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It was another win for Charles and his team. Their win record have soared since the entire team have been enslaved by the master for almost two years. The master have all of their cock locked and their hole plugged as soon as he have total control of the team. They are only allowed to orgasm if they win the race.
Just like the master’s other money making sports team, they are the master’s labor slave with Charles being both that and pleasure slave for the master. The team abandons their life outside of the race. The star player also abandons their luxurious lifestyle to live in a communal space with the rest of the team to give all of the money non essential to their training to their master. They are all master’s slave after all. It’s not weird to see a mechanic and a racer snuggle up against each other in a barrack or help each other clean their locked dick and hole.
The master wants him bulked up like the rest of his pleasure slave but decided against it, considering the added weight will make Charles less competitive on the race. Charles is fit enough for his liking and a little diversity in body type of his slave is good for his boredom.
Charles’ helmet also modified to have a dildo molded after the shape of the master’s dick. It plugged Charles’ mouth for the entire race. As so the buttplug in his as vibrating to the engine’s roar, always reminding him of his reward. While he focus on the race, he subconsciously sucking on the replica of the master’s dick so hard that it leaves the helmet mark all over his face. His face might be stoic but his heart are beating fast. The master fly form the states to watch them. The master would reward them soon.
The master brought the team to the garage and have them line up on their knees stroking to Charles getting fuck and the master unload his holy seed into him. As the master whisper the permission into Charles ears, he finally released his seed to the collection machine. As the pleasure slave every seed they soil have to be collected for genetic procedure such as breeding and cloning. The rest of the team follow Charles and unload their unworthy seed onto the floor in unison.
The master stay in the town after that for a while. He have Charles on his yatch with a couple of his warrior slave bodyguards. For that time he was the happiest person on earth. His insides painted white by his master’s divine nectar. His seed either collected or released inside his master. He also put on some show with the warrior slave for the master to watch. Sometime they DPed him, sometime he topped them. Charles leaner frame topping the tough muscled ex-military warrior slave seem to entertain the master very much.
”- Ughhhhh!” Will moan while ejaculate into the cum collection device. Adam tracing his tongue along the master’s insignia tattoo on Will’s chest and him finish chanting the slave’s mantra finally push him over the edge.
After the town have fallen to master’s control, every woman and children are “motivated” to move away from the town. The master pays for their relocation of cause, he is evil but not government-evil.
The enslaved men are assigned a partner to help milking their brethren slave for the DNA material and keep each other brainwashing in check. The milking and reinforcing mind control take place in the morning, midday and evening break from their assigned work. This is the morning session for Adam and Will after they gobbled up the master’s engineered food for their muscle and cum production.
Most of the men have move to the town center in new apartments built to accommodate their new utilitarian lifestyle totally devoted to only worshiping their master through hard work and obedience. But Adam used to be a farm owner and Will his farmhand. After the Adam give all of his processions to the master, he still assigned to work on the land with Will as his slave partner to feed the town with the new engineered crops to be produced as the slave feed that he and Will also eats every meal.
Now there are only them at the farm, the work is grueling. Their formate self would collapse within an hour, but with the chemical in master’s feed in their blood stream and a reprogrammed dedication in their brains, they work tirelessly with a smile on their face and a hard on in their pants. Their dick would twitch against their cock sheaths and their holes tightened around their plugs remind them of their master and their working pace will bounce back as if they have just gotten to work after a excellent rest, eve though in reality they have been at it for a several hour in the sun.
The news, also now belong to the master and broadcast orders from the master, inform them that the freshly brainwashed graduates selected from the academy will join them soon and help them ramping up the production further. They will still be working hard as always but they are happy that there will be more slave to serve the master.
With this thought Will orgasm for the last time. This one is dry so it signal that his collection is complete. Adam give the master’s mark on Will one last kiss and remove the machine tube from Will’s dick. He hand it to Will to take his turn in the session.
Adam wonder that his twin boys would be assigned the work at the farm as a labor slave like him. He sent them to the academy since they were a weak free minded men in their 18th birthday. He also wonder that with the master training what kind of loyal and obedience beast the master would mold them into. Maybe they could be a warrior slaves at the master’s sides, the master already have a pair of twin bodyguard slaves after all, but that decision over their life belong to the master. Adam won’t burden his obedience mind with that.
They likely won’t remember their father anymore considering the intense brainwashing at the academy. That make Adam even more proud, the perfect slave should have noting but the master on imprinted on their mind.
As soon as Will lock Adam’s dick sheaths with the machine’s tube and his tongue make a contact to Adam’s branded chest. His mind blacked out with only the master in his mind like a perfect slave should be and the mantra left his mouth.
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For a growing town of his slaves, keeping a low profile is crucial to the master’s operation. All of his slave might capable of a special forces grade combat regardless of their rank, but if the government caught the news of this. They are greatly outnumbered.
While the process of infiltrating many government agencies such as plant his slaves inside, enslave officers that met his slave’s standard, and making sleeper agents out of the one that don’t is on the way. One of the current tactics is to have his warriors slaves pose as a town’s police and screen every incomer from outside. They will pull everyone over. If it’s their brethren slaves, they would have take their shirt off to show their master’s mark of ownership on their heart with pride. Both is the slaves would give each other a customary greeting with a kiss on the master’s mark tattooed on their chest and they would be on their way.
