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 the point of view of frat brother Donny and how he sees his frat will now change with Black men in control.

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.

• Slave Freddy - White slave to Master Malik.  Son of a rich 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.  Age 21, 180 pounds, 5 ft 10in, 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 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. Son of a rich businesswoman, younger brother of slave Freddy and slave Marcus.  Age 17, 5ft, 7 inches tall, 150 pounds, 6 inch long dick.  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. 

• Slave Charlie - White slave to Master Marcus.  Son of a rich 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.  Age 21, 180 pounds, 5 ft 10in, 5 inch dick.  

• 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.

WHITE LIVES OWNED

POV frat white boy Donny 

As I descend the stairs to the dungeon, I have a sinking feeling that Freddy will do something stupid.  I look back at Freddy and he staring at me like is going to kill me.   He warned me hundreds of times that if I betrayed him, I would pay.  There are so many things in the dungeon he could use as a weapon, whips, paddles, canes, and more.  

So, I descend the last steps and turn the corner, I grab a cane from a bin on the right side of the opening and quickly move it in front of me.  

As soon as Freddy descends the last step, I'm no longer in front of him and he rushes to a wall of whips. 

That's when I run after him and just before he reaches a whip, I hit him in the back with the cane.  He screams out in pain and falls to his knees.   

Seeing him on the ground, the same way the black slaves have been many times, I pick up the cane and start hitting him all over his defenseless naked body.  Memories of seeing those poor naked defenseless black slaves in this very same position fuel my anger.   As he tries to crawl away, I hit his calves and thighs. To protect those areas, he rolls on his back. I see red and want to pay him back for all that he has done.  So, I hit him in the balls. 

He grabs his aching balls.  So, I hit his feet next.  He has done worse to those poor black boys. He screams out as I know full well what that feels like. To show me what would happen to me, Freddy and Charlie tried me a fuck bench and caned my feet. Then they both fucked me, well more like a rape since all I wanted to do is run out of the dungeon. 

I never wanted to feel that ever again. After raping me, Freddy showed me a black boy he captured and enslaved.  He said that if I told a sole then I would end like the black boy and so would my family.  I knew he wasn’t lying because he had shown me pictures of my family, my brothers and sisters. He came from a very wealthy family and had the power to do whatever he wanted.  So, I went along with the boy’s demented plans of enslaving black people but kept it secret. Only our frat brothers knew.  One by one they were brought down here and the same thing happened to them as was done to me.  I even had to help them "discipline" my frat brothers and rape them.  Fear and humiliation have been their tool to control all of us. 

Not anymore!  I smirk down at the boy I feared for over a year.  He is the one that now fears me. Yet, when I look down at him, I see myself.  I’m just as guilty for not going to the police. My weak-minded pride got the better of me.  I didn't want anyone to know I was tortured and raped!  They used my pride and fear for my family against me. 

I drop the cane and fall to the floor onto my knees then start bawling my eyes out. I hold my face in my hands not wanting to look at the evil boy in front of me. 

I'm surprised when some arms wrap around me and hold me tight.  I realize it is Master Malik holding me.  So, I lean back onto his chest, continuing to cry until no more tears come out. 

I hear someone else walking around the dungeon. I can only assume it is Master Malik’s father letting out the black boys that I helped enslave. This causes me to cry more but no more tears can flow as I used them up already.  So, my eyes sting as I try to cry out my guilt.  Yet, no amount of crying can wash away the guilt I feel.  

Master Malik rocks me gently like one would a baby.  It helps and I finally open my eyes. 

When I do, Freddy is no longer in front of me.  Instead, a very angry black man is looking down at me.  

"Son, I locked that disgusting white boy in one of the cells.  Does this one need to be locked up too?"

"No, Dad I think this white boy knows what he did wrong and will do everything he can to make up for it. It's that right, boy?" 

I look up at Master Malik's father, "Yes Sir, I want to make this right. I know there is nothing I can do to change what happened. But I will do anything to help those poor black boys."

He growls at me which makes me fall farther into Malik's chest.

"White boy, you better." 

Malik is rubbing my head which makes me relax and start to feel a kind of bliss I have never felt in my life. 

Malik’s father looks down watching me then asks, "My son could use another white boy in his stable. Would you like to serve a strong Black Man like my son?" 

I think about all the shit I went through for the past year.  Had to serve the boy who raped me. I was basically a slave to Freddy too.  I lived in constant fear, fear of what Freddy was going to do to those black slaves, fear for my family, fear of my father finding out I was raped, and fear of all this found out by the police and going to jail.  Freddy used that fear to control me. 

Now, I'm being offered a chance to choose a life of service to someone who’s so much better than I could ever be.  Malk saved all of us!  So, I look up at the strong demanding man above me. 

"Yes, Sir! I do. I want to serve your son with all my heart!" 

"Good boy!  My son will teach you how to serve Black Men. Son, do you want to take this white boy as your next white slave?"

"Yes Father, I do!"

“Good!  Boy, go upstairs and get clean clothes for all these black men.”
All around are naked black men.  I finally see them as the strong black men they really are.  Guilt rushes into me.

I yelp out, “Yes, Master!”

Then run up the stairs and go up to my room to get some of my clothes.  But I realize they would be too small for these big strong black men.   So, I go to the room of our biggest frat brother.   I find shorts, t-shirts, socks, and shoes that I think will fit.  I count the number of sets of clothes I need and realize I need a few gym bags.  Luckily these big white boys are gym rats.  I fill the three bags of clothes and rush back down to the dungeon.  

I drop the bags in front of Master Malik and his father.  

Master looks at me, “Good.  Did you find some that fit?”

“I think so, Master.  I grab the clothes from the biggest frat brother’s room.”

Master points to the black men, “Then what are you waiting for, dress them, slave!”

Fear grips me seeing the anger in Master’s voice.  He has the right to be angry.  So, I rush to the black men and take out the clothes.  As fast as I can dress each one of the men.  It takes some time since there are about 20 black men to be dressed.   

For some of them, this is the first time in months they have had clothes on.   I can see those who were enslaved the longest are the most uncomfortable wearing clothes.  Those men remove their shirts not long after I put it on them.   Then they remove the shorts and underwear and just put back on the shorts.  I guess the shorts are loose enough not to irritate their skin.  What have I done?  These black men can’t even where clothes now! 

Master’s father calls out to the black men, “I am deeply sorry for what you have been through.  There is nothing I can do to fix that.  All I can do is say is that my wife and I have a plan that might help ease you back into real life.  Those white boys who did this to you need to pay.  My wife and I think that they should see what it is like to be real slaves.   Don’t you agree?”

