White Lives Owned

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

Chapter Summary: This story is a spinoff of my story “Owning My Family”.  It follows the rise of black families from rags to riches by owning wealthy white families.  The story involves interracial domination and slavery.  This chapter follows Master Malik and Master Marcus confronting the twin brothers of slave Kenny.

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 4

Pov of master malik

The next morning, I wake up to my sweet slave boy sucking my cock. Dam! This is nice.  I could get used to waking up like this every day.  I just relax slowly waking as my cock grows inside the boy's delicious mouth.  

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.  Now, the memory of yesterday comes back to me.  I remember all that happened, bringing my boy home, showing him to my parents and them showing me how to train a white male slave animal as my mother calls him.  DAM! My parents have more experience in owning a slave than I do.  It wasn’t what I expected when the boy knelt at my feet in the locker room.  I lean back with my hands behind my back marveling at the boy between my legs.  This boy believes like my mother, that submissive white boys belong to Black people.  He wants me to claim his entire family.  Even my parents want me to do it.  I imagine having a harem of white slaves at my becking call.  The thought makes my cock even harder.  I remember my boy saying his Uncle has a farm and I think it might be a fitting place to train my white slave animals. 

Soon my boyfriend, Marcus texts me.  Last night he explained what happened with his mother and his slave boy.  He says he needs to confront his boy’s twin brothers and he needs my help.   After practice this morning we will be paying the twins a visit at their frat house. 

After dealing with the twins, Marcus said he would help me with my slave's family next. 

Now, with the day planned out, grab my boy's head and start fucking his throat deep with long strokes.  He lets me take over as I reach the edge of shooting my load.  Just as I go over the edge, I imagine the twin white boys kneeling at Marcus’s and my feet.  Yes!  It’s going to be a marvelous day! 

I relax for a minute, then climb out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower.  My dad is coming out as I go in.  We are both naked which never really bothers my family. I mean after seeing my parents fuck in front of me many times what is the point of hiding our bodies.  Besides, my family isn't ashamed of our bodies. 

Dad turns to me, "Son, have your white slave wash you. Trust me you’ll love it."

So, I call out, "Boy, come!" 

Dad smiles at me and nods as my boy comes running into the bathroom. 

I step into the shower, "Clean me, boy" 

He is about to close the door, "No, leave it open." 

Like my family's openness to sex, we don't see the point of closing the bathroom door.  Besides the exhaust fan doesn't even work in this apartment like many other things.  I have told myself that I will help my parents get out of this run-down apartment and have a house of our own and I know just the house I want to own. 

Dad's right, it feels great to have my slave clean me. His soft small hands feel nice on my body. I get a rush from it. He's doing something for me that I could easily do myself but why should I when I have a slave to do it for me?  I have complete control of this boy and it feels amazing! The boy is even cleaning my hole. I start to feel the water getting cooler. 

So I order, "Boy hurry up or we will lose all the hot water."

"Yes, Master."

Hearing him call me Master fills me with another rush of power. 

He quickly finishes my front side and just before the water gets cold, he finishes washing my hair.  So, I step out of the shower and turn off the water.  As I do, I now notice an enema tube hanging from the shower head. Dad must have installed it last night. Nice, my boy can clean out easier. 

I order, "Dry me."

"Yes, Master."

He quickly dries me. Again, it's nice to have him here doing the work that for me would be simple. Yet, it shows how much power and control I have over my boy.  He has never complained about doing even the boring and simplest tasks. 

After he finishes drying me, I show him how to add moisturizer to my hair and dark skin.  As a white boy, he isn't familiar with a black man's hair and body maintenance. He listens closely not wanting to fuck it up. I can see he truly wants to make me happy.  He has the heart of a true submissive slave. 

After adding product to my hair, he works down my body covering me with the moisturizer.  Again, love the feel of his soft small hands working in the lotion.  At the same time, I shave my face and then work on getting the kinks out of my hair.  Tomorrow, I will have to show him how to work on a black man’s hair.  

After my body maintenance is done, I order, "Clean up boy, inside and out."

As I brush my teeth, I smirk at him, shivering under the cold water.  This makes him clean up quicker.  Even if we didn't run out of hot water, he would take a cold shower if I ordered him to.  I wonder how much of his submissiveness is his guilt over his family enslaving mine or his natural submissiveness deep within. I think the guilt is fueling his submissive nature to come to the surface where it belongs.  It doesn't matter as long as he serves me with devotion. 

When we get back in my room, I have my boy dress me in shorts and a muscle shirt. 

My mom walks in by just as my naked boy is pulling the shirt over my head. 

"Son, good job in teaching your white boy how to be your personal slave."

I smile at her, "Thanks, mom." 

I kind of like having a personal slave. My cock twitches with excitement and pride that I'm pleasing my mom in my slave training.  She is so much more experienced than me in this world I now live in. 

Mom walks on as he puts on my socks and shoes.  I sit there looking down at my boy kneeling at my feet. Love that he is my complete opposite. 

I get up and walk down the hall to the small dining room table.  Dad is sitting there reading his tablet just in his boxers. Mom is in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I feel the presence of my naked boy behind me. Without looking at him, I order. 

"Boy, go help my mom in the kitchen."