But if the driver isn’t enslaved the warrior slaves would play master’s programming recording on the radio speaker on their vest to the non enslaved and after their mind are wiped clean the warrior slaves would order them to report themselves at the town hall to be registered, evaluated, tattooed, and assigned a duty in master’s agenda.
W-0040 waiting on the deserted road with its partner W-0029. Good thing that the town is not in a major route that many people would accidentally pass by. They killing the time by reciting the slave’s mantra while groping each other over their pseudo uniform. Their eyes lock to the road, obeying their lookout duty to the master as the top priority. Until another pair of slaves come to relieve them from their shift. They would strip off their fake uniforms to their real uniform as soon as possible. For a warrior slave, a bulletproof vest showing off their muscular arms and side. Their marking tattoo peaking a little from the vest. With a tactical holster belt locked to their penis sheath and buttplug. Complimented with a fatigue pants over them and high combat boots. And totally naked except the dick sheath and butt plug when off duty.
”What the fuck are you doing?” Jasper ask the mysterious medic whose organization logo on the medic’s shoulder patch and the ambulance he couldn’t recognize.
Living as a homeless as long as he can remember, it’s his instinct not trust people at first sight.
“We are here to help you. You will be better soon.” The medic replied emotionlessly while working with the IV.
“I don’t need your fucking hel-“ Before Jasper finish his sentence, he turn limp as soon as whatever drug have entered him. He look paralyze, only his eyes is the only indication that his mind still running wild. He could only laying there in the ambulance’s gurney. During the rest of the night, the medic load two more homeless men into a gurney next to him and immobilized them just like Jasper.
The medic close the car’s door and strip naked showing his tattoo of the same logo as his uniform shoulder patch that he just stripped off with some kind of code under it. His dick have some kind of black tube lock from under the dick head to almost the end of the shaft. And the most shocking to Jasper, the medic seems to have a black butt plug up his ass. He then put a blue utility belt back on. The belt make a clicked noise showing that it has been designed to be attached to the tube and plug.
The medic move to Jasper and grab a medical scissors out of his belt and cut his ragged clothes off. After Jasper is stark naked, the medic clean his dick with a soap and an alcohol. Taking his time carefully inspecting the cleanliness, the medic then take Jasper’s manhood into his mouth stimulating it into a full erection.
The same tube that’s on the medic’s dick are now locked on Jasper’s. The medic then bring out the machine with an extended flexible tubes one is hollow one have an end that look like a dildo. The hollow one lock into the tube around Jasper’s dick with the click as the belt on the medic’s. It begin to sucking on his dick like a flesh light. As Jasper begin to lost himself in pleasure, the medic ram the dildo one right up his ass. If he wasn’t paralyzed he would let out a howling scream.
Before the pain can be fully comprehend, The medic the put a VR head set on Jasper. The voice and fast throbbing text on the screen immediately plunged him into a deep and intense brainwashing loop. His breathing become robot-like stable, indicating the medic to move on to another patient. Soon the three homeless are lost deep into a brainwash session for the rest of the journey back to the master’s town. The medic move to the front of the car with the driver, already naked and hard. It kiss its brethren service slave on the chest, where the master have marked them as his, and give its cock a customary stroke. Its partner return the greetings before it hop over to the passenger seat and turn the car radio on. The audio is in sync with what’s playing in the soon-to-be slaves headset. They let their mind shift into a autopilot, absorbing the master’s commands eagerly, and begin their drive back to their master with a new recruit, just like the master have planned them to.
6 month later.
After Jasper step out of the ambulance with a completely empty and obedient mind into the town of his master. It and its other brethren slaves in training have been put through an intense slave’s feed diet and exercise regimen to meet the master’s standard of his slaves as well as even more intense brainwashing. Everyone of them going above and beyond for their master. They couldn’t wait to be marked and assigned a duty so they can be of use to the master. 6 month later all of them are turned from a malnutrition and disease ridden animal into a well tamed and obedient powerful beast. Ready to heed any of their master command without any hesitation and without fail.
The master’s plan to have the homeless charity as a front of his recruitment work perfectly. No one suspects a thing as long as they have somewhere to sweep their “problems” under the rug. The soon approaching recession is going to be…, let’s say it’s raining men for him.
Conor still flaunting his fancy lifestyle and big personality around. But they have no idea that it’s all facade, underneath, LP-0007 is only another one of master’s loyal labor and pleasure slave. People haven’t noticed any change in Conor. He slowly replaces or help enslaved people close to him: his trainer, coach, bodyguard, and the rest of the team. So they can only focus on only important things, help it win, which will bring more money for the master as their duty as his labor slave. There are some partying and socializing, but only for strategic publicity purposes.
As LP-0007 and its team returns to their mansion ,now belong to the master and hollowed out of any inessential part just like themself. They strip off their facade of clothing and emotion. It move along the only routine burned into their mind as deep as the master’s mantra: training, brainwashing, and milking.
After all of its team and LP-0007 finished their training soaked in sweat, they move to their sleeping pod which all line in a single room. They strap themselves in, their butt plug and dick sheaths locked to the DNA collector built into the pod and their eyes and ears engulfed in VR headset blasting the master word striping off their mind to suit their naked bodies.
