However, to make sure we all do our part, Master is going to put a cock ring collar on all three of us. It will serve as a temporary collar while at the farm.
Ronny is going to take a walk around the farm, allowing Jeffery’s collar to record how the farm uses black men and women as hard labor slaves. Master and Jeffery’s twin sons will pretend to be my slaves, wearing a fake 3D-printed plastic collar. The collars will look real, but the three Masters will be able to remove them at any time. At the same time, I will show off Master as my latest slave, trying to impress my Uncle, which will feed his ego. Ronny will say that Master gave himself to me to help his parents avoid being fired and charged with embezzlement from the law firm because Ronny had threatened his parents. It's the same firm that Master’s parents are now the controlling partners of. Of course, the firing and embezzlement accusations will be lies, and my Uncle will not know they are lies until it's too late. He will be impressed with Ronny and me for taking what he believes is ours by any means necessary. His self-righteous white pride will be his undoing!
The morning of the reunion, before everyone else arrives, Ronny and I will show off our newest slaves (Master Malik and Master Marcus) to my Uncle, which will keep him occupied. Meanwhile, the twins, Jimmy and Johnny, will be taken to the slave stable to be processed to my Uncle’s standards. However, before the twins can be processed fully, they will tell their extended family who freed them and try to convince them that they can be freed as well. I imagine that it will be hard to convince them, as it was for Jeffery and his wife. Captivity and servitude are all they have known. Hopefully, Johnny and Jimmy can convince them that they can be freed or at least serve Master as his overseers of his soon-to-be white slaves.
There will be security cameras in the “Slave Sables’ so I will have to deal with the cameras! So, like when Master hacked into our former house’s security system, he has the means to do the same. Master created a USB stick with automated hacking software. All I have to do is put it into my Uncle’s wifi router, and Master Frank’s security company will hack in. Then, we will have control of my uncle’s network, including security cameras, financial information, and anything else Master Frank’s security company can uncover. At this point, we will bring in reinforcements from the allies Master has been gathering.
This morning is the day of the reunion! When I wake, I give Master his morning cock worship while my brother is serving Master Marcus. My Master and his parents have now moved into the mansion, with my Master's parents owning my sister. My brother, Ronny, serves my Mistress Nahla at the law firm and at home. He’s shared with all the Masters of the house. The same is true for my Dad; he is a shared property between all of the Masters and the Mistress of the house. I’m the only one that Master doesn't share with his parents. However, he does share me with his boyfriend, Master Marcus. They share all their slaves with each other.
Plus, Master Marcus moved in with my Master. They took over my former bedroom suite. My Master’s parents took over Ronny’s bedroom suite. The suites are a large section of the mansion, larger than an average apartment. It's what I have known as our bedrooms and home for all our lives. It's still my home. I just live in it differently.
After Ronny and I are filled up with our Masters’ seed, we wash our Masters’ in the walk-in multiple-head shower.
Our Masters make out as my brother and I work to clean them. They are so beautiful. As I run my hands over them, I feel the firm muscles from all the hard work that has kept their bodies this way. Master is not just a wrestler but also an experienced street fighter. I feel the scars from fights he must have been in, living in the roughest part of the city where he lived half of his life.
So, my attraction to my Master is more than their outside beauty. It’s also the power I know he has to control me both physically and mentally. He is smart, loving, determined, strong, and a skilled fighter. Everything a man should be. I’m none of those things. Well, Master says I’m smart and loving, but I can’t compare to him. I just read a lot. He possesses both real-world wisdom and book smarts.
When we finish washing them, we have warm towels ready while they continue to make out. We’re ignored as we stand there, dripping dry for 10 minutes. However, I don’t mind. It’s hot seeing them make out. I look over at Ronny, and he must feel the same way because his dick is pointing straight up like mine.
They break the kiss, and Marcus orders, “Lube up your Master’s hole. We want to fuck each other.”
I quickly hang up the towel on the warming rack and nod, knowing they want to make love, not just a hole to fuck. It’s not the first time I prepared either Master to be fucked. They are gay men, after all. The reason they are so good at fucking is because they make love to each other.
I pump lube in my hand from the dispenser mounted to the wall, then work my fingers into Master's hole as they resume kissing as lovers do.
Once I get Master well lubed up, Marcus spins him around so he is facing the walk. He kisses Master’s neck and back, being much more caring than he has ever been with me. Master Marcus rubs his monster along Master’s crack while rubbing his back and kissing it at different places. It’s incredible to watch them be so loving to each other. It’s much different than how they fuck us white slaves. They make love with passion and care, demonstrating their deep affection for each other. Dam, it’s so incredible! Forty minutes later, Master Marcus releases his superior seed.
They walk out of the shower stall, holding on to each other’s hips and keeping their lips locked. They only break contact briefly to give us orders.
Master Marcus orders, “Boys, clean up my lover's hole and my cock. Also, bitches dry us!”
Ronny rushes to grab the warm towel while I kneel to clean up Master's hole and then Master Marcus's massive dark cock.
Master Marcus's seed tastes so good! It's almost as good as Master's. I dig in as deep as I can, licking and sucking. I need to get everything out. Dam! It's good. Nothing is better than a Superior man's seed. After getting as much seed out of Master's hole as I can, I switch to Master Marcus's 9 inches. I've become a good cocksucker since my enslavement, something I'm proud of. So, naturally, I want to milk every last drop of his seed. I use not just my tongue but my hands to milk him dry. The massive cock still has cum that needs to be pulled out. So, I press my fingers between his hole and his balls, pushing along the tube up to the big mushroom head. As his superior seed oozes out, I'm ready to lick it up. I shiver with pleasure as I taste his delicious seed. I'm amazed that something so good may someday create more superiors like him.