My boy rushes off to the kitchen. So, I sit down at the table. It's not uncommon for Dad to be just in his boxers at home. He wears a suit all day when he has to go into the office.  So, dressing down at home is his way of relaxing from a long day of work. 

Dad asks, "How was the shower? Hope I didn't use too much of the hot water."

"It was great, Dad. Thanks for the idea of letting my boy wash me. It felt so good.  But, yeah, I used up the rest of the hot water.  My boy had to take a cold shower."

"Thought you would." he smiles mischievously, not caring that my boy had to suffer for me. 

"Yeah, it's a rush to know I could easily clean myself and my boy knows it but he does it just to please me!" 

"Son, you are starting to understand why owning a white boy is so special.  That rush you feel is just the start of a whole new life you will have as a white slave owner. That boy is a truly special one.  Not many have the instincts to serve like him.  Keep him close to you as you acquire more white slaves. He will be your most devoted servant. You'll need slaves like him to help you enslave others like him. Son, you will always remember your first slave."

"I will Dad. He is my special boy."

I kind of see Dad thinking about something from his past and wonder if he is thinking of the slave couple Mom and him enslaved in college. I hope to meet them someday, especially their enslaved son.

Just then my special boy comes out from the kitchen carrying a cookie sheet filled with our breakfast. 

I smile at him and he smiles back blushing a little to serve as a naked waiter. He quickly sets in front of us Mom’s wonderful biscuits and gravy with some orange juice for me and coffee for Dad and Mom. It smells so good.  Now I feel guilty for not sending my boy in to help her sooner. She is so busy all the time but still has time to cook for her men as she calls us. 

Mom comes out, taking off her apron as she sets down a boy of stew in a bowl on the floor. My boy kneels by the bowl. He looks down at the bowl and I'm sure he doesn't like it that much. I smirk at his attempt to hide his dislike for his breakfast. I bet he is used to having the best food at his wealthy family’s home.  

Mom looks down at him, "You will wait to eat until your Master has finished his breakfast and you take his empty plate away.  Throughout his meal, you will watch if your Master needs anything and get it for him even before he asks for it.  He is your focus and your hunger is secondary to his needs. Is that understood, slave?"

He looks down in such a submissive way. It makes my cock excited. 

"Yes, Mistress."

Just then we all hear his stomach growling but there is nothing he can do about it. His suffering for me fills me with the same rush I had in the bathroom.  

Dad sees the satisfaction on my face and smiles with a knowing look. 

"Son, you like that feeling don't you?"

"Oh, God Yes!  It gets my blood flowing if you know what I mean."

"Seeing a slave suffer for you is the best feeling an owner can have. It fuels our need to control them. They know this deep down and so they continue to suffer just to please us. It's why you need slaves and why they need you."

Dad is right. I like seeing him suffer just to please me.  Now my cock is rock hard as I take a bit of Mom's delicious biscuits and gravy. 

Dad glances down between my legs, "Son, another reason for owning a slave is to provide relief when you need it. You know your mother and I are open about having sex in front of you."

I grin at Dad and then look down at my boy, "Boy, come."

I point between my legs. Chris sees this as he kneels waiting for my commands.  Therefore, he crawls under the table to me. As he does, he has to pass by my Dad and Mom. They each rub his ass as he passes them, encouraging him to give me some relief. 

When he crawls between my legs, I order, "Suck me, boy."

So, he pulls down my shorts and starts sucking my painfully hard cock.  Dad and Mom ignores him and ask about what plans I have for the day. 

"Well after practice, Marcus asked me to help him with the twin brothers of his slave. It seems the asshole brothers are pimping out Marcus' slave boy and the boy's father.  So, Marcus and I are going to fix that problem today."

Dad provides me with some advice, "Son, make them understand that the boy is owned by Marcus now.  If they resist, then show them how white boys are treated where we come from."

I understand what Dad is getting at.  In our old neighborhood, if a white boy gave a Black man trouble then he would be challenged by the Black man. Usually, the white boys cave under the pressure.  Sometimes my black brothers had to teach them who’s in charge! 

"Dad, I understand.  Marcus and I will handle these white boys. They will learn to respect us or face being made into our bitches."

"Good, son. No white boy can get away with disrespecting my son or they will face something they all fear from us."

Dad slaps my back, driving my cock deeper into my slave's throat. Seeing my Dad have confidence in me, fills me with pride and pushes me over the edge. I moan a little as I finally relieve myself. I sit back a second, feeling the afterglow. 

Dad comments, "Feel better, son?" 

I softly say, "Yeah, Dad." 

Now, I have to piss. So I'm about to get up, when Dad grabs my shoulder, "Son, do you have to take a piss?" 

"Yeah, Dad, why?" 

"I thought so. Just use your slave." 

"What do you mean?" 

Then a second later I understand. 

"OH!..." 

Dad just holds onto my shoulder and nods with a grin plastered on his face. 

What else can I do? Dad is waiting. 

It's not like I haven't pissed in front of my family before. We have an open-door policy in our house.  So, what difference is it to piss in the toilet vs. my slave boy's mouth? 

So, I close my eyes and relax back in the chair.  Soon, I release a gallon of piss down the boy's throat. To give him credit, he swallows it all without spilling any. 
 
Dad let's go of my shoulder. 

After I open my eyes and push the boy back, Mom adds, "Good, the white slave did his duty.  It can eat now then clean up the table and do the dishes."

