Owning my Family

Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, it includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, and consensual slavery. Where this story is set the age of consent for sex is age 16. If this offends you then please move on.

This new chapter is from the point of view of slave Rob. Former best friends Master Alex and Master Rob made a bet. The stakes of the bet are that the loser becomes the slave of the winner for the weekend. Unfortunately, Master Rob lost to Master Alex and now agrees to be Master Alex's slave. Slave Rob now gets a real education in what it's like to be a slave.

Author's Notes, even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn't condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life. The age of some characters is 16 and 17 so they are young adults. In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to being enslaved for consensual slavery and BDSM scenes. So the slaves are also genetically different since they are the product of a breeding program designed to create 100% submissives or 100% dominants (See MSDS Society as references). The Society that bred our slave David knows of a submissive and dominant gene. They used that knowledge to breed more submissives and dominants. For our slaves David, Billy, Jimmy, and Mike (Sparky) they are 100% submissives. This breeding made them so submissive that they want, no need to be enslaved. It is a deep desire that they cannot control.

Characters:

Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of 5 slaves

and designated Master of slave David and Slave Adam. 6ft 3in tall,

200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut

10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles, and zero body

fat. The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door.

Slave David Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, formerly married to

Adam and former Father of three boys. Two of the boys are twins.

David is 5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6-inch dick, small frame but

well toned with muscles that make his features sand out.

Slave Adam Anderson - Slave to Master Frank, married to David and

Father of three boys. Two of the boys are twins. Adam is 5ft 6in

tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes. A face of an

angel. He did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a

stay-at-home Dad.

Jeffery Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of pup

slave Sparky, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy. Jeffery is 58, 160#,

5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5-inch dick, brown hair with gray

highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor. He's a

successful general contractor with experience in both residential

and commercial construction.

Slave Jamie - Slave of Master Frank. He was a friend of slaves

David and Adam, 38, 5ft 8in tall, slim body, blond hair, blue

eye, 160 pounds, and 6-inch cut dick. He was on the swim team in

high school and college. He's a member of the city council and

president of the school board.

Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin

boys. Designated Master of slave Jimmy and slave Billy. 6ft 2in

tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches

around cock, solid muscles, and zero body fat.

Slave Billy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David

and Adam, one of the twin boys. Now adopted by Master Frank.

Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown

eyes, slim and smooth. A swimmer's body.

Slave Jimmy Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son of David

and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut

6 inches dick, orange hair, green eyes, slim, and smooth. A

swimmer's body.

Slave Robert Johnson - Best friend to Master Alex. 17, 5ft 10in

tall, muscular build due to wrestling training. Captain of the

high school wrestling team.

Slave Nicky - former Slave of Master Rob, now slave to Master

Alex. Son of slave Jamie. He was a friend of slave Jimmy. On

the swim team with slave Jimmy, 17 5ft 8 inches tall, 150 pounds,

blonde and blue eyes, and 6.5 cut dick.

Jason Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank's twin

boys. Designated Master of Sparky. 6ft 2in tall, 200#, jet black

hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, Solid

muscles, and zero body fat.

Slave Sparky / Mikey Richardson (formerly Anderson) - Former son

of David and Adam. Age 17, 150#, 5 ft 6 in tall, uncut 7-inch

dick, blond with blue eyes, all-around tone but muscular body.

Has the face of an angel. He could have been a model in another

life.

Ralph Peterson - Pup slave of Master Jason and Owned by Master

Frank. He is 33, 5 ft 9 in tall, cut 8-inch dick, black hair

with brown eyes, lean and build. Before owning the leather shop

downtown, Ralph worked in residential and commercial

construction. He won a lot of money in Vegas, and he used to buy

the shop downtown with an apartment upstairs, which is now being

converted to slave quarters.

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POV slave Rob

I can't believe I lost! After beating Jason, I was so sure that I could take Alex too! The rush of beating Jason and making him my bitch got the best of me! I shouldn't have just gotten into another fight so soon. Plus, I shouldn't have let the pain in my balls distract me. It was just unexpected! Yet, I should have foreseen my balls were unprotected and vulnerable to attack! For that matter, I should have used the same tactic. Shit! This was one of the most critical challenges I have ever faced. There was so much at stake. Why the hell did I even agree to the fight? Yet, now looking up at the hot Jason standing over me, I know the answer! His cock is still dripping white creamy cum. The same cum all over my chest and face! When he looks down at me, does he still want to be my boyfriend and bitch? Or, does he see another slave to control? Kneeling here in front of him and collared makes me feel like a slave. But! I am not Jason's slave but Alex's. My thoughts are interrupted by Alex,

"Brother, you did great! Thanks for taking one for our family."

He replies, "Anything for you brother! We are a team, right!"

"Dam straight we are."

Master Frank adds, "Good job boys. That is how you can enslave others if you have a boy that resists. Use the boy's ego against them!"

I look up at them with my mouth open! Did they plan this all along?

Master Frank smiles down at me, "Slave, let this be a lesson to be careful who you challenge in a fight and realize what really is at stake! Now you are a slave to my son just like any other slave on this farm. Don't even think about running. If you try, I will have to enslave you for good. Do I make myself clear, SLAVE?", saying loudly to drive home his point.

I quickly yell out in fear, "YES, MASTER!"

"Good slave. Alex, take your slave and show it what real slavery is all about!"

Alex smiles with a sadistic grin, "With pleasure, Dad."

Alex clips a leash to my collar, pulling and dragging me to my feet. He turns and starts walking fast. I am stumbling behind him, falling to my hands and knees several times. Alex looks back at my slaves, Nicky and Jamie, then orders,

"Come slave, what the hell are you looking at? You're now my slave so you better be following me like the bitches you are."

I look back to see Nicky and Jamie running to catch up with their new Master. OH FUCK! This is humiliating!

When we get to the outside slave showers, Alex grabs my wrist and shackles them to the hanging steel cuffs above my head. Then I hear a chain rattling and my wrist is being pulled up until I am on my tipping toes. We are in a different shower stall than the one I used for my slaves earlier. This one has a mechanical wrench.

I watch as Alex steps back and sits on a stool.

"Slave shave your fellow slave. It looks like you did a great job on each other so do the same to your former Master."

I glare at Alex with anger that has been building up since I found out he planned to enslave me all along. I pull on my wrist, shaking them and spinning at the same time. I can't take it anymore!

I yell out "ALEX! WHAT THE FUCK! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? WE ARE BEST FRIENDS."

Alex rushes over to me and backhands me across the face! Fuck that hurt! I instinctively try to pull my hand down but forgot they are shackled above me.

I look at him in shock! He has never hit me like that before.

Alex grabs my sore face and squeezes my cheeks, looking into my eyes.

"Slave, get this straight! As long as you are a slave we are not friends. You are my property now! You signed the Slave Contract and willingly place your neck into my collar. That makes you my slave. I will not treat you any different than any other slave I own! Do I make myself clear, SLAVE?"

I look at him for a long time. I know I did everything he said. I agreed to the challenge. I signed the contract for Jason hoping he sees that I am honorable. I even placed my neck in the collar knowing what it means and how much it can do to control me! But they tricked me! Yet, deep down, I know it is my fault. I shouldn't have ever agreed to the challenge in the first place.

Finally, I whisper, "Yes, Master."

Alex growls, "Louder slave, like you mean it."

Now, in my normal voice, "Yes, Master."

Alex growls and squeezes my cheeks tighter, "I said louder, BITCH!"

I yell out, "YES MASTER!"

"Better slave."

Alex releases me and sits back down, then points to my former slaves, "Get to work."

Look down as I see my former slaves start applying shaving cream to my legs. I watch the hair I am so proud of being taken from me. What makes it worst is the slaves I once owned are removing the hair. There is nothing I can do to stop them. I'm not their Master right now, Alex is. I am no better than they are. Little by little, my body is being transformed into a fucking slave! The beautiful chest hair that I love showing off is now smooth as my former slave Nicky's chest. Yet, for him, it wasn't as bad since he has to shave for his swim team and is naturally smooth. However, for me, it used to be a sign that I am finally a man. My face goes red with shame. Alex smiles as he jerks his cock. Fuck he enjoys seeing me be humiliated and degraded like this. What the fuck! Alex never looked at me the way he is watching me now! It makes me feel like one of his bitches. Is that all I am to him now, his bitch? That is how this whole thing started, we wanted to make one of us their bitch. Except, I am now the BITCH instead of Alex. My face feels hotter as Alex watches me get shaved while jerking his huge cock.

Fuck! I remember it deep in me. I remember begging Alex to fuck me harder. I would have never thought I would be the one begging to be fuck. I have had guys beg me to fuck them but never the other way around. I sound like the bitches I've fucked. That must be how Alex sees me now. No wonder he is eyeing me like a piece of meat! I beg him to fuck the shit out of me and loved it too! I can't ever take that back! The slaves reach my balls. One grabs my balls tightly while the other shaves them smoothly. Fuck I was just getting hair to grow there. They then remove my pubic hairs too. I whisper "Oh god no!".

slave Nicky whispers back, "It is OK we all have to be smooth for our Master."

I look at Nicky with tears forming in my eyes. How can he be so accepting of all this?

Alex yells out, "No talking slaves."

I look down at Nicky and whisper say, 'Thank you.' Nicky looks at me with mutual understanding, which makes me feel closer to my former slave. We are in this together.

When my body is as smooth as the day I was born, Alex adds to my shame.

"Shave its head, too."

I look at Alex with my mouth open wide. How am I supposed to explain my bald head to my Dad? I will have to explain about being a Master and then reduced to a slave. FUCK! I was going to be so proud to show off my slaves to my Dad. But now when this weekend is over I will have to tell Dad about the fight resulting in me becoming my best friend's slave. Shit, this sucks! What will my Dad think of me? Will he punish me for losing as he does with each of my normal fights? I hate him paddling me! But, I really hate letting him down even more! This is the worst thing that ever happened to me.

I watch as the hair on my head falls to the ground. Then they apply shaving cream on my scalp. It feels strange to have a blade running along my head. I even have to lean my head forward through my arms, looking at the ground, so my fellow slaves can get better access to my head! I have to watch my hair run down the drain.

The next thing I feel is a blast of cold water hitting my body. It's like stinging needles, everywhere from my face down to my toes. I try to move to avoid the cold water but it is impossible.

Alex yells out, "TURN AROUND!"

I quickly turn around to relieve the stinging on my front side, only to regret it as the cold water hammers the back of my head and neck. Alex works his way down my body. GOD DAM IT, HURT! Yet Alex runs the stringing cold water up and down my body several times.

Alex orders, "Turn again!"

I turn again but fear of being hit again in the front. When I face Alex, my nuts are his target! So, I yell out in pain as my nuts are blasted! I hear Alex laughing. Shit, he is laughing at my expense! After he has fun with my nuts, he focuses on my tender nipples, aiming the hose at one and then the other. Then back down to my nuts again! He works his way between all three of my most sensitive areas. I never felt so much pain in the most private parts. Then finally, Alex blasts my face, sting it onces again! I close my eyes and mouth tightly but some of fucking water goes up my nose. Alex laughs again then puts the garden hose down. I hang there dripping wet, looking at my body. It is red all over like I had a sunburn! Now I start to shiver as the water evaporates off my skin.

Alex walks around touching me with long traces of his fingers down my body. He pinches my muscles like he is inspecting them. He looks in my ears then orders me to open my mouth and sticks out my tongue. I'm surprised when he grabs it hard and twists it in his fingers. This is so fucking humiliating! He even pushes his finger into my mouth, running his finger along my gums and then deep into my mouth until I am gagging.

"Slave, it is going to have to learn to control its gag reflex in order to take my cock all the way down its throat! We will practice soon!"

Holly shit! How am I supposed to get that thing in my throat let alone all the way down it. It was bad enough up my asshole! I now have more respect for slaves who are their Master's massive cocks.

Alex continues to inspect my body as if he owns it. I look down in shame but jump when he grabs my balls. He squeezes them tightly causing me to grunt in pain.

With his other hand, he grabs my face again, "Slave, who owns these?" squeezing my nuts even harder.

As I look my best friend in the eyes, a tear runs down my face. I don't want to say it. Yet my cock is speaking for me as it starts growing. With the grunts of pain, I moan as well.

Alex squeezes harder," Tell me, SLAVE". Yelling out slave!

I can't take the pain anymore and yell, "YOU DO!"

Oh, fuck! Did I just admit that Alex owns my balls?

Alex pulls down hard on my sore nuts, "Who am I, slave?"

Continuing to look into Alex's eye, I yell out, "MY BEST FRIEND!"

Alex yanks at my nuts harder, growling, "WRONG SLAVE, TRY AGAIN!"

I scream out in pain. OH, GOD! He is going to make me say it. Tears are now streaming down my face. Why is he making me do this? I know who he is.

Squeezing harder, "Who am I, slave?"

I scream, "Master Alex."

Yanking my nuts again, "Who's Master am I, Slave."

"My Master, Please, Alex!"

Yanking them again, "Who owns you, slave?"

Crying from pain and humiliation, I cry, "You own me, Master."

Yanking them again, "Who does it obey, slave?"

"I obey you, Master."

Another hard yank, causing me to cry even more, "Who else does my slave OBEY?"

Groaning in pain and shame, "All Masters. I obey all Masters, Sir."

"Good slave. From now on it's no longer human. It is less than human. Just like all slaves I own. It's just a slave animal, a pet I own. Nothing more. I can do whatever I want to it and it has no choice but to take it and obey. That's its purpose now. Do I make myself clear, SLAVE?"

Squeezing harder and pulling up on my nuts until I lifted off my tippy toes, I scream, "YES, MASTER!"

To my relief, Master lets go of my poor aching nuts. Now I'm frightened of my Master. What is Master going to do to me?

Fuck I am thinking of him as my Master now. What the fuck is happening to me?

At that moment, the house slave comes walking down the path. As it did to me, it kneels at the Master's feet, kisses both of them, bows its head, and waits.

Alex growls at it, "WHAT?"

It looks up at Master, "Master Alex, please forgive me for the intrusion. My Master wishes to inform Master that dinner is about ready."

"Tell your Master, I will be there shortly."

"Yes, Master Alex. Thank you, Master."

Then I watch the slave run off up to the house, seeing its ass shake. This makes me want to fuck it. Yet, I am in no position to fuck any slave now. I just hope my nuts aren't damaged from Master's torture!

Master walks up to me and surprises me by hugging me. His strong arms feel so good, and in a twisted way, I feel safe. I'm so confused. One minute, I'm scared shitless of him, and the next minute, I'm safe in his arms. I lean into him with my head on his shoulders while Master whispers,

"It did good slave. It has accepted its submission to me, its Master and Owner. That, it's my property, a slave animal I own now."

Master grabs my cock and I jump, fearing Master is going to torture my cock too! But I'm surprised when Master starts jacking my cock slowly up and down. It's already hard which I can't understand why!

"My slave likes the idea of being my slave doesn't it?"

I moan out, "Yes" loving my Master's touch.

"Yes what, slave?"

"Yes, Master. Oh God, Yes Master!"

I'm hard and leaking again, giving Master lube to jack my cock even better. Oh God, it feels so good.

"I know slave, It wants to be my slave. It wants to be owned by me. Its worthless dick is telling me it wants to be owned. So slave, tell me it wants to be owned!"

God, I want to cum. So, moan out, "Yes, Master, I want you, Master. I want you to own me, Master."

I am right on the edge of cumming and will do or say anything Master wants just for the chance to cum.