There is mutter from agreement among black men. 

Then one steps forward.  I remember him.  He is the one that would never give in even with the worst punishments Freddy could think of. 

“So, brother what do you propose?  Because right I'm ready to go to the police and have the who fuck a bunch of white fucks put in jail and be some black man’s bitch inside.”

Master’s father suggests, “Simple we blackmail them to become permanent willing your slaves.  You take over this frat house and those white animals become the slaves they are meant to be.  You can use them however you like and no one will question you.  Use them as sex slaves, domestic slaves, torture slaves, I don’t really care.  Plus, my wife did some research.  Most of those boys have trust funds that you will be able to access after you enslave them.”

The leader of the black men asks, “Interesting.  How do you propose to blackmail them?”

“The asshole who started all this, video recorded everything that happened down here.  BTW, he is now my son’s slave!  Anyways, we can use those recordings to give them a choice, either submit to being white slaves or go to jail and have the disgrace of what they done to be all over the media.  We can even say they can continue their education.  Yet, when they finish they will work for you since you have the funds to create your own black-owned businesses.”

He waves his hands at the black man around us. 

“I even suspect their parents will go along with their enslavement just to keep this fucked up mess from hitting the media.  You can then use their trust funds to help other black men by creating black-owned businesses that hire only black people.”

I start to hear mutters of agreement with the plan.  It is a good plan.  I know their parents would never want any of this to come out in the media.  It could even cause their companies to collapse from the backlash.  Can you imagine the shock of black men today being enslaved against their will?   How could they bounce back from something like that.  Plus, helping their fellow black man was a good last touch.  
           
The leader then talks with the group of black men and then looks back at Master’s father. 

“OK, We like the plan but we want all of those white boys to be our slaves.  Not one will be allowed to be free.  Also, what happens if one of those white boys changes his mind then we look like the bad guys if the white boys go to the media.”

Master’s Father just smiles, “Men, we have a solution for that too.  We have access to new high-tech slave collars.  With these collars locked around the white boy’s neck. They can be tracked anywhere in the world.  The collar has a feature that will deliver a powerful shock to the white boy causing him to collapse where he stands.  You can create a route where your white slave can go.  If he deviates from that route then he will be shocked. You can record everything he does with a camera built into it.  I’m also told that soon there will be an AI to monitor the video to make sure the slave does as he is told.”

“Shit, Man that is some high-tech shit. How much will it cost?”

“Oh, remember the trust fund?  The white boys will pay for their own slave collars.”
 
Master’s father laughs at the irony.  The others soon join him. 

“One more thing, just between us.  There is a movement to allow volunteer slavery to be legal.  So, once that happens, the slavey contracts you have the white boys sign will be legally bonding.  After that happens they can’t stop what has happened to them even if they tried.  They would become your legal property.”         

My eyes widen at what he just said.  Then I realize, Master is going to have me sign a slavery contract and when the law goes into effect I will be his property!   

Suddenly all the black men yell let's enslave those white assholes!  I think they are now starting to see a light at the end of a very long dark tunnel.  Hopefully, enslaving us white boys will help them get over this very evil thing that was done to them. 

With the approval of all the black men, we all go upstairs to the living room where my frat brothers waiting for us.  When I enter the room, I’m taken aback when I see all my frat brothers kneeling in front of two very dominating women sitting in the president and vice president chairs.  The woman look very scary to a white boy like me.  Master Marcus is walking back and forth in front of them with a cane in his hand, ready to strike any that disobey him!   

Master walks up to his mother and kisses her on the cheek.  Then looks angrily at the white boys kneeling in front of them.  I quickly rush to his side and kneel beside him with my head bowed.  He pats me on the head and I smile inwardly.  

“So, Mom, have you explained the deal to these white boys?”

“Yes, honey, they are given the choice.  It took some convincing.  But they came around when I explained what would happen to their family’s reputation and businesses if any of this got out.”

Master forms a smile on his face, “So, they all agreed to the terms.”

“Yes, Son, they have all agreed to the terms laid out to them.”

Master then walks in front of them and yells out a loud voice, “Since you white boys agreed to the term, why the hell are you still in clothes?  Strip now, slaves!”

The boys all look a Master in shock like a deer caught in headlights.  So Master Marcus hits one of the boys in the back with the cane, causing him to cry out in pain.  

This broke the boys out of their shock and they all started stripping.  Many are crying like little bitches. They have never experienced true humiliation until now!  Will except from Freddy and Charlie after they raped all the boys.   

All my frat brothers are now kneeling, naked and I am sure very humiliated. Then I think, I should be naked too.  So, I quickly strip as well and then kneel down next to Master’s mother.  For some reason, I don’t feel humiliated at all.  Just the opposite.
  
At that point, all the black men from the dungeon line up in front of the white boys.  My organizational and curious brain wonders how the Master and slave selection will be done.

Master soon answers my question, “White boys, these are to be your Masters.  You once thought of them as slaves but you were so wrong.  Because no black man will ever be a slave, especially to white boys like you!  Now it is time to see who really is the Master and who is the slave.”

Master then motions to one of the black men, “My brother please select a slave to own.”

The black man looks through the crowd of white boys and then spots one he likes.  He points to the boy.  Master Marcus then walks through the cowering boys. They quickly make room for him to pass.  He grabs the boy by his right arm and pulls him to his feet.  Master Marcus walks the boy over to the black man, and pushes the white boy to his knees in front of his new Master. 

One of Master’s other slaves, hands Master a contract like the one Freddy and Charlie signed earlier.   Master drops the contract and a pen in front of my frat brother.  At this point, I’m not sure they are my brothers anymore.  Maybe brother slaves, I don’t know.  

“Read and sign the contract.”

The boy picks up the pen with shaky hands.  I think I will be doing the same thing very soon!  I know what the boy is feeling because I feel the same thing.  Is this really what I want?  What is worst going to jail and being a black man’s bitch or being a slave now to these black men.  Yet, I know what I want.  I want to be a slave to my Master.  He did the right thing and stood up to Freddy and Charlie.  Something I could never do.    He saved me from being their slave for life.  I owe him my life in exchange.  I know it will be life of service but that is who and what I am.  At least that is what I did learn from being Freddy and Charlie’s slave. 

