The Officer Pulled Jack Over. And As Jack Begin To Ask Any Questions He Shove His Phone In Front Of Jack.

The officer pulled Jack over. And as Jack begin to ask any questions he shove his phone in front of Jack. The voice booming through the phone’s speaker.

“You Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master. Repeat.”

Jake sit in the driver seat slack jawed. His hand fall limply from the wheel onto his lap. He obeyed in monotonous voice.

“Yes, Master. I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to you. My loyalty and obedience to you rule my body and mind. Serving you is the only purpose and pleasure of my life. You are my master.”

As he keep repeating the mantra, the officer reach down to Jack’s pants and fisted his cock out. The officer begin stroking them while Jack chanting blank faced, oblivious to anything other than his master command. Soon Jack start arching his back and forth to the officer grip. His breath become heavier and heavier. Jack let out one last chant.

“Praise the master, This time is a lot easier.” The officer smile.

“-Serving you is the only purpose and pleasure of my life -UGH- YOU ARE MY MASTER!”

He shoot all of his free will out from his mind through his balls. WP-0003 dive to Jack’s rod from the fully rolled down window and catch Jack’s seed with his now highly trained mouth. After Jack finish draining his balls, the officer’s mouth detached from Jack’s penis. He pull his body back up to found Jack staring at him with a calm look in his eyes. The look of enslave bliss, one more slave to the master’s stable, his dick twitch. WP-0003 pull the new slave into a deep kiss. Their tongue intertwined. Jack’s seed flows back into him through his mouth. They relished in the taste of purged and destroyed free will. Soon the new slave will be branded with the tattoo gun in the police car, maybe he will introduce the new slave to the taste of his enslaved seed afterwards.

The footballer is distracted by one of the spectators on the front row. This season already sucks enough for him. He needs to improve his play in this match, the last thing he needs is a distraction from the game, but there is something strange about the person looking at him. The person keeps looking at him even when the ball is on the other side of the field from him. After the game in the locker room,  suddenly, he stands up and excuses himself while chatting with his teammates. He has no idea why he does that or where he is going. He keeps walking until arriving at another empty locker room.

A person sits on a bench in the room with two identical men standing by both sides. The men are shirtless with a tattoo on their left chest, standing at ease like a soldier. The footballer remembers the person to be the one on the spectator stand. The person speaks. "Hello, nice to finally meet you." "Who are you?" "You will learn about that very soon."

Suddenly he can feel the person's eyes, somehow, seem to look deeper into him. He could not explain it, but his confusion is gone as soon as he feels the person's voice inside his head. “Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master." The footballer's face turns blank. He answers in an emotionless monotone. "I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to you. My loyalty and obedience to you rule my body and mind. Serving you is the only purpose and pleasure of my life. You are my master." "Now get on your knees and take off your shirt. Let me inspect my property." "Yes, Master."

After his enslavement as a labor slave, he uses his income only for his basic needs and necessity for his training and gives the rest to his master. He does not have the privilege of living with the master, but he visits the master's estate regularly when summoned to sexually service his master, or sometimes the master visiting him. He still keeps his personality and memory for interaction, but it is only a shell.

The footballer's performance has vastly improved. The only thing left in his mind is training, training, and training to be a better athlete to bring more money for his master. He is the first and the last one on the training field. He bulks up and gains more muscle by his training and his master command to improve his physique.

The master’s emblem and his slave number, LP-0001, tattooed on his left chest over his heart. His master made sure that his teammate will not think of anything about his new tattoo. Every day in private, he will be naked and on his knees, his left hand behind his back. His right hand over his left chest on the mark of ownership of his master and recites his mantra. "I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to the master. My loyalty and obedience to the master rule my body and mind. Serving the master is the only purpose and pleasure of my life." He repeats the mantra until he cums hand free from the arousal of his surrender to his master.

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Mo is strapped to the cold metal gurney in a place unknow to him. The strange man approach him look at his naked body all over.

“Perfect, just like in the picture. As excellent result as my slave breeding machine are I do have to credit nature to produce such a beautiful stallion rival to my creation.“ The strange man talk to no one in particular. Other man in the room are naked like Mo, none of them are less muscular than him. They all kneel in the presence of this man. He also noticed that they all have a matching tattoo on their chest.

“Its face are perfect but it does need more hair on its body, it must have shave them. After its brainwashing period I will revisit those again. I am sure that we don’t need body hair pattern regeneration, considering its facial hair and ethnicity. Let’s begin.“ The master nod to the nameless scientist slave. They nod and start the machine. Several mechanical arms with needles at the end lower to Mo’s body. 