And that is all it is, a chance because Master lets go of my dick. I let out a frustrating groan, wanting to feel Master's touch once again.

"Please Master!" I beg.

I have never been the type of guy to beg anyone let alone my best friend. Strong dominant men like me don't beg, let alone beg another Alpha. Yet, here I am begging for my best friend, my Master to touch me. I'm so ashamed but that only fuels my need for a Master's touch! I feel the power and strength I once had over men is being stripped away!

Master laughs in my ear, "Does it want its Master to touch it?"

"Yes please, Master" I moan in desperation. Oh fuck I need to cum so badly!

"What will my slave do for its Master?"

"Anything Master!"

"Then it will suck its Master cock balls deep at any time and any place! It will obey its Master or be punished. It will endure any slave training its Master wishes. Do I makes myself clear, SLAVE!"

The fear and need to cum are all mixed up as one. At this point, I will do anything my Master wishes just to feel his touch once more.

So, I scream out, "YES MASTER! I AGREE! PLEASE MASTER, PLEASE TOUCH ME AGAIN!"

"It will not use I' or me' in reference to itself. Slave is to refer to itself as it' or this slave' when referencing to itself. Understand SLAVE!"

Oh fuck! I am so confused but need to cum so bad that I will agree to anything Master wants to call me.

I scream out again, "YES MASTER, IT IS YOUR SLAVE. PLEASE MASTER, TOUCH IT AGAIN. OH GOD! PLEASE, MASTER!"

"Very good, slave. It's learning! It's not just a dumb jock, after all! Here is its reward."

Master grabs my cock hard and twists it, causing me to moan out in pleasure and pain!

I yell out. "FUCK!"

"It begged for its Master touch, didn't it?"

I moan, "YES MASTER! THANK YOU, MASTER!"

Did I just thank my best friend for hurting my cock! What the hell is Master doing to me? Master lets go of my cock, causing me to groan in frustration! Please just touch me again. I need Master to make me cum!

"Good slave. It should always be grateful for Master's use of this body even if it is painful at times. My enjoyment is more important than the wants of a SLAVE!"

Master then uncuffs my hands. I fall to my knees in exhaustion both physically and mentally. Master again grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. I automatically start to grab my cock. Yet, before I get my hand around it, Master slaps my hand away and grips my face tighter!

Master looks down at me with a growl, "NO SLAVE! That dick is now mine. It has just admitted so. It will never touch its dick without my permission or it will be punished.

I look up at Master with more fear!

"So, to make sure it follows my ORDERS!"

Master unclips the cuffs hanging above me and re-attaches them behind my back. I so want to reach around and jerk my dick. FUCK!

"Now slave, open its mouth for its Master!"

OH SHIT! I remember Master telling me I will be sucking his massive cock. I look at it and lick my lips.

Master yells, "OPEN!"

I jump at the verbal command but out of an automatic response, open my mouth as ordered! This is the same feeling I get when my Dad or my Coach orders me to do something.

"Go on, put it in its mouth."

Reluctantly, I lean forward and take my best friend's cock in my mouth. This is so humiliating! Ever since Alex moved to our community we have been best friends! I saw him more as a brother than just a friend. But now I am sucking him off as his SLAVE! Tears of shame and betrayal fall down my face. He pushes more of his cock into my mouth but it's too big! It's hard to get my lips over it.

Out of nowhere, Master slaps my face. I instinctively pull his cock out of my mouth and look up at him in shock!

Master growls with anger, "WATCH ITS TEETH, BITCH!", then rubs my right cheek and smiles warmly.

"Bitch, now take my cock in its mouth once more but watch those fucking teeth!"

I lean in again, opening my mouth even wider and wrapping my lips around my teeth. This time Master moans and I'm happy not to feel his anger. Yet, part of me is happy that I can give Master pleasure. So, I push it deeper into my mouth, pressing his cock at the entrance of my throat. I haven't sucked many cocks, especially not something this huge! I try to push it into my throat but gag and back off.

This doesn't satisfy Master, so he grabs my head and starts pushing. I try to pull back but Master is too strong. I gag again yet he doesn't care. Soon, I feel my throat finally open as the head pops in.

Holy Shit! I have his huge cock in my throat. In some twisted way, I feel proud. Master just holds me there for a while. It gives me my throat time to relax. As I look up into his eyes, he push it further down my throat. Again, I start gagging some but not as much as before. However, I still instinctively try to pull back yet Master holds me tight. I tell myself, I have to focus on relaxing! If other the other slaves can take Master's cock so can I. Little by little, Master gets his cock deeper into my throat. Every so often he lets me up for air but then forces himself even deeper than before. Finally, I feel Master pubes touching my nose. Master pushes as hard as he can into my throat so I have to take all of him.

"Yes slave, it did good for its first time. It has all of me in it now. How does it feel to have its Master cock deep into this throat? Not many can take it this deep."

For a sick, fucked up reason, I am proud of myself. Master just raped my throat and I had no choice but to take it. Yet, I'm proud that he raped me! Is this what my former slave felt when I fucked its throat?

Master slowly moves in and out, holding my head, controlling the pace. I have no choice but to allow him fuck my throat. Master humps my throat faster and faster. I pray that he will cum soon even though I don't look forward to being forced to swallow his cum. I have done the exact same thing to many guys and now I know what it is like! I have always thought my subs love to suck my cock. I never thought about what they felt like. It has always been about me and my pleasure. Now Master is doing the same thing to me! It's not like I imagined. I'm not loving it like I thought my subs did. You just have to endure the scull fucking and hope it is over soon. Now my jaw muscles are aching and sore. This is hard work to keep my mouth open and not let my teeth scrap my Master's cock. I fear how Master would punish me if scratched him.

About maybe 15 minutes but felt like hours, Master pushes his cock one last time deep in my throat and then roars. Seconds later, I feel cum flowing down my throat. Holly Shit! This is the first time a load is dumped directly into my stomach! I have used many guys as a cumbucket but I would never allow myself to be one! I feel more of my Alpha mindset is being stripped from me as Master takes control. What is going to happen to me after this weekend is over?

Master pulls his cock out of my throat and says, "Well done cocksucker. Do you like being my cocksucker?"

Had to think about it for a minute, but Master gets impatient, "Tell me, SLAVE!"

So, I just go with my gut and reply, "Yes, Master."

"Good slave. It will learn to be the best goddamn cocksucker in the world after I am done with it."

Do I really want to be the best cocksucker in the world? I guess I have no choice! Master then clips the leash to my collar, turns and pulls me to my feet. Once again I'm pulled along stumbling on the sharp rocks. Fuck those rocks hurt. I look back and see my former slaves following me without no signs the rocks are bothering them. How are they not showing signs of pain? Are they just hiding the pain better than me?

We finally get to the grass, feeling relief. Yet, when we get to the concrete deck, I wince as my feet burn from the sun beating down on the deck. Master puts on some sandals to protect his feet. I guess, us slaves have to endure being burnt!

Master sits in a patio chair beside his brother, father and uncle.

He points at all of us, "Kneel slaves."

His twin slaves join us a minute later. All five of us kneel around our Master. My knees and toes are now burning too. Look at my fellow slaves and they all have their heads bowed submissively with their hands behind their backs. So, I bow my head too. Since my hands are cuffed they are already behind my back. Shit, this is so humiliating! I have been a dominant man all my life! Now, look at me, humbling to another Alpha male. It's not how I should see myself as an Ahpla! Yet, my perception of myself seems to be change little by little. Plus, I have no choice as my reality is turned up side down.

Master points to me, "Come!"

I crawl forward. When I reach Master, he grabs my collar and pulls me next to his legs. Then to my surprise, he gently rubs my shaved head. In a strange way, it feels good. This allows me to finally relax since my enslavement. I smile loving my Master's touch. It's comforting in a way that I have never felt before. This is nice!

Master Paul comments, "Alex, it looks like your new slave cleans up well."

Master replies, "Yeah, it has a great body from all the years of training as a wrestler."

Master moves his hand down my neck to my upper back.

Master Paul adds, "It does have good muscle definition. I don't see too many as well trained as it is. For most of my slaves, I have put them through rigorous training to get to a state that makes them useful. If it was mine, it would be out in fields plowing the dirt right now!"

Master replies, "Well, I have always dreamed of putting a sub onto the back a plows and whip it to work harder. See it strain for me like that would so hot!"

Master Paul suggests, "You're welcome to try your slave out on a plow. It would be interesting to see how it performs."

Master likes the suggestion, "Thanks, Uncle, I have watched you whip your slaves as they plow your fields and admire your control of your property."

I look up at Master eyes wide! He is smiling happily at the idea of whipping me as I'm forced to plow his uncle's fields. I shiver with fear at the thought.

Master looks down at me, smiling even more, "It's OK. The whip will help it be a better slave. All my slaves feel my whip."

I look over at the twin slaves and they have huge smiles on their faces. Now I notice whip marks on their backs. Fuck! They are sick little fucks. Who would like to get whipped? I shiver in fear more when I look up at Master and he grins, looking like a kid in a candy store! He really does want to whip me. I look down shaking in fear and shame for letting this all happen to me. I glance up at Master's crotch, seeing his cock getting hard again. Is Master getting off at the thought of whipping me as I'm forced to plow the goddam field like a slave in the old times?

The house slave and Master Frank's older slaves Adam and David, come out with delicious smelling food. With my head bowed, I can't see what smells damn good. Then it hits me they are not serving us slaves yet. I have a sinking feeling it will not be something as delicious smelling as what is being served to our Masters!

After serving our Masters' food, the three older slaves bring out drinks for our Masters. I remember just a few hours ago I was also being serviced as a Master.

Then the older slaves of Master Paul comes out with two bowls. They place the bowls in front of me. One with water and the other with something that looks like some kind of stew. I look around at the slaves. My former slave Nicky is looking around at the more experienced slaves as well. The more experienced slaves just wait patiently. So, we follow their lead.

Master then looks down at all of us slaves and orders, "EAT!"

I wonder how I am supposed to eat with my hands cuffed behind my back. Then I watch the experienced slaves bend over and eat with just their mouths. I mouth *what the fuck'. Then my former slaves follow the experienced ones and start eating with their mouths too. I hear my stomach growling and all of a sudden I am hungry. So, I lean over the bowl of stew and take a bite. My god, it is cold and gross. I glance at the experienced slaves and they are devouring it. How can they eat this crap? My stomach growls again. Fuck this sucks.

Master slaps the back of my head, "Eat slave. If it doesn't finish soon I will have its generous food taken away and it can go hungry."

Fuck! I feel like I am 5 years old when my Dad said the same thing! Like then I do as I need to. I'm really hungry now. Still bent over the awful food, I take another bite and swallow. Then take another and another. Now! I'm eating it like I have been starving which I realize I am. I skipped breakfast, being so excited to own a slave. After eating the food, I get thirsty. I move to the water bowl but realize I have to suck up the water instead of licking as a dog would. Soon, both bowls are clean. I sit up on my knees again, not knowing what to do with food stuck to my face.

Master pats me on the head, "Good slave! It ate it all. This is what all my slaves eat. Be thankful it gets some tasty stew. It could get worse."

The pat on my head feels good but I'm not sure I should be thankful. What could he feed me that is worse? I would hate to find out. Yet, I realized once I started, it wasn't that bad. I guess you can get used to anything. I am certainly getting used to a lot of things now!

Master points to my slave Nicky, "Clean its face and do the same to each other."

We look at Master with confusion.

Master gets angry, "For fuck sake. Lick each other faces! Stupid slaves!"

The scolding reminds me of my Dad ordering me to clean my face. But at least then I could use water and a towel. This time my former slave and I have to use our tongues. Nicky starts first. It feels weird being licked. Like when my dog used to lick my feet. But it doesn't feel as good. I then lick my former slave's face. When I get to his mouth and want so badly to kiss him. Yet, I fear Master's punishment. I wasn't told I could kiss him. I glance around to see all the slaves doing the same thing to each other. At least we aren't alone in our humiliation. Once we are clean, Master says his goodnight to the other Masters and grabs my leash, ordering his other four slaves to follow.

Master leads us up to a huge room with a king-size bed. The second thing I see is a cage in the corner. It looks like a dog cage or one of the slave cages in the barn. I wonder what it would feel like to be put in a cage. You can't escape a steel cage like that!

Master uncuffs my wrists. Yes! I stretch them to get the stiffness out. As I stretch, Master hops on the bed face down.

He points to me, "Slave, get its face in my hole NOW!"

Yelling the last word gets me to crawl between his legs. I usually rim a boy before I fuck him so I know how to pleasure my Master this way! I pry his ass cheeks apart, leaning over, and push my face into Master's hole. I push out my tongue, licking up and down his crack. I hear Master moan so push harder. I feel Master relaxing.

"You other slaves, get to work on giving your Master a tongue bath and massage."

Quickly, I feel four other slaves working on our Master at the same time. Fuck! This is hot as hell. My dick starts to grow and I want so much to fuck my Master right now! Yet I know that would really get me in trouble and break my commitment to being his slave. I can't do that to my best friend. I could never rape him. So, I continue to serve him in the best way I know how.

Master lifts his hips and pushes his cock and balls back between his legs. Now I have access to them too.

Master orders, "Work on my cock and balls too. Switch between my hole, cock, and balls. Make me feel good and I might fuck you later. That goes for all of my slaves. Please me and I might fuck its hole."

This challenge renews my efforts to please Master as much as possible. So next, I work on Master's sweaty balls, licking all around them then taking one ball in my mouth, rubbing my tongue all around it. Fuck his balls taste musky but good too. I never thought that body odors could taste and smell so delicious. Next, I move down to my Master's massive 9-inch cock. I lick up and down then work on the head. I taste Master's precum and it's so sweet. It's like sucking on a lollipop but is better because it continues to produce that sweet nectar. No stopping the yummy sweetness. Finally, I have to please Master even more and take him down my throat. I work his cock for a few minutes then his hole for a few minutes and back to his cock. I hear him moan which eggs me on to work harder. Fuck! I'm becoming a cock, balls, and hole whore. This is my world and I love it. I hope he picks me to fuck which tells me I'm pleasing him!

Master comments, "This is nice slaves, I could get used to having five slaves work on me at once."

I continue to work even harder after hearing those comments. Yeah, it must be nice to have five slaves on you at once. We are competing to please our Master. We all want the same thing to please him and only him! Nothing else matters but what we can do to please him. Shit! I'm really becoming a slave bitch like Master wants me to be.

After an hour of serving our Master's backside, he turns over and we work on the front. I continue to work his cock and balls while his twin slaves work on his nipples, chest, and arms. My former slaves, father and son, work on his feet and legs. Master moans again. He is clearly enjoying himself. I think all of us slaves enjoy serving him as well.

Master looks down at me with a cocky grin,

"It likes sucking my cock and licking my balls, doesn't it?"

I look up so that I am licking just his cock head then reply, "Yes Master, very much! It tastes delicious. Thank you, Master."

I'm being completely honest, I really love my Master's cock which surprises me!

"Good slave. It's a treat to suck the cum out of a Master's cock. I see it's enjoying its treat."

"Oh God, yes Master."

"See, it is already learning the true purpose of being a slave."

"What is that Master?"

Smiling down with a knowing look, "Love your Master and that love will come back tenfold. The more it loves serving me, the more it will want to serve me. It serves me because it wants to please me. Therefore, pleasing me gives it pleasure in return. Eventually, it will become an addiction to please me."

I'm not sure I want to be addicted to pleasing and serving Master. Yet, right now I do love Master's cock. I love the taste of his precum, how it feels in my throat, and most of all, how Master responds to how I suck him. I love hearing his moans and seeing him smiling. Am I already addicted to Master's cock?

