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, and consensual slavery.  In this story, the age of consent for sex is 18.   Some aspects of this story could seem too extreme to some people.  Therefore, if this offends you, then please move on.  

Chapter Summary:  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 the point of view of white slaves Wally and Chris. It’s time for Master Malik to save his family from Chris’s asshole Uncle, the brother of slave Wally. 

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Characters:

• Master Malik - Young 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, black, 6 feet tall. 190 pounds, 9 inches long and 6 inches around cock.  Malik has solid muscles, is toned and flexible, and can 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 wealthy white lawyer.  Submitted to be a designated bully for a black boy (Master Malik).  He is 18, 115 pounds, 5 ft 6 inches tall, 4 inch dick with blond hair with hazel eyes. Chris is a white boy with the need to submit to Superior Black people.

• 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, and 5 inch dick.  

• 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 secure 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 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.  He has solid muscles 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 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, 6 inch long dick with a slim and hairless body due to being a swimmer on the swim team.  He has been forced to be submissive to his twin brothers all his life.  Yet, now he is a willing slave to Master Marcus.

• 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 tall, and 5 inch dick.  

• Slave Davey - A white slave to Master Marcus. Father of slaves Kenny, Freddy, and Charlie.  He is 45, white, 5ft, 9 inches tall, 160 pounds, and 5-inch long dick.  Was a whore for his sons, Freddy and Charlie.  He 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.   

• Mistress Amari King - Dominant Superior Black woman.  Mother of Master Marcus King.  She is the wife and owner of the white principal at Marcus’s school.  Married to the principal to raise her social status and have control of the principal of Marcus’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.  Yet, when it comes to sexual control of white slaves, she is very open to their use by all black people. She doesn’t hide her control of white slaves but displays it openly to her neighbors and the community at large.  

• 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 BI, 35, 5’5” tall, 140 pounds, well-toned body, with a 5-inch dick.

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POV of slave Wally 

I drive us to my brother's farm outside our city limits, but within our county.  It’s the day my brother will understand, like I do, who is truly Superior.  All my life, deep down, I knew I was inferior to the men and women we keep in bondage. Yet, I couldn't tell anyone, since my Uncle controls the family.  Owning black slaves was what my family did. I foolishly used my white pride to hide what I and all our family are. 

When we approach the farm, there is a wall around the farm, built by my family’s slaves long ago.  I shake my head in disgust. The wall is very thick and made of stone. It's more to prevent prying eyes out than to keep the black men and women in. These men and women don't even know the real world, just on the other side of that wall. So, they don't even try to escape. I smile, knowing that it is about to change. 

There’s a familiar face manning the main gate, Jacob, one of my Uncle’s slaves. He recognizes me and opens the gate. 

“Thank you, Jacob. How many are we expecting for the reunion?”

“Master, we expected 60 adults with all family members in attendance.”

“Good boy! Thank you, boy!”

Jacob beams at the compliment, “Master, thank you so much, Master.” 

Then he nods at my son and smiles. Yet, I can see that he fears my son more than he fears me. If he only knew that my son will soon be fearing him! 

I drive up to the original plantation's house that has been in our family for generations. 

On the lawn next to the house, many slaves are busy preparing for my family's arrival.  The big top tent is almost set up. Just need the walls attached. In the tent are rows of chairs lined up for 120, enough for both the adults and their children. 

The chairs face a stage. In the center of the stage are two heavy-duty chairs, like thrones. The thrones are where my brother and my son would usually sit. My brother treats our family like we are his subjects, serving him as our King, and my son is his prince. He has trained us to obey him. Well, not anymore! There is a new King in town! 

I step out of the SUV with pride that I am doing the right thing for my Master and my family. 

When I open the back hatch and see my Master caged, it feels so wrong. My heart aches for him. He sees my eye start to water up and shakes his head, no. I nod and wipe my eyes on the shirt.  I don't own the shirt, which is a reminder that I own nothing; instead, I’m owned by my Superior, who is ordering me to be strong.  

I open the cage, attach the leash to the fake collar, and pull. Master crawls out of the cage as I pull him to the ground. He winces in pain, causing me to fight back more tears.  Then I hear my brother calling for me. 

“Boy, what's taking so long?” 

I quickly pull Master Marcus out of the cage, too.  In the second cage are Masters Jimmy and Johnny.  I also attach leashes to their fake collars. 

My son and daughter join us as they pull Jeffery out of the back seat by leashes, too.

I join them as we walk towards the house. My older brother is leaning against the porch railing, his arms on his hips, looking down at us. He immediately points to my Master and Master Marcus. I look up with the wicked smirk I have perfected over the years, hiding behind what I am. But before I can speak, my son, Ronny, saves me with the same smirk he learned from my brother and me. 

“Uncle, Sir, these are my latest acquisitions. I acquired them from my brother. It turns out that his school has a new ‘Managed Bullying’ program that requires him to take these animals as his bullied boys. So, I took them as my own, since my brother isn’t capable of properly training new slaves. Get this, Sir, they volunteered to submit to him. Can you believe it?”

My brother laughs, “Yes, I believe it. Animals like those kinds know they need to serve us.  I heard of this school program. The judge and police chief I own both confirmed that the program is designed to bring back slavery. It’s about Goddamn time. The Richardson family are spearheading the effort. They are proper white folk who can get it done. Good job, nephew. Are they tamed?”

Ronny smiles looking sincere, “Yes, I gave them the training course you taught me, Sir. They are broken bucks!” Of course, that's a lie. 

“I see you have used them recently.”

My brother walks up behind my Master and pushes his large fingers into my Master. I clinch my fist, holding back from punching my brother. But my son grabs my ass and squeezes. He pushes a finger in my hole, rubbing my prostate, which he has called my male p-spot. This distracts me, and I gasp a little as a moan escapes my lips. At the same time, my Master moans. I watch in horror mixed with pleasure as my brother finger fucks my Master. Soon he has four fingers in him. I'm helpless to save him. While Master is on all fours, my brother quickly mounts him right here in the driveway. I so want to push my brother away. But my son has me in his control. Ronny pushes me to the ground next to my Master. His cock is out as fast as my brother did to mount my Master. I inhale deeply as Ronny mounts me! OHHH FUCK! I moan out as he shoves his cock deep into the hole that my Master is allowing him to use. 

Above us, you can hear kissing.  Looking back I see my brother aggressively kisses Ronny.  

While kissing, Ronny points to my youngest, Chris, and then to my face. Chris steps up to me with his cock out. Automatically, I open up for him, but in my mind, it's all for Master. I keep saying it over and over to remind myself to be strong. My younger son shoves his cock deep into my mouth like my oldest taught me to do! 

My uncle then points at my daughter and has her push her pussy into Master's face. Soon, she is moaning like all my family is doing. 

Master and I are used for 10 minutes, before my brother switches to Master Marcus' ass and orders my son to use his mouth.  

My Uncle yells, “Bitches, get to work on my nephew and my holes.”

We know what Bitches he is talking to, my daughter and me. I quickly get behind my brother, and my daughter gets behind my son. 

As expected, my brother orders, “BUCK, GET ON MY BALLS!”

My Black owner quickly crawls between my brother's legs. My Owners are playing their part well. I will have to make it up to them later. 

I know they are because the only way my brother can get off is with this much stimulation or being fucked. I have seen him go out to the stables and ride one of his black bull slaves. The ones he uses for breeding. 

I imagine he is thinking of using my two Masters as bulls to mix up the gene pool. Every year, he has a new bull that he enslaves to keep the slaves from inbreeding.  He only cares about inbreeding issues to avoid serious health problems. Those would cause red flags outside our county government. 

I think that's why he’s OK with my son enslaving my Masters who are not part of the main livestock. Normally, he’s the only one who can add new livestock to the harem.  He fears that if other members of the family enslaves black bucks from outside our harems, they would do it incorrectly and the secret will be out. So, most of my family uses my Uncle’s breeding bulls to create more slaves.

Finally, my brother dumps his load into Master Marcus's hole. Next, Ronny dumps his load too. One of my brother's many rules is that he shoots first if we are fucking together. Of course, Ronny rarely allowed me to fuck anyone since my brother gave me to my son to take as one of his bitches.  I laugh to myself.  NOW! I'm not allowed to fuck because my asshole brother no longer controls me.  I'm sure Master will not allow him to fuck anyone after my Uncle is claimed! 

My brother orders my daughter and my son, Chris,, “Bitches, take those two to the stables,” pointing to the twins Jimmy and Johnny.  “Have Jeffery prepare them for the initiation ceremony. I want them on the stage tonight. As tradition, the head of the family claims the holes of every buck that turns of age.”

They takes the leashes of the twins, leading them to the stables. Well, at least part of the plan is going right. 

When ever one of my family’s slaves is of age, my brother beats them and then fucked them. No one is allowed to fuck them until he does. That's why the twins were spared, and my son didn’t fuck them yet! Well, my brother won't be able to either once the plan is completed. 

My brother pats my son on the back, “Come, we have much to discuss. Bring your bitch too,” smirking at me, “He will need to know what I'm planning too.”

I follow them up to the main house. My brother leads us to his private lounge. Our Master and Master Marcus follow on all fours with me holding their leashes. 

My brother sits in his usual chair, and my son sits on the couch across from him. 

My son orders,”Strip bitch!”

I know he is talking to me since that's what I was to him before we both were enslaved. I quickly obey, keeping up the show. 

Knowing where I'm expected, I kneel between my son's legs. I rub his legs, affectionately as a bitch should. My brother smiles approvingly, while my son rubs my head.  Master and Master Marcus kneel on either side of my Son, bowing their heads like good broken bucks. 

“Son, I see you have shaved the bitch completely,” 

Ronny has become my brother's adopted son both personally and legally. 

“Yes, Sir. I like him smooth. Like my sister, bitches just don't deserve hair. Only men have hair, right, Sir?”

“Yes, quite right, my boy.”

My brother leans over and rubs my smooth chest, tweaking my right nipple, smirks at me. I moan like I used to from his touch. 

My brother leans over staring into Ronny’s eyes, smiling warmly and rubbing his right leg affectionately at the same time.  I know that look. It's the same one he gave me when he wanted to fuck me when we were younger, growing up in this house.  I was his bitch before I was Ronny’s. Now he wants Ronny, too. 

I smirk to myself, knowing he’s too late. Ronny is already a white bitch to our Master. He leans back, losing the lustful smile, replacing it with an evil one. 

“Let's talk business. From some of my sources, I understand that Frank Richardson is working on bringing back slavery. I would like to breed more bucks and bitches. Yet, to do that, we will need more bulls and breeders. They will need to be of good stock to produce the best bucks and bitches.  I don't care if they are volunteers or not.  Once the law goes into effect, I want to start selling the bucks and bitches. I want to create an auction house renowned for the finest black bucks and bitches in the world.  

“Sir, what do you need from me?”

My brother hands Ronny a tablet with some black men's pictures and stats.  

“Those are the first set of bulls I have selected.”

“Sir, these are famous online celebrities. How are you going to get them to volunteer to be our slaves?”

“Blackmail, of course! I already have judges and our police chief under my control.”

Ronny smiles, “Can I see what you have on them? I will need their help to get these black bulls' enslaved.”