The headset would let them pull the switch deciding that they are worthy of enjoying the milking or suffering that is needed to be cleanse of disobedience thought. Disobeying the master is the greatest sin, and their master commands them to win. There are some day that they would let him down. They would eagerly switch the pod into torture mode. The master command them to win but they lost. To their fucked mind they have disobeyed the master and pray for nothing but for the mind to be purged clean of those impure thoughts.
They embraces all night electrical shock to the genital and painfully head exploding brainwashing with open arms, knowing that they would be molded into an even more obedient and loyal slave after the session.
The procedure works, LP-0007 losing match have become rarer and rarer, finally matching LP-0007 cocky facade. The only thing that make it cocky these day is not winning itself but the amount of the master’s load that LP-0007 have taken in an occasion that the master have visited its match and decided to reward it. After the master leaves LP-0007 would parade around the rest of the team. Its cock always fully erected, maintained by the slick feeling of the master’s nectar coating its inside. Offering the rest of the team a heavenly taste of their master that’s leaking around its butt plug base. LP-0007 would lower its plugged hole on the face of other slave strapped in the pod, their tongue would dart out looking for the master’s taste and smell automatically. Stimulating them to release their own secretion into the collection machine and their free will into oblivion.
One by one, his clothing slowly come off as he leaves the vehicle, only his dick sheath, butt plug, and boots are left, a proper uniform for a slave like him. His branded chest puffed proudly of his completed task for his master, finally back home with his brethren slaves, and back to be close by his master fingertips, ready to heed his commands again.
As for every slaves, he follows the master procedure for every long drive, he put on the headphones for his brainwashing. For an entire ride back to his master, he was brainwashed and edge by his master hypnotizing voice via the headphones with the help of the slave’s dick sheath and butt plug. His mind outside of the brainwashing only have the brain capacity of a little more advance self driving computer while he is being reprogrammed over and over again. His free will have long been purged clean but the master keeps the brainwashing on regular just to make sure and mostly for his sadistic fetish.
After being edged on the road for hours, the slave head straight to the milking station, the only place that slaves are allowed to release their genetic material other than the master direct command. He greet the warrior slave guarding the milking station with a customary greeting for slaves, sloppy tongue kiss on the master’s insignia tattooed over the guard’s heart while grabbing the guard’s sheath and give it a few strokes.
“Master, almighty.” The guard shivered with pleasure, grunted, and return the greeting.
The service slave greet him the same way then read his name tattooed on his chest, log it down, and strap him to the machine and start the process. His sheath and plug automatically connect with the machine with a satisfying click. He is always ready to give his master anything he demands of him. His soul, his mind, his body, his labor, and his offspring.
The guard resume his position. That slave get him all riled up, he wonder, is it his cycle to be milked yet? He would have to wait for another warrior slave to relieve him of his shift and he would check.
Matt live for his tattoo artist job. He drop off from art school to pursue his dream as soon as it was available to him to make the jump. But his shop always struggling to stay afloat. Until recently, his friend invited him to this “Gym Master” gym, his life have really turned around beyond just a physical aspect. Sure, he have bulked up with muscle. He’s almost unrecognizable from a skinny guy before hitting this gym.
But there are other aspects too, he have noticed that he lose more and more interest in drugs and alcohol. It’s still unbelievable to him that he doesn’t cravings them anymore despite still have them fully stocked in his room to access anytime he wants, now they are only sitting there gathering dust.
Not long after, following a sudden burst of urge to live more utilitarian life, he throws them away along with other things in his apartment, and move to live in his shop instead to also save more money. He thinks he heard something about this that clicked with him in the gym but he couldn’t remember. The memory from the gym is always hazy, must be because he work out so hard.
All of his income left from bills goes directly to the gym account. The increased fee will now cover all of his food supply which will be planned and prepared by the gym for every meal, and everyday. It’s seem like a good deal to Matt. He already used all of his free time in there, so it only made sense to increase his membership fee to have the gym covers his life for him for the most effective result.
His skill is also improved considerably. People start to notice his little shop. And he’s invited to join the tattoo convention next year. Despite having very little customer to train his tattooing skill on before. But his recent works on customer have them impressed and they end up spreading the word around about his shop.
His work might got more busy but he always set a huge chunk of time for working out in the gym that he come to love. As soon as he crossed the door into the gym his expression turn blank, his personality façade evaporated to reveal, 1S-B154, another one of master’s brainwashed slave under the mask of Matt. Matt have been long erased, only archived data of his memory left for the slave to simulate his behavior outside of the master’s domains.
1S-B154 starts its training with mind conditioning, but the message today is different.
“NEW DIRECTIVE: 1S-B154 WILL BE REASSIGNED AS PERMANENT SERVICE SLAVE S-B154. WILL MAINTAINED “MATT” PERSONALLY WHEN INTERACTED OUTSIDE MASTER’S DOMINION” The text to speech voiced boomed inside its VR headset.
“S-B154 ACKNOWLEDGED.” The slave replied its sheathed dick connected to a VR booth’s extraction tube twitches as new information burn into its brain.