"Now slave, it has pleased with so much love that it deserves a reward. Climb up and ride me."

I look up at Master with a huge grin and quickly straddle him so his massive cock is just below my hole. I remember the first time he fucked me. It hurt so badly at first but in the end, I loved it.

One of the twin slaves hands me a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Using the lube, I prepare my hole so I don't worry about the pain. After getting all five of my fingers in my hole, I lower myself onto Master's cock. I push hard and then grunt in pain as his cock opens my hole for the second time in my life! Slowly, I lower myself further. Despite my preparation, it still hurts. About halfway down, I pull up to give my hole time to relax. Now, I know why all my bottom boys wanted me to take it slow. I then push Master's cock deeper and then pull up again. Each time I go deeper and deeper. I stare into Master's eyes, seeing him enjoying my hole. This encourages me to go deeper and faster. Soon, I bottom out while Master grabs the back of my head and kisses me. This encourages me, even more, to ride him hard and deep. Each stroke is long and deep. I start to moan, loving my Master deep inside me. Yes, I could get addicted to Master's cock!

Master grabs my face between his big hands and looks me in the eyes,

"Yes, slave. It loves my cock. It loves pleasing. Its whole world revolves around my cock. Nothing else matters but to please me, its Master! Now ride me like the bitch slave I know it can be. Make your Master feel good. Make me cum, SLAVE!"

Master's words inspire me to fuck hard and fast! At the same time, squeeze my hole as tightly as I can!

I yell out with a moan of desperation, "OH FUCK! It loves your cock, Master. Please cum Master. All it wants is to know that it can please its Master with its hole. It's purpose is to love and please you, Master. Please Master, cum in it hole."

I am so desperate to make Master cum that I completely forget about my own cock. It is hard bouncing away but my only purpose is to make my Master cum, to give him the pleasure he deserves! My own pleasure is becoming secondary to my Master's. Yes, Master is right I am becoming addicted to pleasing him!

Then Master roars out, "FUCK!"

I am so happy! Master is cumming! I made my Master cum! A rush of pleasure engulfes my whole body.

We kiss for a long time before it's time to sleep.

"Slave, it is going to sleep in the cage tonight."

I look at Master with pleading eyes. I was hoping to be able to sleep with him tonight.

"Get up!"

I climb off of Master. We hear a pop when his cock comes out of my hole.

"Turn around and present that hole to me."

I turn around between Master's legs and then bend over so Master has a good view of my hole. I look back at him to see Master open a drawer of the nightstand. He pulls out a huge strange looking plug. It flares out on each side.

Master sees me looking at him strangely.

"Slave, this is a special butt plug. The flare can come together. I can determine how far the flares open up. As I put it in its hole the two flares will be together and when it is in its hole the flares spread so that the plug can't be removed."

Master grabs his phone and opens the Slave app for our collars. He places the phone near the butt plug, and I hear a ding sound.

"The plug is now linked to me and only I can control it."

Master holds a button down on the phone and I watch as the flared ends come together. He pushes the plug into my hole. It goes in without an issue. Master holds the button down again on his phone and the butt plug's flared ends start to open. I can feel them pushing on the wall of my hole. My hole is being spread wider and wider. Soon, it starts to get painful and I groan.

"Does it hurt, slave?"

"Yes Master. Please can Master can you ease up some, please.....", trying to bare the pain in my hole and be as submissive as possible with my request.

"I think we will keep it there for a while. If it is good tonight then I may ease up some. Will it be a good slave tonight?"

"Yes Master, it will be a good slave." now feeling as submissive as my former slaves must feel all the time.

"Excellent, now crawl over to the cage."

I crawl over to the cage, but each step causes the plug to move slightly, making me groan repeatedly.

When I get to the cage, Master opens the door with his phone. I wonder if that app can manage everything that controls us.

"Go on in, slave."

I look back at Master then to the cage, and know I have to be good to get relief from the dam butt plug. So, I crawl into the cage. Master again uses his phone to control the cage door.

I look up at Master again with pleading eyes. He just smiles down at me and then returns to his bed. I watch as he pulls my former slave Nicky into his arms so Nicky is laying on top of him. Mean while the twin slaves spoon him, one each side of his beautiful body. Then I hear Master say suck your son, slave. I watch the father Jimmy, suck his son's cock.

"Slave, don't make it cum. Just keep it on the edge all night long."

So all night I hear sucking sounds and look up at my former slave edging his son at the command of our Master. I have to admit I'm jealous of the other slaves. Even more so when halfway through the night I hear fucking sounds and see Master is fucking slave Nicky. From inside my cage have to watch them fuck. It beautiful! I see Nicky is loving our Master's cock. The pure joy on his face makes me a little jealous. Master has him in his arms holding him tight. Fuck! I want to give Master joy with my hole too. Master sees me watching and smirks. Does he know I am jealous of my former slave?

After Master cums in slave Nicky's hole, he grabs his phone. Then a second later I finally feel the pressure of the butt plug easing up. I am very grateful to Master for having mercy on me. Now I can finally get some sleep. The cage is bare, just a thin pad. I guess I should be grateful to even have the pad to sleep on.

When I wake up, Master opens the cage door.

Master yells, "OUT!"

I am still drowsy and rub my eyes.

Another loud command from Master, "OUT NOW SLAVE! OR IT WILL BE PUNISHED!"

This makes me respond quickly but not quickly enough because Master grabs my collar and drags me out of the cage.

Master grabs his phone and presses something on it.

I suddenly feel the plug expand in my hole and I groan in pain. Master walks into the attached bathroom of his suite.

Master commands, "Follow."

I groan in pain as I crawl after Master. Thankfully, the butt plug automatically reduces after about a minute. I'm again grateful and it is a reminder to follow Master's commands without delay.

When we get into the bathroom it is enormous with the shower stall taking up most of the space. What looks out of space is the chair next to the toilet. The chair has a toilet seat on it and it is lower to the ground. The seat is on springs. Oh Shit! It's a rimming chair. I have seen them online. What worries me is that it is next to the toilet.

Master walks into the shower and orders,

"Get the shower ready. I like my water temperature on the hotter side. I will let it know when it is at the correct temperature."

I adjust the temperature to my Master's liking.

"Kneel!"

Master gets under the water and lets the water run down his body. I look up at him and lick my lips. Fuck Master is magnificent. Perfect balance between muscles and tone with zero body fat! A large chest and strong arms. His ripped abs and strong muscular legs only adds to his magnifencance! His face is masculine with perfect bone structure. Plus, his massive cock and balls only add to the whole package. He is like a Greek god. I never lusted after anyone like this in my life. I'm usually the one being admired. Of course, I Iusted after guys but never in the way I'm lusting after Master. Kneeling in front of Master like this brings out those feelings in me.

Master orders, "Open!"

Like I'm in a trance, I open my mouth automatically. Master places his cock in my mouth and orders, "Close tightly."

I close tightly around the head of his cock. My eyes fly open when warm liquid flows in my mouth. I'm quickly brought out of my trance, realizing Master is pissing!

In a very commanding voice, Master orders, "SWALLOW, SLAVE!"

My mouth is filling up! I either need to swallow or it is going to be forced out of my mouth. I remember the butt plug punishment earlier and start swallowing. It is the worst thing I have ever tasted, My face must show it.

Master comments, "It will get used to the taste the more it drinks. Keep swallowing. I have slowed down the flow just this one time. But in the future, it needs to take my piss at full strength. Is that understood, slave!"

I nod my head up and down while still swallowing as fast as I can. I fear I will not be able to keep up if Master goes full strength! I guess I will be doing this again in the future. Will I be able to get used to this bitter taste? I guess I will have to try. Dam! I'm getting a different perspective on what a slave life is really like!

Finally, Master stops pissing and I felt it start to grow. Master must like using me as his urinal.

Master commands, "Clean me."

I pull the cock out of my mouth and I look around the stall for some soap. On the wall is a hand soap dispenser. I reach up, pumping some on my hand. I also see two other dispensers, one for shampoo and another for lube. I guess Master Paul's guests like to fuck in the shower. I start washing Master's feet then run my hands up his strong muscular legs. Fuck my cock starts to grow. This is so fucking hot! I never had the hots for Master before when we were best friends. Yet, kneeling here and admiring his body is so much different! I work my way to his cock and balls, lathering them up. Master's cock is full mass now.

Master smiles down at me but says, "I know it loves my cock but continue washing me. I will fuck it again soon, don't worry, slave."

I smile up at Master, looking forward to when he will fuck me again. So, I continue working my way up to his six-pack abs and massive pecs. Then work my way up to his shoulder and down each huge arm. Master has his eyes closed now, just enjoying me washing him. This only makes my cock grow more, knowing I'm pleasing him. Fuck I'm getting addicted to Master. This is what Master wants, which only makes me want him more. I fear it is a cycle that I will never be able to break. Yet, do I really want to break it?

I work my way down Master's strong back, once again admiring how his muscles pop. Running my hands along each muscle, I can feel how hard they really are. All of the sudden, I have the urge to lick them. So, as I wash each muscle, I trace the muscles with my tongue. This causes Master to moan. I work my way down his body, worshiping as I go. I love my Master's body!

I work my way down Master's body with my tongue, over his ass, and down his right leg. Master continues to moan so I know I'm doing something right. I lick the back of his leg, across the ass, and down his left leg. This is so exciting. I love the reaction I get from my Master.

When I reach his ass again, I bury my face in his hole. This just makes Master moan even louder! Hot water is pouring down my head and face while my tongue opens his hole. I work his hole as deep as my tongue can go, loving how I'm pleasing him.

Master can't stand it any longer, he grabs my collar pulling me to my feet. I'm push hard against the shower wall with my face pressed against the tiles. Master keeps me pressed against the wall with one hand and uses his other to lube up his cock and my hole. I try to look down at his cock but I can't see it with my face pressed against the wall. So, instead, I use the corner of my eye to look at my Master's face. He has determination in his eyes. This scares and excites me at the same time. Unlike last night, Master is in control now. Master lines up his cock to my hole and shoves all 9 inches in at once! I yell out in pain and surprise. My ass is burning but not as bad as I would have thought.

Master leans his whole body into me, licking my ear. I shiver involuntarily.

Master whispers in my ear, "It loves me, doesn't it? It got me so hot that I had to use its fuck hole again. I told it that it would get addicted to me. Tell me slave how bad does it want its Master?"

I groan in pain as I try to adjust to the giant cock in my hole.

"Please, Master. Your slave needs its Master. It loves its Master so much! Yes, your slave is addicted to its Master. Please fuck its hole hard and deep. Please cum in its hole. Master deserves to use this hole to get off! It's your hole, Master!"

"Yes, slave, it's my hole, and I am going use it the way I like to fuck holes, rough and hard!"

With that, he pulls almost all the way out and slams his cock deep as he can, forcing my cock and balls to be slammed against the wall! I grunt in pain and now a bit of pleasure. Master rams into me again and again. Each hard fuck slams me hard against the wall! Oh God, this is so brutal but I did make him hot for me so it's my fault!

The brutal fuck is relentless. My cock and balls are painfully slammed against the wall over and over again for 40 minutes. I grunt, groan, and moan at different times. The pain in my balls is the worst. Yet, the more they hurt the harder my cock gets. What the fuck is wrong with me? The brutal fuck only fuels my cock.

Master grabs my wrists and presses them against the wall above my head. I'm like a trapped animal being held by its prey. So, there is nothing I can do but submit and endure.

Master leans and whispers in my ear, "My slave wanted its Master's cock. Now it has it in its hole. Does it like its Master's cock, slave?"

I moan out, "Yes, Master. It loves your cock, Master.", hoping it will please him and cum soon.

Master laughs, "How does its balls feel?"

I groan, "They hurt, Master."

"What about its useless dick?"

I moan, "It's hard, Master."

"Why is that?"

I moan more, "Because Master is fucking your slave."

Master presses, "Could it be because its balls hurt too?"

I moan, "Maybe, Master."

Master presses even harder for the truth, "Most boys wouldn't get hard when their balls hurt. Yet, my slave is hard and leaking."

Master keeps fucking me harder without mercy, slamming my poor balls against the wall. Each deep, hard thrust forces my body to bounce off the wall, slamming my defense balls against the wall, again and again. Is Master right? Do I like my balls being hurt?

"My slave likes pain to its balls. This is good because I like to see my slaves in pain. I will be torturing this body a lot today. In the end, it will beg to be tortured, which will please me."

He then starts fucking me even rougher causing me to groan and moan in pain mixed with pleasure straight to my cock. My precum splatters the wall as it continues to flow nonstop!

Finally, Master pushes one last time, forcing my body against the wall, and crushing my balls in the process.

Master roars out as I feel shot after shot of cum dumped into my hole.

All I can do is groan in pain with my cock and balls being crushed!

Master pulls out of my hole and I slide down the wall then fall to the floor curled up in a fetal position holding my poor bused balls. Yet, my cock is still hard from the ordeal! I start to cry in both pain and the humiliation. Realizing, I actually enjoyed the abuse! How could I like it? What the hell is happening to me?

At that point, I feel warm liquid being sprayed on my naked body. It does not smell like water. Then it hits my head and face and I know then it's piss! Master is pissing on me! Can I get any lower than this? My dominant side is being pushed aside as Master continues to mark me with his piss. It's one thing to be a fucked into submission but to allow another Alpha to mark you with his piss is a huge step down the submissive rabbit hole. I cry even more. How could my best friend do this to me? I hang my head in shame at what he has done to me. He has fucked me, shaved me, made me eat like a dog, forced me to drink his piss, abused my sensitive balls, and now he is pissing on me.

The piss stops, and Master orders, "Up, slave." while grabbing my balls at the same time.

I look up at him with the shame on my face. Then he lets go of my balls, allowing me to kneel in front of him.

Master releases another stream in my face, forcing me to close my eyes tightly.

"Open, slave."

With more deepening shame, I open my mouth and let the last of his piss fill my mouth. I know he is going to force me to drink it!

"Drink!"

I close my mouth and drink, losing my last bit of pride in being a dominant man! I was just starting to become a man and now I'm being turned into my best friend's slave. What would my father think of me now?

As if reading my mind, "Be proud of being my slave. Your father will understand if he is the Master you claim him to be. For a Master cannot exist without his slaves! You're now my slave therefore, I am your Master. Your father will understand if he is half the Master my father thinks he is."

I doubt my father will understand that his son lost a challenge and was reduced to a slave! I'm sure I'm going to be punished for losing the challenge and allowing myself to become a slave.

With my eyes still closed, I feel more liquid hosing me down. Yet, this liquid doesn't smell like piss but refreshing water. I open my eyes to see Master spraying me with the shower head. Oh God, I`m thankful.

As if by the automatic response, I say, "Thank you, Master."

"It`s welcome, slave. But don't misunderstand. I'm not cleaning my slave of my piss for its benefit but for my own. I don't want my slave smelling like piss as I eat my breakfast. I marked my slave so it understands it is mine, and I can do whatever I wish to do to it. Is that understood, slave?"

"Yes, Master, now it understands. Master has the right to piss on it whenever Master wishes. Thank you for the lesson, Master."

Did I just thank Master for pissing on me? Looking down, my cock is sticking up as if it likes being pissed on. FUCK! I AM SICK! Who in their right mind would get turned on for being pissed on. I remember Master using the words "marked," and this makes my cock jump. Being "marked" does make me horny!

"Slave another lesson. Crawl under the rimming chair while I take a shit."