The boy finally places the pen on the contract and signs his life over to serving his Black Master.  Deep down, I smile knowing it is the best thing for him.  He needs a strong man to guide and control him.  All my frat brothers are weak-minded like me and need someone to take charge of their lives.  If not then something like this will end up happening again and again. 

One by one all the Black Masters pick a boy to own.  There are more boys than Masters. So, my Master asks if any of the Masters would like a second slave.   A few said yes and were told to pick out their second slave.  Finally, all the boys have been assigned a Master.  

They all sign their contract.  Then Master’s other slave starts handing out slave collars to all the Black Masters.   One by one each boy is collared as Master’s slave shows them how to link the collars to their phone.  I assume their some app they are using.  

Finally, Master walks in front of me.  I look up at him with a smile.  

“By now boy you know what is expected.”

He throws a contract in front of me.  I pick it up and I’m a little shocked at how much control he will have over me.  I knew it was a lot. Yet, I didn’t know he could sell me if wanted to.  That I’m only a white slave animal in his eyes.  No different than some pet or livestock he owns.  I then realize this contract will be legally binding when the slavery law goes into effect.  Yet, I know I still know that this is what I deserve for what I did.  It is a fitting punishment, slave for slave. Plus, I admire my Master.  He did save me from Freddy and Chalie.  So, I set the contract down on the floor,  pick up the pen, and quickly sign it before I stupidly chicken out.  

Master is then handed a slave collar and opens it. 

“Slave place your neck into the collar.”

Just like I watched all my frat brothers do, I lean forward and allow the collar to close around my neck, locking me into slavery for the rest of my life! 

Master smiles down a me, “Good boy,” and pats my head like you would a pet.  It feels good and sends a spark down to my dick.  This is the second time that Master’s touch caused this type of reaction.  I start to feel connected to Master in a way I have never felt for anyone and I like it. 

After that, the house became an orgy mix with pet games with the new slaves.  The new black Masters used their new white slaves for their enjoyment.  Besides fucking in every which way, they would try to humiliate them for payback for being enslaved by them.  In the backyard, they would have the slaves compete with each other by throwing frisbees and having the slaves retrieve them.  The losing slave would be punished either by a cane or paddle from a dungeon.  Master would whisper in my ear that it is good training for the slaves to perform as quickly as they can for their Master.  I walked behind Master around the house as he monitored the games.  When he saw something he thought was too dangerous, he would point that out to the Masters and they would stop that game and move on to something else.  Master said that he doesn’t want the white boys injured because some doctor in the emergency room might ask too many questions.  Master explained to me how a Master can remove the collars if there is an emergency.  The Master just needs to long press the fingerprint sensor on the collar and press a button in the app on the Master’s phone.   He says once the collar is off then someone needs to be with the slave 24/7 to make sure he doesn’t say something about what is happening here.  I have a feeling Master is explaining all this so I will be that person and make sure that Masters and slaves behave responsibly.  Once again, I’m in the same role I was with Freddy.  Yet, I have the support and backing of my Master instead of trying to manage my Master's crazy ideas and behavior.  I’m in a better position now which is a lot less stressful.  Especially, since these black Masters seem to respect my Master’s advice, unlike Freddy and Charlie.

The white slaves have been completely humiliated and degraded to the point where I can see their egos are being broken.     

When everyone was ready to go to sleep, I explained to the slaves how to undress their Masters and put them to bed.  Freddy purchased cages for each of the bedrooms of the frat house.  So, after the Masters are put to bed, I locked the slaves into the cages.  All Masters except one has paired up.  I guess they bonded with each other as they while being enslaved.  Freddy did pair them up in the cells because we started not having enough cells to hold them individually.  These same pair of Masters are sleeping together now.  I think it helped them emotionally while being enslaved.  Freddy didn’t like it because he thought they would get too attached to each other and not bond with him. 

I then go downstairs to see my Master and Marcus making out on a couch.  I kneel beside their other slaves, waiting for new instructions.  I have learned Master’s other slave's name is Chris and Master Marcus’s slave is Kenny.   I also learned the names of Master’s parents and Marus’s mother.  I’m told to address them as Masters and Mistress. 

I am amazed that one day these powerful black people have transformed this frat from white control bigots to black-controlled frat that any would respect now!  It shows that black people should be respected and admired.  They should be in control of us weak-minded white animals.  What happened shows that white people shouldn’t be in control anymore.  I vow to myself to support black people in any way I can.  

Master breaks his make-out session with his boyfriend, “Boy, are all the Masters put to bed and the slave securely caged for the night?”

“Yes, Master.  I showed all the slaves how to help their Masters undress and get to bed.  I have secured all the slaves in the cages.  All of the Masters have paired up and are sleeping together except for one.”

Master smiles down at me and ruffles my hair, “Good boy!  You will do this every night from now on.  I can’t yet trust those slaves to not try something stupid.  However, with some training, I’m sure we will get them to be loyal slaves for their Master.  You’re going to help with their training and report back to me on their progress.  My father and mother would be coming to the frat to train the new president of the frat on how to own and train slaves. He and you will train the other Masters.  My mother has written a complete manual on how to train a white male animal.  You will read it in detail and help my Father and Mother in any way they need.  Is that understood, slave?”

I yell out with as much eagerness as I can muster, “YES, MASTER! I WILL HELP OUT AS BEST I CAN TO SERVE MASTER JAMIUL, MISTRESS NAHLA, and the new president.”

“Excellent, slave.  Make me proud!”

“I will do my best to make you proud, Master.”

“It’s late, is there a room where we all can sleep?”

“Yes, Master.  Freddy’s room is not being used.  No one wanted to go in there and be reminded of him.”

“I can understand that. Go prepare the room for us.”

“Yes, Master.”

As I get up to leave, I hear Master tell slave Chris to go feed slave Freddy in the dungeon.  Slave Chris rushes off in the opposite direction towards the kitchen.  Slave Kenny continues to give foot rubs to both Masters as they go back to making out. 

As I head up the stairs, Mistress Nahla stops me and hands me a tablet.  

“White boy, this is a special tablet that has my manual on how to train white male animals.  Your Master ordered you to read, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She still hasn’t released the tablet so we are both holding it at the moment.

“Also, on the tablet is access to all the white slave’s whereabouts and tasks they are assigned at any given moment.  It has access to all the slave camera feeds as well.  It can also punish a slave if needed.  I’m told you can be trusted.  That you will be helping me out in the training of the Master and their new white slaves.  Can I trust you, white boy?”
  