“S-B154 WILL BE STATIONED IN THIS FACILITY” The computer rips Matt’s tattoo shop image from the archive of his mind and injects the information back to now empty brain that used to perceive and hold that information. The computer goes on. “S- B154 WILL ASSIST IN BRANDING SLAVES AND ENSLAVING POPULATIONS THAT MET THE REQUIREMENTS AS SPECIFY IN THE INFORMATIONS TO BE UPLOADED.
BEGIN PROGRAMMING UPLOAD.
PACKAGE 1: MASTER’S MANTRA
20% COMPLETE
PACKAGE 2: DETAILED MISSION DIRECTIVE
40% COMPLETE
PACKAGE 3: SKILL SET - TATTOOS
60% COMPLETE
PACKAGE 4: MASTER’S TASTE IN MEN
80% COMPLETE
PACKAGE 5: SKILL SET: COMBAT SKILL FOR FACILITY’S AND OTHER PROPERTY’S PROTECTION
100% COMPLETE”
“INFORMATION SUCCESSFULLY INSTALLED, SIR!” S-B154 replied monotonously despite its body buckling around wildly in the booth. The uploading process overstimulated its sexual pleasure, making its dick pumping the genetic material continuously the entire process. Its chests heaving after the process ended.
“RESUME BODY IMPROVEMENTS AND MAINTENANCE”
“ACKNOWLEDGED.” The VR unlocked from its head along with the dick sheath and butt plug disconnected from the extraction machine. Its chest now bare the mark of its master and its real name. Tattooed on by its trainer, now a fellow service slave. The trainer kiss its newly tattooed insignia and give S-B154’s dick a welcoming stroke. S-B154 returns the favor as customary. S-B154 and its trainer return to the weight machine scheduled for it.
A while after, S-B154 leaves the gym. Its expression of Matt returns but this time Matt isn’t behind those eyes anymore. Only S-B154 wearing Matt’s memory remains.
W-0205 used to be Brad, a police officer that puts Chad, now W-0251 to jail himself. Now they both belong to the master as his obedient slaves together in his squad of enforcer slave. The only law that they enforce and ruled by is their master’s word.
So when the service slave in charge of slave’s eugenics order them to mate together. With zero hesitation, They swiftly and precisely obey. Their sheaths magnetically lock their shaft into one. They drive it into the service slave hole in unison. The coupled and sheathed dicks sunk in all the way without slowing down. All three of them feel no pain or sexual pleasure, only orgasmic pleasure of obedience. They recite the mantra until they release their genetic material into the service slave to be made a new slave for the master’s dominion.
When the service slave leaves with vibrating plug in it, processing their genetic material into new slaves. They embrace each other hopping that their essence would be worthy enough to produce an obediently powerful slave to serve their master. They are looking forward to when the newly born but fully grown slave arrive back at their door to be trained sexually, physically, and mentally by its genetic sources, W-0205 and W-0251.
Finally, His little slaves spreading the praise about how magnificent the ink that enslaved them is have brought him the big fish into the tattoo master’s shop today.
Even though he knew it’s a matter of time that some celebrity would be unfortunate enough to stumble upon the tattoo master’s little shop, it’s in LA after all, but the tattoo master couldn’t help but become star-struck by Chris walking through his door and asked for a small piece of tattoo on his arm.
The master lead him to the tattoo chair. As the magic infused ink begin to enter Chris’s blood stream, his breathing become more and more relax, his eyes are still open but blank, and his face without any expression.
“Feel the ink running along your skin, marking the unmarked flesh. Feel my magic in your mind, marking the unmarked mind. Soon you will be bare the mark of a slave both body and mind. Let the mark guide you, rule you, remind you of your life purpose.“
“Yes, sir.“
“Feel my essence in your marks for I am the wielder of the mark. Feel my rule over your body and soul. Feel it rule your obedience and loyalty, love and lust.“
“Yes, sir.”
The master rip Chris clothes with his knife, leaving him naked. His dick immediately sprung free from his underwear to proudly erect of his enslavement.
“Feel my essence in you, let it purge your own will and conquer it with my own.”
The tattoo master take off his clothes and lube up his dick before plunge his dick right into Chris’ hypnotically relaxed hole all the way in one swift motion. Chris arc his back up from the chair, overwhelm with the pleasure of his master conquering him. The master begin to savagely assaulting Chris’ hole mercilessly. The ink running around Chris’ skin forming a pattern to the master’s will.
“EMBRACE MY MARKING! EMBRACE MY ESSENCE! LET IT FLOW IN TO YOU! ACCEPT MY CONQUER WITH BOWED HEAD AND KNEELED KNEES. PURGE YOUR WILL! THIS MIND AND BODY ARE NO LONGER YOURS TO USE! NOW!“
Soon the master release his essence in his new slave. Chris erect dick, left untouched through out the ritual, exploded like never before. Spraying his purged freewill onto his abs and chests. The tattoo now settling into Chris’ skin just like his master control over his kind. The tattoo form a strange tribal pattern covering his entire back to his arms and chests.
Chris’ blue eyes look up at his master waiting for his next command. The master grab his jaw and ram his tongue into Chris’ mouth. Chris’ tongue dance submissively with the master’s dominating one. The master pull out from Chris’ mouth.