“Yes, of course, that's why I invited you over early. I want to bring you in on all my plans in case something happens to me. Your bitches are your backup in case something happens to both of us.”

Just then, my youngest son, Chris, walks in and sees me kneeling naked. So, he begins to strip too. Ronny and my brother ignore him. 

He sits cross-legged between my legs. He acts like he is bored. 

I whisper in his ear, “This is it.”

My brother grabs a separate tablet and unlocks it with his right thumb, handing it to Ronny. 

“Son, this tablet has all the blackmail info on everyone I control. It only stays in the house, and I keep it in the safe. Only I have access to it. You know what will happen if it gets into the wrong hands. Our family's legacy and our freedom are at stake. I created some powerful enemies with what is on the tablet.”

“Sir, I will keep it safe.”

“I'm counting on you, my boy!”

Ronny is a good actor. I would have believed him if I didn't know better. Master has completely broken him. He is loyal to our owner. Besides, the cockring locked on him prevents him from disobeying. All my Master has to do is say one word, and Ronny would double over in pain. Like the collars we wore earlier, the cockrings we are wearing are shock collars. They all have the same type of control that neck collars have. 

Chris sees the tablet and nods to me. It is all going as planned. 

“My boy, I’m giving you access to it.  I trust you to keep it safe.  You are my favorite nephew, the son I never had.”

Ronny beams with pride!   My brother takes the tablet back, types a little, and hands it back to Ronny. He presses his thumb to the screen, then hands it back to my brother. 

“Good! Now you have access. Only use it if the bitches I control try anything stupid. Remind them our family owns them like all their kind.”

Chris giggles at that, so I tickle him just to hide the real reason he is giggling.  

Ronny slaps us both beside our heads. 

“Stop that bitches.”

“Sorry, Sir.  Sometimes I have to remind them of their matters.”

“Yes, I had to do the same thing to the bitch when it was mine!”

I remember all the times he slapped me growing up. Our father used the same method of control on my brother when he was alive. So, of course, he did it to me. He’s the oldest, therefore, I was expected to do as he ordered. My dad saw him as my Alpha brother.  When my ‘Alpha brother’ saw that Ronny was a so-called ‘Alpha’ too, he gave me to Ronny. Then my brother adopted Ronny to degrade me further.  He’s legally my brother’s son! I hate him so much. I can't wait to see him kneeling at our Master's feet.

Now we know where the blackmail evidence is.  My brother locks the tablet in the wall safe of the lounge.  Ronny has already shared the wall safe’s 5 digit code with Chris. My brother will never suspect that Chris or Ronny would betray him. 

My brother leads us to the dining room.  I'm surprised to see our nephew Andy joining us for dinner. He’s my youngest sister's kid.  Ann and her husband own a cattle ranch in Texas.  So, Andy is a real cowboy.  He is strong and tough.  But not much brain other than what it takes to run a cattle ranch. He spends a lot of time with other ranch hands. I haven't seen him in years. When we enter the dining room, I keep my head down and my hands behind my back. 

Ronny shakes Andy’s hand and can see he has a firm grip. 

“Andy! I didn't know you were coming for the reunion.”

“Yeah, my pops couldn't make it. He is buying some new bulls for us since our current one aren't producing big enough cows. He's at some auction now. He sent me instead.”

He glances at me, looking me up and down like seeing his Uncle naked and submissive as if it’s normal.  All the while, Ronny has his hand on my ass and keeps our Masters close to his side. 

Andy then spots them. 

“Well, what do we have here? Those are fine-looking bucks you got there!”

Ronny’s face changes to something like a protective owner.  He places a hand on each of our Master's heads. 

Andy was going to bend down for a closer look, but steps back at seeing Ronny protect our Masters.  Instead, he grabs his slave’s ass and pulls him closer.  To our surprise, he kisses the large black man.  The black man has to bend over for their lips to meet.  This kiss resembles two men in love versus a Master and his slave. 

Andy breaks the kiss and grabs the black man’s leash, pulling him to the dining room table.  My brother is too busy ordering around his house slaves to see the kiss. Andy sits, and his slave crawls under the table, between my nephew’s legs.  As tradition in our family, a slave must nurse our cocks as we eat.  That way, we can talk as a family instead of getting up to use the bathroom.  Ronny, Chris, and I sit while Ronny points to Master Marcus to get between his legs. Ronny points to one of my brother's slaves standing on the back wall, waiting to be of service. The young black boy comes rushing over.  Ronny points between Chris’s legs as he places a hand on Chris’s bare leg. 

So, my Master, Malik, follows suit, crawling between my legs.  Knowing I have to keep up appearances as an Owner, I order my Master to open my pants. It feels so awkward.  I should be on my knees instead of my Master.  Except for this morning, I haven’t had my useless dick sucked since Kenny and I played with each other many months ago. So, of course, I get semi-hard even though I know I shouldn’t.  I fear I will be punished later.  I try to think of anything else except the warmth around the head of my dick.  So, when a slave fills my water glass, I take it from him before he can set it down.  At the exact moment, I feel teeth on the head of my dick. I almost spit out a mouthful of water! 

My nephew laughs, “Guess your bitch is thirsty.” addressing Ronny instead of me. 

Ronny rubs my leg, calming my nerves just as he did for Chris.  

Ronny laughs at Andy’s comments, “Yeah, the boy isn’t used to being a bitch around someone like you. That is going to change at the reunion; the boy will be displaying his true self.”

Andy licks his lips as his eyes scan me up and down, “How long has your father and your younger brother been your bitches?”

At that moment, my brother interjects, slapping Ronny on the back before he sits down, “I gave my brother to Ronny a few years ago.”

Not wanting my brother to dominate the conversation, Ronny adds, “My Uncle has trained him well. So, when he saw my sister serving me, his training kicked in.”

At the moment, my daughter walks in like Ronny signaled her to do so.  She stands behind Ronny and starts rubbing his shoulders.  

Andy yells in a Texan drawl, “DAM! Boy! All of them are your bitches?”

Ronny beams with pride until Master Marcus bites down on his dick too.  Ronny reacts by squeezing my leg hard.  We all have to ignore it, but the pride fades from my brother’s face. 

My brother didn’t see it since Ronny was boosting his ego.  Yet, Andy saw the exchange and his eyebrow raised, and it wasn’t in disgust as my brother would have found it.     

Under the table, I notice Andy rubbing the black man's ear affectionately.  Thankfully, the kitchen slaves come out with our dinner.  It smells delicious.  Yet, another pain shoots into my half hard dick.  It's a reminder from Master that I shouldn’t indulge.  So, I only grab some salad. 

Andy notices my facial expression quickly change from hope to resignation as I grab the salad bowl. Fuck! I hope he doesn’t catch on to Master controlling me instead of Ronny. 

Thankfully, he ignores the exchange as I hand him the salad bowl.  I notice he takes a large serving of salad too.  When it comes to the ribs, he only takes a few and adds more green beans.  That seems unusual compared to what I've heard about Texas BBQ.

After he eats a few bits of the ribs, my brother asks, “Andy, how are the ribs?  My bitches made a special family recipe just for you, my boy!” 

“They are good!  Almost as good as my daddy’s recipe.”

Interestingly, Andy rubs his slave affectionately on the black man's cheek.  The man responds with a satisfying smirk. WOW! Andy really cares for the man. 

In response to this, the black man licks Andy’s hardening cock. Andy, in turns, rubs his foot along the man's hard brown cock.  They're turning each other on!  It’s not what I usually see our family doing with their slaves.  Well, they have all been trained by my brother and my late father on how to be good bitches, except for Andy who lives too far away.     

So, of course, my brother is clueless about my nephew and his black man’s relationship. 

My brother asks, “So, Andy, why isn’t my brother-in-law here today?

“My Dad had to go to an auction for a new bull.  Our current bull isn’t producing enough cows.  So, Dad is at an auction today.  He said he will fly out on the reunion on the last day.”

“I see. So, are profits down?”

“Unfortunately!”

“And let me guess. You're here to secure a loan?” being all condescending. 
 
Not taking the bait, Andy responds a little annoyed, “No, we can manage.  The new bull should boost us back to where we were a few years ago.”

My sister’s family never had to dip into the trust fund money that my brother controls.  My sister married a cattle rancher.  I have not heard much from her except at these reunions. The ranch seems to keep her busy. 

Suddenly, with all the water I was drinking, I needed to piss.  I glance down at Master.  He just nods yes, giving me the OK to piss in his mouth.  As the flow begins, I feel so ashamed. 

This allows Andy to get out of the conversation with my brother; that he clearly doesn't like. 

“Cunsin, your bitch doesn’t seem comfortable using your new buck?”

Ronny responds without missing a beat, “Yeah, Cus, that’s because he is used to being on the other end of things.”, grabbing his hard cock.

FUCK! My face is red, remembering swallowing Master’s piss for the pass few weeks.  He has been training me to take anything from him.

Andy then lets go of a stream of piss into his black man’s mouth.  I see the man swallowing the piss without issue. The black man even has a smile on his face, as if he’s enjoying it!   Much like I have when Master pisses in my mouth.  

After dinner, my brother shows Andy around the farm.  As my brother shows off, Ronny and I follow the two, with our Masters crawling behind us.  As usual, my brother’s slaves are working the land, plowing, repairing fences, or feeding the animals. His white pride shows through annoyingly as we hear whips hit flesh in the background.  I wince at the sounds, remembering the first time Master and his cousins, Master Johnny and Jimmy, whipped me. The week of service was enlightening.  It changes my view of my brother and the evil he has committed against all these black men and women around us. 

For Andy’s part, he just nods, not that impressed with the operation. Interestingly, he holds his black man close, almost protectively.

My brother is so self-absorbed that he doesn’t notice. Another thing he doesn't notice is that my youngest son Chris, didn't join us. He is working on the plan that Master and he came up with. 

The farm is so large that my brother uses rickshaws to get around. Each rickshaw is pulled by a massive black man. When not used to pull the rickshaw, these huge men are used to pull wagons around the farm that transport the produce from the fields to the storage barns.  At night, the beasts are housed in the stables, much like horses. They are locked up separately so they don't try to fight each other. In order to create the beast, my brother injects them with a massive amount of testosterone and steroids. So, they tend to be aggressive if not locked up when not in use for their ‘purpose’.  Additionally, my brother bred his largest bulls to produce the massive black breasts. I feel sorry for both the huge beasts and the bulls. Their life is designed for a very singular purpose, to pull heavy loads or fuck. Until Master came along, it was there a lot in life. Now I imagine them finally being freed and getting to live a normal life as human beings. This is what I imagine when I climb into a rickshaw, kneeling between my son's legs. Ronny and I let go of Master Malik and Master Marcus's leashes as we climbed in. My brother and Andy climb into the rickshaw in front of us. So my brother doesn't notice that our Masters never joined us. My brother flicks the reins to get his beast to move. He steers the beast by pulling on the reins attached to a bit in the beast's mouth. My brother even removed the back molars in the man's mouth and replaced them with implants. The bit is screwed into the implant permanently!  The beast has to use a straw to suck up blended food for feeding.  It's a cruel practice resulting in the man never enjoying eating like a real human.  Well, my asshole brother doesn't see these beasts as humanbeings. To him, they are animals designed by him for one purpose.  He’s a horrible man. I can’t believe I used to believe him before Master retrained me for my real purpose. Dad and my brother trained me to think like them. Yet, I should have rejected their crazy fucked up shit when I went to law school. Yet, I tried to justify it and put it out of my mind. Only until Master took me as his slave did I understood. My family are the animals. I should be pulling this rickshaw and be whipped to move faster. I allowed this to happen. Only my son Chris was brave enough to take action and submit to our Master.  He is ten times the man I am. And, Master is 100 times the man Chris is.  We are so lucky to have them both in our lives! 