With that command, I look down at my boy, patting him on the head, "Go do as my Mom commands and be quick.  We have to go to practice soon."

He quickly crawls out from under the table, eats with his bowl of stew then gets up and grabs the cookies sheet again.  I smile at him as he gathers his empty bowl and our dishes except for mine. As I finish my breakfast, he takes my parents and his dirty dishes to the kitchen. Mom follows him into the kitchen and comes out not long later. 

I hear dishes moving around assuming Mom gave him more slave training / instructions.  When my boy comes back out, I'm done with my breakfast. To my surprise, he has another glass of OJ for me and coffee for my parents. Dam! He is good! 

However, I think Mom had something to do with that. She is teaching him to be a great domestic slave or as mom says, a domesticated white male slave animal. 

My boy doesn't take long to get the dishes done and put away.  When he finishes, he crawls under the table, between my legs again, and looks up at me. 

"Master, is there anything else your slave can do for you?" 

I rub his head and smile down at him.

"Boy, go get your speedos on and grab my gym bag. We have practice to get to."

"Yes, Master!" 

He quickly runs off while I hug my parents goodbye. 

Dad says, "Son, show those white boys their proper place. If you need my help, just text me. I'm working from home all day today."

"OK, Dad. I don't expect trouble. You know how white boys are all hype with no real teeth.  But if they try something stupid I will call you!"

My boy is back with my bag and wearing his Speedo as it shows off his slim body for me.  I grab him by the ass and pull him to me as we walk out the door. 

Marcus is outside our apartment building waiting for us. I have to hand it to his mother for enslaving our principal. She stepped up in social status by enslaving the wimpy bitch. 

Plus, my boyfriend got a sweet ride from the arrangement.  My boy opens the passenger-side front door and I hop in.  Marcus grabs the back of my head, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He instantly pushes his tongue into my mouth.  Quickly, our hands are all over each other.   He gets this way whenever we are away from each other, even if it is just overnight. 

Meanwhile, my boy sits in the back with Marcus's boy. They watch us and lick their lips. I love Marcus so much. I plan on marrying him someday. 

Finally, we break our lovemaking and Marcus drives us to the school with his hand on my thigh the whole way.   I cuddle up to him, leaning my head on his shoulder, kissing his neck ever so often.

Practice was fun, and a good warm-up for our next event.  I finally beat slave Rob in our practice match using the moves Alex had shown us Yesterday.  This gets me worked up and as Alex requires, I fuck the boy right in front of my teammates.  I feel the boy submit to me and groan as I enter his hole for the first time but not the last.  Rob used to be our captain and now is a slave to our new captain!  Alex is definitely a force that Marcus and I need to keep on our side.  He wants every member of our team to beat Rob in wrestling practice matches and then fuck him afterward.  Therefore, that is what I did.  Besides, I’m excited to confront the twin brothers so needed to release some excess energy.  This helps me clear my head to be at my best when we confront the white twin boys. 

In the locker room, we have our two slave boys strip us out of our singlets and then dress us back in our shorts and muscle shirts.  We decided not to shower to give the white twin boys some manly smells to sniff when we arrive at their frat house.   One thing we learned on the tough streets of our old neighborhood is that you need to keep your opponent off balance both physically and mentally. 

Marcus drives us to the frat house.  I give my slave boy, Chris, some instructions when we arrive.  He will help with a backup plan in case these white boys do something stupid. 

The frat house is a typical old three-story colonial-style mansion with a porch that completely wraps around the house.  So, instead of going to the front door, we walk around to the back of the house to find a BBQ party going on.   

You can imagine their surprise when two huge tough-looking black guys crash their party.  One of the white boys comes towards us.  I can see he’s trying to size us up. 

When he gets to us, I ask a question before he can speak, “Hey, man, we are here to talk with Freddy and Charlie.”

The white boy looks at us with suspicion.  Rightly so, because all I see in this frat are white boys.  

He calls out to his frat brothers, half of whom are drunk. We smile knowing half of these boys are already no match for us. 

“Freddy and Charlie, do you know these black boys?”

The twins come up to us, looking at us up and down sizing us up as his frat brother just did a second ago. 

“Who are you and what are you doing at our frat?  We don’t take your kind.  Go on boys, find a fraternity that takes boys like you. Unless you want to become our next couple of bitches.”

All his frat brothers laugh.  We just give the twins a menacing stare.  Did this white boy just suggest that Marcus and I become their bitches.  After their laughter subsides, Marcus starts laughing but more of a sinister laugh.

He calls out, “Come boy!”

At his command, slave Kenny crawls around the corner of the porch, naked! 

Freddy yells out, “What the fuck!  I never leased out my brother to you.  I would never let my boy touch your kind!”

Freddy says this with so much disdain that it seems a little overkill.   He is hiding something! 

Slave Kenny crawls up next to Marcus allowing his Master to place a hand on the boy’s smooth shaved head.  As a swimmer his whole body is shaved, not that he has much hair anyway.  According to Mom’s manual on “Owning white male animals”, their hair should be permanently removed.  Hair is a symbol of manhood.  Yet, white male slaves were never a man in the first place.  Their just pretending to be a man to boost his white ego and promote the great lie that they are better than anyone else.  I imagine these twins hairless just like their brother kneeling beside my boyfriend.  My cock starts growing at the thought. 
   