“Thank you master!“
The master smile but waste no time garbing Chris’ blond hair and pull him onto his knees. Chris mouth opens up to perform his duty of cleaning his master’s shaft and have the chance to taste his master’s essence.
“You’re welcome. Listen well, I have things for you to do.”
Chris nods and listen to his master plans for him while giving his master the best blowjob he can.
Chris have become famous for his new tattoo of intricate and mysterious lines running along his muscle ridge on his back to his chest and arms. A few year later Chris cause another headline with divorce and marring the tattoo artist that done his now famous tattoo. Chris have gotten even more serious into body building and strongman training. He is even bigger than he was before and the tattoo seems to compliment him nicely no mater how much his body changed.
S-1031 arrived at its living cell sweat soaked after a day of hard work for his master. It removes a black tool belt jockstrap with a clicking sound from its penis sheath and hollow buttplug.
S-1031 let out a big sigh, feeling sad that its work are over for today, it hate not being useful for its master, even just a few hours before sunrise again. It look at the younger slave on their bed, S-1031-N, which is a clone of S-1031 produced to replace it when the master deem this slave expired. S-1031 do not worry about it, its life is belong to the master to dictate as he pleases and he would prefer to be expired than being useless for the master.
S-1031-N’s body is already more muscular than S-1031 when it was the same age as S-1031-N. At that the time that S-1031 haven’t granted a gift of enslavement yet, but S-1031-N was cloned and come out of the artificial womb at the equivalent of 20 years of normal human age. The only thing that S-1031-N know other than basic knowledges that are directly upload into its brain while it’s still in the vault, is physical and military training from the slave trainer at “the school”. Combined with the master’s enhancing slave feed, explains its peak physique and sweaty body.
S-1031 climb up the bed and pull S-1031-N sweaty body into its own. It dive its nose into its younger clone’s furry reeking pit. The sweat and its smell is a sign of hard working slave which arouse every slave seeing, feeling, and smelling it. S-1031 immediately shoved it hardened sheathed dick into S-1031-N’s hollow plugged hole all the way. The sheath and the hollow plug locked magnetically into each other, helping the slave maintain its alignment.
S-1031-N woke up with a lustful moan.
“They train you hard at the school huh?” S-1031 face leave the clone’s pit to whisper in its ear.
“Sir, I’m sorry sir, I should have spend all of my waking time training for the master, sir” S-1031-N whimpering through its moan.
“Good, get up. Time for an evening training. Master deserves an even better slave to replace the old one.” S-1031 pull out with a pop from their flesh and a magnetic detaching click from their “uniform”.
“Good evening, sir.” S-1031-N follow S-1031 out of bed. Both of them at a parade rest facing each other, their tip lightly touching each other. S-1031-N leans into S-1031 chest and give the Master’s insignia a worshipping kiss. S-1031 let out a lustful groan while S-1031-N tongue tracing along an intricate lines of the emblem tattooed over its senior slave heart. An emblem that its wish, more than anything, would be branded proudly over its own heart one day. S-1031-N could feel S-1031 tip twitching wildly, before S-1031 coming out of its pleasure haze and lead it to the gym in the slave living quarters.
They start with weight lifting, S-1031-N taking its place on S-1031’s lap, while lower itself down, S-1031’s sheath and S-1031-N line themselves up and magnetically lock to each other. Aligning S-1031’s cock and S-1031-N rectum. S-1031 cock moving deeper and back along while S-1031-N lifts. Sweat building up on top of the old ones that’s still wet. S-1031 begin attacking is younger clone’s nipple and back to it’s even more reeking pits. S-1031-N have preformed well working hard under “distraction”. The trainer taught it well.
S-1031 is proud of its replacement. Rightfully extracted from its by the owner of its soul and body, to be reborn and served again. With even more capable body and cleaned obedient mind.
Joy spread throughout the kingdom after the king return triumphantly from the evil wizard den, little did they know the king and his band of elite knights are thoroughly brainwashed and their balls drained empty. Now fiercely loyal slaves to the wizard, whatever title they leave the city with it's now only a facade that their master commands them to keep.
Soon the king introduces the new high priest, who is none other than the evil wizard. The wizard sits proudly on a throne. Like a well-tamed beast, all the enslaved warriors, including the king who disregard his title since his enslavement in the wizard's den, now just another one of the wizard warrior slaves, bow to the wizard, naked and hard, with only their weapon belts and boots. The wizard’s magic slave collar around their neck and a brand of evil over their heart, where they belong.
The Wizard calls the king to the throne that he used to sit on, which now rightfully belongs to his god master, the evil wizard. Obediently, the king comes up to kneel in front of the throne and lowers himself to kiss the wizard's feet faithfully.
“Mount yourself on me.” Taking off his priest's robe, the wizard commands.
The King gets up to the wizard's lap and lowers himself into the wizard's hard cock. Lustfully moaning, the king begins to fuck himself on the wizard's dick for the whole throne hall to see. The wizard grip his hair and brought the king's mouth to his. Their tongue dance in the king’s mouth, the king tongue dance submissively surrendering the dominance to the master.