Reluctantly, I crawl under the rimming chair and stare up at the ceiling. Then look over at Master as he sits on the toilet.

"Keep staring at the ceiling, slave. I will use it in a minute."

I turned my head again and stare at the ceiling as I heard Master dumping his shit in the toilet bowl. FUCK! Is Master really going to make me do this? I have had my bottoms rim me before but never really gave much thought to how it would taste or feel for the bottoms doing it. I was never cleaned out. Yet when I rimmed them, I made sure they were clean. After all, I was about to fuck them, and rimming only help them loosen up so I wouldn't rip their insides up. Them rimming me was just to get me in the mood so I can fuck them hard. They never complained. Now, I am about to do what I make my bottoms do to me, but even worse. At least I was wiped clean!

After Master finishes, I watch closely as Master walks over to me and lowers his ass to my face. It's like slow motion as his asshole gets closer and closer to my face. Fuck! It smells horrible. Soon, my nose and face are right up against his dirty hole.

"Clean me, bitch"

With disgust and revulsion, I stick out my tongue and lick. I feel like I am going to puke, but hold back as I know I have no choice. It tastes bitter, but over time I start to get used to it. So, I push my tongue deeper into my Master's hole after cleaning the outside of it. I hear Master moan, which drives me to want to push my tongue even deeper. I, too, moan as my cock starts to drip precum without me realizing it. The more Master moans, the more I want to get my tongue deeper. SHIT! I love pleasing my Master.

Without warning, Master gets up and looks down at me. I still have my tongue out. I look up at Master with shock and longing for him.

Master smiles, "My slave enjoyed that, didn't it?"

I mumble, "Yes, Master".

Then quickly put my tongue back in my mouth and repeat, "Yes, Master, Thank you, Master."

Oh god! It's humbling to thank my Master in order to please him. Yet, I am truly grateful. My cock certainly thanks him!

"Good, as a slave it should always be grateful when pleasing its Master. It is the gift that Master gives to his slave."

I yell out, "OH YES, MASTER! Your slave is truly grateful. It wants to please you, Master."

I smile up at my Master as he smiles down at me.

"I see my slave is starting to think like a slave more than just act the part. This is excellent progress."

Is Master right? Am I thinking like a slave now? I call him Master even in my head and without realizing it. Plus, I'm referred to myself as an "IT". FUCK! I am thinking like a slave. This both scares me and excites me at the same time.

"Get up, slave, and take a quick shower, then clean its hole."

Master grabs a toothbrush and starts brushing.

I look up at Master's body with awe as he leans over the bathroom sink.

Spitting out the toothpaste, Master looks down at me, "Only just cold water. NOW! GET TO IT, SLAVE!" raising his voice at the end.

I automatically yell, "YES, MASTER", quickly crawling out from under the chair and returning to the shower stall. I turn the shower on, but only to cold as Master orders. Not expecting it to be this cold, the blast of freezing water hits me, and jump back. God dam, that is cold. It's even colder than the outside showers, which get warm from the sun heating the rain barrows.

As Master leaves the bathroom, he laughs and yells, "GET USED TO IT, SLAVE. IT ONLY HAS 10 MINUTES TO SHOWER, CLEAN ITS HOLE, AND BRUSH ITS TEETH, OR IT WILL BE PUNISHED!"

Punished! Fear courses through me, so I quickly soap up my body, jump under the freezing water again, rinse as quickly as possible, and get out from under the water. Now I'm shivering. Then I look at the enema hose as I shake. I groan, not looking forward to having cold water pushed up my hole. Then I remember the time limit, knowing I can't prolong my suffering! So, I divert the water to the hose and bend over. Wanting to get this over with quickly, I push the tube into my hole. The cold only makes me shiver more. When I get bloated and in pain, I pull it out and rush to the toilet. Damn! It feels good to release. I do this three times until the water is clean. I turn off the water. Thinking that Master will most likely fuck me again today, I lube up my hole just in case. Shit!, Master is right I am thinking like a slave!

I was about to use the same towel when I see another rack of towels. There are two stacks of towels. Above each stack is a sign. One sign is labeled "MASTER," and the other shows "SLAVE". So, I grab a slave towel. It feels rough and used. It certainly is not fluffy and soft like my Master's towel. It's another thing reminding me my comfort is less important than my Master's.

I quickly dry myself and brush my teeth. There are even separate toothbrushes for Masters and slaves. Mine toothbrush looks old and used, while Master's looks brand new. Master Paul really knows how to remind slaves of their place.

Remembering, I still have a time limit, or I will be punished, I run out of the bathroom. I see Master sitting on the bed, still naked. I lick my lips, admiring his superior body. He is busy with his phone. Suddenly, I feel the need to kneel in front of him. So, I kneel and look down at his feet, then up at his gorgeous cock! I lick my lips again. Master ignores me for a few minutes, then says,

"Kiss my feet."

Without thinking, I bend over and kiss each foot.

"Remember, when a slave enters the presence of a Master, it must show respect by kissing his feet."

"Yes, Master, thank you for the lesson, Master."

Now, I'm thanking him for training me to be his slave. He didn't tell me to thank him, but I did because it felt like the right thing to do! I'm becoming more of a slave as I serve my Master. What is happening to me? I am losing myself, but in some way, I like it. Don't get me wrong; I still want to be Nicky and Jamie's Master. However, I have a longing to serve my Master, too! I am so confused.

Ignoring my thank you, Master orders, "Wrists up."

I raise my wrists up to my Master.

Master puts his phone down and grabs something metal from the bed. I watch as Master puts thick steel cuffs on my wrist. They are heavier than the shackles I had on last night.

"Ankles."

I present my feet to my Master. Again, he cuffs my ankles as he does my wrists.

"Stand, slave."

I get up and stand. Master picks up his phone.

"Start walking to the door."

Confused but feel I have to obey. As I get halfway to the door, I feel a known force causing my wrists to come together. At the same time, my ankles are forced together. I fall to the floor as my cuffed ankles connect to each other. I groan in pain from falling on my face. What the fuck was that?

"Good, they work."

I look at Master with shock!

Master laughs, "Slave, those are strong magnetic cuffs. When activated, they can be attached to any steel object or themselves."

I think, no shit. There is no way I can get free. I laugh to myself, "free". I used to be a free man. Now, I'm lying on the floor, a completely controlled slave to my best friend! I'm his property, and there is no turning back. These cuffs are another reminder of what I have become! Laying there, trapped in my enslavement, I start to cry.

Master continues to watch me cry, then gets up and kneels down at me. He rubs my back,

"It is doing well. Just let it all out. It will be OK."

He continues to comfort me as I cry. I don't even know why I'm crying. Master grabs me and pulls me into him. We kneel facing each other, me in his arms. I break down and cry on his shoulder. It's like a dam has burst, causing a flood of emotions to pour out. It feels good to be in Master's arms so I can let it all out.

Master rubs my head while a steady stream of tears flows down my face. I have been holding on to my life as a dominant, a leader, an obedient son, and a cocky Alpha. In some strange way, I feel relief from all the pressure that has been placed on me. Now, all I have to do is obey my Master. Nothing else matters but serving him. I finally feel at peace with my dominant side. I don't have to fight it in order to serve my Master.

"That's it, slave. Let it all out. It doesn't need to fight anymore. Let its inter-most submissive shine. It can still be a leader and be a slave at the same time."

I continue to cry for another 10 minutes, yet it feels like hours. Finally, it stops, and Master releases me. Master places a finger under my chin and lifts my head so we are staring into each other's eyes.

"It's OK, slave. Master understands. It no longer has to fight its Alpha side. It can be both a submissive and an Alpha. Use either side of itself when it needs to be one or the other. Its Master loves its slave but knows it will need to be an Alpha, too. We can sort that side of itself out later. Right now, just be my obedient slave I know it wants to be. Embrace its inter-sub so it can be its authentic self."

I nod, "Thank you, Master."

"I know, it is very special to me. This is what it wants. To be my special slave, one that serves me without question but will be my Alpha boy as well. Does that sound good, my very special slave boy?

Master called me special! A rush of warmth spreads through my body. I feel so happy to be able to serve my Master!

I cry out, "YES MASTER! PLEASE, IT WANTS TO BE YOUR SLAVE AND SERVE YOU ANY WAY YOU WANT. OH GOD MASTER, IT LOVES YOU, MASTER!"

In a fatherly way, "I know you do slave. I feel its love and devotion to me. It is my very special slave boy that I value very much. I own you in every sense of the word. Its soul is now mine. It belongs to me. It will do anything to please me no matter what I do to it."

I'm so overwhelmed with enjoy and love. No one has care for me like Master is doing now! I'm his special boy!

So, I yell out, "YES MASTER, IT IS YOURS, MASTER, HEART AND SOUL. IT DEVOTES ITSELF TO ITS MASTER AND OWNER. OH GOD, THANK YOU, MASTER!"

Master holds me tight and whispers, "I know, slave. It will forever be a mine. It has given itself to me, and I have taken possession of its body and mind. It will worship me as its Master, its Owner, and its God!"

I am so happy right now. I'll do anything that Master wants me to do. I worship him as the GOD he is to me.

"Yes, Master, it loves its Master, my GOD!"

"Good slave, because today is going to test that devotion. It will make me proud to own it, right slave."

"Yes, Master, it devotes itself to my Master. Please, Master, test your slave. It will make Master proud."

"Good slave, now it's time to eat."

Master, let's go of me, and I stay kneeling, looking up at the man who wants to own me forever! I truly do want to make my Master proud!

Master picks up his phone and my cuffs release.

I whisper, "Thank you, Master", spreading my legs for better balance. Instinctively, I place my hands behind my back, allowing Master to have complete control over my body.

At that point, I hear a knock on the door.

Master yells out, "Come".

I'm still looking up at Master, loving his body and the power he radiates.

The house slave enters, "Master Alex, breakfast is ready."

"Good, let my father know I will be down shortly."

"Yes, Sir, it will let Master Frank know. Is there anything this slave can do for Master?"

"Yes, put my other slaves to work in the house today. Teach them how to do housework. With all its Owner's guests staying over this weekend, I'm sure it needs all the help it can get. I'm taking this one with me to do some fieldwork."

Master pats me on the head while motioning his other slaves to follow the house slave.

"Thank you, Master, for the assistance. This slave could use the help. Is there anything else this slave can do for Master?"

"No, that will be all. It may go. Oh, one more thing, it has the authority to punish these slaves if they perform poorly or cause any trouble. They are newly enslaved, so will need a firm hand. Make your Owner proud. NOW GO, SLAVE"

"Yes, Master, as Master wishes."

I watch as Master's other four slaves follow the house slave out of the room.

After they all leave, Master's words sync in. What does Master mean by fieldwork?

However, I'm not able to think about it long, Master orders me to dress him. He points to shorts, a T-shirt, socks, and boots on the dresser. This is different from what Master usually wears; shorts and sandals. I never saw him wear boots! I wonder if it has to do with the fieldwork he talked about earlier.

I crawl to the clothes and boots, then bring them to Master's feet. I grab shorts first and place the opening at Master's feet. Master raises his feet to let me slide them up his legs. Master stands up, so I slide them all the way over his hips. I stare at his cock as I reluctantly cover it. God! It's beautiful. Dam, I'm a cock whore now! I grab a T-shirt and rise to my feet. Master holds out his arms. I pull the tight T-shirt over his gorgeous chest. Fuck! Why cover up a perfect body like his?

Master sits down and leaves each foot so I can put on his socks and boots. After I lace up the boots, Master clips a leash to my collar and stands.

"It did well for the first time to dress its Master. However, next time, be quicker. My time is precious and should never be wasted. Understood?"

"Yes, Master, your slave will try to be quicker."

More demanding, "DID I SAY TRY? IT WILL BE FASTER OR BE PUNISHED."

Fear courses through me, so I blurt out, "OF COURSE MASTER. IT WILL DRESS ITS MASTER QUICKER NEXT TIME!"

"Good slave, now stand and follow me. We have much to do today."

I quickly stand and have to follow my Master. It still feels strange walking naked in this big house. Especially being pulled down the halls on a leash. Yet, I have no choice, I'm my best friend's slave now. I wonder what the day will be like. I fear Master's training but now understand it is necessary to make me a proper slave so that Master can be proud of me. Just like I did for Dad. Many of my feelings toward obeying my dad are now towards my Master, too. I want to make Master proud of me.

Master pulls me into the dining room. His father and uncle are already seated. My former slaves Nicky and Jamie are waiting on them. I smile at them. They are good boys. They quickly get the Masters their drinks like coffee and juice.

Master sits down in an empty chair, and I kneel at his side. Master pets my head, which makes me relax and zone out. Yes, I love Master's touch. I lean on his leg, and he rubs the side of my face. It is so nice. My love for Master grows with each touch.

I vaguely understand what Master is talking about. It seems to involve hard labor and working in the fields. I assume it has to do with the field slaves working the land.

A bowl of water and a bowl of slave stew is placed in front of me. I remember it was disgusting, yet I don't care how it tastes right now.

Master pats my face to get my attention.

"Eat slave. It will need all the energy it can get for today's training."

Still in a daze, I bend over to eat the stew. The other slaves kneeling at their Master's feet are doing the same thing. We are all good, obedient slaves and I smile, knowing I'm obeying as the other slaves do. I want to make my Master proud of me. I eat all my slave stew and suck up the water.

After finishing our breakfast, Master orders, "Clean each other up. Go on, it knows what to do."

Master's other slaves are busy in the kitchen helping the house slave. So, I crawl over to slave Sparky who is closest to me. We kneel in front of each other.

I'm startled, hearing, "Woof, Woof, Woof!" Sparky barks at me and jumps up and down, seemingly excited, with a smile on his face.

Master Jason comments, "Calm down, pup. Let the slave clean its face. We will go out soon so it can do its business."

This makes the pup stop moving, so I lean forward and lick its face. After I'm done, the pup cleans mine.

Then, slave David and Adam kneel next to his son, waiting. I realize they want me to clean their faces too.

Why not? I lick David's face first. Then I clean Adam, next. It's strange licking another boy's face, but it also makes sense from a Master's point of view. Why waste a paper towel or water on a slave? Plus, we look better without food stuck to our faces.

I crawl back to my Master, kneeling at his side. He rubs my head.

"Good slave. It cleaned my father's slaves, too, without being told. Very good. It's learning quickly. That pleases me."

I whisper, "Thank you, Master," with a huge smile on my face!

Master is pleased! Warmth and happiness spread through my body. It's the way I feel when Father praises me when I do well in wrestling and school work. Yet this happiness fills my cock. I see precum spilling out of it.

Master Paul asks, "Alex, what are your plans for today?"

Master replies, "Well, I was thinking of hooking up my slave to a hoe."

I'm confused. What does Master mean?

"Excellent idea. Some hard labor will do it some good. It most likely never did hard labor in its life."

What kind of hard labor are they talking about? Master Paul is right. I have never done manual labor. I never had to. My mother did all the yard and housework. She even cleans my room. Father wanted me to focus on school and wrestling. I'm proud of my accomplishments. Father pushed me to be the best at everything I did. I never had to do manual labor. It was just never something Father had me focus on.

Looking back, my father controlled everything I did. All my accomplishments were due to my father's influence and punishments for failure.

Master adds, "Yes, I think it will help it understand what a real slave is like. Plus, you're right has never done any manual labor. When we visited its house, its mother did all the housework and even mowed the lawn."

"Do you think the mother is its father's slave?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Then that explains why it has never done manual labor. Good, then its father should understand its status, at least for the weekend and possibly longer."