Freddy then points at his younger brother, “Bitch get your ass over here. You know better than to submit to those kind.  You know what Mom did you our bitch of a father for that kind of disobedience.”

Feddy says this with such disdain.  Except, Kenny keeps his head down and moans as Marcus rubs his head, completely ignoring his older brother.  

Freddy then looks at Marcus with a fake smile, “Well whomever you are, thank you for returning my bitch brother.  You can let him go and pay us for his time with you.”

Marcus laughs in a deep menacing tone, “I think you misunderstand what is happening here.  This white boy is mine now.  He gave himself to me and now I own him.  In fact, you can join him.  As you say, you could be our latest bitch.  We could use twins white boys in our stable of bitch slaves.”

Charlie hells out, “Fuck you! We are not bitch slaves!”

He spits at our feet, then yells out with over-the-top fake bravo, “If anything your kind belongs at our feet.”

They are feeding right into our hands.  These white boys have already forgotten about their brother and are now only thinking about saving their own skin!  I can see fear in Charlie's eyes and maybe something else.    

So, I challenge them, “Well if you think we belong at your feet, let's fight for who will become the bitches.  Just you two against my boyfriend and me.  The loser becomes the other bitch slave.  To make determine who is the winner and loser, the first to get fucked in the ass is the loser.” 

I see both white boys, lick their lips some,  Yes, they lust after us as most white bitches do.  The first white boy who confronted us, whispers in Freddie’s ear. 

Freddy turns to his frat brother and yells out, “Fuck No! We are not letting this drop!”

Then in a lower voice, “We can take these black bitches and add them with our other black boys.  You know that their kind belongs to us. It is their nature.”

I have a bad feeling about what he said about ‘adding us with his other black boys’.  I don’t think he intended for us to hear him.  Do they have black boys locked up in this house against their will?

To keep them from thinking too much, I ask, “So, what do you say, my white bitches!  Do you want to fight us to see who will be the bitch slaves to the other?”

Both boys yell out, “YES! YOUR ON, ASSHOLES!”

Marcus and I just smile knowing the white boy's ego is their Achilles Heel, just like Mom’s manual says.  I pass them into the backyard to a grassy area with confidence I have the upper hand. 

I turn and face them with a smirk, "Good we fight in pairs. I fight Freddy and Marcus fights Charlie.  We don't stop until the loser becomes the other’s bitch and shoots his load into the other’s hole.  The rules are no weapons, only hand-to-hand combat. You can use any form of combat you’re skilled at.  Agreed, white boys?  Ready to be our bitches?"

I can see the anger building in the boys' faces at being referred to as white boy bitches.  Good the more angry they are, the more mistakes they will make. Their white pride is going to be their undoing! 

Again one of the more reasonable white boys whispers in Freddy's ear.  However, Freddy pushes him away, yelling out in even more anger, "FUCK NO, I'M NOT LETTING IT GO!"

Freddy looks at me with hatred in his eyes and screams, "YOU'RE ON BLACK BITCHES. WE AGREED TO YOUR RULES. ONLY YOU BLACK BOYS ARE GOING TO BE OUR LATEST BLACK WORES, WORKING FOR THE SUPERIOR WHITE MAN AS YOUR KIND BELONG!" 

I just smirk at him, letting him know he can't affect me like I do him. This just pisses him off even more and comes at me with a punch to my face. I sidestep his punch and hit him in the side, just missing the kidneys.  I don't want to do permanent injury to the body I will own soon.  I have been in enough street fights that I know what will do the least amount of damage but at the same time hurt him the most.  He tries to again to hit me only for me to dodge out of the way at the last second and then use my momentum to land a blow right where I wanted.  This frustrates him even more.  He hasn't even landed one hit on me while I hit him several times in self-defense.  Yet, I do need to let him hit me a few just to keep him fighting me. I will have a few marks for my slave boy to take care of later on. 

Marcus is holding his own with the other twin boy, Charlie.   He has had his fair share of street fights. You got to show bullies like these who are Superior. 

Meanwhile, my personal white slave has been recording the whole fight from the bushes. In the recording, it looks like two older boys are the aggressors especially Freddy.  The recording is my backup plan if these stupid white boys try to gang up on us in the future.  The frat let this all happen, picking a fight under aged younger boys. They could see jail time if Marcus's mom or my parents wanted to press charges. 

Finally, I let him hit me so I can pretend to fall to the ground with Freddy over me ready to strike. That's when I look at my slave in the bushes and he points the camera to Marcus.  With Freddy and I out of the recording, I sweep my leg under Freddy causing him to fall to the ground. I quickly get him into the wrestling movies Alex taught us the last few days. The same one I used to pin slave Rob. Then just as I did to Rob, I hold Freddy until he begs to be released. Yet, I have no intention of releasing the boy from his fate!  My cock is too excited for that to ever happen. I rip off his shirt leaving him naked from the waist down. Then tighten my grip. 

Marcus has Charlie in a similar hold, ripping the other brother's shirt off him too. 

I hear Charlie begging to be set free.  We both let the boys go as they are now crying for the pain and humiliation. 

That's when my slave stops recording. To the recording, it looks like Marcus and I are the better men. 

I then stand up, step back, and look down at Freddy, 

"Kneel, Bitch!," snapping my fingers between my legs. 

"Look at me, white boy!" 