Later the wizard parted from his slave's mouth and indulge in the slave’s pit, lush with dark hair and rich with the stench from the combat training. The wizard grab the slave king's muscled shoulder and press his sweaty naked muscled body down to release his seed deep inside his slave. But he doesn't allow the slave to release their own, serving him would be the highest pleasure and honor of their life not their own sexual release, he makes sure he brainwash them like that.
The wizard later make all of his best warrior slave wrestling for a chance to taste his seed from the king’s hole. They put on a show with their hard dick and sweaty muscled body, while he lay and watch on the throne lazily with the king passionately licking his dick clean of the mess that he makes on the wizard’s dick. The long dick is still hard but the slave thinks nothing of it, only the pleasure of serving the wizard occupies his mind.
The wizards work fast to ensure that this kingdom is completely under his grip and that its resources and power obey his evil deeds. Soon the entire army is at the wizard's beck and call, next, all the men in the kingdom fall too. Every man in the kingdom now sports a magic slave collar around their neck. With women and children relocated to the newly build walled-off part of town, Only men are allowed inside the city wall. Every new full-grown man is commanded to go into the city for a rite of passage ritual, they will receive their own collar and also a new loyalty and devotion; just like their father, brother, and friend before them. Ready to work away their life for their god master whether it’s in military, mine, or a farm.
After countless relapses, this new rehab in a small town of no where would be the last one that Nic would ever need.
Hours brainwashed and gallons of his cum milked, Nic is now ready to be mold as whatever his master wishes. His addiction redirected into an even more intense obedience and loyalty to the master.
Many from the street like him are assigned as a warrior slave, he will be trained by the best special ops that the master have acquired as one of his warrior slave. They will be put through 10 times of every toughest special ops training. Any hint of free will, the training will break them to pieces. Only a free will purged mind and solid unquestioning obedience will make it. These Intense training and exercise combine with master’s special slave feed, is turning them into a muscle beast with an unmatched discipline that could only be achieved without free will.
After that they will be ready to be given a rank of a warrior slave. Lining up for inspection for the master, hard sheathed dick pointing up, chest, master’s insignia freshly branded chest puff, their rectum squeeze tight around the hollow plug, reminding them of their total surrender and devotion to the master is their only source of pride and happiness.
The Master have a plan for them. Nic and other newly trained warrior slaves will be back on the same street that the junkie Nic comes from to enforce his master rule with his iron fists. Dominating the dark corners of society with his own “gang” of slaves.
Master will pick the one that he likes and fuck them in their new uniform for the Street in front of others in the line, thick Cuban chain warps tight around their neck, black short sleeve button up shirt and cargo pants, pair with black combat boots.
Nic hopes that he train hard enough to please the master and will get picked to be baptized his insides with the master’s holy nectar. So does other slaves in his squadron.
The plugs in their asses buzz, signal the beginning of another blissful and glorious day of serving the master. Both slaves dislodged from each other musky embraces in their shared single barrack. The tube, finishing it job of collecting the slaves’ cum during their wet dream of the master brainwashing all night, immediately detached from their sheathed penis. The sheath and the chemical in the slave feed always keep them erected and ready.
The whole slave stable got the same signal and leave the barrack with nothing on their dick pointing to the sky showing their sheath gripping along their length proudly just as the master’s mark over their heart. They head to the gym yard in unison for their mandatory morning workout.
After two hour of grueling work out, the slave move their glistening body to their equally grueling job. SP-0019 and SP-0047 join a group of slave heading the master mansion, all of them good looking slave that also carries the pleasure slave rank as well as their other assigned job. Any slave serves in the master mansion have to be personally selected by the master to also serve as a sex slave for him.
At the slave entrance at the mansion, the X-Class guard slave, which is the only class of slave allowed to have the barracks in the mansion’s basement, stand by to inspect and hose down all of the slave entering the mansion. While the master appreciates a masculine musk, he doesn’t want his mansion to be overwhelmed by that. The guard give the slave a kiss on their tattooed chest, appreciating their hard work and devotion to the master, and let the slave inside.
SP-0019 and SP-0047 head straight to the kitchen where they prepared the master’s breakfast for him. They put on their uniform for the kitchen. Not many other slave in the estate have to wear anything other than their plug, sheath, and black boots. The warriors and guard wear bulletproof vest; hi vis and fire proof vest for dangerous job; and the slave outside of the estate wear normal clothes.
They used to be a raising star chef, have their own Michelin restaurant. But that don’t matter as the uniform slide across their raised tattooed flesh of their owner’s emblem. They shutter as pleasure sparks and run through their spine to their sheathed dick, another reminder of his ownership over them. This is the proudest and most honorable moment of their life to serve the master.
They begin working on the finest ingredients, grown by service slaves on the land around or brought by money of the master’s labor slave, with their also finest skill for a meal worthy of the god that they all belong to.
After the breakfast is finished, they brought the perfect plates of savory and sweet dishes to the master’s bedroom. The guard to the door let them in to the glorious sight of the master sleeping with two of his chosen pleasure slaves for the night on his sides. The slaves on the bed are fully awake waiting for the master’s first command of the day.