POV slave Chris 

I stayed behind in the house as my uncle shows off the farm to my cousin Andy. Damn! The huge black man with Andy is amazingly hot!  My useless dick response to him in a way that all Black Alphas do. He's no slave to Andy.  Within the man, I sense the same power that Master has. Either the man is Andy's boyfriend, or Andy and I are a lot more alike than my uncle could imagine. 

I go back to my uncle's lounge and find my discarded clothes. In one of the pockets is the USB stick with hacking software on it. Plus, I find the key to our Master’s shackles.  Ronny must have put it in my clothes before he left.  Shit I didn’t think of that.  Good thing he did! 

Next, I find the server room. I laugh, finding it unlocked. I suspect that my uncle doesn't think his slaves know what is in here, so he never felt he had to lock it.

I plug the USB stick into the router. In seconds, the router is hacked.  Now, our team has access to all the feeds and is signalling Masters Jimmy and Johnny in the stables that we have control of the network and all camera feeds. They can now move on to the next phase of the plan. 

I go to the back door as the rickshaws take off. Master and Master Marcus are waiting for me on their knees just outside the back door. They stayed in their roles just in case my uncle looked at his phone before the hack was completed. 

I nod to my Master that it's done.  He quickly rises to his feet and grabs the back of my neck, pushing me into the house.  Once inside, I kneel at his feet, unlocking his shackles from his ankles and wrists.  I stand again and he grips my neck again.  

I know where we are going. His grip is tight, causing me to wince. Master must be irritated that he had to play a slave, especially to white animals like my brother and me. The other house slaves see this and back out of his way, shocked that a slave would treat their owner's family member in such a way. They, of course, know I was a bitch to my brother. Yet, in their minds I’m still one of their Masters.  I'm quickly pushed through the house naked and shoved into the lounge. 

“Bitch, get the tablet.”

I crawl to the safe and enter the code Ronny gave me earlier. I open the safe and grab the tablet, handing it and the USB stick to Master. He used the same USB stick to hack the tablet.  It’s easy, since it hasn’t been updated for a long time. My stupid uncle thought that not being on a network would keep it safe from hackers on the internet. He never thought about physical hacking and his own family betraying him. His ego is his own undoing. He thought he controlled his family much like he controls his slaves. I get angry at him! He treats his family like slaves, so what did he expect?  He deserves what's coming! 

Master yells out in anger, “Fuck! The asshole has all kinds of shit on the highest level government officials. Well, not now!”

He connects the tablet to the hacked network and all the evidence is pushed to Master's secure cloud server. With a satisfying smile, Master grabs his phone from the clothes he allowed me to wear.  

He calls his Dad, “Dad, it's done. Jimmy and Johnny will meet you at the far south gate. It's not guarded. I have unlocked it remotely.” 

“OK, Son, we are at the gate, now!  We will be with you soon. I have the police chief with me, and he has a search warrant. Plus, I have the brothers from the fraternity watching all the gates. We'll know when the rest of the white animal's family shows up. If any of them try to run before being collared, the frat brothers will catch them.”

“Thanks, Dad!  Do you have the collars?”

“Yes!  They arrived this morning. I have over 100 of Father Michael’s collars.” 

With Father Michael’s slave collars, none of my family members can escape the farm. Ironically, a white man’s slaves are creating collars to enslave other whites. Plus, from what I understand, most of Father Michael’s slaves are white since they were sons from deeply religious white families. That's a story for another time.      

Master smiles, “Good!  Let's take these white animals down for good!”

After ending the call, he looks down at me, “Hand me the Master key from the safe.”

I grab the master key to slave collars of the black men on the farm. 

“Bring me my lost Family members, NOW, BOY! It's time they know the truth.”

I quickly run around the house naked, telling all the black men and women to meet me in the lounge.  Of course, they know who I am and follow my orders.  Despite seeing me submit to my brother and son, I’m still their Master.  Yet, soon my Master will tell the truth about who I really am.  

While I’m running around the house, as Master Jamiul arrives and goes straight to the lounge.  At our planning meeting, I provided the Master’s team with copies of the layouts for the farm and house.  All my superiors on the team are familiar with the layout of the farm and the plantation house. 

The black men and women, even their children, all gather before my Master and his father.  Both superiors stand tall and confident.  Whereas, I kneel at Master’s feet, bowing my head.  Master and Master Marcus remove their fake collars. Which shocks all of the enslaved black people before us. 

Master rests his large right hand on my head.  

He addresses them, “Thank you all for coming.”

I glance up, seeing their confused looks.       

“My father and I are taking over this household.”

He motions his hand towards his father.  

“You will no longer be serving your so-called ‘Master’. I’m freeing you from that service.” 

One young black man asks, “What do you mean free…?  I don’t understand?  What is ‘free’?”

He says the word free like he's never heard it before.  Shit! Of course, my brother never taught them the word ‘free’ since nothing has been free for them!  I forgot that!  My brother and father never taught their former slaves the word either.  I taught Jeffery the word without my brother or father knowing.  Subconsciously, I wanted to prepare him to be free someday.  I didn’t know how that would happen at the time. 

Master shakes his head in disgust, tightening his grip on my head. 

He looks the young man in the eye, “Please come forward.”

He doesn’t at first.  Master moves my head up to look at the young black man before us.  Fuck! I already see him as my superior.  

“Tell him!”

“Yes, Master.”

Several gasps come from the crowd of black men and women.  They never heard a white person say those words. The words they use daily.

I say, “Please come forward.  It’s OK.”

The young man walks past a black man who looks like him but is older.  When he gets in arm's reach, Master holds the young man's collar with one hand and inserts the key with the other.  However, Master is stopped when the older man, who must have been sired by the same bull, grabs Master’s wrist. 

“Where did you get that?  We are not allowed to touch that? Only our Master has it and only our Master can use it!”

Master tightens his grip on my head again. 

I say, “I gave the key to him.  He is going to remove the collar. Don’t be afraid.  He is going to do the same for you.”

I yell out to all the black men and women, “He is going to remove all of your collars. You will no longer have to do as my Uncle commands or any white man. That’s what being free means.”

Master removes the collar as the older black man releases his grip on his wrist.  Master holds up the heavy steel collar above his head while handing the key to his father. 

As his father removes the other steel shackles for the young man, Master raises his voice for all the hear. 

“I removed this young man’s collar because I can. I’m not a slave.  I’m in fact a Master and own your former young Master at my feet.  The white slave at my feet does what I command.”

Another young black man yells, “Do you command him like our Master commands us?”

“Yes, but your former Master no longer commands you.  That white man you called ‘Master’ will soon follow my commands.  As I said, I’m taking over this farm.”

He lets that sink in. The lounge is silent for a few minutes.   

Then the older black man who tried to stop Master from un-collaring the younger one asks, “Does that mean you are our new owner?”

Master shakes his head no. 

“NO! I will not own you.  No one will own any of you.  You can leave this farm and do whatever you want.”

All the black men and women look scared at the prospect of leaving the only place they know.  Master sees the fear, too!

“Don’t be scared.  I have other freed black men and women who will help you understand what that means.  We will guide you to a new life free from the whip and pain.  You will be able to think for yourselves, do things for yourselves, enjoy things you discover, wear clothes you like, and love anyone you want.”

A woman asks, “Do you mean clothes like the dresses the Mistresses wear?”

Master smiles warmly, “Yes, like the clothes the white women wear.  Remember, they are not Mistresses.  They don’t own you or anyone.  In fact, once we take absolute control of this farm and this white family, you can keep whatever clothes they used to own.  My family will own everything.  That means you will own them too!”

Another black man yells out, “Us?” 

“Yes, you!  We are kin!  For we have a common great-great-great-grandfather.”

Another yells, “Is that why you are doing this, because we are your family?”  

“Yes, mostly, and because this white family needs to pay for what they have done to black people.  Black slaves were freed over 150 years ago!”

“What!  Do you mean the Great War?  Our Master said that the South won the Great War, and we will forever be owned by him and his family.”

“All lies to keep you here on this farm or other places, these white animals live.  I have taken control of this boy’s land!”

Master grabs my collar, hauling me up and off my feet like a trophy he won!  I can hardly breathe.  As I labor for a few breaths, all the black men, women, and children stare at me in utter shock.  They have never imagined a black man could ever do such a thing to a white man.  

“Are you ready for freedom, my brothers and sisters, MY FAMILY!”

They all scream out, “YES SIR!”

I guess old habits die hard. Baby steps. Master lets go of my collar, and I fall to my hands and knees breathing heavily. 

I look up with a grin. They are like a crowd cheering for their new leader at a rally.  One by one, my father unlocks the collars and shackles. After they are all freed from bondage Master gets their attention again. 

With love Master has for his family, he yells out, “My brothers and sisters, my family, today you're free to live as you choose to. I will show what freedom means. For now just be ready to help me when I ask. Go back to what you were doing. Hide from view as the white boy comes in. We will take care of everything else!”

Master waits in the chair that my uncle usually sits in. His father is to his right, and Master Marcus's is to his left, the chairs usually reserved for my son and me. I'm kneeling between Master's feet. Master rests his large hand on my bald white head.  The contrast must be striking, not just a Superior black man resting his large black hand on my white head, but the Master and slave relationship showing where we belong.

When my uncle walks in, he’s still talking about himself and how profitable the farm is since he took it over from my grandpa. As soon as he sees us, he stops dead in his tracks, mouth open in mid-sentence. It takes him a minute to comprehend the situation. 

My Uncle’s face starts to change to pink and then red. He’s about to say something, but Master cuts him off!

Using his deep baritone voice of authority, Master looks at my Uncle. 

“We know what you are! Deep within that corrupted soul is a boy who needs to be controlled!  I’m here to take control.  I already have control of your brother and his children.  Now I'm going to do the same to you, white boy!”

“THE HELL YOU ARE. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”

He quickly presses a button on the wall.  However, no one comes.  He pushes again and again, but there’s no response. 

“Are you calling for help?  Sorry to disappoint, but I have already freed the help.  They no longer respond to your commands.”

He tries to run to the door, but blocking his way are the people he blackmailed: the county’s black police chief and two black judges (county and federal).  Plus, the police chief brought Officer Akinyemi with him.  He's the officer who responded to a domestic dispute at the house my Master now owns.  In the end, Master befriended him and witnessed Master taking control of my father. Just outside the door are two frat brothers guarding the exit.  Additionally, the lounge has no windows to escape through.  This is where he made secret deals with other evil white men.  So, it’s sound and escape-proof. 

Master calls loudly, “We have a search warrant for this farm and an arrest warrant for your person!”, pointing at my uncle. 

“What! How could you have both at the same time?  That’s corruption?”

Master laughs, and so do the two judges. 