While I finish milking Master Marcus dry, Ronny drops his used towel into the clothes shoot, which we will need to wash later. Ronny and I grab old towels that are only used by slaves. They are rough and well-worn. So, they’re scratchy, but I don’t mind. It's what slaves in this household must use. Our former slaves used to use them, so we need to use them now! It’s just the life of a slave. I have to get used to not having the comfort I was accustomed to. I’m learning what our former slaves went through. With each discomfort, it reminds me of what my asshole family and I did to our former slaves. Now that I’m a slave, I want to experience everything they went through. Knowing their hardships will help make me a better slave.
So, when my Master takes a dump, and I have to clean his hole, I know it is teaching me humility and providing a valuable service to my Master. At first, it tastes bitter, but it gets better as I clean more of his hole. I lick up some curly hairs and know I have to eat them. I remember how my brother would whip slaves if they spat out anything that came from him. So, I fear my Master will do the same to me. While Master relieves himself on the toilet, Master Marcus has Ronny shave his face. Then, they switch places, and I shave Master. Of course, Ronny cleans Master Marcus’s hole when he is done on the toilet.
Our Masters check each other to ensure we serve them to their standards. Of course, if we miss any facial hairs or their holes are not clean enough, we must redo our work. I did miss a couple of hairs on Master’s face, so I quickly grab the razor and shave them off. After shaving them, we brush their teeth and apply conditioner to the curly hair on their heads, armpits, and pubic area. I’m learning a lot about caring for Black men’s bodies.
After we finish grooming our Masters, they release the other slaves from cages built into the wall of the bedroom. Last night, Master Marcus locked up his other slaves, Kenny, Charlie, and Davey, in these cages. The cages are actually located in an adjacent bedroom, yet they are accessible from our Master’s bedroom. Along one wall, hidden doors are located for each of the five cages. Originally, Dad added two cages to each of the Master’s bedrooms. The adjacent bedrooms were just used to keep the cages out of sight. The doors of each cage are hidden by a panel that used to need a key to open. However, now Master had a white slave named Ralph come by to add a lot of automation to the house, including the doors of the cages. Plus, the slave adds more cages along the walls of the bedroom. As I understand it, slave Ralph is owned by Master Jason, a brother of one of Master’s friends. Now, the cage’s doors open automatically through the Slave app on the Master’s phones. It's the same app that controls our collars.
The cages’ doors slide up, allowing the slaves to crawl out. Each cage is sized for a large dog. So, when you are locked for the night, there isn’t room to stretch your legs. The first night Ronny and I were caged up together, he confessed to me that the cages make him feel like he’s an animal locked up for the night. He also admitted that Dad and he never cared if slaves were comfortable. Now, he is paying the price for that attitude.
Currently, Kenny’s Dad, Davey, and my Dad, Walter, are on loan to Masters Johnny and Jimmy until they claim some of my cousins. They helped break my Dad, so my Master felt they should continue to own him for now. Kenny’s Dad, Davey, has had experience serving dominant men, so he will help keep my Dad on the path of servitude he needs to be on. It's going to be a long road to recover from the trauma that Johnny and Jimmy endured at the hands of Ronny and my Dad. So, slave Davey will help them understand that they are meant to own us. As Kenny told me, his brothers used slave Davey and him as their slaves. So, Davey already has experience as a slave. Therefore, he can teach my Dad from a slave’s point of view.
Master recently added three more cages to the bedroom. Master Marcus says they want us close by in case they need us day or night. Naturally, our Masters would want different slaves for the night. Having a different boy to play with is one of the reasons for owning us. It’s no different than owning multiple pet dogs.
Master Marcus thinks that after they enslave the rest of my family, all the Master bedrooms will need at least five or more cages. As I said, the house is a mansion, so there are many rooms to house all those cages.
Besides, once my Master’s family is freed, they will need a place to live to come to terms with their newfound freedom and ownership. Therefore, many bedrooms in the house will be used for the black Masters to recover. They will need cages for my family members that they claim for themselves. My Master feels they will need to be around free black men and women to guide them back into the real world, like Master Johnny and Jimmy are doing now. Each will be assigned a life coach/therapist and a teacher. I also suggested turning the farm into a school and training center for his extended black family. Plus, my family owns many other homes around the world that they could use as training centers if they want to help other black dominant men own white slaves. With the slavery law about to take effect in our town and the plan to expand it to the whole nation, Master’s family might find that more dominant black men and women might want to own white slaves, too! My family's estates around the world would be the perfect places to train slaves.
After freeing my fellow slaves from their cages, we all go downstairs to have breakfast. My fellow slaves and I are put to work by Jeffery and his wife to serve breakfast for the five Masters and Mistress Nahla.
Masters Johnny and Jimmy pull the older slaves, Kenny’s Dad and my Dad, on leashes into the dining room. They stand behind them to provide whatever they need for the meal. It looks like Kenny’s Dad is taking the lead, and my Dad follows his lead, mimicking his service. I smile, knowing Master was wise to pair the older slaves together.
I stand by my Master, providing my owner with anything he wants, such as OJ, eggs, hash browns, fruit, and toast. The other slaves, Freddy and Charlie, are under the supervision of Jeffery. They bring out family-style food trays to each slave who personally serves their Masters and Mistress. Slaves Freddy and Charlie keep lids on the platters until they reach each slave, keeping the delicious-smelling food warm. Each personal slave serves their Master eggs, bacon, or sausage, then covers the trays quickly. Slaves Freddy and Charlie have had a lot of training waiting on the black masters at the frat they used to run. It's impressive how obedient they have become!
I watch in amazement how our black owners have given my family and others a new purpose in life! I smile at my best friend, Kenny, as he serves his Master, Marcus, while slave Roger serves Mistress Amari, my sister serves Master Jamiul, and our Dads, Davey and Wally, serve Masters Johnny and Jimmy. I have dreamed about this for so long! Submitting to Master Malik in the locker room at school was the best decision of my life! I’m so proud of my family and even more so of my Master for taking them as his property.