“Freeze” The master whisper to Mo’s ear as Mo begin to scream and trashing around. His body stop in place despite mind burning with survival instinct.

The master was impressed of the new batch of X-Class slave and looking to have them replace every slave that serve him closely on his side, as his bodyguards, butlers, chauffeurs, and sex slaves. But growing a super slave from scratch is an intensive process and the identity documentation might be an advantage to his anonymous black ops team but for a slave that need to be with him in out in the world that would bring more complication. The new batch of slaves would have the code XP-0000 branded on their chest. They would have the super human ability of black ops slave with X-0 code but perform duty to the master like other normal slave.

 So he have the scientist slave developing the new method of instead growing a genetically engineered super human slave from scratch, he could modify a super human quality into a living slave. After a several successful trail on less valuable slaves, it’s time for his prized stud that he have his black ops team abducted form its home.

The needles break his skin. There are so many of them combine with his panic, Mo couldn’t keep track of where on his body they land into. As the needle begin to pump a chemical into his body modifying them, the master place his hands Mo’s temples and begin to modify his mind.

The body modification ,considering the scale of change and the level of technology utilized, is progressing at a break neck pace still take almost a month to complete. While the master’s power take only a flash of his power to completely wipe someone’s mind that would be no fun if he finish with the slave’s mind just to have them obediently lay still waiting for the body transformation to catch up with the mind’s.

So, He leave Mo on a brainwashing loop for as long as the body’s process. Edging it continuously for almost a month. Now, it’s time to open the present. Mo’s body have grown at least a foot taller with a bigger and much denser muscle. His body is cover in a satisfying thickness of body hair just as master wanted and also a month worth of precum and sweat from being brainwashed and edge non stop.

The master place his hand on the slave’s temple to end the brainwash loop in its mind. XP-0001 wake up to the most beautify sight of its master’s face. The master lean down to kiss his new bodyguard slave. He place his hand on his insignia and its slave number genetically branded as a birthmark on its chest. As soon as XP-0001 feel the master’s hand on the mark of its ownership, it shot out a fountain of useless Mo’s old non genetically modified sperm that have been pumped without release for a month out of its now enhanced balls. 

The rest of X-Class slave welcome its new brother by tongue bath X-4 clean of any residue of physical and mental weakness of freewill purged from its slave brother cock. Then they take turn fucking X-4, loosen it up for the master and transfer information from their mind of experiences in the field into the new slave though the added neuron pathway embed into the penile raphe.

“Dad, listen to this!” Jake puts his call on speaker and hold his phone closer to his dad.

“What is it?” Hector reply grumpily at his son interruption of his evening TV time.

“Take a kneel and listen carefully, boys. Hector, stay still as you only focus on my voice. LP3, strip and help your father too.” They immediately follow the voice from the other end.

“Yes, Master.” Jake strip down, owner’s mark and his real name branded proudly over his heart. His dick stand rigid and leaking a steady stream of precum, eager to obey his master. It twitches every time he hears his master voice.

LP-0003 swiftly get rid of his father’s clothes. His father is built like a brick from his work as a contractor. The master is smiling at his successful experiments, turns out that his voice still have the same hypnotizing effect over the phone or recorded.

SP-0001 and SP-0002 appear from Jake’s room. They are here to help LP-0003 handle Hector in case the experiment have gone another way and Hector needed to be enslaved in the old way. SP-0001 hands LP-0003 the tattoo gun. They grab Hector by his hairy armpits and lay him down on the kitchen island.

“LP3, Proceed. And Hector while your son mark you, Repeat this for me. ‘You Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master.’” As the master finish, LP-0003 jump on top of his father, brute force his dick all the way into his father’s prostate, and lean down onto his chest with the tattoo gun in his hand. Every slave have their master’s insignia burned deep permanently into his mind and SP-0001 have taught him to master it even while in the motion of fucking.

Hector stay mindlessly still and chant his mantra robotically through his son rearranging his gut and tattoo his chest. The only indication is his now hard dick that twitch from time to time.

As LP-0003 finished his job, he hands SP-0001 back the tattoo gun and punch his handiwork on his father’s chest. Hector empty his free will all over his and his son’s abs while his son, the creation of the same seed he spilled, now his brethren slave, shoot the enslaved juice into him, rebirthing him as SP-0003 one of master’s service and pleasure slave.