“Corruption! Coming from the most corrupt person on the planet!  Your family kept my kin enslaved for generations after President Lincoln freed them.”

My asshole Uncle now is smirking at that. This only makes Master more resolved to enslave the asshole for his crimes. 

“Did you know your sweet, innocent nephew, my slave Chris, started all this?  He sought me out and submitted to me as my “Bullied boy”.  So, I claimed him as my slave. When he told me that his family had kept my cousins in bondage for generations, I had to free them.  So, that is what I’m doing now!”

Master picks up the tablet with the blackmail data and holds it up to my Uncle, unlocked.  

Meanwhile, my cousin and his black friends step back and watch. I glance at them, noticing the large black man places a hand on my cousin's neck just like my Master does to me when he wants others to know I belong to him.  In response to the black man's grip on my cousin, Andy lowers his head. Both of them have budges forming in their shorts. Interesting! 

Master commands, “SIT!” nodding to the couch across from him. 

Nervously, my uncle sits. Now he looks scared.

“Now with the search warrant, we have the right to access your network.  Imagine what a jury will say when they see these.”

Master presses a button on his phone, and a TV on the wall shows years of videos. All of the farm's black men and women in collars and shackles are being whipped to work harder.  Several generations of them. 

Master growls, “These videos show my kin growing up on this farm and never leaving. Working the land as if they were animals and then beaten without mercy!” 

My uncle can't look at Master now. He's too scared! 

Master yells, “Look at me!”

His head snaps up in an instant. 

“You have two choices? Either you go to trial for horrible crimes and spend the rest of your life in a cell with all black men cellmates. I am sure our friends here, the judges, will ensure you are with like-minded people. Or, you can become my property just like your brother, nephew, and niece are.”

A spark of rebellion comes forth from my uncle. He spits on my Master's bare feet.  Some spit lands on me as I continue to keep Master on the edge of release.  Delicious precum streams into my mouth. Dam! I love how full my mouth and throat are. 

Master quickly slaps my uncle, momentarily stunning him. 

“Don't you ever disrespect me again!  I'm not a slave you can bully, WHITE BOY!

Master watches him as my uncle has never been hit before except for our father. He rubs his face in shock that anyone would ever hit him, let alone a black man. 

I hear my cousin Andy snicker, then whispers but loud enough for everyone to hear, “I told you Sir, he likes it rough, just like my mom!”

He points at my uncle like some teenagers would! I can imagine he is embarrassed and tries to cover himself up like a teenager would as well. 

Master ignores the comment, especially since it came from a white inferior animal. 

“What's it going to be? Life with hardened criminals who will rape and beat you until you die. Trust me, you will want to die!  My black brothers will not take kindly when they find out you enslaved their brothers and sisters.  Death will be far better.  Or, become my slave and all chargers will be dropped!  Unlike the thugs in prison, I value my property. It will not be a piece of cake, but I will get you trained just like your brother and nephews are. Master pats my head like I'm his pet. In a way, I am. I'm his intelligent pet, with multiple uses. A warmth spreads throughout my body, knowing that my Master values me. 

He throws three documents on the floor between them. It's the same type of documents my brother, sister, and I signed. 

“Sign those legal documents and the charges are dropped!”

I hear my Uncle pick up the documents, and after 10 minutes he sets them down. 

“Can we talk about this? I can free all my slaves and change the way I do business. I will make it all right!”

Master slaps him harder this time.  He cries out in pain 

“I told you, asshole! Don't disrespect me. This is not a negotiation. We all know what you are! Without real training, you will continue to be a white asshole!  Now sign the contracts, or the kind officers here can haul your white ass to the federal courthouse. It might be fun to watch your trial on all the worldwide media outlets! You will be the most hated white asshole in the world!”

I hear my uncle whimper as he kneels on the floor and picks up a pen. My cousin stickers, “Sir, you were right. Look how hard he is. He's getting off on signing his life away. I guess you're right, Sir. My family wants to serve Superior Black Men like you, Sir. It must be in our white bloodline! I'm sure glad my mother and father chose your father as their bull and Master!”

WOW! That explains a lot! 

After signing all three contracts, Master orders, “STRIP!”

Slowly, I hear clothes dropping on the floor. Master's other slave, Wally, quickly grabs them and places them by the fireplace, and starts a fire. 

Master pushes me away and picks up the contracts, then hands them to slave Wally, my father. 

Master is handed a collar. He opens it. 

“CRAWL, SLAVE!”

He winces at being called a slave. Yet, he crawls to his new Master. I smile proudly as I watch my uncle place his neck into the collar. 

Master closes the collar with a click, indicating to everyone he’s a collar slave NOW! Master links up the collar to his phone, using fingerprint sensors on both the collar and the phone. 

The phone response, “Congratulations, Master Malik. Your slave's collar is now linked. What can I do for you, Sir?”

Master ignores the phone. 

My cousin’s Black Sir whispered something in his ear. Andy quickly removes his clothes and kneels at his Sir's feet. His Sir places his large, black hands on my cousin’s head. Now everyone knows where he belongs, too! 

Master then explains the collar to my uncle. 

“Slave, look up at me.“

My uncle looks up with worry. 

“White boy, this collar will never come off until you pass away. It will track my slave anywhere in the world with an e-sim chip and wifi crowd tracking tech. All my slaves get this type of collar. To keep my white slaves following my orders. There’s a punishment feature that can be used anywhere in the world. Let me demonstrate.”

“Slave AI, set the punishment level to 50 percent for 30 seconds. Apply now to my latest slave.”

My uncle screams and tries to pull on the collar, but it's useless. He bends over with his head and hands between Master's legs, screaming like I did the first time Master punished me with the collar.  His screams are good. He needs to know right away that he must always obey his owner, or he will be punished harshly.  Maybe he will obey and not get punished as much!

Thirty seconds later, my uncle stops screaming. He’s breathing heavily and takes a minute to wipe his eyes clear enough to look up at Master. 

Master smirks at his newest slave, “Boy, that was just 50 percent!  It’s just a taste of the punishments it will receive if it disobeys me. And, don’t think that being out of my sight, it can disobey.  The collar features a built-in AI that continuously monitors it 24/7.  Plus, the AI will guide it on how I like to be served!  Think of the AI as one of its overseers.  Unlike the old times, slaves with this collar can’t escape its enslavement, EVER!”

He looks at Master with fear and now understands what he has submitted to. If he thought choosing slavery instead of prison meant he could escape his punishment, then he greatly miscalculated.  

“Now, it may kiss my balls as a thank you for giving itself to me!”

Nervously, my uncle crawls closer and bends his neck to kiss our Master’s balls.  Slowly, he gets closer until his lips touch Master’s hairy balls.  He kisses one and then the other.  

“Now the head!”

To Master's delight, he licks up Master’s long 9-inch shaft until he gets to the head.  Then he kisses it, leaving a trail of precum dripping from his lips.  I smirk when he licks his lips.  He seems to like it.  Master is even more pleased when he sees what’s between his slave’s legs.  Its six inches is standing up proudly like a white, horny animal should. In Master’s mother manual, it says the first step to control a white animal is through its horny attraction to Black people. Use the animal's horny instinct to serve their owners better. Master plans on turning this farm into a training center called “While Lives Owned” or WLO Training Center.  There will be many classes for both white slave animals and their Black Alphas. 

Master pats my uncle on its head and praises it, “Good boy!”

Its training is already starting. 

“Now it’s time to show me my farm, white boy!”

Scared out of his mind, my uncle squeaks out, “Yes, Master!”, lowering his head in shame and defeat.  Yet, I see some submissiveness in that bow as well.  Good, it will help his transition if he allows his submissive nature to come forward and take over. 

Master growls, “I didn’t hear it. What did it say?”

Now even more scared, it blurts out, “YES, MASTER!”

Master smiles approvingly, “Better, boy!”

My father quickly finds a leash in a coffee table’s drawer and hands it to Master.  He clicks it on his newest slave’s collar and stands, pulling his slave with him.  He quickly heads to the door.  I rush over and open it for him.  Everyone follows my determined Master.

Instead of taking a rickshaw, he walks the massive property.  This is part of the plan.  All my family will be arriving soon. After unloading their luggage, they traditionally gather in the big top that the black slaves set up.  Soon, they too will be submitting themselves to join Master’s harem. 

I smirk as I follow my amazing Master.  They are no longer slaves to a white animal.  Master is in the process of freeing them!  Knowing those superiors will be free at last makes me giddy with excitement!  

Master surveys his new domain as his slaves crawl behind him with admiration, devotion, fear, and love! 

He walks through the slave stables while his supporters free their black brothers from their cages, collars, and shackles.  The newly freed naked black men and women stand in lines on either side, shocked at what is happening.  I can imagine it’s hard to believe. So, they follow us like a parade.  Master continues his walk through his domain, now passing the fields.  The first to be freed are the black overseers. They challenge the Master’s Father, Jamiul, saying it couldn’t be true.  Master Jamiul points to my Master.  So, one of the black overseers walks over to confront Master.

When Master sees the overseer coming, he whispers in my father’s ear and he runs off towards the house.  When the black overseer reaches Master, he stops in his tracks when he sees his previous owner crawling behind Master.  

“Hey! What did you do to my Master?”

Master smiles confidently, “My good man, I have taken ownership of your previous Master. I’m now your new owner!”

“How is this possible?  Black men cannot own slaves.  We are property of our white owners.”

“Unfortunately, every black person should have been uncollared and freed many years ago, over 160 years ago in fact.”  

The black overseer looks at Master with suspicion.  

“It’s true! There was a war between the North and the South.  The North won and freed all our black kin. There are millions of our black kin living free beyond those stone walls.  Your so-called ‘Master’,” slapping my uncle in the back of the head, “Never freed your family all those years ago. HE LIED TO YOU ALL!”, raising his voice as he says the last sentence. 

At the moment, my father comes running, holding a tablet. Master takes it from him and shows it to the overseer, its a slideshow I created.  Master had me create a collection of black people in the public eye. Even videos, and of course, our first black president. 

The overseer looks stunned.  

He asks, “We have a black president?”

“Ex-president, but yes, we have a black president.  You see, you should never have been enslaved. Since I took ownership of this white asshole, “slapping my uncle in the head again, harder this time, “I now own all that this white asshole used to own. That includes all his slaves.  Therefore, I give up my ownership of.  It means you are free.  You can now enjoy life outside these walls and finally see the world for what it really is.” 

For the time since seeing the huge black man, he starts crying.  Then, still in steel shackles, he falls to his knees on the hard stone gravel, puts his hands to his face, and cries with joy!  

Master motions to one of the frat brothers, and he starts unshackling the huge black man.  Once the collar is removed, the frat brother hugs him.  The frat brother understands more than anyone here what the overseer is feeling.  For he was once a slave to Kenny’s evil brother Freddy.  Soon, both men are crying, holding each other tightly.  I tear up watching the two men embrace.  They hug for a long time.  The frat brother helps the larger man up.  

At full height, the overseer is 7 feet tall. His cock is just as large, must be at least 9 inches soft. My uncle bred the overseers to be tall, large men with huge cocks.  He thought that, having overseers physically and sexually superior to all other slaves, the overseers could control his slave harem better.    

The overseer then walks closer to Master and kneels. The frat brother tries to stop him from kneeling, but the man is just too powerful. 

