White Lives Owned

Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. The story may include topics that may be offensive to some. It includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, consensual and non-consensual slavery. In this story, the age of consent for sex is age 16. Some aspects of this story could seem too extreme to some people. Therefore, if this offends you then please move on.  

Chapter Summary: This story is a spinoff of my story “Owning My Family”. It follows the rise of black families from rags to riches by owning wealthy white families. The story involves interracial domination and slavery. This chapter follows slave Kenny who has to learn quickly how to serve as a white slave in his Master's household.  His Master's Mother / Mistress runs a very strict household for white slaves.  Kenny is lucky that he has a more experienced white slave to learn from.  Plus, his Mistress is teaching her son the ways of white slave ownership.  

Characters:

• Master Malik - Young Superior Black man. Son of the Nahla and Jamiul Martin. A member of the wrestling team and now the Owner of slave Chris. Age 16, 6ft tall. 190 pounds, 9 inches long, and 6 inches around cock. Solid muscles, toned and flexible to take down his opponent. Competitive by nature. Raised to be a proud Gay Black Man.  

• Slave Chris - White Slave to Master Malik. Son of a rich white lawyer. Submitted to be a designated bully for a black boy (Master Malik). Age 16, 115 pounds, 5 ft 6 inches tall, 4 inch dick. Blond hair with hazel eyes. White boy with the need to submit to Superior Black people.

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

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

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

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

• Mistress Amari King - Dominant Superior Black woman. Mother of Master Marcus King. Wife and Owner the white principal of Maruc’s school. Married to the principal to raise her social status and have control of the principal of Maruc’s school. She runs a very strict household especially the slaves that she and her son own. Her view is that all white men are inferior to Superior Black people. So, she is training her son with the same values. Yet, when it comes to sexual control of white slaves she is very open in their uses to her and son. 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 years, white, 5’5” tall, 140 pounds, well-toned body, with a 5-inch dick.  

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WHITE LIVES OWNED

Chapter 3

POV Slave Kenny 

I watch my powerful Black Master fucking his stepdad as I moan feeling my hole being stretched farther than it has ever been.  I'm in awe of my Master even more, knowing that the massive cock deep inside me is the same as his late father’s cock.  Master is still growing and may even surpass his father in cock size. I can only hope, yet at the same time be apprehensive. I'm amazed watching Master fuck hard. The raw power is something to admire. I want so much to live up to him.  There is a good reason why he is fucking his stepdad, my principal!  I lick my lips tracing the beads of sweat trailing down his perfectly sculptured body. I have seen him working out every day on the mat and in the school's weight room. There is no doubt that he should get everything he deserves. That includes me! 

I know now that my best friend and I chose our bully correctly. Yet, we both know that our Masters are no bullies. They’re going to rule the world and rightly so.  

Chris explained what the evil white inferior assholes did to the black people over the years, trying to repress them. However, I know firsthand what those assholes are capable of. My big brothers did the same thing to my Dad and me! They enslaved us so they can profit off of us. Dad said we have no choice. He has seen that I'm like him and wouldn't be able to say no to my brothers. They would make my life miserable.  So, he agreed to be their slave too just so he wouldn't lose me like he lost our mother.  And, I think he thought he could somehow protect me.  Yet, he is just as much of a wimp as me.  So, we are my brother’s whores and until now we couldn’t do anything about it.

Not long after my mother moved out, I overheard my brothers talking with my mother on their speakerphone. She invited my brothers to her wedding. Yet, I never got an invite.  Dad was told to buy both my brothers a tuxedo and I had to learn how to tailor them for the wedding. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, one of my brother's fraternity friends knew someone who did tailoring for a living. This man was twice my age and taught me to hem and sew.  He was a gay man and my brother offered up my mouth and ass as payment for teaching me. It was my first time being their whore.  If I only had refused to help them with their tuxedo, maybe I would have never been their whore.  Their treatment of Dad and me must be something how black slaves were treated.  Yet, from what Chris has told me those black slaves were treated even worst. 