The doorbell rings, and Jeffery answers it. Jeffery is naked with a collar on as he escorts the black cop Khalan and his slave into the dining room. Of course, his cop’s slave is also naked with one of Father Michael's cock rings on. Dam, they’re impressive! Even the slave is intimidating to me. He’s a mountain of a man. Of course, in the eyes of his Owner, he’s not a man at all. Yet, what’s even more intimidating is his Owner, Officer Khalan. I forgot just how massive the man is. He must be six ft. 10 inches, with broad shoulders and two round pecks that pull on his tight shirt. Not to mention his arms and legs that could break me in half with little effort! Watching him holding a leash that’s attached to the cock ring on his slave, there is no doubt who is in charge of that relationship!
Master Marcus and my Master quickly stand and greet the black cop, ignoring his slave. They shake hands and ask him to join them for breakfast.
After the cop sits and his slave serves him breakfast, my Master goes over the plan to enslave the rest of my family.
“As you know, today is the start of freeing the rest of my family! Here is the timeline.”
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"Slave Ronny will pretend to be free and present Marcus and me as his latest slaves to his Uncle. My slave Ronny will explain that my other slave Chris acquired me through the ‘Managed Bully” program at his school. However, slave Ronny explains he took Marcus and me as his slaves since, as far as the Uncle knows, slave Chris is still Ronny’s bitch. Plus, slave Ronny will pretend to have enslaved me by blackmailing me. He will say that he has legal evidence against my parents to put them in prison, unless I become his slave. Yet, the Uncle won’t know that Ronny is really my slave and gave the law firm to my parents."
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"I will wear a fake 3D-printed collar and stay with slave Ronny at the beginning. The collars do have some electronics. There are buttons on the collars to communicate with other 3D-printed collars and devices we will use on our mission."
Master nods to Jeffery and sets three fake 3D-printed collars on the table. Master picks up one and passes it around to the other masters. They are surprised that it feels real. They even weigh the same as my collar. That’s because I filled in the collar with a heavy epoxy mixed with metal shavings. For the past few years, one of my hobbies has been 3D printing.
3. "Jeffery will stay with me as well, but because he will be the only one wearing an actual collar, he will record everything happening on this despicable farm. The collar will also record Lidar 3D evidence, so the video can’t be considered a deepfake. Jeffery’s collar is a new prototype from Father Michael’s research lab, featuring the latest Lidar technology. It will create a map of the farm outside and inside all buildings. Slave Ronny will want to show off the farm to his latest slave so his Uncle feels proud of his nephew. His Uncle’s weakness is his pride. So, even showing a new slave the farm will give the Uncle pride in what he owns, which will be nothing soon!"
All the Masters laugh, knowing they will enjoy my Uncle's fall from power.
4. "Johnny and Jimmy will also pretend to be still enslaved by Ronny and wear 3D-printed collars. This will give them a chance to interact with the other black men of my family. Johnny and Jimmy will try to convince them that we can free them from their shackles. I know Johnny and Jimmy will be able to convince them. They have come a long way in understanding what freedom is truly like. So, they are uniquely suited for this part of the mission. We need my family on our side before we enslave this white family."
Johnny and Jimmy beam with pride, determined to free their family members as well.
5. "While slave Ronny has the Uncle distracted, Slave Chris will insert a USB stick into the Uncle's network router. It will give my new friend, Officer Akinyemi, and my parents access to the Uncle's hidden financial offshore accounts, security footage of the farm, and blackmail documents on Judges and the police chief. Having the blackmail document in our control will go a long way toward removing the Uncle’s legal protections. Additionally, remember the extra devices added to the 3D-printed collars. The buttons on the collars can trigger deepfake camera footage of the slave quarters, adding Jimmy and Johnny to recordings that Uncle keeps. That way, Jimmy and Johnny can talk freely to our family members without my uncle knowing."
I smirk to myself. My Uncle likes to watch the slave quarters to jack off to, like his personal porn. Now, those recordings are going to be used against him as proof of enslaving Master’s family. Plus, since my Uncle disciplines his slaves for breaking his rules, the slaves follow a strict routine. So, the footage in the slave quarters is the same from day to day. It allows us to add Jimmy and Johnny to the footage easily without my Uncle knowing.
6. Once we have control of the blackmail documents, Officer Akinyemi will inform his Police Chief and the Judges being blackmailed.
Officer Akinyemi looks at Master in a deep voice, “I have already spoken to my police Chief and the other Judges. They are pleased and grateful for our help. One of the Judges has created the documents you asked for. BTW, my police chief and the Judges were wondering if you would be selling some of the white slaves once they are enslaved?”
Master smiles, “Well, for the right price, yes. I could use some more start-up capital to start my business of training and selling white slaves. I’m planning on turning the farm into a Master/slave training and education center. I’m going to call it the “WLO Training Center.”
Officer Akinyemi asks, “WLO?”
Master replies, “It stands for ‘White Lives Owned’. I think it fits what the center will be all about”.
I beam with pride, knowing Master is using my ideas for the farm. It’s finally going to be put to good use.
7. Good, the documents from the Judge are subpoenas and search warrants. However, they have not registered them with the courts. We will use them to force the Uncle to enslave himself. If not, he doesn’t, then the Police Chief will raid the farm and arrest the Uncle and the entire white family on multiple counts of blackmailing government offices, kidnapping, forced labor, and a hundred more charges. Also, the Judges will make it clear that all of the white family members will be placed in cell blocks that black gang members run. So, I will give them a choice: either they can be slaves to us or, worse, be white bitches to black gang members. Of course, the Judges and Police Chief don’t want the blackmail to be public, which is why they are going along with this plan. However, the Uncle doesn’t need to know this.
I’m sure my Uncle and the rest of my family will fear the gangs more than my Master. He is just a teenager, so my Uncle will assume he doesn’t know how to train and break slaves. I laugh to myself. Boy, will he be surprised!
8. While Jimmy and Johnny convince our family members that they can be freed, my slave Chris will grab the master keys for the shackles holding my family in bondage. They are in the Uncle's safe. My slave Ronny has provided me with the combination to the safe. So we will be able to free my family members after all the white assholes arrive for the Reunion.