The man looks up at Master, “Please, Master, how can I repay you!  I will do anything for you Master.  I’m a your service.”

Master looks down at the man, “I don’t think you understand. I’m not your Master.  No one is.  You are your own Master, NOW!” 

“But, I want to serve you like all the black men are doing.  Please let me be your slave, Master.”

Master is getting frustrated, “All the other men are not serving me.  They are my friends.”

“Friends?  What is that word?”

“All the black men helping me are my equals.  We help each other. We spend time together as equals, enjoying each other’s company.  That’s what friends are.  Do you want to be my friend?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Then I cannot be your Master.  What I can do is give you work in exchange for money.  You continue to be my overseer of the white slaves I’m about to acquire, and you get money to buy things like clothes or a transport, like a car.  Does that sound good to you, my friend?”

“Yes, Mas.. I mean, Sir.”

“Sir is good. You can call me Sir if you like.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Now, stand and help me take ownership of the rest of this disgusting white family.”

“Yes, Sir. What do you want me to do?”

Master’s new overseer now stands tall. He is the tallest man among us.  

“Stand guard when we enter the big top tent.  Make sure none of the white animals try to escape.”

“White animals?”

“Yes, your former white owners are to be regarded as white animals.  Treat them less than a pig on this farm!”

“Yes, Sir, they will be treated like the farm animals you own, Sir.”

The overseer then grabs a few leashes from the pouch around his waist.  Then attach leashes to my father, brother, and me.  He pulls hard as we have to crawl quickly to keep up with his long strides. Half the time, he is dragging us along, choking us some.  Master glances back and smiles up at the big guy.  The big guy smiles proudly and yanks the leash harder.  My knees are being dragged along the stony dirt road around the property.  We pass more barns where the produce is kept before being shipped off.  More freed black men and women follow us as we see the big top.  The tent’s walls are up now, so my family will not see us coming.  Plus, the hum of the portable air conditioners masks our footsteps. 

Master enters the back opening of the tent, like my uncle would do.  He loved making an entrance, the self-absorbed asshole he is.  Well, not so self-absorbed now, is he?

Master’s friends surround the tent, catching any of my family members trying to make a break

Master and Master Marcus walk down the center aisle, holding hands with the adults and teens of the family in chairs on either side.  Behind him, still on Master’s leash, is my Uncle, their leader.  The overseer is behind Master, dragging my brother, father, and me behind him.  We are choking, trying to catch our breath.  Coming up from the rear is the police Chief, along with the two judges, both holding search and arrest warrants in hand. 

When my family sees this, they are momentarily shocked, unable to move. It gives Master time to ascend the platform in front of my family.  Master sits in a chair set up for my Uncle. It resembles a throne chair that kings and queens would use. Master Marcus sits on the chair next to Master, the one reserved for my brother.  The police chief and judges both stand on either side of Master and his lover. 

Master pulls on the leash, causing my naked collar uncle to kneel between his legs, facing this family.  He plants his large hand on my uncle's head.   

Whispers start but Master stops them with one command, “SHUT UP!”

Everyone stops whispering. 

“Now, you all must be wondering what has happened.  Well, your dear leader has been a bad boy.  And, all of you as well.  However, your brave cousin slave Chris here has helped to fix the bad behavior.”

More whispers start wondering how I’m a slave. 

Master's booming voice silences them all, “My slave Chris has informed me that there are black brothers here on this farm held captive. I’m here to free them all!”

One brave but stupid older cousin stands up. 

“How dare you trespass on our family land.  You have no right to be here.  Leave at once!”

The large overseer walks over and places a hand on my cousin’s shoulder, forcing him to sit.  He keeps his hand on the man's shoulder until the man winces in pain from the firm grip.

That’s when the police Chief steps forward.

“We have every right to be here.”  He holds up the search warrants. “These are search warrants from both a local county judge and a federal judge.”  

The two judges step forward.  They both claim to have signed them this morning. 

The police Chief continues, ”We have searched the house and land.  We found substantial evidence of bribery and blackmail in local and federal government offices.  Plus, we have years of video footage of generations of black people being held captive and used for slave labor.”   

Master then adds, “Therefore, we gave your leader two options.  One, spend his entire life in prison with black cellmates.  Two, become my white slave! You can guess what your former leader chose.”, patting my uncle on the head. 

The police chief holds up more search warrants. 

“These are search warrants for all your estates.  Can you guess what we will find?”

A teen looking down in shame says, “More black slaves.”

Master looks at the teen.

“Boy, stand up!”

The country boy stands up. 

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Josh, Sir.”

“Josh, what did you just say?”

Now even more shamed and nervous, “Sir, I said, you would find more black slaves.”

“Like the ones here on this farm?”

“Yes, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir. My parents wouldn’t listen to me.”

“Listen to you about what?”

“That the black men shouldn’t be our slaves.  I told them they should be freed.”  

Then, in a lower voice, he says, ‘We should serve them!”

“Boy, what was that.  I didn’t hear you?”

“Sir, I think we should serve them?”

Master laughs, “Boy, you want to serve your black slaves?

Now with more confidence, “Yes, Sir. I want my family to free them and then serve them instead. Black men are so much more superior to us.  Like yourself, Sir.  You know what you want and take it because it belongs to you. When given a chance, Black Men rise to meet any challenge. There are hundreds of examples throughout history.”

“So, boy, if I asked you now to become my white slave boy, would you?”

The boy then looks up at Master with a massive grin on his face, “YES, SIR!”   

I hear a gasp from a female, and I assume it's his mother.  

Then a male voice, older but similar to the boy, says, “Son, don’t…”

But Master cuts him off, “SHUT UP! LET THE BOY SPEAK!”

The father doesn’t say a word and bows his head instead. 

“OK, boy, come here.”

The boy stands up and walks before Master.   

“Kneel,” snapping fingers and pointing to the ground. 

The boy kneels, bowing his head in submission. I smirk because the boy looks the same age as Master, but doesn’t act the same.  Just the opposite.  Well, they say opposites attract. 

Master presses a finger under the boy’s chin and lifts his head so their eyes meet. 

“Boy, you are so brave.  I admire you for that.  I also admire you for trying to free my brothers.  My slave Chris is a lot like you.  I think you would be good slave brothers, would you like that, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.  I would love to be a slave brother to your slave, Chris.”  

The overseer unclips his leash from my collar, and I run to my Master, kneeling beside the boy.  Master pats me on the head. 

‘You see how eager my slave boy is.  I think you would be just as eager. Am I right?”

“Yes, Sir, I would be very eager to follow your commands, Sir.”

Master pats the boy on the head.  

“Now, I’m going to ask this only once.  This is not something you rush into. It will take a significant commitment.  A lifelong commitment, in fact.”

We hear crying from the parents.  Yet there is nothing they can do to stop what is about to happen to their son.  

Master’s voice booms, “STRIP!”

The boy quickly strips and kneels naked before Master. We hear rustling of other clothes from my family behind us. I bet others are stripping out of animal instinct when confronting an Alpha like Master. 

“Boy, would you like to be my white slave animal.  To be owned completely by me for the rest of your life?  I would be your owner and protector.  I value what I own, especially eager white boys like you.”

“YES, SIR!” almost yelling with excitement. 

Yeah, the boy is a lot like me.  We used to play together during family reunions, but he lives too far away to be friends.   Yet, now we will be more than friends, we are going to be slave brothers owned by an amazing Master.

Master pats the boy on the head like he would a pet.

“Good, boy.”

The boy is now sporting a massive woody. It’s long but skinny.  Might be 6 or 7 inches, which isn’t bad for a white boy. 

“CONTRACTS!”

My father quickly runs up to the stage and grabs the standard three contracts we have all been signing.  They are stacked next to a hundred collars that Master Jamiul brought with him. Master grabs three contracts from my father and throws them on the floor in front of the boy.  The boy picks up each contract and reads them.  When he is done, my father hands him a pen.  The boy places the contracts on the stage’s floor and signs all three. Then hands the contracts to Master.  Master then hands them to my father, who creates a new stack.  

“COLLAR!”

My father grabs a collar from the top of a stack beside Master’s throne. The collars are within arm's reach of Master.  But, Master wants to show all my extended family what he did to my father, brother, uncle, and me!   Only one stack of 10 collars is next to the throne.  The rest are hidden behind the two thrones.  It's funny, I bet my family thought my uncle was going to be collaring more black slaves today with the collars next to the throne. 

Master opens the collar in front of the boy’s neck, the same way he has done at all of his collarings  

“Boy, lean forward until its neck touches the back of the collar.”

The boy leans forward until he feels the coolness of the metal.  Goosebumps form down his naked back.  Master closes the collar with a loud click.  All that can be heard is his mother’s cries. She has lost her son forever.  For she knows what real slavery is like, owning many slaves herself. 

Master turns the boy around to show everyone what he just took possession of.  I turn with the boy so everyone can see my status as well. I’m pleased to see many other teens are also naked in their seats.   For some of them, even their parents are naked.  Perhaps they believe that if they submit with their sons and daughters, then Master will keep them together.  Well, that is all up to Master.  We never discussed what would happen to the families if he were to keep them together or break them apart.  

Master then points at the parents of the boy he just enslaved.

Master orders in a demanding tone, “YOU TWO, COME HERE!”

The two parents stand up and walk to Master.  Their heads are bowed, and their fear/anticipation grows with each step.  They stare at their enslaved son and then back at Master, switching between them both.  

When they are before Master, his slaves spread out to make room for them, indicating we want them to submit to our Master too.  Their naked son is the closest to Master, within arm's reach.  He keeps his head bowed, showing his submission like good slaves do.  I’m sure he has seen it many times in his own home.

Master places a large black hand on their son’s head,  “Your son has chosen well. He will be rewarded for being the first to speak up.”  

Their son moans with pleasure, hearing that he will be rewarded.  His dick is pointing up, with a continuous stream of precum. 

“Now will you choose wisely as well?”

They look down at their son, who is clearly enjoying his choice, and then at each other.  Like most couples, they can communicate silently with each other.  Master lets them have a couple of minutes, giving an intense stare that would make anyone nervous.

Finally, the father asks, “May we ask a few questions, Sir?”

Master smiles, knowing he has them now, “Yes, I grant five questions.  That’s All!”

“Thank you, Sir.  If we become your slaves, can we stay with our son?”

“I will grant this for now.  However, as my slave, I can do as I wish with him. It all depends on how useful he is.  I might need him for duties that might require him to be separated from his birth parents. I might even sell him someday.  But for now, I will be keeping him close to me as his reward and loyalty to his Black Superior.”

“Thank you, Sir.  We love our son so much and wish not to lose him.”

Master laughs, “I see that. Remember, though, his loyalty is to me.  Your love for him has no bearing on my decisions for his future.”

“Understood, Sir.  Sir, how long will we be required to be your slaves?

“Like your son, all your life!  If I pass before you, then my family will inherit you. And, if they pass before you, then the organization I plan on creating will take ownership of my property.”

“Organization, Sir?”

“Yes, it will be named ‘White Lives Owned’.  This farm will be turned into a white slave training center.  I plan to produce the best slaves on the market and will auction them off to Black Superiors only!  Of course, the farm will still be a working farm with slave labor.”

Master grins sadistically to the parents and all of my family, too. 