At first, I enjoyed being their slave and whore but over time it got lonely. That is when Chris and I were paired up on a required research paper. Chris wanted to do it on black slavery and the evils of the white man. Through our research, we realized that black men are truly superior to white men. They excel in everything they put their minds to, overcoming great odds. They fought for their lives even after the Civil War ended.  Their fight for equal rights paved the path for gay rights and every other human right after that. Yet, my asshole brothers took my right to choose to be enslaved just like my ancestors did all those years ago.  Therefore, I see black men as superior to them and me. My best friend Chris feels the same way. So, when we both saw we could choose to be enslaved by two black men we have been admiring for years, we had to choose them.  Then maybe they can free me from my bondage to my brothers. I can then truly be a Black Man’s slave which is my purpose for living. I truly believe that Black Men will rule the world someday. All inferior whites will be subject to their rule.  

Looking at my new Master, I know he can rule the world!  It's time for Black Men to Reign. 

My Master’s stepdad and I grunt with each hard thrust deep into our holes.  I'm finally adjusting to the size of the replicated rubber cock of my Master’s late father’s cock.  I stare up into my Master's eyes as he stares back at me with the same intensity.  I have been with so many men yet, I have never felt so connected to another man as I do to my Master.  I know he is the one I want to serve for the rest of my life. 

Just then I feel my Mistress's hand on top of my head and she starts to push me down into the hot water. I know what to expect since Master just did it to me when he was fucking me. So, I take a breath just before my head goes under.  It's a good thing I'm a swimmer and can hold my breath for a long time. 

Yet, I'm held under until I'm about to pass out.  So, I start to freak out and try to push off the bottom of the hot tub but I'm too weak. I fear she might actually drown me! The way she treats her slave, I truly fear her! 

At the very last second, I'm grabbed under my neck and lifted out of the water, taking deep breaths just as my face clears the water's surface.  I look into my Master's eyes hoping he will have mercy for me and stop his mother from almost drowning me. Yet, I have to watch him do the same thing to his stepdad. I watch him struggle just like me. I’m forced to watch in horror as the slave tries to push himself up in an instinct for survival.  I know now it's useless to resist the power these Black people have over us.  They could end us if they so choose to. Yet, Master pulls the slave out of the water just in time. Like me, he breathes deeply as he clears the surface.  At the same time, I’m pushed under the water.  I once again try to push off the floor of the tub but give up quickly.  I'm pulled out of the water just in time. 

They alternate between dunking us so we can watch each other being broken.  By the fourth time being dunked, I no longer resist.  I still struggle to hold my breath but that is all.  I see the older slave breaks on the first dunk. He knows he can't compete with my Master's strength.  He and his mother are too powerful!  Once again, I'm reminded that Blacks are Superior to all white men. 

Master finally dumps another load into the white slave. I'm so thankful because we are pulled off the edge of the hot tub. At the same time, I moan as the huge cock is pulled out of my hole.  Looking back at it, I'm amazed I had that thing deep inside me.  My Mistress pushes on my shoulder and I fall to my knees, having no strength lift in my legs.  Besides, I want to kneel in front of her. 

She orders, "Clean up your disgusting ass juices."

I stare in amazement at the 13-inch-long beer can size cock.  I cannot believe that monster was up my hole. 

Mistress slaps my face hard breaking me out of my trance.

“Slave, do just stare, clean my cock!”

So, I quickly stick out my tongue, working it around the head then up and down each side. I taste my own ass juices. However, what is even better is that Master walks up beside his Mother and looks down at me. 

"Clean up your Master too."

Some cum is still licking out of the head of his cock. Like a kid in a candy store, I quickly lick up the delicious sweet cum!  More milky cum covers Master's huge 10-inch cock. So, I stick out my tongue, licking it like it’s my favorite popsicle. I love the taste of my Master cum so it's like licking a massive popsicle.  Yet, better than any popsicle I have ever eaten!

The whole time Master stares down at me with the intensity of a King who just took possession of his new kingdom. I feel in my soul that all white men are his kingdom, knowing we are the inferior breed.  He is my king, my ruler, my Master, and my Owner all rolled into one Superior Man!

So, it must not be a surprise that I love to worship his magnificent cock!  Yet, it's more than worshiping his cock, it's everything about him!  He is by far the most powerful and beautiful man I have ever known. 