9. While they are busy stuffing their faces, Jimmy and Johnny open the gates in the wall around the farm so our backup can come to support us. Along with the police, the fraternity brothers we rescued have also volunteered to be our backup.
Master looks at his mother, “Mother, do you have the 'Slavery Contracts', 'Advance Directives', and 'Power of Attorney' printed out? We will need one for each member of the white family. From what slave Ronny tells me, there will be 60 adults attending the reunion plus their teenage children."
Mistress Nahla smiles proudly at her son, "Yes, Malik, honey, slave Ronny sent me the list of attendees. Plus, your slave Chris kindly provided me with the names of all our family members in bondage to each of these horrible white animals! So, I created legal documents for lawsuits against each member of that horrible family and a class action lawsuit against the Uncle. I have not filed them, but have ready as financial leverage to get them to sign the Slavery Contracts."
She places three large stacks of paper on the table. I am proud to have helped her get the names of all her black family members. Before being enslaved, I did a deep dive into each of the enslaved black family members, so I had to find out all their names. It turns out my Uncle did have our family doctor create birth certificates for each black slave. I found all the birth certificates in Uncle's safe. Ronny was given the combination in case something happened to our Uncle. Our Uncle trusted Ronny to be his successor. Trusting Ronny will now bring him down to my level, a slave he should be. Plus, each adult slave is on our Uncle's payroll, yet he has never paid them a dime. That is all in the suits. It will also be in the criminal fraud charges. Both the financial lawsuits and criminal charges will be laid out before my uncle when Master and his allies confront him. After my uncle caves, my whole family will be shown the same evidence against them. For this to work, we need all of my family members to submit. No one really wants the lawsuits and charges filed. Master wants to punish my family for what they did! Going to jail will not be punishment in the eyes of my Master. Only real slavery will be a proper punishment. So, this has to work!
Master beams at his mother, "Excellent, Mother. Thank you for all your hours of hard work creating these legal documents. They will be instrumental, indeed!"
A sadistic smile forms on Master's face. So far, the plan is coming together just like how Master and I planned it.
Next, Master goes over each person's role in the plan when it's time to confront my Uncle. Everyone agrees they will be in place when the time comes.
After breakfast, everyone leaves except for Master, Jeffery, Jimmy, Johnny, Ronny, and me. It’s time to prepare the masquerade. Master removes my collar. WOW! I didn't realize how heavy it was. I feel much lighter, and it also feels wrong! I miss the weight on my shoulders. I start to tear up, missing my collar.
Master pulls me to him, hugging me tightly. We are both naked now, and the warmth of his embrace helps. I love how powerful his hold is. Being in his arms makes up for how the collar protects me!
He lifts my head and stares down into my eyes, "Boy, what's wrong?"
"Master, I miss the collar!"
Master nods!
"Master, it's a part of me now. I know it's just the thing, but it's more to me, Sir!"
Master rubs my face with his big hand, covering the whole right side of my face.
"I know, boy. Its collar is an extension of my power and control. Without it, you're lost. I understand, boy. I have another collar to replace it."
He sits down in his favorite chair and has me stand in front of him. I notice a cock ring like the one the cop wears on the table beside Master. With one hand, he grabs my dick and balls, and with the other, he grabs hold of the cock ring. He flips it open with his strong thumb. It opens like a collar with a cleverly hidden hinge.
Like when I was collared the first time, cool metal touches my skin, making me shiver. However, this time, I love the incredible sensation. It’s inviting as the coolness wraps around my dick and balls. When I hear the click of the lock, a rush of peace fills my soul. Again, I’m at peace in my role, once again in Master's power and control. I never understood how much Master's physical control affects me. I need it just as much as his mental control. One complements the other. The psychological and physical control are linked. I'm not whole unless both are applied. That's why collars are so crucial for slaves.
I look down at Master and smile, "Thank you, Master! I love you!"
He grabs my balls and pulls me into his lap, then kisses me with determination, confirming his role as my owner. He completely takes control of my mouth while lining up my hole over his beautiful black cock. While being pulled down on my balls, I sink onto the powerful tool that keeps me wanting to obey and serve! I moan as I sink deep until my collared balls feel the curls of his pubes. I grab hold of his neck as he starts driving his hips up and down. Each stroke reinforces who’s in control.
As he drives hard and deep, he breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes.
“Boy..”
Drives hard!
“Will…”
Driving hard again!
“Always…
Driving again!
“Be…
Driving deep and hard as he can!
“Mine!”
I moan with both pleasure and deep satisfaction that I will always be his! Nothing in the world means more than knowing he wants me! I love him so much. I want to serve him for the rest of my life, no matter what it takes!
When Master growls out ‘Mine’, he blasts a massive load into my hole. It will be the last load he will give me for a few days until Master takes control of my family. I can’t wait to show my family how devoted I am!
We hug for a long time as we come down from a shared high. There is nothing better than sharing a high with him as he takes possession of his property, either through a wonderful fuck like we just had or through a whipping. Both are something special to cherish. I hope my family will be able to experience what I just did. It will make what is coming much more pleasant!
Master pulls me off him, and I kneel between his legs. As I look up at him, he picks up one of the 3D-printed collars. I watch uncomfortably as Master places the collar around his neck. My gut instinct tells me this is wrong! It's my submissive self that's offended seeing my Master in a slave collar, even though my intelligent mind says it's fake.
Master smiles down at me, "Boy! What's that look for? You disapprove of my new look?"
Now embarrassed, "Sorry, Master, it's just not right, seeing you in a collar."
Master rubs my hair and laughs, "Yeah, boy, I don't like it either. Remember, boy, it's fake."
He takes it off and puts it back on.
"There is nothing to worry about. I know it goes against your submissive nature, which is who it is. I'm pleased to see it makes my boy uncomfortable. It shows me you're a naturally born submissive, ingrained with the sense of who is superior to you. You’re born to be owned, just like your whole family. It’s in your blood. Now you need to suppress your natural instincts and act like a master again. Think of yourself as an actor in the movie. Show your Uncle you’re a proud black slave owner. You need to sell it so your Uncle doesn't suspect anything has changed in your social status. Can you do that for me, boy?"