19 and 47 set the plates down and begins another duty of them. Both slave get under the sheet and begin the journey of kisses from each of the master’s feet to his divine manhood. Their lips meet each other at the master’s rod, with the rod in between them and on the center of their mind, they begin the passionate make out. Their tongues work in harmony on the master free and unsheathed shaft. Their tongues touch and depart and repeat, the same goal dominates two slave obedient mind, pleasing the master. As they lost in the dedication to the act, hands reach to their head and play with their hair, they immediately know whose hands it belongs to. Just like them, these heavenly hand are belong to their rightful master.
As a well trained pleasure slave, they can feel his divine nectar close. They took turn fighting for his seed and continued pleasuring him. Today luck favors 19, it lick the master’s slit clean. The flavor of his nectar spreading all over it tongue, no food that it tried or made have come close to this. “Good morning, sir” as 47 finished welcoming the master to his new day, 19 close its mouth on 47 to share the divine seed with it. 47’s tongue immediately shoot out to 19’s mouth and throat, scraping the best thing that every slave could have ever tasted.
After all of the master’s meals are completed for the day, the slaves headed back to their stable for another 2 hours mandatory workout. Then they gather at the line of feeding tray where a white goo rushes out from a machine that mix all the slave needed nutrition and protein for their muscle; chemicals for their obedience, strength, and endurance; cum from all of them for the fraternity. They get to the ground on all four and wolf down with their mouth from the feed. 19 and 47 on the line with its brethren enjoy their meal. Knowing that the compound make them big, strong, and better slave, the feed is their second favorite and the only food they now know. The delicious food they made are not for them and if they made it perfect enough they might get to taste their top favorite from time to time.
The Gargareans.
The actual video that inspired this story are too 🌶️ to be here, it’s this one.
The young alpha is mating with his omega for the first time.
It begin as a duty of every new alpha to gain his ability to enslave a mutt into his pack, arranged by the patriarch through a through genetic analysis of both of them for an optimal enhancement to the alpha’s ability that he will gain after mated; the mind control over the mutts to build his own pack; and an enhanced strength, agility, and senses.
But as he keep fucking his assigned omega, the sex become more and more intimate, sure the omega is cute and sexy, he hard as a rock since he saw the man that he have to mate, as the alpha buried himself deep into the omega, the omega special inner organ made a connection to the alpha nerve and directly to his brain and rewire his alpha mind, and his own, into devoted lovers. Intimacy begin to infuse in his rutting in additional to lust which is also growing more intense as the omega rewiring him.
They are gay, of cause, if they aren’t they would be just a mutt, waiting for the honor of having alpha enslaves them into his pack, but being biologically bond together for the rest of their life, they would not find any attraction from any other men anymore.
With every thought of attraction are now hard wired to this petite little omega and the new ability gained from mating, he will build a strong pack of enslaved mutts surrounding his beloved omega. Another proud pack for the patriarch’s army to spread their supremacy over the mutts’ (or what they call themselves straight “men”) uncivilized society and liberate our fellow brethren Gargareans (or what the mutts call us gay men) from the mutts’ societal oppression and their own biological suppression into an apex being as alphas and omegas.
The alpha is getting serviced by his mutt. He miss his omega terribly and these mutts aren’t even close to a warm and tight hug of his omega’s pussy wall. These mutts on the frontline with him are barely enough for him to get by during his rut, but his country calls, fighting for the freedom and safety of his omega while knowing he’s safe and sound at home protected by one of his pack’s top mutts that he personally assigned as the omega’s bodyguards and sextoy, this is the sacrifice that men like him are willing to pay at any price.
For the mutt, without the specialized organs to accommodate the alpha’s manhood, and The alpha instincts to be intimate and gentle only reserved and hardwire for only their omega, their experience would be extremely painful
But without any ability to from any disobedient thought, they are taking it dutifully and proudly, no matter how much of their inside are torn to shreds. The alpha’s released essences would enter their blood stream through these tear and slowly heal and enhance them, ready for any tomorrow’s mission to break them down again.
As the alpha brutally fuck his sextoy, he imagined his proud manhood buried and embraced deep in the omega soft yet tight and heavenly warm pussy wall. His petite features looking up at him. His muscular body engineered to protect intertwined with his omega’s petite built sculpted in the patriarch’s perfect image. He released his seed, which should have been in his omega’s stomach, into his mutt’s worthless hole.
”Welcome back, sir” the younger slave standing at the door welcoming its older clone that it will replace one day. Naked, erect, chest puff, and hands behind its head revealing its pits glistening with sweat just like rest of its body. Ready for their routine combat training after “School”, the young slave basic training.
W-2136 take off its bulletproof vest uniform to its naked body underneath, glisten just as its clone, W-2136-N, only bigger and branded with the master’s emblem on its left pec.
The young clone plant a kiss on the master’s mark of ownership. Begin to worship it with it tongue tracing alone the raised tattoos pattern on the skin. It take its time to admire the intricate line while W-2136 sheathed dick twitch with each millimeter that it’s clone tongue traveled.
W-2136-N noticed other slave behind W-2136. It see the code tattooed under the emblem identified these slave as a service slave. The service slave seeing that W-2136-N have finished the ritual and begin talk.
“W-2136 have been decommissioned, the transfer process will begin.”
The old and new clone immediately got on their knees, the young slave mounting its hole embedded with a hollow butt plug on to the older slave sheathed penis, the plug and sheath mechanism lock into each other. Their head bow down and hands behind their back as programmed to do for the transference.