Master asks, "You love my cock don't you?" 

I moan out, "OH MY GOD, YES MASTER. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. YOUR COCK IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND POWERFUL. JUST LIKE YOU ARE MASTER. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALLOWING ME TO CLEAN YOUR MAGNIFICENT COCK, MASTER!" 

I can't believe I said all that. I hope Master doesn't think I'm a freak! Did I confess my love for my Master? 

Master smiles down at me as I worship his cock as his mother reminds her son what I am to him. 

“Son, it is clear that your white slave worships the ground you stand on.  Think of him as a pet you own.  He will be a very loyal pet.  I believe he knows deep down that white boys are our pets.  So, he will worship you just like a loyal dog would.”

Master looks at his mother then back down at me with a smirk, “You do love me don’t you, my pet!”

He rubs my head causing a warmth to spread throughout my body as I moan, “OH GOD! YES, MASTER!”

“I adore your devotion to me, my pet.  Just, remember I have a boyfriend who I deeply love.  I do cherish your devotion and loyalty to me. However, that is as far as I can go.  My first love is my boyfriend Malik.”

Master grabs my chin tightly and looks deeply into my eyes, “Do you understand, my pet?”

This only makes me love him more.  I know he will never love me like he does Master Malik.  However, I’m OK with that.  It is more than I could ever hope for.  For the last year, I have been having wild dreams about serving a Black Man, that all white men are slaves to Black people.  They have taken over all of the powerful leadership roles in the world.  In the dream, I am happy to serve my Black Master.  My Dad, my older twin brothers and I are all slaves to the Superior race. 

So, I look up into my Master’s eyes, truly happy to be his pet. I love him as my Master and Owner.

I yell out, “YES, MASTER.  I UNDERSTAND.  ALL I WANT TO DO IS SERVE YOU, MASTER. YOU ARE SO MUCH SUPERIOR TO ME.  AS A WHITE INFERIOR, I’M JUST HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO BE YOUR PET.  IT’S MORE THAN I COULD HAVE EVER DREAMED OF, MASTER!  THANK YOU SO MUCH!”

Master smirks at me and in that moment we understand each other more than anyone will ever understand.  He owns my heart and soul.  I will be his devoted pet, slave, and supporter.  He owns me forever if he chooses to.   

“Yes, my pet.  I believe you understand.”

His mother suggests a test of my devotion.

“Son, do you have to take a piss?”

He looks up at her strangely. 

“Yes, Mother but why are you asking me, NOW?”

I hear the annoyance in Master’s voice.  

“Because, Son.  A true test of a white slave’s devotion to you is to piss in your slave’s mouth.  He most likely will find it disgusting but if it is what it claims to be, then it will do this to show you that it wants to be owned by you, to be your property, your white male animal!”

WOW! Everything she is saying makes sense.  I do want to show Master how much I love and worship him.  

Master looks at his mother, “OK, Mother.  I will test him!”

Master looks down at me with more authority in his voice, “OPEN, SLAVE!”

I know he is testing me.  I don’t want to fail him!  This is the moment I have been dreaming about for the last year or more.  Maybe all my life!  So, I open my mouth wide. 

Master pushes his cock into my mouth and his mother orders, “Boy, close your mouth tightly around the head of my son’s cock.”

I do as she orders, closing my lips tightly around it knowing that he is going to use me as a urinal. It starts with a little dribble and I drink it down quickly.  Mistress is right, it is disgusting and bitter.  The next release is strong and steady, quickly filling my mouth.  Not wanting to fail him, I swallow a mouth full of piss.  The taste is stronger this time.  Yet, I don’t have time to think about the taste.  All I can do is focus on swallowing as fast as possible.  

In the corner of my eye, I see the older white slave kneeling in front of Mistress with his head bent back farther than me.  I can only assume he is drinking Mistress’s piss too. I think this is where we belong, serving our Superior. We are “white male animals” as Mistress says.  Only, an inferior animal would do this!

It is hard to keep up with the flow.  I try to swallow faster but it is coming too fast. Unfortunately, some warm piss dribbles out of the corner of my mouth. 