I squeak out in fear and respect, “Yes Mistress.  I will do whatever I can to serve my Mistress and Master.  I want to be your son’s devoted white slave boy.  I will do whatever it takes to make that goal happen.”

“Good answer, slave!  Remember, to me you’re just a white male animal that needs black people to own you.  I do care what motivates you as long as you follow my orders without question.”

“I understand, Mistress!”

“Good! You can go now.  Make my son proud of you, white slave animal.”

She then releases the tablet. 

“Thank you, Mistress.  I will Mistress.”

I then run up the stairs wondering what is in the manual Mistress wrote.  

Freddy’s room is a mess.  Clothes are scattered all over the place.   Dirty dishes and food wrappers are scattered all over the room too.  I pick up everything and put new sheets on the bed.  I grab new towels for the private bathroom.   I’m not sure what to do with all of Freddy’s trophies and family pictures.  I’m sure Master doesn’t want to see them.  So I find some gym bags and put all Freddy’s personal items in the bags and through them in a closet for now. 

I do the same to all of Freddy’s clothes.  Now, the room looks like no one has lived here previously.  Good.  The less Master is reminded of Freddy’s previous life the better. 

When I go downstairs, I take Freddy’s dirty dishes to the kitchen, and then I rush to kneel in front of Master again.  After what feels like forever but maybe only 10 minutes, Master looks at me. 

“So, is the room ready?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good let's go to bed.”

Master and his boyfriend lead us upstairs.   Chris, Kenny, Charlie, and I follow our Masters to the president's suite. 

The bed is a king-size bed.  Master and Marcus order us to strip them.  Eight hands strip the two Masters quickly.   They fall in bed together and make out again.  

Master breaks his kissing and orders, “Slaves, get in bed and massage us.”

Each one of us starts massaging different parts of our Masters's body, two boys per Master.   They seem to love the attention and we love giving the attention they deserve.  I have found my purpose in life. 
 
After a while, we all fall asleep, cuddling up against each other. 

In the middle of the night, we all hear screams coming from down the hall.   

I wake up first with my face in Master’s feet.  Remembering what all that happened, quickly run out of the room.  I hear screams coming from one of the rooms.  It is one of the black Masters who did not share a bed with the other black Masters last night.    

Master rushes to my side with Marcus and the slaves behind them.  Then Mistress Nahla and Master Jamiul are beside us.  Master Jamiul slowly opens the door.  What we find shocks us all.  

The black Master is throwing everything around in the room, breaking anything he can get his hands on.  Master Jamiul, my Master, and Master Marcus all quickly rush into the room and hold him down until the black man finally comes down.  Mistress kneels in front of the black Master being restrained.  She talks to him in a smooth calm voice as one would with a child.  After the black Master calms down, the Master’s holding him carries him to the bed.  

Mistress Nahla lies with him as he cries in her arms.  She looks at her husband. 

“Call Doctor Wilson in the morning and I will stay with him until she arrives.”

Her husband nods at her and closes the door.  However, he then sits on the floor by the door listening to them.  Master stays with him as his father holds his son.  By this time everyone in the house are walking out of their rooms wondering what has happened.  Marcus reassured them everything is OK and to go back to bed.  Marcus then leans against his boyfriend and all of us slaves cuddle up to our Masters, comforting them the best we can. 

In the morning, we are woken up with Mistress Nahla opening the door and looking down a us. 

“He is asleep for now.”

She looks at her husband, “Call Doctor Wilson now and see if she is available.”

“Yes, my love.”

“I will stay with him until she arrives.”

Master Jamiul makes the call while all of us go back to our room.  We dress our Masters to go to school.   I almost forgot my Master is in high school!   Yet, is more mature than any of my frat brothers were.  

We all go down to the dining room and go into the kitchen to start breakfast for everyone in the house starting with my Master and his boyfriend. 

Not long after slave Chris comes in, “Sir, I was told I need to help with breakfast.”

“OK boy, you can start by making toast.  We have a lot of men to feed so around here we do everything in scale.  There is a large air fryer there.”

I point to the commercial air fryer. 

“It can hold up to 20 slices of bread at a time.  Make 20 for the first set and then toast some more for the men that sleep in.”

“I will start with making the coffee and work on frying some eggs, ham, and bacon.”

We start working on our tasks and as more Masters wake they have some of their slaves help as well.  So we quickly have breakfast ready for the first of Masters as they wake up,

We fill up warmers with the food and take them on to the dining room.  

I whisper to slave Chris, “Go ahead and serve our Master.  Then other slaves should will follow your lead.  Help them if they need anything else.” 

Chris rushes off to plate his Masters food, while I go around a ask if any of the Master’s like some coffee.  I used to work in a restaurant so know how to feel a lot of people.  I didn’t come from a wealthy white family like the other slave boys.   Freddy got me into the frat one day when I served him a the restaurant I work at.   He asked if was willing to work for his frat instead and he will pay for my boarding.  So, I jumped at it.  I never dreamed it would lead to being a lifelong slave to an amazing Master.    

As expected slave Kenny got up and started serving Master Marcus and soon other slaves got the hint.   I always thought leading by example was better than fear like Freddy and Chalie did. 

Soon, I hear a doorbell ring.  I’m nervous about what to do.  I used to be the one who would open the door.  Yet, now I’m naked and have no way to put on clothes without my Master’s permission.  I doubt he would like it if I put on shorts without asking.  So, I whisper in my Master’s ear. 

“Master may I put on shorts to answer the door.”

Master looks at me strangely, “No, of course not.  You are fine the way you are. Now!  Go answer the door before she leaves.”

She?  Master must know who is at the door.  So, I have to trust his judgment and answer it naked and collared. 

I walk to the door very nervously and pull the door open wide, now I think I should really hide behind it. 

An older black woman, twice my age, is standing before me. 

“Well white boy, are you going to just stand there or invite me in?”

I clear my voice and ask, “Please mam come in.  Who have you come to see?”

“Mistress Nahla, boy now show me to your Mistress before take out my paddle.”

She pulls out a small paddle from her purse.  My eyes widen and I understand she knows what is happening very well around here.  So, I close the door and lead her up the stairs to where Mistress Nahla is still comforting the poor black man from last night.  I go to take the slave boy out of the cage but the woman says, “Leave him and give me the key to the cage.  I suspect the boy is the trigger for this man's manic behavior.” 

About an hour later the boy is released and is running down the stairs, heading for the front door.  I quickly grab the tablet the Mistress gave me and the nearest boy, him, automatically pops on the screen.  It is ask if I want to temporarily disable the slave, yes or no.   I pick, Yes just before the boy reaches the door.   He screams out in pain and falls to the ground, pulling at the collar for dear life! 