The service slaves bring two helmets one red and one black and place it on to the warrior slave’s and its clone’s head. The black one on W-2136 begin to forcefully stab into the slave’s skull, making its body flex rigid, head roll back, and back arched.
W-2136-N feels its body, resting on W-2136 thighs, lifted higher along with W-2136 dick inside of it. But its awareness is short lived and it feels a cold steel of an electrodes press inside the red helmet against its temple and begin to transfer all of W-2136 data directly into its brain. Both of them twitch in fucking rhythm synced with their brain upload and download pattern on the helmets command.
The service slave, after finished with installing cum collecting device on W-2139-N unoccupied sheathed penis, standing around the two slaves connected with two helmets wired together, in the same standard position that W-2136-N assumed before W-2136 arrival. The processed slaves finally cum, as the helmet command them to signaling the end of the transfer.
The service slave took W-2136-N helmet off, its blink its eyes trying to adjust to the older clone’s memory and skill imposed in its mind. It have the memory of W-2136 ending its day with the other warrior slaves in the squad and come back to its cell to meet with itself, W-2136-N.
The black helmet still stay on W-2136 now drained of all identity, memories and thought. The helmet permanently attached to its head, only a body pilot around by the computer it’s now a drone with out even code to distinguish itself from other to be use for manual labor until its components are broken and useless.
W-2136-N also cease to exist. It’s now officially W-2136, fully replaced its original standing tall in a standard slave stance. Ready to assume its older version’s duty without a hitch. With the same memories, skills and even DNA, with some altered from the last version to enhance its physical and mental capabilities to serve the master.
The older version didn’t make the cut to be the master’s pleasure slave but this younger enhanced clone might. As the service slave begin to tattoo the master’s mark of ownership over its heart. The later set of its real name would be tattooed, this slave might become more than just a W-2136. A WP-2136 is a possibility with the master work on its DNA to mold it more to his image.
The service slaves lead the former W-2136 with the helmet permanently on its head and its name tattooed over with a black bar for it pass on the W-2136 designation to the newer version of its clone, now a faceless, nameless drone to other facilities along with the clone’s cum in the collector to create another generation of it molded even further to the master’s image and servitude. An even better slave to assume its place when the time comes for it to join its older version as a drone.
New allegiant
After a failed desperate mission to save his country from the invading Gargarean forces, the soldier soon find out how they deal with the prisoner of war.
He's assign to be claimed by an alpha of the pack that defeat his group, for his information on his resistance army. The soldier, of cause, is not going to give a way any of that, not even for his life.
But the Gargareans have unique ways of convincing him to cooperate with them, the alpha order his mutts to strip him naked and restrain him in his cell. He feels something invading his rectum with out mercy.
No matter how hard he squeeze it shut, it's unmatched to the alpha's hard penis. Non of them care about his blood bloodcurdling scream, all of the mutts have gone through this, and if it's not his omega, the alpha couldn't careless to be gentle. This one is not for intimacy that he only reserved for his omega, this is about domination.
As soon as the alpha have reach inside the soldier with all of his length, the specialized nerve connection at the end of the alpha frenulum, hooks into the soldier prostate begin to establish a direct pathway into his brain.
Foreign though and ideas begin to invade the soldier brain while some of his own striped away, his eyes rolls back into the socket from overstimulation. As the alpha begin to fuck him, the connection steadily maintain no matter how furious the pace is, the soldier, straight for all of his life, begin to feel pleasure inciting his dick to rise and become rock hard.
The alpha picking up more savage pace and release his cum deep in the soldier's along with the neuron shock into the soldier's brain. The solider arc his back into the alpha embracing him into him deeper and release his cum over his naked and sweaty muscular body by the overstimulation shock from the alpha nerve connection, completely rewire his mind, loyalty, and devotion.
No longer a patriotic man of his nation, now one of the alpha's loyal and proud mutt. The alpha leave him after finish his job to attend to his other duty, the rest of the mutts, no, his pack brother, welcome him by took turn taking a lick of his cum and sweat covered body. Familiarized themselves with the new runt's smell. The runt also taking a whiff of their scent with his new enhanced nose too.
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It have been a year after that faithful day. The resistance is completely annihilated. After the pack are back home from deployment, he first saw his omega, he immediately fall to his knees by the sight of the most beautiful man, or any human, that he have ever saw, It's the alpha's thought that he pass on to his mutts after assimilating them. But he couldn't care less, he will guard this man with his life, just like the rest of his pack, including his alpha would.
The omega have taking a like to him, and request him to grow his hair out. After testing that it wouldn't interfere with combat and received his alpha approval. He obeys the omega's wish to decorate his living sex toy to his liking. He's a gift from the alpha to his beloved husband for going on deployment for so long.
He find out that the enormous yet still define and agile body that the mutts posses, are a blessing from ingesting the omega's cum. After the omega have bless him for quite a while with his divine nectar, his size are now comparable to the rest of the mutts in his pack. Capable of any combat mission side by side with his packmates and the alpha leading them, or fiercely guarding his omega, but he's still nicknamed runt by his pack, at least until the alpha take in another stray like him in.