“Son, your slave is not keeping up.  You need to stop and start the flow so that your white boy can keep up.  However, over time, he will have to learn to swallow quicker.”

“OK, Mother, thanks for the advice.”

Master smiles down at me as he stops and starts the flow as his mother is teaching him.  I am thankful for her training and relieved I can now keep up. 

After Master finishes, he starts to milk his cock dry of piss.

“No, Son, let the boy do that.  The whole reason for using your slave this way is so you do not have to do any work.  Just relax and let your slave milk your cock clean.”

So, Master lets go and I take the hint.  I start milking Master’s cock as I would after a man cums.  I have sucked so many hung guys and know that big cocks need to be milked.  So, this is like when a guy shakes your cock at a urinal and then strokes it to get every last drop of piss out.  

Milking Master reminds me of what I am, a urinal for my Master.  Except, I'm better than a simple urinal because Master doesn’t have to shake his cock clean of piss.  I feel a little proud that I’m better than a simple urinal. 

“Fuck mother this is nice! I can see how my slave boy can be more useful than just a sex toy.”

I think Master is going to use me this way a lot from now on.  

“OH, Yes, Son, white slaves have lots of useful functions other than just a hole to fuck. I’m not sure if you have noticed but my white slave does all the housework now.”

“Yes, Mother, I have noticed.  He seems to like doing the housework.”

“Son, it is not that he likes to do it.  It is because it pleases me, its Owner.  At first, it wasn’t excited to do any housework but with lots of training, it has come to love it.  Haven’t you, my WHITE BOY!”

“OH, YES, MISTRESS! YOUR WHITE SLAVE LOVES TO DO ANYTHING ITS MISTRESS WANTS.”

WOW, he says it like he’s really excited to do what his Mistress wants, including all housework.  I know my way around cleaning a house since my twin brothers put my Dad and me to work at their frat house on the weekends.  Yet, I’m not as nearly as excited to serve my twin brothers as this white boy is to serve his Mistress. It’s like he worships her like a GODDESS! I kind of admire him for that.  It reminds me of how I want to please my Master’s cock.  I never had that with my twin brothers.  I hope I can have as much devotion as this white boy has for his Mistress. 

Master then looks down at me, “Slave, from now on you will help my Mother’s slave with the housework too.”

Looking up with a smile, “Yes, Master, I will love to do anything my Master wishes.”

I hope I come across just as devoted as my Mistress’s slave is to her.  

“Son, why don’t we let the slaves get dinner ready while we relax in the hot tub?”

“OH! Yeah that sounds like a wonderful idea, Mother.”

Mistress then looks down at me as my Master continues to smile at me, “Slaves, go prepare dinner.”

Her slave quickly replies with lots of excitement, “YES! MISTRESS, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME REFRESHMENTS WHILE YOU WAIT FOR DINNER.”

“Get me my usual cocktail.  Son, what would you like?”

“Some ice tea sound good.”

My fellow slave nods, “Yes, Mistress, Yes Master.”

He then grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet.  I follow my fellow slave to the outside bar.

He whispers in my ear, “Make our Mistress a Bloody Merry and your Master the ice tea.  Make sure you add sweetener to the ice tea since that is how your Master usually orders it.”

I reply, “Yes, Sir.”

He looks at me very seriously, “Never call me Sir.  We are the same, you and I, white slaves to our Superior Black Owners.”

The way he talks about our black owners is the same as my best friend Chris does.  Chris is obsessed with becoming a slave to black people.  He talks about it all the time and even convinced me that if we ever had a chance to submit to black guys we should do it together if possible.  Chris pointed out that it would be a great way to get out from under my brother’s control.  Plus, for a long time, he has wanted to be Malik’s slave.  So, that is why I picked Marcus as my designated bully. Now, I’m a white slave to a truly Superior human being! DAM! Now! I truly understand what Chris was talking about.  These two black people are Superior in every way I’m not.  The confidence they have to own me makes me feel I belong here serving them.  When I said I love serving my Master any way he wants, it wasn’t an act.  After all the shit my twin brothers put me through, I know I’m like Chris, a white slave to black people.  Even though I hated what my brothers made me do, I know that if they never made me their whore then I would have never known I’m a white slave. I have a feeling my brothers will see what I see in my Master soon!