“What will happen to our estate, medical practice, and our slaves back in Louisiana?”

“Once you agree to be my slaves, of course, you will sign everything you own over to me and my family!  I will free the captive black people you wrongly enslaved.  Are you a family doctor?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good! I could use a doctor to take care of my livestock!”

“Livestock, Sir?  I am not a veterinarian, Sir.”

“If you choose to be my slave, then you will be slave animals, of course!  As animals, I would need a veterinarian to take care of my white slave animals.”

The father now opens his eyes wide, understanding that Master sees us as his livestock and not human beings. 

Master then says in a deep, authoritative tone, “That’s five questions.  What will it be?  Live in a prison with hardened criminals or be my property until you die!?

I laugh to myself, not much of a choice.  Yet, this is all their own doing.  They could have listened to their son and freed their slaves.

The parents think for another minute, silently look at each other.  They kiss then start removing their clothes.   When they are naked, they kneel before our Master. 

They look up at him and say softly, “We wish to be your slaves, Master!”

Master smirks and throws pens and two stacks of documents in front of the naked mother and father.

“Read and sign each document.”

They read the documents, including the slavery contracts.  They sign the contracts together and seal their fate for all time.  They hand the documents to Master, who hands them over to my father.  My father makes sure that everything is signed correctly.  He would know, since he has a law degree.  He is also aware of the volunteer slavery law, which is soon to be legalized in the county and state. 

My father nods to Master, indicating everything is signed correctly to register the slaves with the county after the law is passed.  He then hands Master another collar. 

Master points to the mother and opens it between his legs like he did to her son.  After seeing how her son was enslaved, she crawls forward and places her neck in the collar. Master closes it with another loud click, then snaps his right finger and points to his right.  She quickly turns around and kneels on his right. 

My father hands Master another collar.  As soon as he opens it, the father crawls forward without needing to be ordered.  Master smiles down at him as he closes the collar.  

Master then orders, “Give me the respect as your son did.”

The father makes a face but does as ordered, leaning forward, kissing Master’s balls.  His face doesn’t get any better when he licks up Master's beautiful cock and kisses the head. 

Master orders, “OPEN!” 

Reluctantly, he opens his mouth. 

“SEAL!”

He takes the head in his mouth, sealing his lips around the massive head. We all watch as his face changes from one of disgust to one of fear.  About a minutes later, his eyes open wide as we all watch the slave swallow the wonderful, warm nectar of a Superior for the first time.  All the slaves smile reassuringly toward him.  Master starts slowly and then builds up a full stream, forcing the slave to swallow as fast as possible.  

Master warns, “Keep up, slave!  If it leaks, then it will feel the whip!”

The slave certainly doesn’t want to feel Master’s whip!  My brother taught both Master and his lover, Master Marcus, how to use a single-tail whip. They soon became pros at swinging a single tail after using it on my brother and father.  Luckily, Master only had to use a single tail on me a few times.

Now the slave is shaking in fear.  So, his son rubs his thigh to calm him down.  It seems to help him relax and focus on swallowing.  Finally, Master’s stream slows down to a dribble.  

I crawl over and whisper in the slave’s ear, “Use your hand to milk our Master’s cock. Press your thumb between Master’s balls and asshole,” he does as I suggest, “then move it up between the balls to the head. You should taste some dribbles that come out.”

He does as I instruct. 

“Do that until you taste no more golden nectar.”

The boy milks him about 5 times, making sure Master doesn’t have any more delicious nectar left.  I rub the boy’s bare back, “That's good.  Now you can let go of our Master’s cock.”

I crawl back to my place, kneeling on the stage, next to the enslaved son. 

Master rubs the boy’s head, “Good, boy!  It did well for its first drink from the tap.”

He smiles up at Master, proud to serve well. Master then snaps his finger, getting the boy's attention to kneel beside his wife. 

Already waiting on the ground before the stage is the next naked family to strip.  The family has two teenage boys and a teenage girl. 

Master collars the family, letting the teen boys both have a taste of his magnificent cock.  I smirk, they aren’t novice cocksucker.  I bet they have been sucking each other off for years.  Of course, all had to pay respect to his balls and cock head.  Master is the hardest I have ever seen him.  It must be a rush to be able to enslave so many white animals.  

After the first two families were enslaved, some families tried to escape but were dragged back into the tent by one of the frat brothers on guard.  

After they were dragged back, the police chief handcuffed them.  They soon agreed to be enslaved, fearing being a white bitch for a gang of black men in prison.  They think being Master’s slave would be safer than being a prison bitch.  To make this all work, every family member had to be convinced that slavery was better than being a white prison bitch.  

Thankfully, the failed escape attempt from some families helped convince the others to submit to Master.  It took all day to enslave 98 of my family members. 

By evening, Master has personally enslaved more white animals than anyone has in centuries. All will soon be his legal property.  Master had the frat brothers cage my extended family in the same cages his black family members were housed in.  They were not fed tonight just to teach them that food isn’t a privilege but has to be earned.  They will learn the same way my brother, father, sister, and I all did.  They will be treated the same or worse than the black men wrongly held in bondage for generations. All will at some point feel the whip at least once, and some a lot more.  It will take months to retrain their minds not to think, but just to obey their animal instincts. 

Master spends tonight in the plantation house I grew up in. He takes over the large bedroom that used to be my uncle's. Master had my Uncle remove all of his personal items. While he was doing that, my father, brother, and I removed anything that indicates that my white family ever lived in the house, like family pictures on the wall, sports trophies, vacation pictures and souvenirs, and even diplomas of degrees of generation of family members, many have had law degrees. Master is erasing our past from existing so he can rebuild us in his image of what we are now, white slave animals.  

We carry all of it to a pit dug by my family members, throwing all of it in.  When the pit is overflowing with every personal item from the mansion, Master has all my Family members gather around the pit. He then sprays it in lighter fluid as they watch.  

He grabs the collar of my uncle, our family's former leader, and drags him to the pit. Master forces him to his knees. 

With a smirk of satisfaction, Master hands him an old school packet of matches. 

“Light a match!”

I wish I had a camera, because I have never seen my uncle look so defeated as he strikes the match. 

With a deep sense of justice, Master orders, “Throw it in, NOW BOY! 

It is like slow motion as he throws the match onto the pit of his life's achievements.  He falls back on his naked butt as the heat of flames blasts him in the face. Everyone steps back as the pit turns in a huge bonfire. My uncle scoots back from the intense heat. 

My extended family knows that their personal possessions will also be burned. So, they stare at the pit in defeat, too!  It’s dead silent. The only sound is the crackling of the fire.

Next, Master orders, “Now your personal items!”  

Next to him is a pile of his most personal items from his former bedroom.  He crawls close to the pile.  However, when he tries to take more than one item at a time, Master orders, “Only one item at a time, SLAVE!” growling in annoyance.  

As we all watch him destroy his life, Master has the first family that submitted to him bring out the luggage of each of the white animals. Most don't see what they are doing since they are focused on their previous leader’s humiliation.  

When my uncle is done, Master orders loudly, “ALL OF MY WHITE SLAVE BITCHES, TURN AROUND.“

About a hundred naked white slaves turn to see their luggage open on the ground. 

A cousin about my age yells at his father, “Dad, those are my clothes!”

Master starts to walk towards the boy, but his father grabs his son's shoulder and shakes his head. 

The father of my cousin ignores his son's complaints, picks up a nice shirt from his son's luggage. 

My cousin yells, “Dad! What are you doing?”  

The father crawls to the fire and throws the shirt into the fire.   My cousin looks at his father like he is crazy! His mother whispers to her son and points to my Master, who's holding a cane and looking intensely at my cousin.  For his sake, he'd better adjust his attitude before he feels Master's cane. His eyes open wide as his mother points to the cane. He lowers his eyes to the cane. He nods his head and looks down at his naked feet. She rubs her son's back when his father comes back.  She whispers again in his ear. My cousin reluctantly picks up a matching pair of shorts, falls to his knees, and crawls to the fire.  We all see a tear fall down his face as he throws the shorts into the fire. 

Master relaxes and turns his attention to the rest of his white slave animals. 

Gripping his cane tightly, Master yells out, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STUPID ANIMALS WAITING FOR. GET TO IT!”

It motivates them to take action.  All at once, a hundred naked white slaves rush to burn up their clothes, phones, tablets, overnight bags, jewelry, makeup bags, and shoes.  The pit becomes a tall bonfire, causing Master to back up. I'm pulled back as Master jerks at my leash, pulling me with him. 

Interestingly, I don't see any wallets or prescription medicine bottles. Master must have had them removed from the luggage. I assume he might need them until the legalization of slavery is the law of the land once again. Plus, he will need to know what medicine they take to maintain a healthy stable of slaves.  

After the slave’s personal items are burned, Master orders, “Throw in the luggage bags too. My slaves will never need them again!”

The fire just gets even larger as a hundred bags are thrown into the pit. It's quite a sight to see a hundred white naked slaves kneeling around the fire, watching their former belongings burn up. It’s a symbol that they no longer own anything. 

As they kneel, each former black man and woman they held illegally in bondage attaches a leash to their collars.  With a quick jerk of the leash, they are led to the barn used as the slave stables. The still naked black overseer directs where each white slave animal should be caged.  There are about 60 cages in the barn. Therefore, some of them will have to be kept together in cages.  So, many brothers are caged together. The more reluctant male teens animals are caged with their fathers, and the female teens are caged with their mothers.  My guess it’s so the parents can explain to their children their status now. The parents know that it will be easier if their children obey their owners.  After all, they have whipped or caned the black man and woman many times for disobedience.  So, if the parents can get their children to obey without whipping them, then it will be less work for Master's family.  

When all of the newly enslaved white animals are caged, Master takes a stroll along the cages. I crawl along behind him on his leash.  There are 60 cages about the size of a very big dog.  Three cages are stacked on top of each other with 20 stacks, 10 on either side of the barn's walls. 

Many ashamed faces stare back at Master as we pass.   Some look upset but lower their head as their new owner passes. While other male and female animals look happy. I can tell because their caged dicks and holes are leaking both. 

The black overseer is walking with him. They discuss different methods of training the animals based on initial observations and the overseer's past experiences with the animals.  

The overseer points out the animals who treated him with kindness while my uncle wasn't looking. Those will be trained first to set an example for the others. Just as I'm doing now. The more the animals see their own kind happily obeying their black owners, the easier it will be for others to accept their fate. 

Master explains his mother's training manual for white animals. The overseer agrees to follow it and add his years of experience.  I always respected him because he was cool-headed when it came to dealing with the slaves under his command.  His father and his father's before him were overseers. They passed their knowledge down from father to son over generations.  Master suggests that he talk with his mother, Mistress Nahla, about devising a training plan for each white animal.  

Master tells the overseer that he wants the animals to worship their black owners. He explains his plan for turning this farm into a training center for training not only white animals but also black masters, too. He plans on recruiting more willing white animals to enslave themselves.  The overseer is taken aback at learning there are white animals out there willing to become slaves.  He is one of only a few black slaves who were allowed to leave the farm.  Yet, when he did leave the farm, he wasn’t allowed access to any media, either from the internet or old-school paper media.  