Longer! Do I want to be Master's slave after the weekend is over? I have not even thought about what will happen after this is over. I do love my Master now. Could we really go back to the way it was? I don't think I can just see him as my best friend anymore!

"Come on, Alex, let's get your slave set up on the hoe."

I'm still confused about what a hole, whole, or whatever it is. I just get the feeling that it will be a lot of work.

Master Paul gets up and heads to the back patio. Master grabs my leash, and I follow him. We are led to a large field. Master walks up to another slave and speaks to him, but I can't hear what they are saying. The slave runs off to the barn and comes back with straps. He starts putting the straps on me. Two crisscross my chest, connecting to a ring at the center of my back. Another two straps are connected to the straps crossing my chest. They run down through my legs and up to the ring at my back. Then a horse bit is put in my mouth, and two long straps are connected to each side of the bit.

Next, the slave leads me to the field with some rolls of upturned dirt and some that are not. At the start of one roll thats has undisturbed dirt is a farm machine. It reminds me of how horses would use to plow the fields. The slave leads me in front of the machine. He picks up some chains attached to the machine and connects them to the ring in the center of my back. Then picks up the leads to the horse bit in my mouth and hands them to my Master.

OH SHIT! Now I understand what they were talking about at breakfast. They connected me to hoe to plow the field. I am going to be used for manual labor as a horse would be used for! How can they do this to me? I'm not an animal. Yet, I know that complaining would do no good and most likely get me punished.

Master pulls on the straps, forcing my head back. He pulls the right rein forcing my head to the right. Then he pulls on the left rein, causing my head to move to the left.

He yells, "Slave, it is going to understand what real slave labor is like. It will plow this field until I give it a break. When I flick the reins, it will move forward. When I pull hard on both reins it will stop. When I pull on one rein, it turns in that direction. Let's start."

I feel the flick of my reins and start to pull.

Master yells, "FASTER, SLAVE!"

I try to move faster, but it is hard.

"FASTER!"

Push more in my legs, staining and grunting as I get a little faster. Then I hear a swishing sound, then my back is on fire. At the same time, I hear a crack. I scream out in pain. Master just whipped me! I never felt so much pain in my life,

"FASTER!"

I want to avoid the whip again, so I double my effort. I scream again as searing pain hits back again.

"I SAID FASTER, BITCH!"

Tears start to form in my eyes, but I triple my effort. My legs are burning and so is my back. I fear the whip so much that I push myself even harder.

Thankfully, Master only whips me a couple more times whenever I slow down. I plow for an hour then I'm given some water. Master pulls back on my head so my mouth is in the air. Then, the slave who strapped me up pours water over my mouth. Half the water passes the horse bit into my mouth, and the other half goes down my naked body. I'm grateful for both. I built up a thirst, and sweat is dripping down my body. So, the cold water is refreshing. Master makes me plow the field all morning with breaks every half hour.

About mid-day, Master pulls hard on my reins, ordering me to stop. By this time, I know instinctively what Master wants me to do by how he controls me with the reins. Master no longer has to whip me to get me to do what he wants. The reins are the center of my world. Nothing else matters but pulling the hoe and moving how the reins tell me to.

While we stop, the helper slave removes the bit and feeds me some mushy food in a bottle and water in a different bottle. The food tastes like slave stew but all ground up. I'm allowed to kneel on the muddy dirt while being fed like some farm animal. I'm breathing heavily while I rest. My back is still burning from the whipping and I'm exhausted! Being used as a farm animal is the most degrading thing I have ever done!

In the corner of my eye, I see Master go up to the house. I assume he is having some delicious lunch made by the house slave with the help of my former slaves, Nicky and his father. I imagine Master relaxing under an umbrella while the slaves cater to his every whim.

Whereas, I kneel in the muddy dirt while the sun beats down on me. Look how far I have fallen. After being fed, the helper slave unties me and guides me with a leash to the slave shower stalls I used before.

As we walk to the showers, the constant pressure in my hole lets up. When we get to the stall, the slave bends me over and pulls out the plug. Master must be watching me. When I stand back up, the slave points up to a camera in the corner of the stall. Of course, Master Paul would have cameras to check on his slaves. But now I have the feeling I am being watched. It's a stupid feeling since I haven't had privacy since becoming a slave.

"Clean up good inside and out. If you need to take a crap, do it in the outhouse stalls over there. Take a crap first, then shower and clean out. Also, make sure you are lubed up. You should be really anytime your Master wants to use your hole."

The slave points to a roll of open stalls with toilets.

I nod my head in understanding and smile at him.

He smiles back with unspoken meaning shared between us. We are two slaves needing to obey our Masters. He is doing what he has to do to survive his enslavement. I walk over to the toilet stall and open the lid. Fuck, it smells like an outhouse. I pinch my nose and sit down. The slave stands there watching me take a shit. Again, I have no privacy. This is the life this slave has to live! I feel sorry for him.

I'm curious about him, so look up at him and whisper, "Why did you volunteer to be a slave on the farm?"

"Slave, we are usually not allowed to talk but your Master ordered me to answer any questions you might have. My father was an asshole and beat me every day of my life since I was 8 years old. When I turned 16, my father wanted to rape me. He knew I was gay, which would have given him an excuse to fuck me. I knew I had to leave, or he would rape me soon. I have known I was gay and submissive by then. I know if he tried to rape me, I would allow it since I'm a slave at heart. But I didn't want to be my asshole father's slave. So, I looked for a better Master online. That's when I found an ad for 'Farm slaves wanted'. I messaged Master Paul, telling him about my situation, and asked if I could be one of his farm slaves. He sent me a bus ticket and met me at the bus station. That night he cleans up the whip marks my father gave me. Then took me to his bed and comforted me the whole night. It took a while for me to trust him to fuck me without the fear of being raped. When I finally agree to be fucked, it was the best day of my life. By that time, I fell in love with Master. I still love him with all my heart. He saved me, and I will do anything for him."

"WOW! So sorry, man. That sucks. To grow up like that is horrible."

After taking a dump, I walk to the shower stall and start cleaning the mud from my body. The cold water feels great. He looks about 21 or so.

"How long have you been here as a slave?"

"It has been my Master's slave for 5 years. It only knows that because Master celebrates our collaring anniversary date. Otherwise, it wouldn't know how many years it has been here. We have no calendars to know what day or year it is. Master says our collaring date is the day we are reborn to the slave we were always meant to be."

"So the collaring date is like your birthday?"

"Yes, but it's better than a birthday celebration. Its father never celebrated this slave's birthday. So its collaring day is very special. It's special to this slave and all of us slaves. Master is especially nice to us slaves on our collaring day. It looks forward to it every year."

"Are all the slaves from broken homes?"

"Many are, but some had great home life. We are all born to be enslaved. It's like a calling deep down that has to be fulfilled. Master fills that calling. We all worship our Master and love him. We work hard every day, so Master is happy and the farm is successful."

"What about the slave's family? Wouldn't their families come looking for them?"

"Well as this slave said, most are from broken families, so their families don't care about them. For the slaves that grow up with a good home life, they have to be 18 to come to the farm. Master has these slaves tell their families they are Master's slaves and will not be seeing them unless Master approves it. Some are allowed to see their families, but most never see them after their confessions to being a slave. Most of those families end up disowning their sons. There are a couple of fathers who came looking for their son, only to become slaves themselves. Those fathers are just as submissive as their sons."

"Has Master Paul ever sold one of his slaves?"

"Yes, he has. The slaves who are not cut out to a farm slaves but still want to be owned are sold. Master finds good Masters to buy the slaves as domestic and sex slaves."

By this time, I'm done cleaning up, so the slave picks up a spray bottle of clear liquid.

"Stay still, turn around, and close your eyes."

I am facing the stall wall when I feel the liquid hit my back and then scream out as each of the whip marks burns again. Holding my breath, I lean forward and place my hands on the wall for support. What the hell did he spray me with?

"I sprayed alcohol on your back so it wouldn't get infected. Now, stay still. I am not done."

He sprays my entire body from below my head to my feet. I didn't realize how scratched up my feet were from pulling the plow in the dirt. Yet, they don't sting as much as my back does.

The slave then puts some salve on my back.

"This will help it heal quicker."

I feel the slave trance the welts with his fingers, causing me to wince in pain. It feels good at first then the pain returns again, even more than the alcohol.

"It's a special mixture of healing salve and salt. The salt is what you feel. It will create the scab quickly to prevent an infection. The other ingredient I don't know. Master says he gets it from a `Father Michael,' which is where our collars come from. I guess Father Michael has slaves make the salve, collars, cuffs, and other equipment for use on slaves. Master trades the vegetables we grow with Father Michael for the collars and other equipment needed on the farm. Master is a very good businessman. We are lucky to be owned by him."

That's where Master Frank got the collars and cuffs from. I laugh to myself. I'm wearing a collar built by slave labor.

"Now, I am going to clean you out. Hold on the water in until I pull the tube out."

"OK, Sir."

"Don't call me Sir. I'm like you. The title Sir is only for our owner or other dominant men of the world. You can call me Twenty for that is my name. I am the 20th boy Master enslaved."

I groan as the water fills up my hole. Twenty removes the tube and I rushes back to the outhouse. When I sit, Twenty tells me to release. He fills me three more times, making sure I'm cleaned out. Then Twenty lubes me up by finger fucking my hole. I moan while he fucks my hole.

Twenty pulls his fingers out, *Good, you're ready for your Master. Let's go!"

Twenty picks up the leash still hanging from my collar. He leads me to the barn and into a room with fuck benches in a circle. I see other slaves on the bench facing down with their asses in the air. As we get closer, I see their cocks are in cylinders. The cylinder is moving up and down on their cocks with a tube connected to another larger cylinder. There's a white liquid filling the larger cylinders. Holly Shit! The slaves are being milked for their cum.

"Get on the empty bench face down and put your dick through the hole."

Nervously, I crawl onto the bench, placing my dick into an opening in the center of the bench. Twenty straps me down. Next, he pushes my hard dick into the cylinder. It has a soft rubber lining. Twenty pushes a button on the machine I'm facing. I moan as my dick is slowly masturbated.

Twenty walks over to the wall next to the door we came through and presses a button, then waits.

Not long after, I hear the house slave through a speaker, "Yes."

"TWO, please tell Master Alex that his slave is hooked up to the milker and is ready for him."

"OK, Master Alex already knows."

Through the moans I'm making, "OH GOD! This feels so good."

"Enjoy it for now. Your Master will be down in about 40 minutes. By that time your balls should be filled up."

I figure that I will be milked for my cum, "But, Why?" I moan out.

"So it will be ready to be milked."

My moans quicken, "Why... milked...?"

Twenty laughs, "Oh so, Master Paul can sell his slave's semen to sperm banks around the world. Master Paul believes in a submissive gene. If he milks his slaves he thinks he can pass down the submissive gene to others to create more slaves for the world. He only sells to specialize sperm banks that believe the same way he does. These special sperm banks claim to have found the gene and can determine how submissive the offspring will be. Master is making more slaves which is such a noble cause. We slaves are proud to donate our semen for the cause."

I'm shocked! My cum is going to be used to create more children, and I will never know who they are. I'm not even asked if Master Paul can sell my cum. In some way, I feel violated. Yet, what choice do I have? I'm going to be milked whether or not I want it.

For the next 40 minutes, I am kept on the edge of cumming. I so want to cum. That's all I can think about! In the room, all you can hear is moans coming from all of us, slaves. Once in a while, I hear a slave yell out, assuming he is cumming. Then, the slave starts moaning again. I wonder how long they have been here?

Master finally comes in and stands next to me.

Looking down at me with a smirk, "How is my slave doing? Does it want to cum?"

"OH FUCK!... YES.... MASTER, PLEASE...!"

It's humiliating to beg to be allowed to cum. I remember edging my boyfriends, and it was so much fun seeing them beg me to let them cum. Yet, I'm the one begging NOW! I now know how much torture it is to be edged. Yet, it feels so good, too. I never really understood the conflict they were going through until right now!

Master laughs, "Let me help."

Master walks behind me, pulls down his shorts, and presses his cock at my hole.

"Is this what my slave wants?"

"YES... MASTER, PLEASE... FUCK ME. PLEASE..., MASTER..."

Now I'm begging to be fucked. I would never have begged to be fucked before being enslaved. Yet, all I want is for Master to fuck me hard so I can hopefully cum!

Master teases me, rubbing the massive head up and down my hole. Oh, God! It's driving me crazy!

"It loves my cock? It wants me badly. What will it do if I fuck it?"

"Yes, Master, it loves your cock Master! It will do anything you want. Just please Master, it needs your cock. Oh, God. Please fuck it, Master."

"Good slave. Will it be my slave for as long as I want it?"

"Yes, Master. Please own it for as long as you want. It wants you, Master. Own it forever, Master. Please fuck your slave. It loves you, Master!"

Master pushes the head of his cock in my hole. Oh God, it feels so good to be stretched again. I can't wait for him to start fucking me.

"I know, slave. Tell me what does it love about its Master and Owner?"

Flashes of what Master has done to me run through my mind. From the initial fucking after overpowering me in the wrestling match, to the worship of him last night and in the shower this morning, to break down after being shocked, to eating like a dog, to the exhausting plowing of the land, the whipping, edging, begging to be fucked and finally agreeing to be owned forever! I love it all! I will do anything for my Master, even be his slave forever. Master is right, I have become addicted to Master, to the power he has over me!

"Master, it loves your cock, your beautiful, powerful body, your control of its body and mind. It loves being in your control. Nothing feels better than when its under your complete total control of its body and mind. Please, Master fuck the hole you own. It loves you so much, Master!"

Master starts to fuck me slowly at first.

"I love it too, slave."

Master goes deeper.

"I love the way it beg for my cock."

Master pushes more of himself into me.

I moan, wanting to feel him deeper. I watch the cylinder steadily grow with precum due to being kept on the edge of cum for so long!

"Please, Master, fuck your hole deeper. Please... Master, it wants you so much!"

Nothing matters but my Master's cock inside me! I squeeze my hole, hoping he will fuck me deeper and harder.

It seems to work because Master starts driving deeper into my hole. I moan out, loving my owner's cock! Soon, Master slams hard into the hole he now owns! More precum flows out of my cock and is being collected. I squeeze even harder on Master, desperate to receive his 9-inch cock as deeply as he can go.

I yell out, "GOD YES..., MASTER! PLEASE... FUCK IT HARDER...., MASTER, PLEASE..... MASTER...!"

The harder Master fucks, the closer I get to shooting my load. I could care less what my cum may be used for at this moment. All I want is to be released from this never-ending wonderful and torturous moment!

"That's it, slave, squeeze that hole. Make your Owner feel good. It's so tight! I love this hole!"

Oh, Fuck! I am addicted to my Master! All I want is for him to go even deeper!

Master shoves his cock so deep that it causes the fuck bench to rock up and down.

Master shouts, "SHOOT ITS GODDAM CUM NOW, SLAVE!"

Like I'm falling off a cliff, my cock explodes, shooting at least 10 ropes of cum into the collection cylinder. Yet, Master never stops fucking me. The pump continues milking my cock causing my sensitive cock head to go into overdrive. Yet, being strapped down, there is nothing I can do but moan and furtively pull on the straps.

Master bends over so he can whisper in my ear.

He laughs evilly, "Does my slave get sensitive to the touch after cumming? Too bad, there is much more to collect from its balls before the night ends."

Master then drives his rod deeper, "Remember this slave. I don't stop fucking it just because my slave lost control. It either cums over and over again or holds its in until after its Master finishes using its hole. It's going to see how the former feels like right now!"