Master runs into the hall finding me shocking another slave boy.  He grabs the tablet from my hand and asks what is happening.  

I’m shocked as I watch the boy on the floor shaking like he's having a seizure or something.  The shock stops and the just boy lays there not moving!  

I ask Master, “Did I kill him?”

Now! I’m really worried.  Master walks over to the boy and feels for a pulse. 

“He is alive.”

Master Jamiul adds, “The collars are designed not to kill slaves but to immobile them temporarily until the Master can retrieve his property.  It looks like he had a seizure but he did not.  He is almost asleep now dreaming. 

He calls out, “Who owns this boy?”

I say, “Master, he came from the room with the man from last night.  You know the man who had a break from reality.  I gave the key to his cage to the woman who came to the door.  She is a therapist, right?  She thought the boy was the trigger for the episode last night.  I can only assume she let him free and he was so scared he tried to run away.  Master, I had to stop him before he ran outside.” 

He looks at me for a moment then slaps me on the back. 

“I was right to allow you to be my son’s slave.  Good call in using the tablet.  I don’t think that man will be able to handle a slave a the moment.  All though, next time, don’t just hand over keys to a slave’s cage who doesn’t own him.  Ask your Master what you should do.  Understand boy?”

“Yes Master, please forgive me for giving the keys out like that.  You’re right, I should have talked to my Master first.”

“Well, I think you should be punished for that mistake otherwise how will you truly learn, right slave?”

I say in fear, “Yes, Master.”

At the moment, Master Jamiul brings up my name on the tablet and press the punishment button. 

I instantly fall to the ground screaming and then I start shaking as the boy did before.  The pain is so horrible.  All I want to do is run and hide.  Yet, none of my muscles work.  I just have to endure the pain until it stops.  It stops for a minute then starts up again.   

I try to scream out, “OH FUCK…..,” but I lose control of my voice muscles as well.   Effectively if no one saw what was happening, they wouldn’t hear me trying to yell because I can’t.  I’m at the mercy of this dam collar that I willingly put my neck into!   The shock stops and starts two more times before my punishment is over!  

I’m laying on the hardwood floors completely out of my mind. I think. I'm just thankful the punishment is over. 

Then Master Malik pulls the boy off the floor and pulls him into the dining room where most of the black Master's are eating. 

I hear from the foyer, "Who wants another white slave boy?"

That's when Master Jamiul pulls me to my feet and hands me back the tablet. 

"Find out how to transfer ownership."

I look through the instructions manual and find out that the current owner has to place his fingerprint on the button called 'Release Ownership' in the M/s app and press his finger on the sensor on the collar at the same time. After that, anyone can takes ownership through the normal process. 

Marcus' mother comes through the front door.  I guess she went home for the evening. 

Master Jamiul explains what happened in the middle of the night and now the slave needs a new owner.  

She pulls out some forms for ownership transfer. She says she talked to Master Frank last night and he gave her all the official paperwork that the government will be using to process a slave as legal property. In these forms is a form for ownership transfer. She says we should use these forms from now on. 

At that point, the manic black man from last night is helped down the stairs by Mistress Nahla and the therapist, the older woman. 

The therapist says, "The poor man needs some special care. I know the right place for him to help him recover from his trauma."

Master Jamiul calls his son over with the boy. 

He says to the therapist, "Before you go we need to transfer ownership of this boy.  He needs to place his finger on the boy's collar and then on 'Release Ownership' in the M/s app. 

The therapist sounds irritated, "Do what what you need to quickly before he breaks down again."

Master Jamiul says, "Yes Ma'am."

Mistress Nahla, "Helps the black press his fingerprints on the collar and the app."

Mistress Amari adds, "Here have him sign these forms too. Their ownership deed release form."

Mistress Nahla, "Helps him sign those as well."

Then Mistress Nahla and the therapist help the black man out of the house and into the therapist's car. 

The therapist comes back, informing us, "I want to schedule a session with every black man who went through that horror.  They most likely will have more underlying trauma."

Master Jamiul says, "Our Alpha slave here will take care of everything," then he pats me on the back. 
Did he just say I'm an Alpha slave? WOW! 

I quickly reply, "Yes Sir and Madam. I will arrange the Masters schedule to see you."

She then hands me her business card and hugs Mistress Nahla and leaves. They must be friends. I have to admire Master's mother. She took charge of the issue with the manic black man like a pro. She must have had to do a lot in the past. 

It turns out, the de facto leader of black Masters, the one who spoke up the first time in the dungeon, claimed the newly released boy.  

Master Jamiul goes speak to the Master then after a minute he motions me over.  I walk over to Master Jamiul and I immediately kneel at his feet.  Freddy had me do this a lot throughout the day when he wanted to fuck my mouth or do something for him.  So, it has become second nature to kneel in front of a Master.

"Boy, this is Master Trevor. He has agreed to be interim president of this Fraternity.  You are to report to him about all things concerning this frat.  As an Alpha slave, you will make sure all slaves serve their Masters with respect and devotion.  If any slave misbehaves you report it to Master Trevor. But Master Trevor has the authority to punish any slave with the approval of his Master of course. I'm sure all will agree with this. Later after everything is settled a new election will be held. You will manage all the little things that need to be taken care of on a daily basis. Put slaves to work day to day domestic duties as needed. Of course, the needs of their Masters come first.  Is that understood, slave?"

"Yes, Master Jamiul."

"One more thing my son agrees that Master Trevor can use your body however he wishes. He can punish you whenever you fail at your responsibilities.  So make my son proud to serve Master Trevor with respect and devotion."

"Yes Master, I will do my best to please Master Trevor by devoting myself to serving him however he wishes."

Master Trevor's first orders are, "Slave when the Masters or Mistresses are done with their breakfast, clean up after them and then report to the president's suite."

"Yes, Master." 

As each Master finishes his breakfast I quickly pick up his dirty dishes and bring them to the kitchen. Slave Chris and Kenny are there with hot water in the sink and towels in hand. He takes the dishes from me and starts cleaning them. 

"Thank you, boys, I appreciate the help."

Slave Chris says, "It's not a problem Sir, Mistress has been training me how to properly wash dishes as white slaves should."

"Is that why you're not using the dishwasher?"

"Yes Sir, Mistress says slaves should wash dishes by hand. Shortcuts are not the way to being a good slave."