Master continues to rub my bald head as I look up at him and nod up and down.
"Yes, Master. I will pretend to be a Master for you!"
Now let's get you dressed up like a free man. Then we hear the familiar sound of high heels down the hallway. We turn to the doorway as Mistress Nahla appears, "Son, aren't you forgetting something?"
We look at her with blank faces. She motions up and down to Master's naked form. I look up at him, and it hits me.
"Master, you have hair."
He looks down, then recognition dawns on him, "Fuck!"
He looks at Mistress and nods, "Thanks, Mom. I forgot that slaves are shaved clean."
Master grabs my wrist and pulls me to his private bathroom. As we pass the twins' room, Master knocks on their door. We don’t wait long, and my Dad opens the door.
“Hello, Master Malik, how can this slave help you?”
“Boy! Remind Master’s Jimmy and Johnny that they need to shave all their hair.”
Dad nods, but then I see shame on his face, “Master, that will not be an issue. Sorry to remind Master that Master’s Jimmy and Johny’s hair will never grow again! The treatment they received as my slaves was permanent hair removal. This slave is so sorry, Master, they were put through the hair removal process.”
At that point, Master Jimmy comes up behind my Dad and grabs him around the waist. I hear my Dad inhale deeply while his eyes go wide.
“OH! Hi Malik. What can I do for you? My brother and I are getting one last taste of these slaves before starting our mission to save our family.”
Then I see Master Jimmy’s hips moving some and realize why my Dad was surprised when Master Jimmy grabbed him.
Master apologizes, “OH, sorry, Jimmy. Just checking in to see if Johnny or you have any last-minute questions.”
My Dad is now moaning a little as he tries to keep focused on Master Malik and Jimmy’s conversation while feeling ashamed about causing Master Jimmy and Johnny to be hairless for the rest of their lives.
“No, Johnny and I understand what we need to do. We will make sure our family understands they will be freed and will back you up when you comfort this white boy’s fucked up family. My brother and I are looking forward to fucking those assholes…UP!”
Jimmy smiles at his pun as he is currently fucking my Dad’s hole.
“Good to hear you are eager. We will be leaving in a couple of hours. I still have some prep work to do.”
“OK! Cousin. We will be ready when you need us!”
“Great!”
Master then pulls me down the hall to his suite. Their bedroom door closes, then we hear a bang against it and moans from the other side. Like down in the Den with Master, the twins are getting last-minute fuck sessions in before they have to act as slaves to my brother and me again! It’s going to be so strange after being where I belong for these past few weeks. I have to remember how to be authoritative again! I was never dominant with the slaves under me. My Uncle saw this, which is why he put my brother, Ronny, in charge of my Dad, my sister, and me.
Master pulls me into the large bathroom connected to his bedroom suite. I know where everything is to shave, Master. I have been shaving his face for weeks now. I know I have to take extra care with the rest of his body. I would hate to nick my Master. He would certainly punish me if I did that, which I would deserve.
Master stands in the shower stall as I lather up his chest. I quickly realize that shaving a black man’s curled hair isn’t as easy as shaving the thin hairs on a white boy. Kenny and I have been shaving each other for years since we are on the swim team in school.
After finishing his chest, I work down each arm and move to his back. I’m using a straight razor with replacement disposable blades. By the time I’m done with my Master’s back, I have to replace a blade. His thick hair is another sign that he is more of a man than I am. I could use one blade to shave Kenny for a week!
Once Master’s back is done, I work on his legs and even the top of his feet. The legs are just as hairy as his back and chest. When I finish each leg and foot, I have to replace a blade.
So, when I reach his asshole, I make sure I have a fresh blade. The sharper the blade, the quicker and more precise you can be, thereby reducing the amount of time the blade is in contact with the skin. It’s good because the more time I spend shaving Master, the less likely I am to nick him. The fear of Master’s whip keeps me focused on my duty.
The asshole is one of the risky parts of shaving someone. I have to use one hand to grab an asscheek, keeping it tight while using the other hand to shave the hair. When I get to his balls, I have to pull them tight to get the skin smooth.
It makes Master grunt, “Careful, boy. Those are precious and sensitive.”
I nod thoughtfully, “Sorry, Master. Your slave will be careful. They are very precious indeed, Master.”
I smile up at Master, hoping this helps ease his fears. I work gently, finish shaving his balls, and work my way between the balls and asshole. When I’m done with the neck down, I do a final inspection, finding some stray hairs that I missed.
I stand up and look at him, “Master, we have one more place that my Uncle will require no hair.”
I point to his head, “Sorry, Master. It sucks. Hopefully, it will grow back quickly. You have wonderfully manly hair that no white boy can have. Your slave will miss it, Master.”
I tried to make it sound not so bad that it will grow back, which means it could be worse, like my hair, which will never grow back. Yet, I didn’t want to sound like I was complaining. Slaves don’t complain. Not having hair is what I signed up for, as it is part of being a Master’s property. Besides, Master decided to use Dad’s hair removal on me. Plus, since it was his decision, I don’t have the right to complain.
So, Master nods at me to continue as he sits down on the toilet seat. I first cut off his dreadlocks with a pair of scissors. I have always thought dreadlocks make black men look tough. So, I hate seeing them fall to the ground. Part of me wants to stop this. It hurts to see Master look like a slave, even though I know better.
I set the electric clippers to the lowest setting, triple zero, and then I attached the guard. I run the clippers over his head, looking at all angles around his head, making sure I got it all. After that, I apply more shaving cream to Master's head. Perhaps seeing Master bald will make him appear more masculine and tough. Like the clippers, after running the blade over his head, I look at different angles to make sure no hairs are in sight. My Uncle knows something is up if a slave has any hair on his body. The hair removal that Dad and then Ronny used kills the hair roots. So, after applying, it hurts all over, so I know there can’t be any hairs left. Therefore, if Uncle sees hair on Master, then he will get suspicious.