My fellow slave shows me how to make a Bloody Merry and then pulls out a tray for me to carry the drinks.  This is much more formal than how my brothers make my Dad and me serve them drinks.  My fellow white slave tells me to take the drinks our Owners and then come back to the kitchen to prepare our Owners’ dinner.  

When I get back to the hot tub, my Master and Mistress are discussing the white family behind the house.  They have never stopped watching us despite seeing me get fucked.  I then realize that the father of the teen boy is one of my clients that my brothers auctioned me off to.  He has fucked me many times.  Yet, like all the white men in this community, he cannot compare to my Master’s massive cock.  One time he even had me put on a strap-on dildo and fuck him.  It felt so wrong to fuck him like that.  The repulsive feeling, wasn’t because my dick never felt the fuck due to the strap-on.  No, it just felt wrong to be the one doing the fucking.  He even made me call him a bitch, whore, and slut. I felt so out of place because I was all those things.  I wanted him to say those things to me!

I’m snapped out of my memory, with a slap to my ass.  

Master growls, “Bitch! What the fuck.  Hand me my drink!”

My face goes red with embarrassment and I quickly hand him the drink. 

“Sorry, Master.”

I look down in shame.  The memory was so shameful and so I wasn’t paying attention to my Master’s wishes.  

Master asks, “Bitch, do you know them?,” looking at the family behind us.

I nod my head. 

“How so, do you know the white boy from school?”

My face gets hot now and I know I have to confess in front of my Mistress about being a whore for the white father.  Master already knows about my brother whoring me out.  Now, I have to tell his mother too!

“Master, he is one of my clients that has won a few auctions my brothers make me do.”

“Ah, yes I understand.  Don’t worry your life as a whore is over.  You’re now only my bitch!”

Master then explains what my brothers forced my Dad and me to do for them.  My face gets even hotter when he explains that I’m a whore and slave for my brothers.  Well! not anymore after my Master talks with my brothers.  I smile when he tells his Mother that he will take care of my brothers.  

“Son, show those white boys how Black men protect their property. If you need me to back you up, I’m happy to assist.”

“No, Mother, I got this.  Malik and I can handle it.  Those white boys don't know how we take care of whites where we came from.”

“Yes, Son.  I know Malik and you know how to take care of yourselves.”

At that moment, Mistress's white slave boy comes outside.

“Mistress and Master, dinner is ready.  Where would my Mistress like to eat, inside or outside?”

“Bitch, serve us outside.  Teach this other white bitch how to serve his Master and me properly.”

Mistress nods to me and I follow the slave into the house.  We get into the kitchen and he hands me two sets of plates and silverware wrapped in cloth white napkins.

“Go set the patio table for our Mistress and Master.  Place a napkin on each plate.  Also, here is some glass cleaner and a towel.  Clean the table before setting it.  Put Mistress at the head of the table and Master beside her.”

Holding the plates and napkins in one hand and the glass cleaner with the towel in the other, I head outside. Once outside, I set the plates and napkins on the bar.  Then, I set out to clean the glass patio table.  After cleaning the table, I set the table as my fellow slave instructed me.  At that point, my fellow slave carries a rack of lamb. I have never seen anything look so good.  It smells wonderful.  I have never eaten anything like that! My brothers would never let my father and me eat that good.  They control my father’s finances. So, our food allowance is small.  

After my fellow slave set down the delicious-smelling lamb, he whispers in my ear. 

“Don’t get any ideas, slave.  That is for Mistress and Master.  We will be lucky to get table scraps if we serve our owners well.  Come, we have more food to bring out.”

I follow him into the house and we bring out salads, butter, and freshly baked bread.  Dam! This is the best-looking meal I have ever seen.  It is what I imagined a fine dining restaurant would serve.  My twin brothers are typical jock frat boys.  When we serve the frat boys their dinners, it’s very simple food like burgers or chicken wings on the grill.  

After we have the table set up, my fellow slave hands me a larger shower towel.  He wraps the towel around his neck and walks over to the hot tub.  I follow his lead, placing my towel around my neck too.  When we reach the hot tub, he kneels beside it.  So, I do the same.  