Master gets up, pushing his hand into the middle of my back. He leaves it there, forcing me to stay put as he fucks me for 3 hours straight. My balls fill up 6 more times and release into the cylinder pumping my cock. Each time my cock gets more and more sensitive.

Again I squeeze my hole, hoping he will cum soon and this torture will end. I promise to myself to never to cum before my Master ever again. Yet, right now, with the pump on my hard dick and his cock deep inside me, I have no choice as I feel myself getting ever closer to the edge again!. My cock and hole are betraying me. I groan again as I dump another load into the cylinder. I watch each time as the cylinder of cum grows, reminding me how many torturous orgasms I have had.

I continue begging Master to cum, "OH GOD... MASTER... FUCK IT HARDER... OH GOD YES..., MASTER. USE YOUR HOLE MASTER. IT IS YOURS..., MASTER. ITS YOURS, MASTER... IT BELONGS TO YOU MASTER.... PLEASE MASTER.., MARK THIS HOLE AS YOURS FOREVER...!"

The more I confess my devotion to him, the harder he fucks me. The whole time he is fucking me, I'm praying to myself that he will shoot. Tears flow down my face, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Not physical pain except for the head of my cock but the more mental pain of being like this forever. I always thought milking a boy was fun. At least, it was for me. But now, I know it's pure torture if done for hours. Five hours after shooting my first load, he finally unloads into me. I hear the familiar roar when Master shoots his load. I have never been so thankful for another guy to shoot his load. Fuck! My gut is bloated with cum! How much did Master dump in his hole? After five hours of fucking, he must have built up a massive load. I am proud he used me to dump such a huge load.

Master falls onto my naked back, breathing heavily in my ear. Finally, after catching his breath, he whispers, "Dam! Slave, that's one of the best fucks in my life. I especially love hearing my slave begging to be mine forever. Hearing its devotion to me drove me to fuck long and hard. It's an excellent bitch. I love owning it. It is such a rush to know I own it. I own it don't I, bitch?"

I smile to myself, knowing I just helped give Master one of the best fuck of his life.

I moan," Yes, Master....."

Then say it bitch!

"You own it, Master. Its yours, all of it is yours. It love you so much! Its body and soul belong to you, Master."

I truly believe that too. I love him so much. Each ordeal only makes me want him to own me more. Nothing else matters except serving my Master and Owner. I don't care about being the captain of my wrestling team or what my father might think about being my Master's slave. All I want is to serve my Master for the rest of my life!

"Good slave. It's learning what it's meant to be. After the weekend is over, we will discuss permanent enslavement. Would you like to be my permanent slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, I will have a permanent `Slavery Contract' created. It has pleased me very much. Taken everything I did to it and still wants to be my slave."

Master hugs me while I am still tied down to the bench. It feels so good to be held by him, feeling safe in his arms.

After resting for a while, Master gets up, pressing on my back as he pulls his still half hard cock out of my hole. The hole I hope he will use often.

Slave Twenty unstraps me and helps me stand up. I am a little wobbly but Twenty helps me from falling over until I'm good at standing on my own.

Master looks over at the almost full cylinder of my cum.

"It did well for its first milking session. I will have to ask Dad to get one for our basement dungeon. Would my slave like to be milked weekly?"

I'm not sure if I want to be milked like this again, but then look into Master's eyes,

"Yes Master, I want to please you. If that is what Master wants, please milk it weekly."

"Good slave. Selling its cum will give me some spending cash."

I smile at Master, glad to please him. If selling my cum makes my Master happy then I will do it for my Master.

He then grabs my leash and pulls me out of the barn. We go straight up to his bedroom.

"Remove my clothes."

"Yes, Master."

I quickly remove his clothes, smelling the sweat that has built up. Fuck, it smells good. I have often smelt sweaty guys while wrestling them and in the locker room. Yet, I have never been attracted to their smell until now! My mouth waters, and I unconsciously lick my lips.

Master hops onto the bed, placing his hands behind his head. He looks at me with a smirk that makes me nervous. Fuck! He is so sure of himself. What is he planning on doing to me now?

"Come here. Lick my nipples and taste me. I know you want to. I see it in your eyes."

How did he know I wanted to taste him? Shit, I don't care and crawl onto the bed. I lay next to him, feeling his sweaty body pressed against mine. Looking at his beautiful chest muscles, I lick my lips again. I dive into his chest, licking his right nipple and tasting his deliciously sweaty body. It just causes my cock to get hard again. Fuck! After hours of being milked, how the hell am I able to get hard again? I suck on his nipple, hearing Master moan. I love hearing him moan. Then I move to his left nipple and get a renewed taste. I want more, though. So, I start licking all over his chest. God, it's so good. I hear him moan, so I know I am doing something right. I lick his abs and then up his side to his pits. Oh, Fuck! They taste the best! I take in a big breath, which only makes my mouth water more. Licking and smelling is driving me crazy! How can someone smell and taste so good? It's unreal.

Master relaxes as I continue to lick up his arms and over his neck to get to the other pit and arm. After cleaning as much sweat as I can from his pits, I work my way down his legs. Moving between his leg gives me the opportunity to work on cleaning up his sweating balls.

Finally, I work on his feet. They are just as sweet as his pits and balls. The taste drives me nuts, sucking each toe, trying to lick as much sweat as possible. I work on the sole and heel, working my way around the whole foot. When I can't taste his yummy sweat anymore, I switch to his other foot. My cock is now dripping precum as I can't help but love my Master's body even more.

Master then rolls over. Oh God, Yes! There is more of him I haven't licked. This just renews my efforts. So, I lick up the backside of Master's legs, smelling the sweat between his ass cheeks as I move down the opposite leg. When I reach his ass again, I need to taste and smell his hole. I dive in, licking up and down his crack until it relaxes, allowing me to enter his hole with my tongue. I push my tongue as deep as I can, tasting his ass juices mixed with all the sweat built up in his crack. Master moans again, causing me to double my effort.

I love pleasing him. My dick jumps at the thought of giving my Master the pleasure he most deserves. This is what I'm meant to be. I can see myself licking Master's body after each wrestling practice.

After a half hour of licking Master's hole, he rolls back over. I can see he is hard again. Dam! His cock looks so good. There's precum leaking out of the head. I lick my lips wanting to taste his delicious cum again!

"Go ahead, lick the head. I can tell you want to taste my seed again. Do what you are meant for. Please me, slave."

I don't need any more encouragement. My mouth is open over the top of the cock head just as Master finished speaking."

I lick all around the head, collecting sweet precum. It tastes so good. Oh, God! I want more. So I dive down on the monster cock, hoping to get more precum to be produced. Every time I go up, I lick the head, tasting more precum. Holly Shit, it's so good. Better then any dessert I have ever had. I think cum could be my new favorite dessert. God knows when I will ever be able to eat real dessert. So, cum is now my dessert.

I dive deeper, sucking my Master so I can have my delicious sweet dessert. I suck Master for another hour then I'm rewarded with my hot sweet, creamy dessert filling my mouth.

Master smiles, "It must really like my cum. That was the best head it has given me so far."

I look up and smile at Master, happy I have pleased him so well.

"OH! Thank you, Master. Yes, It loves your sweet delicious cum. It's better than chocolate."

I rotate my tongue all the way around the head, licking the cum as I milk his cock with my hands. I want to get every last drop of cum.

"OK, it is almost dinner time let's shower. Go get the shower ready."

"Yes, Master."

I run into the private bathroom connected to the suite. I step into the shower and turn on the water. It's cold at first, so I adjust the temperature as Master likes it. At least, I hope it is correct.

I hear the house slave inform Master that dinner is almost ready. Master steps into the shower with me and gets under the water. I lick my lips, watching him close his eyes as the water fall over his head and down his perfect body. Fuck he is hot. I lean in and lick his right nipple and all around his hard pec.

"I know it loves to worship me, and I love that it does, but dinner is almost ready so get to work!"

Reluctantly, I start washing him. Once again, I admire his magnificent muscles as I wash him. Dam, why haven't I seen how perfect his body was before? A body like that is meant to be worshiped. Once again my dick gets hard as admire and wash him at the same time. Yet, Master keeps me focused on washing him. Once I am done, Master orders me to dry him and then clean myself inside and out. Once again I have to use cold water to clean with. This makes my dick shrink.

After drying myself with the rough towels, I walk out of the bathroom to find Master sitting on the bed naked and looking at his phone.

Without looking up, "Dress me."

I grab some socks, shorts, and a T-shirt from the dresser. Ever since I have known Master, he has never worn underwear. He is not ashamed of showing off his cock to the world. I used to think he was just being cocky. Now, I admire that cockiness. He has the right to show off his cock to the world. I certainly love seeing it show through the athletic shorts. I quickly dress him.

"Sandals."

I run to the closet, grab a pair of sandals, and place them at Master's feet. He slips them on and grabs my leash. He leads me to the dining room, where his father and Uncle are already seated. From the opposite door, his brother Jason comes in with his slave Sparky crawling behind in full puppy gear. I lick my lips, seeing Jason. Dam, boy, that's hot! I pop another woody, hoping someday I will be able to be in bed with him.

Master sits and I kneel beside him, bowing my head in submission. Master Jason sits next to his brother with his pup kneeling at his opposite side. The brothers roughhouse a little before their father clears his voice. They settle down after hearing their father clear his throat.

Master Frank asks, "Alex, how was your day with your new slave? It looks a lot more comfortable in its status now than this morning."

"Yes, Dad, it's realizing its true nature. After going through some slave training today, it still worships me. It just gave me a tongue bath, loving my sweaty body after I fucked it for hours on a milking station. I even whipped in the fields as it plowed Uncle's land."

Master's tone sounds like he is proud of being able to break me. I do worship and love him. I will do anything for him. He places his hand on my head, rubbing me like a pet. It makes me feel safe and loved.

Master's other slaves are in the kitchen getting the meals ready for the Masters.

Master Frank comments, "So, son, do you think it will be ready for permanent enslavement before its temporary enslavement is over?"

"Oh, Yes, Dad! I think it will be ready. I still think it would be a good Alpha slave."

Master Frank says approvingly, "Yes, I think you are right. It would be good to have an Alpha slave. We will need a few Alpha slaves to keep control of all our slaves when we are not around. By acquiring this slave, it looks like you have acquired another slave, too."

Master explains, "Yes, Dad, slave Nicky is now my slave too. My Alpha slave will oversee slave Nicky and its father, slave Jamie when I'm not around. This will help feed the Dom side of my Alpha slave. So, its sub-side will be ready to serve me without its Dom side getting in the way."

Holy Shit! They are talking about my future and not even asking me for my opinion. Like I am already Master's permanent slave. Am I ready to become a slave for the rest of my life? At this point, do I have a choice? If Master threw a permanent slavery contract in my face right now, I most likely would sign it. How could I say no to him? I love him! Fuck! Has Master really broken me? How could I have been broken in such a short time?

Master asks, "What about the slave's father?"

Master Frank replies, "As I said before, I will take care of the father."

What does he mean about taking care of my father? My father will never let me become a permanent slave. How could a father let his son be enslaved? Then, I look at the other slaves and their fathers. These fathers did just that!

I suddenly fear Master Frank might try to enslave my father. I don't see how my father would ever agree to become a slave. He is a 100% dominant man. Yet, I never dreamed I would become a slave, but look at me now!

Master replies, "Yeah, I know Dad! You got it covered. Yet, I really want to keep this one. He is very special."

Master rubs my head affectionately. Oh WOW! Master really thinks I'm special. A spark of intense warmth floods my whole body, causing me to moan and my dick to leak precum on the hardwood floors.

Master looks down at me and smiles, "See, it wants to be my slave forever." pointing at the precum dripping on the floor. "I need to get the father on board."

Master Frank, "Don't worry, I have a plan. Have I ever let you down, son?"

Master agrees, "You're right! Everything has gone as planned with all our slaves. Sorry, Dad. I'm just nervous about this one. It has been my friend ever since we moved. I don't want to lose it if the father doesn't let me enslave it. I know you will get its father on board. You can convince anyone to do whatever you want. I'm lucky to have you as my Dad."

Master Frank," You have nothing to worry about. I have a feeling its father will not object to your lifetime ownership of the slave."

Master pats my head, looking down at me again, "See, I told it that my Dad will take care of its father. It will be my slave forever! It wants that, doesn't it?"

I look up at Master, "Yes, Master, with all its heart."

Master Jason then asks, "What about me? It wanted to be my boyfriend."

Master Frank, "Do you want to be this slave's boyfriend?"

Master Jason smiles at me, and I smile back. I still have a connection to Master Jason, but it is a different connection than with Master Alex.

Master Jason looks at his brother rather than at his father. "Yes, I think I do. I never had a boyfriend, so I would like to try it."

Master Frank comments, "Your brother did say it would be an Alpha slave. Since it is your brother's property, it is up to him."

I now get nervous. Will Master let Jason and me date and become his boyfriend?

Master looks at Jason, "Yes, with a few conditions. The conditions would need to be added to its new lifetime 'Slavery Contract'."

My needs or wants come before your relationship.

You can never override a rule or command I give my slave.

All plans you two make have to be approved by me.

I can remove any approved plans without notice.

It is a slave first and a boyfriend second.

I plan on milking it and selling it sperm. So don't let it orgasm

much or at all when it is having sex with you.

It will always respect you no matter what. It is a slave after all.

All free men are to be respected, especially a Master like you.

I have the right to end the relationship at any time for any reason.

Master Jason smiles at me and then looks at his brother, "I can live with that. I will have it give you our planned dates each week for your approval. I understand completely that it is your slave property, and my relationship is secondary to its service to you. Thank you, brother. I have never been on a date, so this should be fun!"

Holly Shit they just arranged my relationship with Jason without even consulting me! Yet, in a fucked up way, I'm OK with the conditions. I don't expect Jason to be my bitch slave like I planned. He is still a Master and is above me, after all.

Master says, "Good, then you can be my slave's boyfriend. I think it will do you good to go on dates. I love you, brother, but you need someone other than Dad and me to have a relationship with. Just remember, if it doesn't work out, then I don't want drama with it later. It will be my slave for the rest of its life. If you have issues with it then come to me. We can come up with an appropriate punishment or solution."

Master Jason, "Thank you, brother. I look forward to taking my boyfriend on dates. It's a hot boy, and I would like to get to know it better."

I too, look forward to going on dates with Jason. I can't believe Jason has never been on a date. WOW! I'm going to be his first date. The first dates should be special. So, I'm determined to make his first date special indeed. I better not fuck up this relationship like I did all the others. Looking back with my new perspective of a slave, I was an asshole to my boyfriends. I tried to make my boyfriends my slaves. It's how my dad treats my mother. So, I thought that is how I should treat my boyfriends. Yet, I know it was wrong. They never agreed to be my slaves. It will be different with Master Jason. Instead, I will be the slave from the start of our relationship. I will treat him with the respect he deserves.

As the Masters talk about my new life, the other slaves serve them drink and food. Once again, I'm fed the slave stew and have to eat it with my mouth. I'm getting better at eating and drinking this way. The slave stew is OK. I would prefer what my Master is eating, but I accept its not to be. I'm a slave and eat whatever my Master wishes me to eat. It's not my choice. I used to complain about my mother's cooking sometimes. Now, I would love to taste one of her home-cooked meals. I wonder what my home life will be like when I return home. Will Master keep me eating his slave stew? Will I have to be naked all the time? Will my Dad treat me differently? I have so many questions with no answers.