The rest of my family are scared little fucks, like my Uncle. Their fears of being enslaved or imprisoned kept my Uncle in power. Additionally, the family trust helps maintain my family's lifestyle, which is only a few dream of. So, their biggest fear is losing all that. I have to laugh to myself, their biggest fear is their biggest weakness. Once they see the power Master has, the lie they tell themself about being superior to black people will crumble.
After wiping Master's head dry with a warm towel, he looks just as masculine and tough without hair. It’s funny how Master being bald makes him look strong, while slaves like me make us look weak. I guess removing the hair brings out one’s true self, regardless of whether you are an Alpha or a submissive.
Master looks in the mirror and nods. Then smiles at himself. Yes, he sees his true self, too. He is an Alpha no matter what. It confirms my gut feeling that he was born superior.
Master has me give him a quick shower so we can get going. I feel he wants this all to be done soon. I feel the excitement building as we get to the end of a long road of discovering who he is as a superior black man with the right to own white slaves. His parents figured this out about the same age he is now. Yet, only now does this black family have the means to take what belongs to them all along! I can see why he is excited. Shit! I'm excited for him.
I dry him and we go into his bedroom. On the bed next to the fake collar are some of my old clothes, which I never thought I would ever see again.
I look at Master, shocked, "How? I thought they were given to charity?"
Master quickly rushes over to me and slaps my ass. I'm confused at first, but the spank reminded me of my training the first week of being Master's slave.
I lower my head in shame, "Sorry, Master, Your slave disrespected its owner. It never uses personal pronouns in reference to itself and acknowledges its owner's superiority when speaking with its Masters. Thank you, Master, for correcting it, Master."
"Good Slave. Now get dressed. We have a family to enslave."
Once dressed, the clothes feel uncomfortable. I have been naked for weeks except for my Speedo when going to school. These clothes start itching some. Instinctively, I want to rip them off. I scratch and wiggle in them.
Master spanks my ass again," STOP THAT, BOY!"
"Sorry, Master!"
I fight the eagerness to scratch. It's hard, but I manage to keep still.
"Remember, boy, it needs to pretend to be free."
I nod.
"Now, let's practice. Order me around."
I look at him like he's crazy! I’m not sure I can do this. I haven't ordered slaves around much in the last couple of years. The only time was when I was around my Uncle. He expected all of our family to assume the role of a Master. Yet, deep down, I knew he was wrong.
Master nods, “Go on. Be convincing!”
I take a big breath and order, “Kneel!”
Master quickly kneels at my feet, looking down submissively. It’s wrong! I’m about to walk away when I see my brother in the doorway. Master must have left the door open. How long has he been there?
Ronny comments, “Good! Brother. Now tell him to kiss your feet. You know the tradition.”
OH Yeah! I nod at my brother, remembering that our Uncle expects all slaves to kneel and kiss our feet when they enter the presence of their owner.
I look down at my Master, not wanting to do this but knowing I have to.
“Kiss my feet!”
Master replies, “Yes, Master!”
Then he quickly kisses my feet. It makes me more uncomfortable. So, I imagine myself in Master’s place. That helps somewhat.
Ronny orders, “Tell your slave to suck you. Use the word ‘SLAVE’ this time.”
Ronny is now ordering me around again, just as he used to.
So, I smile at him and nod. We are reverting to him being the head of the household. I see that Dad is beside and slightly behind him. The twins are on leashes, kneeling naked behind them.
I follow my brother’s orders and look down at Master once again.
“Slave, SUCK!”
Master quickly undoes my belt and then opens my shorts. My semi-hard dick pops out. I’m not wearing underwear, which is another tradition Uncle expects. He grabs my pathetically small dick and puts it in his mouth. His big lips do feel good. So, I quickly grow hard. At 4 inches, it does not even get into Master’s throat. I don’t even know what a throat fucking feels like. But Master's lips and tongue do an excellent job. I start moaning.
“Brother, grab the slave's head, scull fuck it.”
I moan out as I look at Ronny in shock. I can’t do that to Master.
Ronny walks up beside me and orders Jimmy to suck him. Jimmy quickly gets to work on Ronny.
“Now, brother, grab the slave’s head with both hands and pull down hard like this.”
He places both hands on the back of Jimmy's head and pulls hard, slamming his dick into Jimmy's throat. He holds him down while looking at me.
“Go on, do it.”
I look down at my Master, afraid! With his mouth full, he nods his head up and down. He gives me the OK to do it. So, I grab his head with both hands and pull. I feel the head of my dick just touching the entrance of Master’s throat. I do wonder what a throat fuck would feel like. I bet it’s terrific.
I see Jimmy is starting to fight for breath. Yet, Ronny doesn’t let go. He holds him down as Master, and he has done this to me many times. I feel sorry for Jimmy. A Master should never feel so vulnerable.
Ronny smirks. He is enjoying this! He has always been sadistic like our Uncle. That’s why Uncle likes him more than my Dad or me. They fed off each other.
When Master struggles to breathe, Ronny encourages me, “Hold him down, Brother. Don’t let up until the last minute. It's OK. You know Uncle likes seeing slaves struggle. You need to convince him that your slave is broken. It will help our Uncle believe our story! You can do it. Just watch me!”
I watch Ronny. He holds Jimmy down hard as he struggles to breathe. It's hard to watch. Yet, to Jimmy’s credit, he doesn’t try to push away. It isn’t the first time Ronny has done this to Jimmy.
So, I do the same to my Master. It pains me to see Master in distress. Yet, I know we have to sell this to our Uncle. I look at Jimmy and Ronny. My brother only lets him up when his face gets deep red. Jimmy takes several big breaths before Ronny forces his 6 inches back down Jimmy’s throat.
So, I hold Master down until his face starts to darken. I let up, but never release his head from my grip. Master breathes in heavily, but not as much as Jimmy is doing.
“Brother! He's fit and strong. He can take it longer. Enjoy it, brother. Our Uncle wants to see you enjoy it.”