He winces and then looks up at me with fear, pain, and exhaustion. I smirk down at him, knowing he worked himself to exhaustion.  He gets up on his knees and looks up at me with fear showing on his face.  

"Are you ready to be my white bitch?" 

Yet, in one last ditch effort to keep his white pride intake, he shakes his head no. However, his eyes, and especially his dick tells a different story.  I see his dick is getting hard in this submissive pose, kneeling at my feet. 

I then scan the crowd of white boys and spot one I can use, a skinny white boy staring at my hard cock snaking down my shorts with just the tip of the head sticking out. The skinny boy is licking his lips but also trying to hide behind a muscular white boy. 

I point to him. The muscled white boy looks at me with some fear on his face. Then he looks behind him and sees the skinny boy.  So the fearful muscle boy steps aside to see if I was pointing at him or the skinny boy behind him.  They call this a brotherhood.  What a fucking joke!  If it was a true brotherhood then muscle boy would be protecting the weaker skinny boy.  Instead, he fears for himself more than his so-called frat brother!   Mom is right these white boys are just fucking selfish weak-minded animals, with only concerns for themselves. 

I point to the skinny boy, “Come here, boy!”

The skinny white boy steps forward, nervous as hell but also extremely horny.  

I point to behind Freddy.  He walks behind Freddy, the president of his frat and a man he should respect.

“Kneel, boy!”

I smirk at Freddy as the skinny boy kneels behind him.   Freddy looks back at him and then up at me.  I see the fear on his face.  

I look down at Freddy, then do a circle jump kick, grabbing Freddy’s neck with my foot and slamming him face down into the grass. Then I casually step on the back of his neck as he tries to look up at me.  If Freddy was scared before, he is certainly frightened now, pinning him under my weight.
  
I point at the skinny boy, with his mouth open wide.

“Strip him of the rest of his clothes boy.”

The skinny boy looks at me, shocked!  So, I yell out in my deep commanding voice, “NOW, BOY!”

He quickly rushes to do as I command.   All the other boys are tranced fixed on what is happening to their former dominant president.  I smirk at them as I see a few getting hard in their shorts as the skinny boy strips their president from the waist down. 

As Charlie kneels in front of Marcus and sees what I did to his brother, he lowers himself flat to the ground like his brother.  Marcus uses his foot to turn his head to face his twin brother. Then he places his foot on the boy’s neck like I am.  Yet, it’s not nearly as hard as I’m pressing on Freddy’s neck. 

Marcus looks at the skinny boy helping me and orders, “Strip him like his brother.”

Quickly Charlie is stripped of his pants and underwear, lying naked on the ground, and humiliated in front of his frat brothers.  Charlie doesn’t resist and even raises his hips to allow his frat brother to strip him of his clothes. 

Freddy is clearly the dominant one of the twins.  I laugh to myself, he is not so dominant now, is he?  I then look at my slave Chris hiding in the bushes.  I motion with my head for him to come out of hiding.  He started recording again and starts walking around me then Marcus.  He is naked as I like my slaves to be.  

I smirk down at Freddy, who is trying to look up at me and then at his brother. I can see the shame on his face at being humiliated in front of his brother.  The same humiliation is on Charlie's face.  They both can see each other submitting to us, their Superiors!  

I then use my foot to force Freddy to look me in the eyes. 

Now, white boy, are you ready to be my bitch?”

Now completely frightened, he starts to beg. 

“Please, let us go.  You can have my younger brother.  Even my father can be yours.  I’m so sorry.  Please leave and we will never see each other again.”

I laugh at the boy, “Boy, you and I committed to fight until the other is fucked like a bitch.  Are you going to break that commitment now, boy?”

I press my foot harder into the boy’s neck until it is hard for him to breathe. 

In a labor voice, he pleads, “Sorry, Sir. I know.  But I have never been fucked!  That isn’t my thing.  I’m a Top, Sir.”

“Well, boy that is about to change!”

I let go of my foot.  Yet, before the boy can move, I quickly jump on his back, using my strong hands and arms to hold his head into the grass.  My mouth is right at his ear.   

I yell out to no one in particular, “GET MY FUCKING COCK OUT, NOW!”

This time another white boy gets behind me and starts opening my pants.   When he gets my cock out he strokes it some. 

I yell out again, “LUBE ME UP, BOY!”

Another boy runs into the house and then comes back with some lube, handing it to the boy who is stroking me.  My little helper then starts lubing up my cock and his president's hole. 

Still, with my face in Freddy’s ear, I growl, “LINE ME UP, BOY!”

I lift up my hip so my helper can line up my cock to Freddy’s hole.  When I feel I’m lined up, I slowly push my hips down as my cock sinks into the virgin hole.  I love taking a boy’s hole for the first time.  Dam is he tight!  

I slowly fuck the boy as I whisper in his ear, “Now who is the bitch, boy.”

He grunts with each slow fuck.

“Tell me, boy!”

Now crying and grunting in pain, “I am.”

Wanting to completely break him, I ask, “I am, what boy?”

Crying even more, “I am your bitch, Sir.”

“Good, boy.  You now understand your proper place, right boy?”

“Yes, Sir!” 

“No, I think you know, I’m now more than just your Sir.  Tell me properly, boy!”

Now crying and completely humiliated in front of his so-called brothers.  

“Yes, Master!”