Looking down at the ground, he says, “Mistress and Master, dinner is ready out on the patio table.”

They seem to ignore us, seemly not hearing him.  I want to speak up and say it louder but he places a hand on my naked leg and shakes his head no.  Then places his hands behind his back.  I do the same.  We kneel for what feels like forever.  My knees start to hurt.  I glance over at my fellow slave but he is completely still, like this is normal behavior.  I guess it is for him. My brothers just order me around and then ignored me until they want something from me. If I do something wrong they paddle me and ignore me again. So, this strict control that our Mistress has over this household is something new for me.  I lift my knees some to relieve the pain only to get scolded by my Master. 

“Bitch, keep still or I will have to make you know what real discomfort means!”

I quickly stay completely still, matching my fellow slave.  Master then continues chatting with his Mother, ignoring us once again. 

I now worry that the food is going to get cold and it will be an excuse to punish us.  My brother would do things like that just to find ways to punish my father and me.  They love to hit us whenever they could.  Seeing us cry made them smile evilly. So, my father and I live in a constant state of fear. I can imagine my Master might do the same to me. I hope that is not the case!   

Finally, Master and Mistress get out of the hot tub.  My fellow slave quickly crawls over to his Mistress's feet and starts drying them.  So, I do the same for my Master.  I lick my lips as I dry the dark muscular feet and legs. He continues to ignore me as he chats with Mistress.  His dark shiny skin looks so good as the sun goes down. The droplets of water deeding on his sculpture frame only makes his body glistens in the sunlight.  He looks like one of those Egyptian Gods standing there in all his magnificent glory! My mouth falls open as I work my way up his God-like body.  Every inch of him is perfect. My mouth waters, wishing I could lick him again.  As I rub the towel over his ass, I long to push my tongue deep into his hole.  Yet, I'm forced to continue up his massive back, tracing the muscles as I go. 

I have never been so attractive to anyone as much as I do to my Master.  He deserves to rule me as my friend Chris has explained to me so many times. I was skeptical when he proposed that white boys like me need to worship black men.  Yet, right now, all his constant preaching of how much better black men are to us inferior white boy makes sense!  The moment I submitted to be his bullied boy, he took control of me like it was the most natural thing in the world.  Yes! My Master is born to rule white boys like me!  

I move to his front, feeling his hard abs as I trace my tiny fingers over them after drying them. They are so hard and strong compared to my slim chest. Even his shoulders are perfect with the right amount of muscles.  He has a beautiful body designed to fight and dominate anyone foolish to oppose him.  Chris and I have watched him fight and win many wrestling matches.  For all his matches, we were in awe of the raw power and skill both of our Masters possess.  We were glued to watching every way our Masters would take down their opposition. We loved to watch them fight.  

In my room, I have a strap book of articles describing Master Marcus's winning matches from our school paper. I couldn't keep them on my phone since my brothers would find them. They have complete control of my phone.  So, I was too afraid they would see my obsession with Master Marcus!  Therefore, I had to print out the articles and keep them in an old-fashioned scrapbook.  My brothers never found them hidden in the wall of my closet.  They keep me on a tight leash so I could never have a boyfriend.  If they found the articles they might think Master is my boyfriend.  I have to laugh now that, I can’t be his boyfriend since I am just his pet and slave boy. I just hope Master can finally free me from their leash so I can be on his leash forever! 

Master and Mistress sit at the table, smiling at the delicious food before them. My fellow slave uncovers the food and I realize how foolish I was in thinking that the food might get cold.  He is much more experienced at being a slave than I am!  He could teach me a lot about being a white slave boy. So, I watch him closely and mimic his service to his Mistress. When he plates the food for his Mistress, I do the same for my Master. I don’t want to make any mistakes and look like I’m a worst slave than my fellow slave boy. 

Mistress comments, “Son, your slave is learning quickly to be a useful white slave boy.  You have chosen well, Son.”

“Thank Mother.  He seems to be a quick study.  Yet, he chose me, Mother.”