I’m far from enjoying this. It’s so wrong! I shouldn’t be doing this. I want to stop and apologize, but I know that wouldn’t convince my Uncle that Master is my slave. Master looks up at me and smiles, then nods for me to continue. I nod back, and it feels better to get his approval.
So, I pull his head down hard again. This time, with more force. I’m surprised to feel the head of my dick pop into Master’s throat. It squeezes the head, which keeps me from cumming. I see Master is holding his breath for a while, but soon he struggles. I hold him tighter as he struggles to breathe. Again, his face slightly darkens. I hold him down until his face darkens as much as Jimmy’s, then let him up. Now, he breathes in hard like Jimmy.
Ronny encourages me, “Do it again. Uncle will want to proof you have broken your slave. If you are light on him, then he will get suspicious. You know he doesn’t like taking in new slaves outside the bloodline.”
“But, he is within the bloodline,” I protest.
Ronny smiles, “Right! Use that fact. Explain how you researched him and found out that he is from a lost branch of our slaves’ family line. You came to me with the information on the lost branch. So, I enslaved him to have a lavage on his parents at the law firm. Tell our Uncle that his parents will do anything I tell them because I have their son enslaved to me. Then tell him I let you use the son as a reward for your loyalty to our family.”
Dam! Ronny is devious! Our Uncle might buy that. I wasn’t sure what I was going to tell our Uncle. That’s why Ronny is a lawyer. He can spin the story in a way that makes it seem true.
“OK, Ronny. That’s a good idea.”
He smiles, then adds, “Remember to refer to Uncle and me as Sir. Uncle still thinks I’m the head of our immediate family and that I’m in line to take over the whole family after him. Dad and you need to respect my authority over you both, understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir. I remember.”
To reinforce his act of authority, he rubs my ass in my tight shorts as I continue to face fuck Master. I remember him fucking Dad and me to keep us under his power. It was another reason I submitted to Master in the lockroom. I wanted to be out from under Ronny and my Uncle's power. Now, I am back under their power for a short time. I need to let my Uncle think he still has that power over me, but at the same time, remember that Master owns me. It’s going to be the hardest thing I have ever done in my life!
Ronny looks at Dad, and he runs off. Not long after, I hear chains rattling from the doorway. I look up to see Dad carrying three sets of shackles.
Ronny commands, “Boy, get our slaves shackled. Uncle is expecting us soon.”
Dad quickly kneels in front of the twins and places shackles on their ankles and wrists.
I can’t help myself, “Sir, is that necessary?”
Ronny slaps my ass hard!
“Boy, you know Uncle’s rules. All slaves need to be bound to us. So, Dam right, they are necessary. He will not believe they are our slaves if they are not shackled. Additionally, please refrain from questioning me while we are at the farm. I know we are equals now. But at the farm, we need to keep up appearances. Uncle still thinks I’m in charge of this household. So, you need to give me the respect he expects. Well, that’s until our Master makes his move. Don’t worry, our Uncle will soon understand what you and I now know. We are inferior to all black men. Now there is one last thing that has to be done. I need to fuck Master and the twins. Uncle expects that I would have fucked the twins by now and Master as soon as I took him as my slave. If he thinks I have not fucked Master yet, then he will get suspicious. He is already going to be suspicious of Master, being that he wasn’t bred like the other slaves. However, your work with the Master’s family tree linking him to the other slaves will help convince him. Remember, it’s part of the plan that Master and you came up with. We took Master as our slave to keep his parents in line at the law firm and complete the family of slaves under his control.”
Ronny slaps my ass again, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt our Master.”
We both look down at Master, and he nods at us. It’s all part of the plan. Ronny has to fuck Master while in this state so that he can get into the role of a slave. Like an actor mentally preparing for a role of a lifetime. He needs to experience the role he is playing, or Uncle knows something is up.
Ronny points to the fuck bench in the room. He climbs onto the bench, and I padlock the steel shackles to the bench. I hand the key to Ronny. It’s on a chain that he puts over his neck. The shackles are real, so Master can’t get free. It's part of the plan to lock Master’s shackles to the bench. He was afraid that he would rebel if he weren’t completely locked up for this. Master is gay, so he has been fucked before by Marcus. So, at least Ronny will not be taking his virginity. Except when Marcus and Master fuck it’s for love. This fuck will be for domination, and we all know it. That’s why Master needs to be locked down. This goes against his nature as an Alpha.
Ronny looks at me and orders, “Boy, prepare his hole.”
I flinch at the thought of preparing my Master to be dominated in such a degrading way! It’s not right! Yet, I know it has to be done. I grab the best silicone lube and coat my fingers. Thankfully, Master was cleaned out before taking a shower this morning. Master Marcuc’s fuck of Master stretched him out enough to allow my hand to slip in easily.
When I pull my hand out, Ronny pushes me away. I kneel beside them, watching Ronny line up his inferior dick to Master’s hole. Slowly, he pushes in. Master grunts some, but compared to Master Marcus’s massive cock it’s nothing. I’m thankful to hear Master moan some instead of groans of pain. I look to see Ronny enjoy one of the last fucks of his life!. Ronny must share Master with our Uncle, which he expects from all our family slaves.
It only takes 10 minutes for Ronny to dump his inferior seed into Master. I laugh. Ronny was planning to get my sister pregnant. However, his plans have now taken a completely different direction. Master might breed Ronny with another white female slave, but it will not be by fucking my sister. Instead, Master might artificially impregnate one of my cousins. So, yes, that was one of the last holes Ronny will fuck. It will be a reminder that the last fuck of his life was with a man. Good! That will mess with his sense of manhood, keeping his ego in check.
After Ronny pulls out, some cum leaks out of Master’s hole. So, he grabs the back of my neck, pushing my face into the hole. I resist some, but Ronny has always been stronger than me. I don’t want to taste Ronny’s cum again. Master’s cum is much more delicious, even when it’s bitter at times. I love it because it's Master’s seed! It’s superior because Master is superior. It's that simple. I have learned that anything coming from Master is delicious.