After dessert is served, slave Nicky kneels beside me. The house slave serves him a bowl of slave stew and a bowl of water. When Nicky is finished, he starts licking my face. I face him and let him clean me. Then I clean his face, too.

Master rubs our heads, "Good slaves, it's learning the slave training quickly. That will do it well in the future. Learn quickly, and it will not be punished! Now think me for feeding it."

Nicky and I both say at the same time, "Thank you, Master, for feeding your slave".

Master further explains, "Food is a privilege not a right for slaves. It's best to remember that if it wants to be fed regularly."

We both lower our heads and say, "Yes, Master."

WOW! I just agreed that Master could withhold food from me. I need to make sure not to ever complain about how Master feeds me. I realize it's another way Master is keeping me under his control. I can't live without food. So, I'm dependent on my Master in order to stay alive! Would my father agree to let me starve? Then I remember when father was angry with Mother. She wouldn't eat for a few days. I thought it was that she was trying to look good for my Dad. Yet, now I think he kept food from her as punishment. Father did comment on how much she could serve herself. I could eat as much as I wanted, but she looked at Dad whenever she took a serving of food. He would nod to her before each serving of food. I didn't understand the unspoken communication between them at the time. Will he be treating me the same way he does my mother once he finds out I'm a slave?

Patting me on my head, "It will be doing housework the rest of the day and tomorrow. The house slave will be your Alpha slave trainer for today and tomorrow. Follow all its orders as it would mine. The house slave has the right to punish my slave if it makes mistakes or misbehaves. Do I make myself clear, slave?"

"Yes, Master! Your slave understands and will do its best to make its Master proud."

"Good slave. Now run along to the kitchen. I'm sure there are dishes that need to be cleaned."

"Yes Master.", I get up and quickly run into the kitchen. I look back and see Nicky crawl closer to Master. For a second, I'm jealous of Nicky. I want to spend the rest of the day with Master. Yet, I have my orders and enter the kitchen."

As soon as I enter the kitchen a towel is thrown in my face.

The house slave orders, "Get to work slave. Start drying the dishes. It's already late and the dishes are stacking up!"

I look at the slave with shock. I was just told to come help. How could I be late already?

He shouts,"I SAID TO GET TO WORK, SLAVE!"

The house slave hits me with a cane on my ass! I scream, then run to the stack of dishes and start drying.

"Also, make sure there are no water spots. My Master does not allow his dishes to be spotty. Understand, slave!"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Don't call me `Sir'. Just do as I say, and I will not have to use the cane again!"

I look at the cane in his hand and quickly get to work drying the dishes, double-checking that there are no spots. I have a feeling this is going to be another long, painful day!

My former slave Jamie is standing next to me washing the dishes. I see other washing stations where the pots are being washed by the other slaves. The house slave walks behind us, inspecting our work. I hear other slaves; scream behind, assuming the house slave is `correcting' them for their mistakes, too. I don't think I like this house slave very much.

I missed a few spots on some of the dishes and felt the cane again on my ass. We had to rewash the spotty dishes even though all I had to do is wipe them with the dry towel. Jamie looked at me with a disapproving look. My former slave is now looking down at me for my mistakes.

I whisper, "Sorry."

He whispers back, "Don't make mistakes or we both will feel the cane."

Then we both scream!

"No talking!"

We quickly get back to work. I look at Jamie and he doesn't look happy. He can't blame me for getting him getting caned. He did not have to respond to my saying `Sorry'. I was just trying to be nice!

When we are done with the dishes, the house slave has Jamie, and I mop the kitchen floor.

It is late and our Master's have all gone to bed. So, not disturb our Masters, all of us slaves except the twins are put in cage in the barn. The twins were taken away long after I enter the kitchen. It's a cold night out in the barn. I look around and see most of the 50 cages stack on top of each other are filled with slave boys of all ages. Most are young but some are older. All have steel collars around their necks and metal cuff on their ankles and wrist like me. No one talks. I just hear movement in the cages every so often. Most are sleep from what must be a brutal day of working in the fields.

As I fall asleep, I feel the pain in my back from the whipping earlier. It's a reminder how Master broke me so my sub side could out. All of what happened to me, is flash through my mind. I smile as the endorphins flood my system. My dick his hard as I re-live Master's slave training.

I'm woken as the door to my cage is opened and the house slave is in front of the cage.

"OUT!"

I crawl out fo the cage per the orders of an Alpha slave. I look up at the older Alpha and want to be like him! He clips a leash to my collar and leads me to the house.

For the day I am paired up with Jamie. By the end of the day, I no longer think of him as my former slave but as my fellow slave. We are no longer Master and slave but equals serving our Masters.

Jamie and I are assign to vacuuming up the rooms of the Master's bedrooms and all other rooms in the Mansion. The Mansion is huge with at least 20 suites with two rooms each. We have to lug the vacuums upstairs and from room to room. The house slave would come in and order us to slow down and let the vacuum do its job. Several times, we were caned. If one of us fucked up, we were both caned. I started feeling bad for getting Jamie punished for my mistakes.

After vacuuming, the house slave feeds us lunch in the kitchen. I am grateful since I have worked up an appetite with all this housework. However, it is a lot better than plowing the fields! Every so often, I still feel the sting of the whip marks on my back as I am working.

After lunch, the house slave has us clean all 20 bathrooms of the Mansion. Again, we are caned if there are any spots on the counters, toilet lids, shower doors, etc. We learned quickly to check each other's work. We don't want to feel the cane anymore. By the end of the day, we end up friends. Well, as much of friends as slaves can be to each other. We were not allowed to talk so it was more unspoken words exchanged. I think Jamie stops seeing me as the Master who broke his son to become a slave. I believe Jamie realizes I'm a pawn in our Master's plan as much as he is. In some ways, I feel like I was tricked, but know I wasn't really. I should feel betrayed by my best friend. However, I did agree to the stupid wrestling match and I'm glad I did. I would have never let my submissive side come out if I did not agree to the match.

Now, I am thinking about Master and miss him. Nicky is lucky to have time with Master today. I look into Jamie's eyes. I see the longing for Master, too. Jamie, Nicky, and I are more alike than I could have ever imagined.

When we are done with the bathrooms, the house slave orders us back to the kitchen. We are all lined up with our hands behind our backs, legs spread as the house slave swinging the evil cane in front of us. Fuck what now. There are seven slaves lined up, all fearing what is going to happen next!

"Slaves, we have a special guest that has arrived for dinner. So, everything must be perfect. We will be serving several courses for the meal. While you two slaves were fucking off upstairs" pointing the cane at Jamie and me, "the other slaves were hard at work preparing dinner for our honored guest. Now, you two come here."

Jamie and I walk to the asshole of a slave. We worked our asses off today, and this is what we get!

"Put four appetizers on the tray and carry the tray out to the Masters. Place an appetizer in front of each Master. Don't talk unless a Master asks you a question. Be quick but polite at the same time."

I pick up a tray. It is heavy, but nothing I can not handle. The house slave shows me how to carry the tray on my shoulders. I walk through the double doors leading to the formal dining room. I stop dead in my tracks, looking at my Father sitting at the table. What the hell is he doing here? Then realize I'm naked and attempt to turn back when I see Jamie heading my way with a pitcher of water. I have no choice but to do as I'm told. With a red face and keeping my head down so as not to look into my father's eyes. He ignores me even though our eyes met once. That's when I notice my mother kneeling at my father's feet. She is naked with a collar around her neck. It looks like the same collar I'm wearing. Father talks with my Master and his Dad and uncle without even looking at his naked son in a slave collar. I place an appetizer on my Master's plate and feel a tweak of my right nipple as I bend over to put the appetizer in front of him. I almost yelled out in surprise but kept my cool. I finish with my Dad's appetizer. Again, he ignores me except I swear I felt his hand brush my leg as I leave his side. Did I imagine it or did my dad just make a pass at me? I rush out of the dining room, mortified at what just happened. I stop just inside the kitchen, trying to process my Dad seeing me working as a slave. What the hell! He didn't come to my rescue! I thought at the end of this weekend, my dad would end up saving me from myself. I have a sinking feeling that is not going to be the case! Then, seeing my mother kneeling at his feet with the same slave collar I'm wearing only confirms she is his slave. Why didn't he even acknowledge me? I'm his God Dam Son!

I'm thrown out of my thoughts by a stinging pain hitting my back! "Don't just stand there slave, get another tray ready for the wine."

FUCK! I hate that evil cane. I rush to the counter, pull out another large tray and start placing wine glasses on the tray. Jamie is carrying two bottles of wine, red and white. He heads back out to the dining room. I quickly pick up the tray and follow him. God! I don't want to go back out there. Yet, I know I have to. So, I follow Jamie around the table and place empty wine glasses in front of each Master at a time while Jamie fills them. As I wait for Jamie to fill my Master's glass, he rubs my naked ass. I look over at my dad who continues to have small talk with Master like nothing is abnormal about his naked son being grabbed like a slutty waiter in some bar. Except I can't slap my Master's hand away as a normal waiter can. So, I stand there, letting my Master have his way with me in front of my Dad and mother. He grabs Jamie's ass too. We dare not move, or we might anger our Master. Yet, every second is humiliating as my dad sees me being played with like a cheap whore. My face turns a deep shade of red. Master rubs my hole as he continues to talk to Dad like nothing is amiss. Then he pushes his middle finger into my hole. I let out an involuntarily moan, which only causes me more humiliation. I think Master enjoys humiliating me. I see Jamie is also being finger fucked. Master removes his finger from my hole and presents it to my mouth.

"Clean it"

I couldn't be even more embarrassed as I open my mouth and suck my Master's finger clean. He does the same thing to Jamie.

"Continue to serve the Masters, slaves."

That is the first time my Dad hears me being called a `slave!' I try to look at his face to see if there is any reaction, but nothing. It's like I don't even exist. What the hell! Jamie and I continue to work our way around the table, ending with my dad. As Jamie fills my Dad's glass, my Dad rubs my ass. I freeze in place, not sure what to do. I'm holding a tray now with nothing on it. I tell myself that I need to leave, but I know I can't. Master would find it rude if I left while a Master is touching me. OH, GOD! I just referred to my Dad as a Master. I look down at my mother kneeling beside my Dad and realize my Dad is a Master. He owns my mother. Just like Master owns me. I breathe a sigh of relief when Dad lets go of my ass so I can leave.

When I get back into the kitchen, I want to run and hide. Yet, the house slave has more plans for Jamie and me. There is another tray full of Greek salads. This time Jamie picks up the tray and I serve the Masters. Once again, my Master plays with my body. This time he jerks my dick. Soon my dick is pointing straight out. He lets go of me. Yet, in my horny state, my dick keeps banging on the table and the chairs. Each Master I serve a salad to jerks me even more which only keeps me harder. By the time, I get to my Dad, I am dripping precum. I am shocked when Dad scoops some precum and feeds it to me on his finger. It is the first time my Dad looks me in the face. He just smiles and says,

"Good, slave," when I place the salad in front of him.

I'm shocked that my own Dad just called me a slave.

Automatically, I respond with, "Thank you, Da... I mean Master."

My face turns an even darker shade of red. I quickly walk to the kitchen before my Dad can touch me again. My own Dad just called me a slave to my FACE! My Dad is not going to save me. In the back of my head, I thought my Dad was going to save me from myself. I really do not want to go back out there. Yet, when I return to the kitchen, the house slave already has other slaves getting a tray ready for the main course of lobster and filet mignon with asparagus and potatoes. Oh God, that smells so good.

We have to wait 10 minutes so that the Masters have time to finish their salad before serving the main course. Once again, Jamie and I are teamed up. Again, Jamie grabs the tray, and I follow him out. We serve my Master first. Again, as I bend over to place the main course in front of him, he pinches my nipple even harder this time. I wince in pain but do not stop what I'm doing. When I go to serve the other Masters, they slaps my ass hard. I jump in surprise but continue serving. When I serve my Dad, he says, "Good, slave".

Again, automatically I say, "Thank you, Master. It's a pleasure, Master."

Then, once again, I quickly walk to the kitchen with the empty tray. We prepare the dessert on the trays with apple pie and homemade whip cream. After about 30 minutes, Jamie and I are ordered to retrieve the dirty plates. Jamie grabs an empty tray again before I can. I think he doesn't want to be in the spotlight. Which only means I am. I follow him out. I grab the dirty plates, this time, it is Master Frank who rubs my ass and pushes his finger in my hole, as I bend over to remove his dirty dishes. God Damit, my face gets hot again with embarrassment. He rubs my prostrate, causing me to moan. He keeps me moaning until my dick is once again pointing straight out.

My dad comments, "The slave responds well."

Master Frank, "Yes, my boy has been training this slave for the last few days. Its hole knows the pleasure that a Master can give it. I will have to show you the video I have of it being milked then my son fucking for hours."

Once again, I'm mortified that my Dad talking about me as if I'm a slave and not his only SON! I have to stand here a let Master Frank fuck my hole while my father watches, apparently liking how I respond. I didn't realize that Master Paul had cameras in the milking room. I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Dad responds, "I would enjoy watching it. Your son most be a very persuasive Master to bring out my son's submissive side."

I look over at Master, seeing him beam with pride.

Master Frank, "Thank you. He takes after his old man. You should see how my son fucked this slave into submitting itself to become my son's slave for life. That is the reason I invited you out here. To get your approval to allow my son to take lifetime ownership of this slave."

I am shocked at what my Dad says next, "Yes, Frank, Your son would make a great Master for my son. He has my blessing to enslave him for life. It's obvious that he takes after his mother."

Just then, Master Frank rubs my prostrate, causing another moan. Did my Dad just agree to let my best friend enslave me for life? In any other situation, it would be like asking my father for his blessing in marriage. Yet, with a marriage, you have the right to divorce. As a slave, I have no right to quit being a slave. In fact, I do not have any rights at all! I'm Master's property and no one is going to come and save me.

Master Frank replies, "Excellent, after dinner, we will have the permanent collaring ceremony. As we discussed earlier, you will retain ownership of this slave until its 18th birthday. My son will be his Master, but you have full rights to use it. It will live with you and serve you as the slave it is meant to be. Then, on its 18th birthday, all legal rights will be transferred to my son. The agreed purchase price will be transferred to your account on its 18th birthday."

What the FUCK! My father is selling me to my Master. I let out another moan while listening to all this. It must look like I'm a slut. No wonder my Dad is selling me. He is right I am just like my mother.

Master Frank pulls out of my hole, and once again I have to clean a finger that was in my hole in front of my Dad.

He slaps my ass and orders, "Finish serving the food, slave. You don't want it to get cold do you?"

"Yes Master, I mean no, Master. Thank you, Master."

As I bend over to get my Dad's dirty dishes, he grabs my balls and squeezes. Then whispers in my ear.

"You're just like your mother. You're going to make up for how much I spent on your mother, slave. Be prepared to serve me as your mother does for the next 6 months. You would like that, wouldn't you, bitch!"

I whisper, "Yes Sir, this slave would like that very much."

"Good, slave. It has discovered where it belongs. At the feet of its owner. It will serve me like it does its Master, right slave?"

"Yes, Sir, Thank you for allowing this slave to serve you."

"Good slave, I expect nothing less."

Then my Dad releases my balls. I rush back to the safety of the kitchen. Except when I step into the kitchen, the house slave is ready with the evil cane.

He hits my ass, asking, "What took so long, slave?"

"Oh, sorry. The Masters wanted to use this slave and had no choice but to be delayed."

He hits me again and I yell out, "Are you blaming the Masters for its slowness?"