“Say it louder, my white slave boy!”

Freddy yells out for all his frat brothers to hear, “YES, MASTER!”

I whisper, “Good, boy!  That is what white boys like you call a black man like me!  I now own your white ass and you know it don’t you?”

With tears streaming down his face, he yells out,  “YES, MASTER.  YOU OWN ME!”

All his so-called frat brothers are now rubbing their dicks watching Marcus and me fuck their leaders.  I bet more than a few want to be in Freddy’s position!

After fucking him for about 30 minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore and dumped my load into his hole.  Breathing hard in his ear, the boy just has to wait until I let him up.  He is breathing hard and moaning.  After I recover from one of the more aggressive fucks I have ever had, I pull out and stand over the boy!

I smirk down at him and order, “Clean me, my white bitch slave!”

Freddy slowly gets back on his knees.  I smirk when I see a puddle of white creaming cum on the grass between his legs.  The bitch came just from me fucking him.  Or is it from being so completely humiliated and made into a bitch that got the boy so excited?

One of his frat brothers sees it and points. 

“Freddy fucking shot his load from being fucked up the ass.  I can’t believe he is a fucking faggot!”

Hearing the degrading words from the asshole only pissed me off.  So, I rush over to the asshole grab him by the shirt, lift him off his feet, and then slam him to the ground.  I climb on top of him forcing my cock in his face and pinning his arm under my knees. 

I look down into the frightened boy's eyes, “What the fuck did you just say, boy!”

He squeaks out, “Oh, Shit!  Sorry, Sir.”

Using my half-hard cock to wipe my dirty cock in his face, I spit out, “Don’t ever use that degrading language ever again.  I’m gay and what the fuck makes you think I would appreciate you using ‘faggot’ in such a demeaning way.  Now, stick out your fucking tongue and clean my faggot cock, white boy!”

The boy is so fuck scare he just does as ordered.  I smirk at him as he sticks out his tongue. With his mouth open and so inviting, I push it in and choke him on it as I push in and out using his hole to clean my dirty cock.  Once, I feel my cock is clean enough, I get up and kiss Macuas in a deep French kiss.  

I break the kiss and look at all the white boys trying to avoid eye contact with me. At the same time, Marcus has his white boy, Charlie cleaning up his cock.  

I then yell, “Does anyone else want to talk shit about being a gay faggot?”

They all shake their heads no and look ashamed at their thoughts about gays and submissive faggots.

As I hold my boyfriend by his waist, I call out to my boy Chris, “Boy, get me two collars, two contracts, two leashes, and two canes.”

Marcus now keeps collars, slave contracts, leashes, and other forms of slave control in his car.  His mother recommended it in case we acquired more slaves.  I mean in our community volunteer slavery will be legal soon so acquiring slaves will be something to admire instead of being looked down upon.  

Per, Marcus’s mother, the collars are some high-tech collars that some guy named Father Micheal had some of his slaves deliver to Marcus’s house last night  

Slave Chris rushes back to me holding out two collars, slavery contracts, two leashes, and two canes.  I let go of Marcus and take one of the collars.  Then, look down at Freddy who just watched me defend him against his so-called frat brothers.  

“Come, white bitch slave!”

Freddy lowers his head in shame as he crawls to me.  When he reaches me, I lift his chin so he staring into my eyes.

“Boy, you admitted that I’m your Master and I own your white ass.  Now it is time to make it official.”

Keeping eye contact with him, I open the collar. 

“Come on boy.  Place your nice white boy neck into the collar for your Master!”

I can see he still wants to resist but deep down, knows he is defeated.  I think, all that ego-boosting was just to mask his submissive nature, just like his father and younger brother are.  As they say, the ‘apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’.

He stares up at me then I see it, he’s broken.  Slowly. I watch him place his neck into the opening of the collar.  I close the collar with a loud click for all his brothers to hear.  

I pat him on the head.

“Good white boy!  You finally admitted to yourself where you belong.  At the feet of a strong black man!  Isn’t that right my white slave bitch boy!”

Still staring into my eyes, he moans out in lust for me, “Yes Master…”

To everyone's surprise except for Marcus and me, he shoots another massive load onto my right foot.

Yes, he likes being an inferior white slave animal as my mom taught me all these white submissives are deep down. 

I rest the heavy high-tech steel collar on the boy's shoulders.  Then Marcus shows me how to use the Master / slave app to link my phone to the slave collar.  I press my finger on the fingerprint sensor and then pick OK to link my phone to the collar.  Nice!  My cock starts to get hard again as I think about owning another white boy.  

Marcus does the same thing to Charlie who seems to follow his brother’s lead on everything they do.  I smirk at the naked frat twins boys who are at least 4 to 5 years older but willingly placed their necks into slave collars.  They have no idea how much control those collars will have over the rest of their lives.  All of this is being recorded proving they could have put a stop to this at the beginning or at any point along the way to their enslavement.  

Next, I hold my hand out to slave Chris while still looking down at slave Freddy.

“Slavery Contract.”

He hands me one of the slavery contracts.  While driving to the frat house, Marcus explains we need to have our slaves sign it so that when the slavery law goes into effect we can register these contracts with the state.  I guess Alex and his dad, Frank, are working on something with Marcus’s mom to make volunteer slavery legal.  So, I take the contract and throw it on the ground with a clipboard and pin. 