"WOW! She has you well trained."

I bring in more dishes but have to wait for the Mistresses, Master Jamiul, Master Marcus and our Master to finish. So, I put the dishes away as Kenny dries them. 

I ask, "How did you both get enslaved?" 

Chris explains about the Managed Bullying program at his high school. They got to choose who they are enslaved to and they choose Master Malik and Master Marcus because they are superior strong black men.  I will have to agree with them on that. Kenny wanted to free himself from his brother's hold on him.  So, Chris talked Kenny into choosing Master Marcus in hopes he could free him of being Freddy's whore.  He is another victim of Freddy. 

So I laugh at Chris, "So, it's your doing for what has happened in the last two days.  Boy, you’re an untold hero in this story."

Master Malik and Master Marcus burst through the door to the kitchen. 

Master asks, "Who's the hero?" 

"Master, since slave Chris since he talked Kenny into choosing Master Marcus as his Master. So, Chris is started the chain of events that led up to today.  Therefore, I was saying he is an untold hero."

"Then slave Chris should be rewarded don't you think?" 

I happily say, "Yes, Master!" 

Master then grabs Chris from behind holding him by his arms, trapping his hands in the dishwater.  He kisses Chris on the neck causing him to moan out. 

Master laughs, "This boy needs a BIG reward."

Master is now rubbing the outline of his growing cock in the crack of Chris's ass. 

I hear him whispering something in Chris’s ear and Chris nods his head, moaning more.  

Masters orders out to no one in particular, “Get my cock out, lube it, and line it up to his hole.  My slave needs his reward, don’t you?”

Chris moans, “OH God! Yes… Master. Thank you, Master.”

So, I quickly run out to the living room, find some lube from last night, and run back into the kitchen, falling to my knees and then using my momentum from my run to slide between Master’s legs like this is some sporting event.  It is to me.  I even bang my head on the cabinet door, ignoring the pain in my head. 

I quickly get Master’s cock out, lube it up and line it up to Chris’s hole. When Master feels Chris's hole at the tip of his cock, he instinctively pushes in slowly and constantly until all 9 inches of his cock are in the boy.  I’m impressed that the boy took it so easily.  Master must have fucked him several times before, yet his enslavement hasn’t been that long either.   The boy must have been working his hole with dildos before his enslavement.  Wouldn’t surprise me that he would prepare his hole for his future Master.   He is definitely all in on Black Rule over white boys like us as their slaves.  Yet, I cannot say I disagree with him.     

Master Marcus now gets behind slave Kenny and calls out the same as Master.  So, I prepare his cock and Kenny’s hole as well.   I know Kenny has been fucked many times as his brother’s whore.  So, I am not surprised he took Master Marcus’s cock even easier than Chris took his Master’s cock.

I stay under Master Marcus as he fucks in and out of his boy’s hole.  This all makes me so horny that I lean up with my tongue and lick Master Marcus’s sweating balls.  I lick all around the balls, trying to lick as much sweat as possible.  I hear Marcus moan above me and hope it is because of my tongue.  Wanting to taste more of those delicious balls, I open my mouth as wide as I can and pop one in my mouth.  Using my tongue, I roll it around the ball while in my mouth.  I try to get the second ball in but his balls are just too big for my mouth.  So, I let go of one ball and pop the other in my mouth.   They taste so good.  Then I remember I should be serving my Master too.  So, I push the ball out of my mouth and crawl out from under Marcus and then under Master.  I provide the same services to him as well.  As I continue to serve him, I hear the two Masters kissing passionately above me.  Then I hear others kissing too.  I look over and see we have an audience watching us.  Several of my other Masters of the frat must have heard the fucking and came to see what was happening.   Some are kissing their white boy and others are kissing each other.  Yet, others are fucking their white boy’s mouth while watching my Master and his boyfriend fuck.   

I keep switching between my Master and Master Marcus.  Then I hear a groan from their boys and hear dishes moving.  When I switch between the Masters, I see they’re pushing down on the heads of their boys with one hand and their other hand is holding the head of the other as they aggressively kiss and tongue each other.  Chris is trying to hold his head from being pushed under the dirty water while Kenny’s face is pressed against the counter next to the sink.  

The Masters started moaning louder and increased their pace fucking the boys.  They push harder onto the boys, as they fuck them aggressively with one goal in mind until they stop kissing, raise their faces to the ceiling, and roar as loud as they can.  Chris’s head is under water and Kenny’s face is red from being pressed so hard to the counter.  I wonder what they are thinking at the moment.  It can’t be comfortable being fucked like that.  Is it really a reward for Chris?

Finally, the Masters face each other again and smile.  They relax and finally free their boy's heads from their uncomfortable positions.   Chris’s head pops out of the dirty water and starts breathing hard.  Yet, to my disbelief, Chris smiles like he’s flying high in a state of euphoria.  I see the same gleeful smile on Kenny’s face.  I smile at them, amazed at their love for their Masters. 

Then we hear clapping from all around us.  Yet, our Masters don’t really care.  They pull out of their boy’s holes and hug each other. 

After hugging and whispering to each other they separate and look down at me. 

Master orders, “Clean us.”

So, I dive onto their cocks.  It is the first time I got to touch their cocks and it felt so good.  I ignore that I’m just cleaning after they fuck another boy.  I switch between them loving the feel of their huge wide cocks on my mouth.  I sadden as their cock deflate despite knowing they would after fucking the boys.   

Finally, Master says, “Stop and clean the holes of your fellow slave.”

I smile up at him and say, “Yes, Master,” he then pushes my face into Chris’s hole.  Now, I finally getting to taste cum not just residue from their cocks.   I push my tongue in as deep as I can causing more delicious cum to leak out.  After no more cum comes I have to have more.  So, I switch to Kenny’s hole.  Fuck Master Marcus’s cum is just as delicious.  I wonder, are all black men’s cum this good?  Or is it that I just love serving dominant black men so much that I made myself like it more than a white boy’s cum.  I suspect a little of both.  Yet, I don’t really care what makes it delicious as long as I can eat it every day of my life!

When I’m done, Master orders all of us to clean up the kitchen.  They then hold hands and walk out of the kitchen. 

I look down a the floor and see more cum spatter on the floor and cabinet from the fucking our Masters just did.  So, quickly start licking the floor.  Kenny and Chris helped me by licking the cabinets clean.  We must look like fucking perverts but we don’t care as long as our Masters use us and give us ample amount of cum every day. 