Every month, my Uncle and the overseer would visit the family members' properties to ensure each member was treating their slaves ‘properly’.  However, my uncle must not have been to his sister's Texas ranch in a long time. Additionally, I usually only see my aunt and her husband at family reunions. They usually bring with them a large black slave. Yet, now I assume he wasn't ever a slave. Instead, I gather my aunt and uncle are most likely slaves of the large black man, like their son is.  Now that I remember, at past reunions, I heard her moaning, "Yes, Daddy” as I walked past their bedroom suite.  I just assumed it was a kinky game my aunt and uncle were playing. Other times I passed their room, I heard manly grunts too!  Again, I assumed those were from the husband fucking my aunt. Yet, now I'm thinking the black man was fucking them both.  Especially after what their son, Andy, said in the lounge earlier.

Slave Andy and his Master have been watching Master manipulate my family, submitting to him.  They seem to be impressed!  It feels great to be owned by someone they admire.  Now they are walking pass the huge harem that Master has created in such a short time!   

Andy and I crawl behind our respective Masters with huge grins plastered on our faces.  We’re proud to show all the caged animals we are happy being owned.  They stare at us with a range of emotions, from wonder, envy, betrayal, and lust. Most are envious that Andy and I are devoted to our Owner and Master. They were just hiding who they are in order not to be found out, they are really submissive. The fear of admitting who they are was holding them back. Now, they can be themselves, white slave animals to superior black men and women. So, I crawl proudly in front of them.  When we leave the stables, the Black Master of my cousin Andy steps up beside my Master. 

Master asks, “So, brother, what's your name and how long have you owned that white boy?”

In a deep voice you would expect from a Texan cowboy, “The name is Jabari.  I have owned my white boy for 5 years. You see, my Dad and my brothers were looking for ranch work, and my boy’s parents hired us as ranch hands. However, it was clear to my Dad that the parents were looking for more.  So, one evening, the boy's father came down to use the ranch hands' commune showers. When my Dad and I went to use the showers, we were surprised to see our boss already there under the water.”

Master asks, “OH! Is it unusual for a ranch owner to use the help’s showers?”

“Hell yeah, it is!  Most don't come down to the ranch hands barracks, let alone use the same showers.“

“Get this when my Dad and I were soaping up, the boss started jerking off.  The white boy couldn't take his eyes off us.”

“What did you guys do?”

“Well, shit, man. We did what came natural. We ordered the white bitch to kneel at our feet. DAM! If the boy did just that. The boy just stared at our growing dicks, licking his lips like a fuck slut in heat. So, my Dad grabbed his dick, pointing it at those wet lips. The boy waited. I wondered what the boy was waiting for. Yet, my Dad knew. He ordered ‘Suck it, white boy’. I expected the boy to run off like a scared puppy.” 

“It didn't, did it!” Master smiles knowingly. 

“SHIT NO! The white boy took Dad's 12 inches in one go. That's when we knew the bitch was experienced. He took turns sucking Dad and me. Finally, we couldn't hold back, covering the bitch’s face. From that day on he was marked as our family's white bitch. My brothers started fucking him many times a day, fucking both it's holes at the same time.”

“Then how did you get the boss's son as your guys bitch too?”

“This bitch,” pointing at Andy, “followed his father one night, curious why his Dad was spending a lot of time in the ranch hands’ barracks. After showering, I seen him watching his Dad getting fuck by my Dad and oldest brother. The boy was rubbing his crotch, watching his Dad getting pounded through a window in the barracks.”

“What did you do?”

“I walked up behind the boy without him knowing, and whispered in his ear, ‘like what you see, boy?’.  He jumped and started to look back at me but I grabbed his neck, forcing him to continue watching his father being a bitch.  Then I asked again if he liked it. The boy said ‘Yes Sir’. That's when I knew he was a submissive bitch like his father. So, I let my towel drop and pushed my hard cock along the crack of the boys hole. He moaned out. I wondered if the bitch was a virgin or just as experienced as his father. So, I pulled the boy shorts down revealing a beautiful white booty. I pushed a finger in the boy's hole, not feeling much resistance. Then added two more fingers. Again, it only moaned. Yes, the bitch was experienced too. So, I added five fingers and pushed the boy's face against the window hard. This got his father’s attention but not my Dad or brother as they are too busy pounding away.“

“Dam! Did you fist the boy? My Dad taught me that white boys should be fisted before I fuck them or I might damage my animals.”

“Your Dad is smart, Dam right I pushed my hand into the boys hole. It took a while so the father had to watch his son get ready for my 10 inches at the time. Now, my boy can take my 13 inches with no problem.”

I look at my cousin, impressed, as we crawl after our owners. 

Master adds, “Yes, I find one of the first steps in breaking a boys white pride is for a father and son watching each other being claimed by superiors like us.”

“Dam straight! White pride is taught from fathers to sons. By claiming them, as you call it, re-educates these boys who’s superior. It's certainly not who raised them. When I entered my boy that day, they both watched each other being claimed. It broke the white pride down. You should have seen their faces as realizations hit them both. My boy no longer looked up to his father as his Alpha role model.”

Master laughs, “Role models!  Their role models are now their submissive fathers serving us. That's why I caged the fathers and sons together. The fathers need to be a good role model for their prideful sons.“

Master laughs more, “However, you know what, for my boy, it was the opposite! The youngest is the role models for the oldest. Sometimes you have to start with the younger boy who is more open to what it's meant to be.  So, how did your Dad break the white pride of the mother or is she not broken yet?”

“Hell yeah she's broken. My Dad started ordering around the father in the main house. The female bitch watched her ‘man’ taking orders without complaining.  So, one night, my Dad invited my brothers and me to the main house for dinner. He ordered the mother to cook for us. For that dinner she wore a see through dress.  As she was serving us dinner, the male bitches wore short cutoff jeans that female bitches would wear. Both couldn't look at the mother. My Dad would feel up her dress as she plated our food. She looked at her husband for help. Of course, he couldn't do anything. The bitch already knew my Dad's plans to claim her. As he felt her up, his other hand was on the father's leg.  When she passed my older brothers they felt her up as well. So I rubbed my hand on my boy's legs as she passed me. She understood, I claimed her son and my Dad claimed her husband. Each course of the meal she was getting wetter and wetter. So was my boy and his father. Knowing she was not going to complain, I pushed my hand down my boy's back and under his shorts. She saw me fingering her boy which only got her wetter between her legs. When my Dad felt her up again, her panties were soaked. So, naturally he ripped them off. This only got my brothers bolder!  My oldest brother unclasped her bra while she was bent over placing more mashed potatoes on my other brother's plate. She was between the two at that moment. Now both were fingering her holes.  Meanwhile, I ripped my boys shorts off him. He sat naked watching my brothers molest his mother. Seeing my boy naked, my Dad ripped off the father's shorts as well. Soon my brothers ripped off the mother's dress. They were having fun passing her between them. I couldn't take it and grabbed my boy by his hair and ordered him to suck me.  He was under the table in seconds.  Dad did the same to the father. The mother didn't know her husband and son were sucking us off. She was too busy being a plaything for my brothers.  I'm gay so I prefer my boy's holes over the mother's.  It didn't take long for the mother to be bent over the dining room table and my brothers showing how real men use their bitches. So, I thought that it would be good to for my boy to see it too. I grabbed my boy by his hair and threw him on the table, sending dishes scattering. Being bent over across the table from his mother, they were face to face. Dad threw the father onto the table too, facing his family.  My oldest brother, my Dad, and I entered all three at the same time. It was an epic takedown of our white family.  Malik, you should have seen the look on their faces. All three went from embarrassment, grunts of pain, to moans of bliss with a new understanding. They were ours and all three understood at the same time. The black maids, cooks, and butler rushed to see what was happening to their ‘owners’.  That's when they knew we were going to be their new bosses. We took control of the ranch that day and freed the help. We paid them for their work. They are extremely loyal to us. Yes, it was a day to remember.”

Master asks, “So, why did you pretend to be your boy's slave?”

“My Dad asked me to. He wanted to know first hand knowledge of the situation here with my boy's uncle. My Dad was planning on freeing our brothers. Yet, you beat us to it.”

Master Jabari pats my Master on the back, “Good work, Malik!”

“Thanks, Jabari. It took some planning and a lot of help.”

“Yeah, I don't think we could have done it so cleanly. We don't have the same connection locally that your family has. I'm impressed!”

As we reach the house, Master Marcus comes up to Master, wrapping his arm around Master's waist then giving him a wet kiss. 

Master Marcus breaks the kiss and Master introduces his boyfriend to Master Jabari. 

Master asks, “Does your Dad or brothers care that you're gay?”

“Fuck no. They prefer that I'm gay, less female bitches to share.  At the time, my boy's older sister and brother were away at college.”

“Are they still in college? Do they know your family owns their parents and younger brother?”

Laughing, “Shit no. Dad pulled them out of college as soon as they became ours as well. Dad ordered his white female bitch to have a ‘family’ meeting. That next weekend they were informed that we Owned their parents and brother. If they didn't want to be homeless and cut off then they would have to be ours as well. My brothers claimed older sister and Dad took the older brother.  Right now, both are home with my brothers while Dad and I are away. Dad is looking for a new bull. Just not one for our cattle if you know what I mean.”

“Ah! So, are you going to breed your female bitches?”

“Yep! That's the plan. Dad heard that legal slavery is coming back soon. So, he is interviewing potential white bulls to breed the white bitches. We will need workers to keep up the ranch.  Besides the cattle, Dad has some prize horses that he is going to breed too. So we will need cheap, reliable labor to take care of the ranch's horses and cattle. They are going to be our most profitable assets . My brothers and I will inherit the ranch some day.”

“That's smart of your Dad to use white slave animals for labor on your ranch. Did you know there is going to be a special white slave sales tax that will be going to support black people. For every white slave sold, we will get half of the federal sales taxes. So, if you decide to sell any of your white animals, the government will pay you! The other half of the sales tax goes to the local county.  So, it's a win-win for everyone. That’s one of the reasons why I plan on turning this farm into a training center specializing in training white animals to serve Black people. I also plan on having WLO training centers all over our country. Make them franchises but part of a worldwide WLO organization to support black people. I want to give back to the black community. For every white animal sold, I plan on giving back half of the profits to the black community.”

“What does WLO stand for?”

“White Lives Owned.”

“Nice name. Simple and to the point. Would you like me to talk with my Dad about including our ranch as another WLO training center.”

“Yes, that will be great. The more diversified skills that the WLO Training Centers can provide, the more demand there will be for the white animals. Therefore, we could sell them for more profits. Everyone wins in the end.”

“It's going to take a long time to breed more white bitches. What are you going to do in the meantime?”

“My boys are going recruit more white animals on the internet. Plus, I'm going to insert some of my most loyal enslaved white families into rural communities. They will be tasked to find gay/bi sons and daughters of the asshole parents who plan on sending them to ‘Conversion Therapy’ camps’. However instead of going to those horrible ‘Conversion Therapy’ camps, we will offer them alternative training.”

“WOW! That's smart! You know, you're smart for your age.”

“Thanks, but the idea came from how Father Michael recruits white male animal slaves for his male only nudist community.”

“Who’s Father Michael?”

“He makes the collars that all my slaves wear.  He has hundreds of slaves working to create the collars and other restraints to control slaves.”

