Black Owned Slave

I looked at the picture my brother text me and felt disgust, confusion and fear. Was this some kind of joke? Why did he look so happy? And why did it say ‘YUR NXT’ under the picture.

Then came the next picture, which was a close up of my brother taking a big fat black dick up his ass. I looked back at the first picture and realized that the man to my brother’s right was our high school science teacher Mr. Moore. My phone rang. It was my brother. I immediately told him to knock off whatever joke this was, but it wasn’t his voice, it was Mr. Moore’s voice, giving me instructions to meet them at our old high school gym at 8 pm. I could hear Liam’s voice in the background moaning like a bitch.

I don’t know why I obeyed. I didn’t plan on doing it, but still I somehow found myself standing in the gym at the time told to me. I watched as Mr. Moore and two other black men came waltzing in. My brother was with them, on his hands and knees, naked, collared and leashed, with a huge smile.

“Are you ready for your life of servitude to begin?” Mr. Moore asked me. He snapped his fingers and the next thing I knew I was smiling ear to ear, begging him to make me his slave. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees sucking black dick beside my brother, both loving and hating every second of it, knowing that this will be my life from now on.