All the others Masters laugh at us as they leave the kitchen too.  I then find a mop and start mopping the kitchen as Chris and Kenny finish with the dishes.  

I ask, “So you guys like to be treated that rough?”

Chris smiles at me devilishly, “Hell Yes, The rougher my Master is the more I like it.”

“Aren’t you scared?”

Chirs laughs, “Fuck, Yes, but I know Master will keep me safe.  Kenny and I are swimmers so we can hold our breath for a long time.” 

Kenny adds, “The first day I was enslaved by Master, he and his mother held me underwater in a hot tub while they took turns fucking me.  They pull me up just in time to catch my breath and then dunk me again.  I was so fucking scared I was going to drown.  But, towards the end, I just let go and let them have fun with me.  That’s when I knew I would die for my Master if he wanted to.  However, he kept me safe and I lived another day to serve him.  I was so grateful to him that devoted my life to him without question.   What our Master’s did to us is nothing.  It makes them happy and that is all that matters.”

“WOW, You two are truly devoted to your Masters.  I hope I can be just as devoted to Master Malik as Chris is to him.”

Chris wipes his hands, comes over, and hugs me.  Kenny joins us. It feels good to get hugged by my fellow slaves.  I love being a slave now. 

We start kissing each other in a three-way kiss.  Our tongue traces each other and it is the most sensual experience of my life.  These young boys know how to kiss so passionately.  I love them both. 

About 5 minutes later Master Malik walks into the kitchen without us hearing him.  

He clears his voice, “Having fun my boys?”

We break the kiss, embarrassed for some reason.  I wonder if we are not allowed to kiss each other like that?

Master laughs, “Don’t stop. I find it hot.”

So, with his blessing, we continue making out with even more passion.  The experience is even more special now that Master is watching us. 

A minute later, Master Marcus joins Master's side holding his boyfriend by the waist.  Each of us steel glances at them. 

Master then looks at his watch. 

"OH! SHIT! Marcus we are going to be late for school."

Master walks over to us and breaks us apart.  All three of us are sad about not being able to continue making out.  So, we all have sad puppy faces 

"Boys there will be plenty of time to be together in the future."
  
Master then puts leashes on Chris and Kenny and pulls them out of the kitchen. I follow them to the foyer. 

Master turns to me, "Alpha slave keep this fraternity running smoothly.  Use the slaves of this fraternity to help you out with chores. But make sure those chores don't interfere with each slave's Master's needs. Remember Masters personal needs come first. Master Trevor will fill you in on the specifics of running this fraternity under Black rule."

He then pulls me into his arms and kisses me, taking control of my mouth and my whole body in an instant. I'm pudding in his arm.  This is the best moment of my slavery so far.  

Just as quickly as starting the kiss, he breaks it. 

He stares into my eyes, holding my face in his hands, "Be a good slave and make me proud to own you!" 

I whisper, "Yes, Master. I will be good and make you proud of me."

He strokes my face, sending a warm glow throughout my body. 

"Good boy. I know you will! Now run up and meet Master Trevor in his room."

With that Master turns and leaves pulling his naked slaves out the front door. 

Some students are walking by and pointing laughing at my fellow slaves. I want to yell at them but realize I'm naked and that would add undo attention to the fraternity. So, I quickly close the big door. Then I remember I need to run up to Master Trevor's bedroom. 

When I get to his bedroom, I knock and wait.  About 10 minutes later I hear, "Come in." I was afraid he didn't hear me or left the room. So, this was a test to see how long I would stay. 

I quickly open the door.  I see no one at first except one of his slaves locked in one of the room's two cages.  Each bedroom has a cage in it except Freddy was going to take two slaves for himself. Now he is a slave locked in a cell in the dungeon he created. 

As I was looking around, I saw new posters of powerful black people on the walls. 

Then hear, "In hear."

I walk into the president's office that's attached to the bedroom.  I have been in this office many times.  All propaganda of white supremacy is gone, replaced with great black leaders of the past and present day. Also, behind Master Trevor is slave Charlie massaging his neck.  I smirk at Charlie, laugh to myself at how far he has fallen.  I can see his face is red from being slapped and there is residue of tears on his face.  Wonder if Master Trevor has been getting his revenge on slave Charlie.    

Master Trevor orders, "Kneel in front of the deck, slave!" 

I see the chair has been pushed to a corner. So, I kneel in front of the desk. Under the desk are white feet and I hear sucking sounds. 

"Alpha slave." he laughs at me, "There is nothing Alpha about you, slave," spitting in my face. 

"Remember slave there is nothing special about you except for your Owner who saved us all. So, because of your Owner, I'm going to give you a chance to make up for what you did. You're going to have to prove you're worthy of helping me out. If you fail you will be in the dungeon as punishment. Part of the punishment would be locked in a cell for a month and to be used by any Master that wishes to play with you. Do I make myself clear, slave?", growling on the last sentence. 

Fear rushes into me and I know I have to earn the power Black Man's respect. 

Yes, Master."

"Good! BTW your Master has agreed to your punishment if you fail. The same punishment goes for any slave in this fraternity.  Your responsibilities are to make the day to day activities of this fraternity run smoothly.  Make sure all meals are done on time. All meals are to be healthy with the right amount of protein and good carbs for the growing black men of this fraternity. All white slaves are to eat slave chow that is created by slaves of Father Michael. Cans of slave chow will be shipped to us by these slaves of Father Michael. I guess Father Michael created the collar you're wearing. Here are some recipes of delicious and healthy meals. I am a sports health major so I expect perfectly prepared meals with fresh organic vegetables. Only high-end ingredients of the meals that are fitting of our status as Masters."

I take the binder of recipes. It's a good thing I worked at a high-end health-oriented restaurant. 

"Besides fixing the meal your responsibilities will include training all the slaves in domestic services for their Masters. This includes the following : 
making beds, 
laundry, 
vacuuming, 
dusting and polishing, 
cleaning private bathrooms in the Masters’ bedrooms, 
taking care of the yard, 
cleaning up the dungeon after each use
any maintenance work around the house. 
dress their Masters for all occasions 

All slaves will serve domestically as well as sexually.  If any of the slaves fail in their domestic duties, you and the disobedient slave will both be punished.  The slave will punished on the spot when he fails any domestic service.  For you, each time any slave fails his domestic services, a demerit will be added to the total of your demerits.  At the end of the week, you will be punished.  I will administer your punishments in the dungeon.  The demerits will determine how long we stay in the dungeon. The more demerits the longer I get to punish you!"