So, when I taste Ronny’s cum leaking out of Master’s hole, I want to throw up! It’s so gross. I can’t believe I used to like it. Ronny pushes my face deeper into Master’s hole. I tell myself, I’m doing this for the greater good. So Master can claim my family. As I lick deeper into Master’s hole, I hear him moan. It helps a lot. Knowing Master is enjoying my tongue makes eating Ronny’s inferior cum worth it. Soon, I don’t even taste it. All my focus is on the sounds coming from Master.
Ronny smirks at me, “Boy, you're such a slut! Are you enjoying that hole?”
He lets me catch my breath, “Yes, Sir, I love this hole.”
“Good, say that to our Uncle when you’re doing the same to him and me later tonight!”
I cringe at the thought. Thankfully, Ronny shoves my face back in Master’s hole. He lets go of my head, and I hear the sound of clothes being put on. It’s the clothes Master allowed him to wear for this weekend. I smile to myself. Every time I see him in those clothes, it will remind me who really owns us.
“Enough, boy! Unlock him and finish dressing!”
Reluctantly, I pull myself from Master’s hole. I lick my lips, tasting Master’s bitter ass juices, which are much better than Ronny’s cum. I quickly unlock my Master from the bench and reconnect the chains between his wrist and ankle shackles. Then I start dressing as I watch him kneel in front of us, head bowed. It’s sad to see him in this state. Yet, I know it’s all an act to get into character.
Ronny yells out, “Boy, help dress your Masters.”
Master quickly gets up and helps him and me finish dressing. I hear the chains of his shackles rattle as he buttons up my shirt. Looking at his locked wrists only makes me sadder. He whispers, “Boy, I’m OK. It will all be over soon. Our world will soon return to its proper state. Don’t be sad, my boy!”
Then he flinches, “Boy, no talking. You know the rules. I’m going to punish you now! Get back on the bench, boy!”
I yell out, “NO, RONNY!”
He slaps my face, “Brother, don’t you yell at me. You know it’s necessary. If Uncle heard you defend a slave, you would be the one on his spanking bench and then spending a night in the solitary confinement cell. You remember the cells, don’t you, brother!”
I shiver at the thought! When we were young and rebellious, our uncle would punish us by putting one or both of us in one of the solitary confinement cells. It’s his secondary punishment for slaves after an initial beating. The cells smelled horrible, like dried piss and crap! I hated it. Sometimes, slaves would be in there for weeks at a time. It worked! When I came out, I was much more obedient to our Uncle. One time, Dad tried to defend us, and he ended up in one of the cells as well. Several of my family members have been in those cells over the years. It was another way he kept us all obedient to him! I hate him so much!
I need to be obedient to my Uncle for the short term, or I will end up in one of those cells. That would ruin our plan!
I hold back tears as Master climbs onto the bench again. Ronny picks up a wooden paddle that he has used on me many times. I look away, not wanting to see my Master being spanked! Yet, Ronny grabs my cheeks and makes me face Master.
“Boy, you know the rules! Uncle always wants us to watch slaves being punished.”
I nod, remembering my uncle beating slaves, and we had to watch him every time. He wanted us to learn how to punish slaves properly. Plus, he said it’s good to see a slave in pain. He said the pain teaches slaves obedience and respect. I disagreed, which is why I researched the history of Black men. That led me to discover that our Master is related to our slaves. The more research I did, the more I realized Uncle was wrong. I started respecting Black men for all they accomplished, despite white men like my Uncle trying to hold them back. I wanted to help them so much. I realized that Black men are superior and I had to serve them.
Ronny places the paddle against one ass cheek, rubbing it some, then lifts it and slams it hard. Master grunts in pain. Ronny does the same to the other cheek, causing Master to grunt again. He then quickly switches between each cheek, hitting Master harder each time, causing Master’s grunt to change to growls. I have seen some of the toughest slaves use growling as a coping mechanism. They look angry. I can see the same anger in Master as he grips the bench tightly. I smile. He will not let this break him. Master is too strong to let anyone break him!
The beating continued until Master's skin was purple and pink compared to the dark brown skin. My ass would be black and blue from a spanking like that. My fair skin shows marks up more visibly than darker skin tones. Our Uncle requires visible confirmation that everyone in our family punishes our slaves as he requires. So, out of fear of my Uncle, they deliver harsh punishments so that our Uncle wouldn't use one of us as an example of how to discipline a slave. It’s another way he controls our family. He keeps us in a tight grip so no one outside of the family finds out about the slaves.
Finally, Ronny stops the beating, feeling that Master's ass shows enough marks. Master took it well. He never broke, which only makes me respect him even more.
As Master climbs off the bench, I can see his cock is hard. Did Master secretly enjoy that? Then I look at Ronny. Not surprisingly, he is hard, too. Fuck! I want to kneel in front of both my Alphas and service them. But there is no time for that. Ronny attaches a leash to Master's fake collar. As he pulls Master out of the bedroom, he moves past Dad, who watched the beating. Dad, too, is hard. I smirk at him, knowing he wanted to be on the bench so Ronny would beat him. We are much more alike, and he now knows it. After a few weeks of slave training, Dad's ego is now completely gone! All of us white slaves have egos that need to be broken to realize we are indeed inferior. It's a necessary step to find inner peace. Before Master's training, we battled ourselves every day, trying to prove we were superior to our slaves. Yet, deep down, we know it was a lie to feed our ego. Breaking down the ego is a crucial step in finding peace. Now, our uncle and the rest of our family will finally know true peace in serving Superior Black men like Master's family.
Ronny leads us through the house with the twin leashed behind Dad, and I follow behind all of them. We pass Master's parents, and they stop us. They hug Master, encouraging him, and promise to be ready when the time comes. They shake their head in disapproval when they see his marked-up ass cheeks, but don't say anything. Thankfully, as we get to the garage, he doesn’t look back at his parents' disapproval of being beaten!
Well, when we are done, it will be the last time one of my family disciplines or punishes a black person. As we get in the car, I smile, knowing my family will finally find peace through servitude!
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