“Oh, Yes, Son that makes sense. When given a chance white boys are naturally attracted to us. White boys like this one, already accepting that he needs a Superior Black man to serve.  For others, it takes more pressure to get them to understand the natural order of the world.”

“Yeah, Mother, Malik and I have fucked many of the gay white boys in our community.  Most are bottoms except for a few like the guys on my wrestling team.  It didn’t take much to get them to submit to us.  Yet, none are like my white boy here.”

I’m now kneeling beside Master with my hands behind my back.  My fellow slave kneels beside his Mistress as well.  As Master refers to me as his boy, I smile and am proud to be his.  He rubs my head causing my body to tingle all over.  I look down to see my dick is now hard and leaking.  WOW! I love the feeling of his strong hand rubbing my head.  This must be how dogs feel when being petted.  I’m starting to understand why Master refers to me as his pet. I have the same instincts as a pet dog would have. 

“Son, he is a special breed within the whites.  He knows he is inferior to us.  Others, like his brothers, will take a little more convincing.”

“But, Mother they are straight.  I was just going to beat the shit out of them like we use to do in our old neighborhood.”

“Son, That tactic might have worked in our old neighborhood.  But these white boys still believe they are superior and will run back home to their mommy for help.  She might cause trouble that we don’t want to bring into our community.  No, dominate these white boys with your skills on the mat.  They are wrestlers too, right?  Challenge them to a fight.  Some humiliations can go a long way to get them to understand who’s the Superior.  These white boys use their egos to mask their natural submissions to us. It’s called the ”Great Lie”.  Show them who is Superior, my son.”   

“Yes, Mother.  That I can do!”

“Good, Son.  Once you break down the mask they hide behind their true selves will show through.  Then you can show them how inferior they really are!”

Master grabs my hair tightly, “Yes Mother.  I will show how inferior they are to me!  When I’m done with them they will be begging to be another one of my bitches!”

“That’s the spirit, Son.  Make your mother proud to be a strong Black Man like your Father!”

“I will make you proud, Mother.” 

Master grips my hair even tiger now, pulling me around his strong leg towards his now growing cock.  Instinctively, I open my mouth as he shoves his whole cock down my throat.  Using my hair, he roughly fucks my mouth without mercy.  All I can do is keep my teeth covered and let him use my throat, taking out his anger for my brothers on me. My head bangs on the underside of the table as he angrily fucks my throat.  He then kicks his chair back so that we are free from the table.  Now, that he has more room, he grabs my hair both hands and drives his cock as deeply as he can.  

The next thing I feel is being thrown to the ground, keeping his cock deep in my throat.  I’m quickly put into a wrestling hold that I have seen him do many times. He has won many matches using this move. Using his powerful legs he holds my head so his cock is kept down my throat.  WOW!  He slowly moves his hips to fuck my throat, as I’m pinned tightly in his grip.  He has me in his grip that I can’t move a muscle.  He then slowly fucks my throat as his mother watches with a huge smile on her face.  I can see she is proud of her son.  My Master is showing his Superior wrestling skills to his mother.  Not that I’m any match to him. His tight grip only reminds me how much more superior he is to me. Not only is he a stronger and better fighter than me, but he also has a Superior Black Woman to guide him to be a King.  With her guidance and his boyfriend’s support, my Master will own many more white slaves.  He will be a KIng and the white boys he owns will be the Kingdom he rules.  

Master finally roars out as five strong jets of sweet yummy nectar are dumped directly into my throat, marking me as his property once again in front of his Mother.  He releases my head from his legs, allowing me to pull back and catch my breath.  Then a sixth jet of cum hits my face covering me with the yummy nectar.  I quickly lick my lips to taste him.  To my surprise and some humiliation, his mother scoops some of her son’s cum and feeds it to me. Of course, I suck her finger clean, loving the taste.  

She pets my head saying, “Good Boy.  You know your place as my son’s bitch.”

I look up at her with a huge smile on my face, “Yes Mistress.”

I love how aggressive my Master is with me.  It only makes me want to belong to him even more.  The strong hold he had on me was a dream come true.  Every time I watched him fight some guy, I imagined it was me he had in his tight hold.  Now, he finally makes my dreams come true! I hope that my brothers will feel the same way when he takes them down.