He laughs sadisticly at the last statement.  A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of being ‘punished’ in the dungeon with Master Trevor.  I don’t think he likes me very much.  I can’t blame him.  In his mind, I could have saved all the black men from their enslavement.  But I was too weak.  I let Freddy’s control me with fear, humiliation, and blackmail. 

“Now, let's talk about why all the Masters are still in good standing, despite some of them being locked up for 6 months or more.  Slave, tell me, how is that possible?”

“Master Trevor, some of the frat bro.. I mean white slaves, sat in the classes and took the tests for the Master.  Most of the classes are large with 100 students, so the teacher never notices that a couple of his black students were missing.  Our college is very diverse in all races.  So, there were other black students in each of the classes so one being missing wasn’t noticed.  Other classes were online so we used deep fake software to superimpose the black Master’s body on top of the white slaves camera feed.  The Black Master’s Voice was also deep faked.  One of the white slaves is really good at deep fake and the use of AI’s.  Slave Freddy chooses only strong smart black Masters to lock up. So, all of the black Masters are on academic scholarships.  None are on a sports team so no teammates or coaches to worry about.  All families are far away so they never visit.  They couldn’t afford the airfare since they are low-income families.  He chose black men who were the only children so now brothers or sisters would call.  Brothers and sisters know each other better than the parents do.  Despite using deep fake and AI’s to mask their video or phone calls, brothers and sisters might realize something is up.”

“You assholes really thought of everything!”, shaking his head in disgust.        

“Well, we are going to do the same thing for slave Freddy.   His punishment will be that he is locked up in his cell for 6 months.  Any Master will be able to take out their revenge on him anytime they like.  They know that he cannot be harmed to the point of being put in the hospital.  You will have an AI monitor the dungeon 24/7.  You and I will train the AI to know what is safe play and what is not.  When it looks like the play is not safe a warning will be called out by the AI.  This way any white slave used by his Master will know what is safe and what is not.  We can’t have slaves going to the hospital for being injured in the dungeon.  The marks on the slave’s body would let alone be a red flag.  Plus, Master Jamiul and Mistress Nahla will train me and you on how to play safe.  You will be used as the slave to be trained.  After I’m trained by Jamiul and Nahla then I will train the other black Masters how to play safe and train their respective slaves.”

I nod my head in understanding.  

Master Trevor goes on, “Once the volunteer slavery law goes into effect then we will not have to worry so much.

I ask, “Master Trevor, may I ask a question?”

He responds with a little annoyance, “Yes, Slave.”

“What are you going to do about the white slave’s parents?  A deep fake for them will only go so long.  Sooner or later they will be coming to visit their sons.”

Master laughs, “We are going to out them to the parents.  We are going to explain everything that happened and threaten them that if they don’t give up their sons to us then it all goes public.  As you know all the white assholes slaves came from wealthy and respected white families.  They don’t want their sons to ruin their reputations and impact their businesses.  Plus, we will threaten to suit them for all their worth.  The suit itself would be in the news for years causing their business to lose its customer base.  Any stocks they own we will shame everyone to stay away from those stocks.  They will in the end be poor and working labor jobs.  Or they could just give us their sons and all will be kept quiet.  Master Jamiul and Mistress Nahla are now the lawyers for all the Masters. I’m sure they can handle the negotiations with the families.  They looked at all the slave’s trust funds and found that the slaves needed to stay in school in order for them to continue to receive the trust fund. The trust fund is legally the slave money except if they drop or fail college. Part of the negotiations is that the slaves will keep the trust fund.  I know you are the only one of the slaves who doesn’t come from a wealthy family. Why is that slave?”

I look down in ashamed, “Freddy got me into the frat.  He and his brother Charlie raped and beat me the first day I showed up at the frat.  Freddy said I had to do what he wanted and help run the frat as a white-ruled frat.  He showed me the first black man he locked up.   He threatened to enslave me as he did to the black man if I ever said a word.  He had frat brothers watch me 24/7 to make sure I did what I was told.  Master, I’m sorry, he even threatened my family.  He said he would ruin them and enslave them as well if I ever talked.  I had to keep my family safe from the monster.  I’m really sorry for my part in all this.  I should have been stronger and sacrificed myself and my family to save you and the other black men.”

Now a little angry he spits out, “Yes, bitch you should have sacrificed yourself and your family to save us. Yet, I can understand the love for family and it can cloud your judgment.  Well, it is a good thing your Master came to save us and your white ass.”

“Yes, Master.  I’m very grateful for my Master.  He is an amazing black man that I’m indebted to for the rest of my life.”

“Yes, you should be grateful, bitch. He saved us all from the evil monster in the dungeon. I can see in a way that you were a slave to that monster too.  Always be grateful for your Master in saving your ass from the monster.”
 
“I am and always will be, Master Trevor.”

“Good, I can see why your Master chose you to be his slave.  Devotion like that is a bond that is hard to break.  Yes, I can see now you will be his devoted slave for the rest of your life.”

“One last responsibility.  You will make sure all the slaves get to class on time and that they keep up their grades.  We don’t want to lose our slave’s trust fund do we, slave?”

“No, we do not, Master Trevor.  I will make sure that all the slaves get to their class and keep up their grades.” 

“Good, I can count on you to keep up your responsibilities?  You know the punishment for failing in your responsibilities, right slave?

“Yes, Master, I understand my responsibilities and will do my very best to fulfill them to your satisfaction.  I understand my punishment for failing would be a month in the dungeon for any Master to use me.”

I shiver at the thought of 30 black Masters punishing and using me for their revenge.  I might end up like the manic black man from last night.  To lose my mind like that scares the shit out of me! 

“Excellent, slave.  Also, for recruitment.  I want this Frat to grow with black Masters and white slaves only.  If anyone wants to join they have to be either one.   This is now a black-ruled frat.   Any white boy wanting to join must become a slave and his family must be informed. We don’t want some white ass privileged father or mother accusing us of enslaving their son.”

“Yes, Master Trevor.  I will make sure the families are informed before the white boy is enslaved.”

“Good.  One more thing. You will call me Master when Master Malik is not around.  I’m your designated Master for when Master Malik is away from the frat.”

“Yes, Master.  I understand.”
 
“Good, you are now dismissed.  Get to work, slave.”

“Thank you, Master.”

I then quickly leave the office through the door to the hallway.  I have a lot of responsibilities now and to prove to Master Trevor that I will not fail him.  I don’t want to end up where Freddy is now.