“Boy, read and sign the contract.”

Slave Freddy picks it up and reads it.  His mouth falls open at what his life is going to be like as detailed in the contract.  Yet, his fucking dick is betraying him as it points to the sky.   Once again. it’s dripping precum.  

To his frat brother’s astonishment, he starts jerking off by the time he finishes reading the contract.  Yet, I can’t have him get off again!  Especially not by his own hand. So, I kick his hand away from his cock and press my foot on his hard member sticking out showing how inferior his white ass is compared to me!  

“White Boy, as you have just read in your slavery contract. You understand now that this inferior white body belongs to me now!  Sign the GODDAM contract or do I have to cane your ass for being such a disobedient pathetic white slave animal!”

Much of the contract was based on the manual Mom wrote for training a white male slave animal.  So, referring to it as a white slave animal just reinforces the language in the contract and the submissive thoughts going through that horny mind. 

I press my foot down more on his hard dick, “WELL!”

Now in pain and not wanting to anger me more, he picks up the pen and signs the contract. 

I lift my foot and rub his head.

“Good boy.”

Freddy’s twin, Charlie, does the same thing and signs his slavery contract. 

Marcus and I pick up the contracts and hand them to my slave, Chris.  In turn, Chris hands Marcus and me leashes and one of the canes for each of us.  I clip the leash to my latest slave, and then I take the cane, tapping him on his back.

“Come on, slave let’s take this inside.” 

I walk into the frat house like I own it now. Once in the extra large living room, I notice a nice leather-bound chair that seems to be on a raised platform.  There happens to be another leather chair next to it.  I look down on the floor in front of each chair.  One has ‘President’ in front of it and the other has ‘Vice President’.  Fuck me! This is where my slaves lord over their frat brothers.  So, I sit in the Chair for the President and Marcus sits in the Vice President’s chair. 

Our two latest slaves look at us and I see more of their egos breaking.  This is a good thing.  I point to my right.  Slave Freddy crawls to my side, kneeling beside me, and faces the frat boys that follow us into the house.  His ego must be crushing even more as they see how far he has fallen.  My slave Chris, kneels between my legs, taking my cock into his mouth, keeping it warm for me.

Marcus has his newest slave, Charlie, in the same position, keeping his cock warm too.  Slave Charlie must have sucked a cock in the past if he can take Marcus so easily.  I wonder if these twin slaves have sucked each other off?  Is Freddy just as good at taking a cock down his throat, as his twin brother is?

All the frat boys followed us into the house like lost puppies.  They just lost their beloved leaders and I’m sure they are wondering what will happen next.  

"Everyone sit. We need to talk!"

the white boys sit on the couches and recliners around the large living room.  There are not enough chairs for everyone so some of the boys sit cross-legged on the floor.  What I found interesting is most of those on the floor are sitting between another boy's legs.   Even more interesting is the boys on the floor seem to be affectionate to the boy above them. Like rubbing their legs or feet.  It seems that some of these white boys are gay after all.  This is good to know that not all these boys are assholes. 

Many of the boys are whispering to each other, clearly wondering what is going to happen to the frat now. 

Marcus yells out in his deep commanding voice, "OK BOYS, QUIET NOW!"

They all quickly shut up and now stare at us.  I look around for the boy who kept whispering in Freddy's ear. He must know more than anyone else, besides our new twin slaves, on what is going on in this frat.  He is one of the only boys sitting alone.  I can see fear and shame in the way he keeps looking at Freddy and then me. He knows something and it's not good.  So, I point at him. 

In my authoritative voice, "You, come here!" 

The white boy jumps up nervously in surprise.  He fidgets as he walks to Marcus and me. 

"What's your name, white boy?" 

"OH, ah… Don… SIR!" 

He says Sir a little louder than he intended but it seems natural to him at the same time. 

Now looking at the boy with determination and wanting to get to the truth, "Donny, what was that earlier about joining others of 'Our Kind' as your black bitches?

In the corner of my eye, I see Freddy looking at Donny as Freddy slowly shakes his head no. Donny definitely knows something.  I heard others start whispering, like 'Will he tell on us' or 'Should we get the fuck out of here'. As I suspect, something really bad is happening in this frat and others know what is happening too.  Are they all in on it?   So, I glance at Marcus and he takes out his phone and starts texting. 

Next, I grab Freddy's head, keeping him from shaking it no. Keeping ahold of him, I push his head down so he’s forced to look at the floor.  Now, I feel the boy shaking in real fear.  I think he’s frightened at what Donny might say. 

I stare at Donny for a moment and then point out. 

"Donny, ignore my boy!  He is no longer important.  He no longer has any control over you."

Now I smile at him with a friendly smile in an attempt to disarm him.  He now looks at me and smiles back. Mom's manual says white boys are easily manipulated with the right amount of domination or acts of kindness. I can see this boy responds to both. 

"Donny, I understand. You kept this frat running smoothly and tried to keep this bitch from fucking up," slapping Freddy behind his head. 

"Don't blame yourself for the mistakes your former president made.  You can relax with me.  I respect boys like you.  Boys like you help men like me to run our world smoothly, right boy?" 
 
He grins widely, knowing I'm right. Everything I said is true. As mom's manual says, Masters like me need boys like him to keep my life running smoothly.  They take care of day-to-day activities that are more suitable for boys like him. 