“So, how does he get those slaves to serve him?  And how does he get the parents to agree to give away their sons?”

“He works with gay friendly priests who look for gay submissives where their parents are about to send their sons to ‘Conversion Therapy’ camps. The priest instead sends the gay sons to Father Michael’s community, assuming the sons agree to be one of Father Michael slaves. It's better then the ‘Conversion Therapy’ camps where they are torturing the boys, trying to change what they are born as.  It never works since being gay or bi isn't a choice. Like us, these white boys are born gay or bisexual. They might go along with the program just because they are submissive and want to please their parents.  However, Father Michael gives them real purpose, fulfilling their authentic submissive and gay nature.  The priest tell the parents that the ‘Conversion therapy’ failed. So, the sick religious parents disown their sons and never look for them. I plan on giving the same offer to white gay / bi submissive male and female animals. They will have a real purpose in servicing black people. Deep down, it's their nature to serve superior black people.”

“Sounds like a good plan. Looking forward to seeing where your WLO organization goes and being a part of something that will raise up all of our brothers.”

“Thank you for your support, Jabari.”

As we reach the main house’s outside patio, the first white family who submitted to Master in the tent, are kneeling in a row by the pool. Their knees are spread wide with their heads bowed and their hands behind their backs. Master walks around them, inspecting them like livestock he just purchased. Yet, he didn't pay a cent for these animals. 

Master Marcus says, “I had one of the overseers clean them up. Their hair is permanently removed the way we like our animals.”

My superiors smile knowingly at each other. Master took my brother, father, sister and me to a kink shop in our home town. It has a machine that did the same thing to us. We will never grow hair again from the neck down. It was a scary experience as the machine laser burned away my hair and then a chemical hair remover was applied to make sure we never grow the hair again. Now! I know that our heads will be hairless too, just like my cousin's. 

“Malik, one of the barns has a full slave processing system. The system can permanently remove a slave animal's hair, band or tattoo them, add piercing, neuter or spade them, or even remove their vocal cord if we don't want to hear them. It's exactly what we need!”  

Master grins, “Prefect. We don't have to pay Jason to have our animal's hair removed. I want to create my own brand. I want anyone who sees a slave from our training centers to know who trained them, like a trademark.”

Master traces his hand on their hairless back and chest. 

He orders, “STAND!”

They raise awkwardly to their feet. 

Master slaps each of them on the ass, ordering, “Stand straight, legs spread, hands behind head, elbows even with shoulders.”

They nervously do as commanded. Master walks around them, tracing his fingers along their arms, lower back, abs and ass cheeks. He has me spread their ass cheeks as he traces a finger along their holes. 

“Looks like the slave processing is effective. Now we just need to build up some definitions for each of them. They have too much fat. I want them to be the models for ads of our White Lives Owned training centers. Black Men and women need to see what perfect animals we can produce.”

“Malik, I will have the main overseer start them on an intense training exercise program while they work the land.”

“Good, we should also include a young female to pose as their daughter in the ad. Once slavery is legalized, I want their faces all over the internet and on road side signs. I want WLO to be a household name. Everyone will see us as the best producers of white animals in the world.”

The family is red from face to toes now. Their naked bodies will be seen by everyone in the world. 

Master Marcus smirks, “They have a daughter sent away to a strict academy of girls. It turns out the asshole Uncle found out she was dating a black man. So, the Uncle sent her away. Therefore, this family hates the Uncle for sending their daughter away!” 

“Is that true? Does your daughter like Superiors like us?”

“Yes Master. She tried to date several Superior Black boys in high school. But the asshole found out and made her break it off. By the third black boy she dated, the asshole ship her off without telling us until she was already gone. We didn't even get to say goodbye!“ 

“The mother is now crying, obviously crying over not being able to see her daughter.”

“So, she will be happy to serve me like you all do?”

“Yes Master, I believe she would.”

Master looks at Master Marcus, “OK, have the asshole Uncle order the academy to send her here. I will give her a choice to become my slave like her family has chosen to do.  It will be good to have a whole family of both sex on the ads.  Maybe we can sell whole families as a group. A family serving together works harder to please their owners. Isn't that right my slave family?”

All three yell out, “YES MASTER!”

“Good then you work especially hard to serve me, my lover and my family, right slave family?”

Again they yell out, “YES MASTER!”
 
Master sits in a patio chair, looking down at the father, “Get my lover and me a lemonade.”

The father squeaks out, “Yes Master,” looks at me and I nod to the outside bar.. My uncle kept a full bar on the patio. 

While kneeling at Master's feet, he pats my head and saids, “Show the boy how it's done.”

“Yes Master!”

I quickly crawl to the bar and stand. As I show the father where fresh lemons are and how to squeeze them. Point to the sugar and ice, letting him do the work, knowing Master is testing his newest boy. 

Meanwhile, Master orders the son to sit on his lap. Master does a much closer inspection of the boy, testing all of his holes, squeeze the weak muscles and weighing his balls like determining if they would be good for breeding. The boy's face is deep shade of red as his parents watch yet they can't do anything to stop Master even if they wanted to. 

Master looks at Master Marcus, “I think we should give our slaves new names,  something easy to remember.”

“Good idea my love. How about 001FM0, 001FM1, 001FM2, 001FM3, for families. The prefix number is the order in which they became our slaves, FM for family, and suffix for the order in the family, from oldest to youngest. The oldest starting at zero. Starting the family off with zero or nothing.”

Master laughs at his lover's joke, “Sounds easy enough, if only one family is in our presence, I will just call them FM and their suffix number.” 

“Also, lover, the collars have an e-ink display on them, just use the Slave App to display their new names.”

Master Marcus opens his phone and a new name displays on the fathers collar, ‘002FM0’. The father nods to my collar. My name must have been changed. I guess I have a new name. So, it must be 001FM3 since I’m youngest / newest born in my family. WOW! I'm just a number now, one of many! Part of my old human life is gone! 

“Nice! That makes it even easier to remember them. I would like to brand them with the same number and our WLO logo. It will be like a serial number of products we own or create. What about single slaves that we acquire?”

“How about SM#, for male slaves, SF1#, for females and, ST#, for Trans slaves.  For couples, we can name them ###CM# and ###CF#, and ###CT#.”

“Perfect! Then the Uncle is SM0 since it’s single.”

With his phone still out, Master Marcus says, “Done. I will have the main overseer rename the rest of our white animals. When we register them, they will have their new name recorded. Also, my mother says that we are to provide a breed at registration. Of course, all of ours will be white breed animals.”

Dam! Now our race is our breed. I guess that makes sense now that we are just animals to our owners. 

I start hearing a voice in my collar, “Its name is 001FM3” over and over. Only I can hear it. It must be bone induction from the collar. It's shaped like a medical posture collar. So, the sounds can easily travel through my skull to my ears. 

I have no choice what I hear. I realize I am being brainwashed, imprinting my new name into my mind. Now, Master can truly take control of my mind and all the minds of his slaves. The power he now has is amazing and scary at the same time. My mind is going to be trained to serve him. I'm excited to learn what Master is going to train me in next!

When 002FM0 is done making the lemonade, he grabs the two glasses and brings them back to our Master. I'm surprised when he kneels without being told to do so. Then I wonder if the voice in our collars told him to do it. Sure enough, when I reach Master's side, the voice reminds me to kneel, which I started to do just before the voices said so. 

Master grabs one glass and Master Marcus grabs the other. Master takes a sip and sets it down on the table. He pushes the son, 002FM3, off his lap and pulls the father on to his lap instead.  Master inspects 002FM0 the same way he was doing to son. 

Just then Master's father sits down next to his son. He motions to the mother, 002FM1. 

Master says, “Dad, I'm renaming all of my slaves.” grinning at his father.

Master's father looks at Master strangely. Master explains her new name and coding system for his white animals. 

“Good idea son. Renaming your property reminds them that they are yours. They are white animals so their old names would just confuse them. They are your livestock now so labeling as such will keep them thinking as proper white animals as nature intended.”

Master Jumial pulls the mother, 002FM1, to his lap, inspecting her like his son is doing to the father. He wraps his massive arm around her, cupping her right tit in his equal massive hands. At the same time, he uses his free hand to roam over her hairless body, pushing three thick fingers into each of her three holes. This only gets both men worked up! So, they lift the smaller white animals up. 

Master orders to no one in particular, “Line us up.”

I quickly crawl closer to my Master and grab his 9 inches, aiming it at 002FM0, the father's hole. Master lowers the father. At the same time 002FM2 grabs Master Jumial 12 inches, aiming it at his mother's pussy. Both men let gravity do the work. 

Master orders, “BALLS, LICK!”

I rush to get under the chair. My uncle had some of his former slaves create special patio chairs for rimming. Thankfully the hole in the chair is big enough to lick Master's balls. 

Master orders, “RIDE!” to both mother and father. They start slowly working themselves faster, using the arms rests of the chair to lift themselves up. They watch each other as they both fuck them selves. This is how they are going to make love now, watching the other get fucked by powerful black cocks. 

Master resumes his conversation with his father, explaining his future plans to create WLO Training Centers all over the country once slavery becomes legal across the country. His father is impressed with his son, knowing his son will have a bright future. 

As they talk, Master gives out one word commands to his slaves serving his father and him, like slower, faster, rim, and balls. We follow his commands eagerly. I switch between his balls and rimming his hole. 

Master Jumial is also impressed with his son at following him as an owner of white animals. A father couldn't be more proud of a son than Master Jumial is of my Master! 

Master Jumial is proud of his son as they fuck buck naked on the patio.  Master hasn't dressed since claiming my Family in the big tent earlier today. Most of the black Masters who protected his assets from running also removed their clothes when Master allowed them to use my family holes as payment for helping him today. So, almost everyone on the farm is naked. It turns out, whenever Master is home or at the farm, he likes to be in his birthday suit.  Same goes for his lover, Master Marcus and his father of course! They are proud men and have nothing to be ashamed of. 

Over the next year, his mother works in the law office a lot more now, being the president and owner of the firm.  The firm has taken on a lot more black people from all social classes. This is especially true once slavery became the law of the land.  Black people have risen in wealth and power.  Like my Master, those black people became wealthy by acquiring well off white animals. They in turn reinvested that wealth to create more black owned businesses. As a result, my Master's business increased as well. For the new owners of white animals seek out Master's WLO training centers all over the country. The centers gained a reputation of training the most loyal and productive slaves in the world. 

For the past year, Master has tasked me to reach out on the internet to recruit more white boys and girls that long to serve Superior black men and women. There are a lot of white animals wanting to be of service to a powerful black man and women like my Master and his extended black family. Most of the former black slaves now own my family members. They stayed with the WLO Training Centers to become slave trainers of the white slaves sold.  They also train the new black owners how to be proper slave owners of the property they purchased.  So, yeah business is great for my Master's whole family!  I'm proud of being of service to help my Master be so successful! It's an honor to serve such superior human beings. 

While I was recruiting, Master took control of 35 of my family's estates, farms, and other businesses.  Plus, his parents took control of my Family's Trust. Suddenly, Master's family is one of the wealthiest families in the country.  

The End!

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Look for spinoff stories to continue the world of White Lives Owned by Superior black people. This is just the beginning of a bright future for Black Superiors and their loyal white animals!

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