I yell out, "NO, NOT AT ALL. IT IS THIS SLAVE'S FAULT. IT DESERVES TO BE PUNISHED!"

He hits me three more times, "That is right, slave. There is no excuse for slowness in a slave's duties. Now, help start cleaning the pots and pans. In 30 minutes, it will serve the desserts to the Masters."

I yell, "IT UNDERSTANDS!" and rush over to the sink.

This time Nicky is helping me dry the pots and pans. He gives me a knowing look. I'm now like him, a slave to our Master. Yet, soon I will be Master's permanent slave. At least, Nicky will be freed someday. My dad is selling me into slavery, and he never even asks what I want. I guess seeing me serving as a slave to my Master, he understands what I want. Then it hit me. Master bought my mother! Did her father sell her to my Dad like Dad is doing to me? I have never met my grandparents. Is that the reason? Did my Dad always own me since I'm a product of a slave? What did Master mean by the collaring ceremony? Then I remember slave Twenty saying that it was the day he was collared by Master Paul. It is more like his birthday, when he is reborn as a slave. He called it a very special day. Will this collaring ceremony be like that, a special day to celebrate every year?

All these questions run through my mind as Nicky, and I finish the pots and pans. The house slave orders us next to serve the Masters their desserts. Nicky picks up the tray and I follow him out. I fear more humiliation from the Masters and my Dad. When I walk out, I no longer see my mother kneeling beside my Dad. I serve the desserts to the Masters which, now, I understand I should include my Dad as a Master, too. This time, we start with my Dad's dessert. When I bend over to place his dessert, I look down between his legs to see my mother sucking his cock. Holly Shit! It's a huge cock. Like me, she is taking all of it down her throat. My Dad then grabs my ass while I'm bent over and rubs my crack. I yelp in surprise when he pushes his finger deep into my hole. Just like Master Frank, he starts rubbing his finger up and down my prostrate, causing me to moan involuntarily. My own Dad is finger fucking me while at the same my mother is blowing him. Does my Dad want to fuck me?

He removes his finger and presents it to my mouth. Once again, I have to humiliate myself by sucking off my own ass juices off a superior man's finger. Once I clean his finger to his satisfaction, he slaps my ass.

"Slave, it may continue serving its Masters."

I continue around the table, serving the desserts to the Masters. I now have no doubt in my mind that my Dad is a Master, just like all the others at this table. My Dad owns my mother and I now understand he feels that he owns me too. Did he always feel that way or is it because I gave myself to Master Alex?

After placing a dessert in front of my Master, he grabs my wrist.

"Crawl under the table and suck me."

So, I fall to my knees and crawl under the table. I see my mother naked between my Dad's legs still sucking his cock. So, I crawl between Master's legs, ready to serve my Master as my mother is doing for my Father. I pull down Master's shorts and take his beautiful cock in my mouth, loving the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth. I lick the head clean of the precum. Seeing my mother sucking my Dad must have got him horny. Or, is it my humiliation from both his Dad and finger fucking my hole? The Masters continue to talk like it's completely normal to have a mother and her son suck cocks at the dining room table. Before Nicky is able to leave the room he is called by Master Frank.

"Slave, get over here and suck my cock. Oh, and but before you do, have Sparky come out here and suck my son Jason's cock. Brother, would you like to use one of my slaves this evening?"

Master Paul smiles, "Why thank you, brother. Yeah, I would like to sample slave David's mouth. He's one of the parents you enslaved from the family of slaves, right?"

Master Frank yells out to Nicky, "Also, bring slave David with you."

I hear the kitchen door swing then a few seconds later, slaves Nicky, Spark, and David are under the table sucking the other three Masters. Meanwhile, the rest of the slaves are keeping our Master's drinks filled and cleaning up after them.

Master asks my Dad, "I bet it is nice to finally be yourself now that your son, knows what you are to him and his mother."

Dad says, "Yeah, it feels good just be myself. Seeing my son serve you as your slave made me think. Why did I hide it from him all his life? I tried to raise him as a Master, but now I see he is truly better off as your slave."

Master adds, "Thank you for allowing him to be my slave permanently. I will take good care of your son. Of course, you still own him for the next 6 months."

Dad happily says, "It's my pleasure. He chose to be your slave, so it is only right you become his Master and own him once he's 18. After all, you are the one who broke him and showed him his true purpose in life. I always knew because he came from his mother that, there was a chance he would choose to be a slave. I'm proud of him for choosing the right path for himself."

Master asks, "How did you acquire its mother?"

Dad laughs, "That is an interesting story. I won her in a poker game with her father. He was out of cash and had no other collateral. So, her father asks her if she would put herself up as collateral in the bet. To my surprise, she agreed. Of course, I won the game, and she was mine. She was about the same age as my son is now when I brought her home. I fucked her and she became pregnant with our son the same night I collared her. So, every birthday of my son is extra special as we celebrated her collaring day too. He never knew it was the same day. Tonight, he will have the same special collaring day like his mother celebrates."

OH MY GOD! My mother was used as collateral for a high-stakes poker game. Now, I know why I never saw my mom's family side of the family tree. I find it ironic that my mother and I both became slaves due to a bet!

My Dad adds, "If my son didn't choose to be your slave, then I would have freed him when he turned 18. But as it turns out, he will be owned for his entire life."

Dad does think he has always owned me! In fact, he's going to sell me to my Master.

Master laughs, "Well, I guess I was lucky to invite him to the farm and bet him in the wrestling match."

Master looks down at me, "Just think, slave, it could have been freed if it only said no to the wrestling match against me. Now, I get to own it for the rest of its life. There is no turning back now. No one is coming to your rescue. You're mine, boy."

He pats me on the head, proud of what he did to me.

Master Frank then says loudly, "Son, do you think it's time to begin the `Collaring Ceremony'?"

Master smiles at his dad, "Yes, Dad, I think it is time. Let's make it official!"

Master pulls his cock out of my throat and I puts his cock away. He scoops back, gets up, and grabs my leash, pulling me out from under the table. I am pulled out of the dining room while the other four Masters follow us. He opens double doors to a large room with comfortable red velvet seats along the two walls. A raised chair on a platform is in the center of the back wall. It looks like a chair for a king. The room is lined with red pine wood on the walls and ceiling. It reminds me of a throne room for a king and queen.

Master walks up to the throne and sits.

"Kneel slave, with your hand behind your back, and look up at me."

I kneel in front of my Master, staring up into his eyes. I no longer see him as my best friend. He's my Master. I love him so much and will do anything for him.

The other four Masters sit on the side chairs while their slaves kneel at their side. Kneeling on either side of the throne are slaves Jimmy, Billy, Nicky, and Jamie. Kneeling beside Master Jason is Sparky. Kneeling beside Master Frank are slaves Adam and David. Kneeling beside Master Paul is the house slave. I never did get his name; it's just a number. Finally, kneeling beside my father is my mother.

The collar I was wearing unclicks, and Master removes it from my neck. Next, came the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Until they were removed, don't I realize how heavy they were? I am confused. Why was the collar and cuffs removed? I have already told my Master that I want to become his slave for the rest of my life.

Master then looks down at me, then addresses me with such authority that I shiver.

"Does Robert Johnson willingly give himself to me as his Master? Give me complete and total control of his body and mind. Giving up all rights as a human being and becoming my property? Allowing me to modify his body and mind as I see fit. To pledge its life in service to me in all things without question for the rest of your life or is sold to another?"

Anticipation and excitement fills me. I look at my Master and say, "Yes, it does, Master."

Master then addresses everyone in the room, "One known as Robert Johnson has pledged its life in service to me until its death or is sold. He gives himself to me freely. Who is his current Owner?"

My Father stands and says, "I, Eric Johnson, am his current Owner."

Master looks at my father, "Do you, Eric Johnson, wish to sell one Robert Johnson to me upon his 18th birthday, giving up all rights of ownership of one Robert Johnson?"

My father says, "Yes, I do."

Master looks at his Father and says, "Father, please hand his current owner the `Purchasing Agreement'."

I hear Master Frank handing some papers to my father, or should I say my Owner as everyone seems to think. I hear pages shuffling. Then Master Frank walks back to my Master and hands him the `Purchasing Agreement'.

I see Master looking at the `Purchasing Agreement', and then he signs it.

Master asks, "Father, please hand me the Power of Attorney, Advance Directive, and Slavery Contract."

Master Frank hands over all three documents, flips pages, and signs all three documents. He then throws them in front of me, including the "Purchasing Agreement."

Master looks down at me, "Read and sign the documents, slave."

I pick up the `Purchasing Agreement' first. It read like buying something very important and expensive. I learn my father is selling me for 1.5 million dollars. Holly Crap, that is a lot of money. The purchasing agreement is post-dated for my 18th birthday. It makes me feel strange and proud that I'm worth so much but also sad that my father doesn't see me as a person but as something he owns. Although, I just confessed that I am not a person anymore in the eyes of these men. At the end of the agreement is a place for my signature, the one who agrees to be sold. I sign the agreement.

Next, I pick up the next document, "Power of Attorney." I learned in school that it's a legal document that gives someone control over you financially. You give that person the right to speak for you on your behalf, and that person has control of all your finances. It's once again post-dated for my 18th birthday. I just have to sign it, which I do.

Next is the "Advance Directive". It gives my Master the right to make any medical decision on my behalf. I did agree to allow my Master to modify my body and mind. So, I sign it as well, once again post-dated for my 18th birthday.

Finally, there is the "Slavery Contract". It is similar to the "Slavery Contract" I had Nicky sign when I was a Master. Except this one has no expiration date. It also allows me to date someone of my Master's choosing. All the rules Master laid out for my dating Master Jason is included in the contract. It declares that I'm Master's Alpha slave. I am above all his slaves, including Billy, Jimmy, Nicky, and Jamie. WOW! I'm Master's Alpha slave. That seems to fuel my dominant side, causing my cock to be even harder! I am Master's fifth slave. I laugh to myself, does that mean I am part of a harem of slaves? I get to the last page and see that Master has signed it already. I place the pen on the contract. For a brief moment I think, am I doing the right thing? Then I remember all that Master put me through, the good and the bad. I enjoyed it all, especially the good. It felt so good to please Master despite being whipped, shocked, and caned! I remember all five of us slaves worshiping him together and then me worshiping him solo. I want to do that again and again. The taste of my Master is so addictive. Yes! This is what I want for the rest of my life. So, sign my life over to my Master!

Master has Nicky pick up the documents and hand them to Master Frank.

"Slave, stand and come here."

By this point, I am rock hard and smiling. I stand up and walk to my Master. When I get arm's length from him, he grabs my balls and pulls me to him.

"Slave, since it is an Alpha slave and still will be the captain of the wrestling team, its collar needs to be hidden for now."

Master picks up a much smaller collar, which confuses me. There is no way it could go around my neck. Still holding my balls, he wraps the collar around my balls instead. He presses the collar closed around my balls, and I hear a clicking sound. I now know it's locked onto me!

Master smiles at me, "Slave, it will wear the balls stretching collar for the rest of its life. Just like the neck collar, it's controlled by the slave app on my phone. The ball collar has all the same features as the neck collar. Only I can remove the balls' collar, it can track my slave anywhere on the planet, and it can administer punishment with a shock to its balls. After it graduates high school, I will put another collar around its neck permanently as well. By that time, it will be 18, and all the documents it just signed will take effect."

Master releases my balls, and I grunt in surprise. Dam the collar is heavy!

Master taps my balls and asks, "Does my slave have any questions?"

Oh fuck! I have a million questions but try to focus on the ones most important right now.

"Yes, Master, Where will your slave live?"

Master grabs my balls again, stretching them even more with the collar around them.

"Until my slave graduates high school, it will live with Master Eric. It will serve and obey Master Eric as it would serve me. Slave, understand this: Master Eric is no longer your father. He is your owner until my slave turns 18. As a slave, it must serve all Masters. Its day-to-day life will be controlled by Master Eric. Master Eric has full use of my slave's body, both domestically and sexually. I also have full use of my slave at any time and anywhere. Master Eric has given me the right to enter his house at any time, day or night. I have keys and alarm codes to Master Eric's house. In Master Eric's house, my slave will be naked at all times. I do not want to wait to use my slave. Like all my slaves, I will go through its clothes and pick out what it can wear. All the rest will be burned. All personal items will be removed from its bedroom. Its bedroom will be turned into slave quarters. Just a mattress, dresser and a desk. It will sleep naked with no covers. Like on this farm, it will eat slave stew all the time from a bowl on the floor. It will shit and piss outside. It will be wash with the garden hose in the backyard. This is all in the "Slavery Contract' Master Eric has agreed to enforce the rules of the contract. I sent him the slave app to be able to punish my slave if it misbehaves. "

"Does my slave have any other questions?"

"Master, what does being an Alpha slave mean?"

"Good question, slave. It means my Alpha slave is above all my current and any new slaves I may acquire. So, it means that my Alpha slave will need to make sure all of my other slaves serve and obey me as I expect. If they don't, then I expect my Alpha slave to punish them. If I find my Alpha slave gives any of my slaves slack then it will be punished 10 times more severely. Let's just say that the whipping it received early is a piece of cake compared to the punishment it would receive. I expect all my slaves to serve, obey, and be completely loyal to me! Do I make myself clear, Alpha slave?"

Master squeezings my balls hard and I yell out, "YES, MASTER!"

"Yes what, slave?"

"YES, YOUR ALPHA SLAVE WILL MAKE SURE ALL ITS MASTER'S SLAVES SERVE, OBEY, AND ARE LOYAL TO YOU, THEIR MASTER!"

"Good Slave. I expect you to make sure it's always the case until you die! This is its life now, slave!"

I yell out again, "YES, MASTER, IT WILL MAKE SURE ALL OF MASTER'S SLAVES SERVE, OBEY, AND ARE LOYAL TO YOU UNTIL IT DIES!"

"It's such a special slave. It will train all my slaves to serve, obey, and be loyal to me. Teach them how to please me both sexually and domestically. Yes, slave, it means my Alpha can fuck my slaves as long as I am not using them. Understand they serve me first, then their Alpha. My my wishes trump anything that my Alpha might want."

"Does my Alpha slave have another question?"

"Yes, Master, What about school? How does your slave serve you at school."

"My slaves serve and obey me at school as they would anywhere else. We will need to be more discrete if I choose to fuck my slaves at school. I will choose a set of clothes my Alpha slave can wear as its "Uniform" for school. I think a singlet should be a staple of its `Uniform'. It is, after all, the Captain of the wrestling team. It should show off the team's uniform all the time. Therefore, I think it should only wear a singlet and sandals for now. Also, no cup or jock except during wrestling matches. So, my Alpha better be careful about getting hard at school." Master laughs at the last statement.

I'm shocked at what Master orders me to wear at school.

"Plus, all my slaves will call me Sir at school. They will be respectful of me, my brother, my father, and all my friends. My slaves will be by my side whenever possible. My Alpha will choose one of my slaves to carry my backpack for each school day. Each slave can share in the honor of carrying it. My Alpha will choose another slave to get my food and drinks for the day. My Alpha already knows what food and drink I like. After all, we were best friends and it knows everything about me. My Alpha will choose another slave to wash me in the locker room showers after each practice. That is enough for now. If I think of something I need, then my Alpha will have one of my slaves take care of it."

Holy Shit! I am going to have to manage all that, serve him, serve my father, and be Jason's boyfriend. My life is going to be very busy from now on. Will I ever have any free time to do something I want to do? I guess this is what I signed up for until I die!

To be Continued!

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