"Yes Sir, I just tried to keep the fraternity running well without issues."

"I know it's hard when you have a leader that won’t listen to reason, right boy?" 

"OH, GOD YES!," he yells out louder than intended.

"Sir, it's so hard. He wouldn't listen to reason. I told him not to keep them."

"Keep who, boy?  You can tell me. I'm reasonable aren't I, boy?" 

"Yes Sir.  I'm just not sure if I should say anything." 

I hear some boys moving back towards the doors. Yet, as they get to the two doors out of the living room, my parents are blocking their way. They must have been close by.  My Dad is a large man who scares me if is pissed.  The look on his face shows more anger than I have ever seen him. That scares the shit out of the white boys trying to flee. Their attempt to escape, only confirms that others know what is happening in this frat too. 

Still smiling warmly at the boy in front of me, "Go on, your president can't hurt you anymore. I'm here now to help. Do the right thing boy.  I know you want to. I see it.  You no longer have to hide what has clearly caused you so much stress!  Let me relieve your burden.  I will make everything right for once!"
 
I can see the boy trying to debate in his head whether to tell me or not!  Then all of a sudden he yells out. 

"OH GOD, I'M SORRY SIR. FREDDY WOULDN'T LISTEN TO ME. I KEPT TELLING HIM NOT TO KEEP THEM.  I WANTED TO FREE THEM BUT FREDDY SAID IF I TRIED ANYTHING I WOULD END UP LIKE THEM.  I COULDN’T HELP THEM IF I ENDED UP IN THE BASEMENT TOO!"

Freddy yells out, “STOP!”

I slap Freddy even harder than before then press my foot on his neck again!

I growl at him, “SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHITE BITCH!”

Now using my authoritative voice, I look at the boy again standing in front of me. 

"Boy, who's in the basement?"

Almost in tears, he blurts out, "Slaves. Men like you Sir."

I press harder on Freddy's neck causing him to wince in pain and restricting his breathing. 

I yell out in anger, "BOY, DO YOU MEAN, YOU HAVE BLACK BROTHERS IN THE BASEMENT AS YOUR GOD DAM FUCKING SLAVES?" 

I know by the way the boy said he wanted to free them, they are not volunteer slaves like mine. I doubt any black boy would enslave himself but if he did, I wouldn't hold it against him. But I assume these black men are not volunteer slaves. 

The boy looks down in shame. 

"Yes Sir, I'm so sorry, I couldn't save them."

He falls to his knees in front of me, like he is praying to a god for forgiveness.  Then I see a spark of realization in his face.  

"But Sir, you can!" 

I yell out, "DAM! RIGHT, I CAN!" 

I turn to Marcus, "Keep these white boys here as I free our brothers."

"Will do. Free them, my love!" 

I can see he is just as angry as I am and determined to keep these white boys under our control. 

"YOU GODDAM, YOU WHITE FUCKERS!,” I scream at all the white boys in the room.  Freddy is coughing over my constant pressure on his neck.   

Then Marcus screams at them too as I grab both my slave Freddy and Donny but the scruff of their necks. 

I growl at Donny, “Show me where my brothers are, bitch!”

Donny points the way to the basement.   We walk through the door that Dad is guarding.  As I pass, Dad informs me.  

“Son, I will keep guard until reinforcements arrive. Then I will meet you in the basement.”

He then looks at Donny, “White boy!  Which door leads to the basement?”

Donny says in a very fearful voice, “Sir, down that hall to your right.  It is a hidden staircase,  I will leave the door open for you, Sir!”

He ignores the white boy, “Son, I called a few of our neighbors to come help.  I will be down after they arrive.  Also, Marcus’s mother should be hear soon.”

He puts a hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eye with anger and outrage on his face, “Free our brothers, Son!”

“I will Dad!”

I then shove the two boys down the hall.  Halfway down the hall, Donny stops us at a painting on the wall.  It shows a white man sitting in a white leather recliner with a black man serving him a drink.  I look at the painting with disgust! 

Donny removes it from the wall, showing an electric lock embedded in the wall.  He looks at Freddy expectantly. 

I ask, “What the fuck is that?”

“Sir, it is a fingerprint sensor to unlock a hidden door.  Freddy needs to press his index finger on it to open the door.”

I squeeze Freddie's neck harder, causing him to cry out in pain.  He looks at Donny with betrayal on his face.  

I growl, “Open the GODDAM door, BITCH!”

The naked boy presses his index finger on the sensor and I hear a lock pop open.  Danny pushes the door and it opens towards the inside, revealing a landing, and then a staircase lights up.  I push Donny first down the stairs letting go of his neck. Then push Freddy behind Donny.  I know Donny will not try anything.  I can see the remorse on his face for his part in this fucked up mess.  But Freddy is another story.  So, I pull out my phone, getting ready to shock the bitch if he tries anything stupid. 

When we get to the bottom of the stairs, the basement lights up to a vast dungeon with lots of torture equipment down the center.  Along both side walls are rows of doors which I can only assume are cells that hold my black brothers.  The shock of the place distracts me for a moment and I lighten my grip on Freddy’s neck.  He uses my momentary distraction to fall to his knees causing me to lose my grip on his neck.  

I scream out. “FUCK,” as he gets up and runs for a whip hanging on the wall!