Later, SP-0003, quietly sign his construction company over to his master. He is still the figure head of the company but his crew will soon find out who is their real boss. And will soon serve master molding this town to his liking.

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The team takes notice of their fellow footballer's improvement and a newfound dedication. Many have asked, but the answers are because of his vaguely new revelation or something along the line. After a, while they let it go, just like they weirdly did with his new chest tattoo.

One day, the team walks into the locker room to find strangers standing in the middle. Two of them are identical, standing shirtless at ease by both sides of the middle person. The most shocking thing to them is their fellow footballer on his knees at the middle person's feet, completely nude and erect his hand behind his back. The person in the middle speaks. "Hello, boys, I heard you curious about LP-0001's performance. Do you want to know the secret behind his improved play?" The person places the hand on the naked footballer's head. He closes his eyes and sighs in the content of his master's touch.

The team is panicked and confused. Some try to run, some cursing the strangers, but found that they can't do either. They just stand still and quiet. They feel the person speaks to them without opening the mouth. “Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master." The team's faces turn blank and repeat in perfect unison with emotionless voices. "I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to you. My loyalty and obedience to you rule my body and mind. Serving you is the only purpose and pleasure of my life. You are my master." "Now get naked, line up, and on your knees." "Yes, Master." The team strip and get on their knees, their hand behind their back in unison.

"Now, let's improve my assets, shall we?" The team can feel their master reach into their mind, making them instantly erect. The master links all of their minds together as one. They can share minds, skills, senses, and memories; and communicate telepathically with each other to perform better for their master. Then they ejaculate in unison under the master's mental command. It is the most intense orgasm in their life which purging them of all their individuality and free will. Their personality only exists as a shell for interacting in public.

The master walks in front of the middle eastern footballer. "My, my, This one is a masterpiece." The master places a hand on the footballer's head, another much more intense orgasm hits the middle eastern footballer. His eyes roll back, and he loses his consciousness.

A few years later, the team is now at the top of the league. Training is the only activity that occupies their life. The team is living in the newly constructed barrack in the team training stadium. They sleep and live together naked. Any money that is not spent on their essential need and training is given to the master. The master’s emblem and their slave number tattoed on their left chest. The other in the team only receive L-XXXX designation as a labor slave. Only LP-0001, the master's first enslaved footballer, and LP-0002, the middle eastern footballer, receive the LP designation. As they are not only a labor slave but also the master's personal pleasure slave.

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picture credit: Mohamed Salah

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Purchased by the master's increasing wealth, the master's new large and luxurious estate in the middle of the forest requires an effort to maintain and guard. The master would need more service and guard slaves. Luckily, there is plenty for the master to choose as pleased.

After knocking on the door of a farmhouse, the master's latest prey opens the door. And without warning, the master reaches into farm hand mind “Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master." The farmhand reply with a blank expression. "I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to you. My loyalty and obedience to you rule my body and mind. Serving you is the only purpose and pleasure of my life. You are my master." "Now get in the car, slave. I am taking you home." "Yes, Master."

After he arrives at the master's estate, the master orders him into the barn, orders him to strip naked, and standing on parade rest. WP-0001 fetching a tattoo machine for the corner and approach the farmhand. The master speaks. "Now, as WP-0001 brand you as my livestock. You will keep repeating your mantra and let it burn into your mind, deeper and deeper every time you repeat it. When the branding finishes, WP-0001 will punch the freshly done branding on your chest. You will cum and empty your free will and individuality. The master gives WP-0001 a mental command to start. The farmhand stands expressionless on parade rest throughout his branding process. With the mantra occupies every available space in his mind, he does not register anything else going on outside. Then his brother slave WP-0001 punches his chest, and the most intense orgasm hits him. Still standing emotionless and naked on a parade rest, his cum shoots farther across the barn and higher than him, over and over again for at least a few minutes. The master's emblem and his slave number, SP-0001, branded proudly over his heart.

As a service slave, His duty is taking care of the master's property; the estate, the equipment, the plants, the animals, and the other slaves; and serving the master as a house servant. It is hard work, but he would not have it another way. It is what the master commands. It is the highest honor of his life to serving his master. The master said that the master would bring in more helping hands. Plus, he was also a pleasure slave. The master would sometimes bless him with a requirement of his sexual service, wherever or whenever the master wants, whether it is the barn, the yard, or inside the estate.

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