After The Police Station Fall Into The Master Hands, The Firemen Is Next. It Was An Ordinary Morning

After the police station fall into the master hands, the firemen is next. It was an ordinary morning until the speaker in the station starts blasting the master’s hypnotic voice. Soon they all realized their place in the world, under the master feet.

The enslaved police men visit them at the fire station for a celebratory orgy. The fire men couldn’t wait to be branded properly as the master’s property and obey his command.

New dress code for both the policemen and firemen is always shirtless showing the master insignia and their slave number. Shirt is only need for outside duty but the butt plug is always on.

To other people’s eyes they are separated department but to the master and the slaves they are a single group of master’s warrior slave. The master will have a mission for them soon to complete his control over this town. But for now they train their body for a peak physical capability to best serve the master. Maybe he would allow them to cum if they serve him well. The master only permit dry orgies and dry orgasm from reciting the mantra is to push them over their mental and physical limit to train hard and serve the master.

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.

WP-0004 is preparing for his patrol duty of his master’s estate. Strip off his civvies and put on his proper uniform. Only kevlar vest on top showing his muscled arms and a fatigue pants with tactical belt fully equipped for the job.

He trace his slave tattoo on his chest and let out moan. Every reminder of his master ownership over him make his body shutters with pleasure spreading from his prostate. His hole leaking out WP-0001’s and WP-0002’s cum from his orgy with them in the barrack. Strong and fiercely loyal slaves like him turns him on second to the master himself. He love worshiping their body knowing that these powerful muscles are working and training hard to serve their master, the actual owner of their body and mind.

With his new devotion to his master he have push himself far beyond what he previously thought, even as a special force operator, was impossible. The old him would be impressed but he now know that whatever his master demand of him, he will accomplish or die trying. He would kill for him, fight for him, and die for him. 

Turns out the military base that the master have taken over isn’t just any ordinary military base. WP-0006 have told him that this base is also a secret facility for experimenting with producing a super soldier. The experiment wasn’t quite successful and the higher ups seems to give up on it and move on to other projects. But after the base is enslaved, with the master mental and financial support to the project’s scientists’ new found devotion and dedication, the experiment are now a reality.

The machine is straight out of a sci-fi movie cliché. The man sized glass tubes with a shipping container size machines connect to each tube. The machine samples the DNA information and slicing each genetic code by each genetic code picking the best for each slices from the collection and create a chromosome that contains the best in every each line of the genetic code to grow a super soldier out of.

The DNA database come from countless number of semen from master’s slave, free men (forcefully taken or hypnotically taken), and through the master purchase of most sperm bank around the world, the majority of it now owned by the master.

All slaves are banned from cumming, except for cumming into a collection device installed in every home and men bathroom in town, and in sexual service to the master.

It take the tube only a day to incubates a fetus into a 30 years old man. The master have waited impatiently for his reward. WP-0006 sucking on his dick killing the time. And surround by the base scientists, all of them don’t resemble a stereotypical scientist anymore. They are master’s slave just like other and subject to the master’s exercise and diet requirements all the same. They are muscled, unshaven, and naked. On parade rest like a soldier, their dick erect, pointing upward in the presence of the master. The master’s insignia branded over their heart.

The three men in the tube are quite ready but the master decided to wait a bit. Let them aged a little bit further. He likes his men like men, not boys. The master can see the men in the tube already nicely muscled as if they aren’t just a fetus hours ago floating in the tank. The master’s insignia and their number are already branded over their hearts as X-1, X-2, and X-3. A special code for the master’s black ops team. This isn’t a tattoo like the rest of the slaves. They are their permanent skin pigment patterns that are encoded into their DNA. If that skin area have been removed it would grow back with the branding.

Being at the peak of human capacity in every way, they will be his black ops team, doing a dirty work for the master. Not being in any record, they are completely anonymous, nameless, and practically not exist to anyone but the master. The only name they answer to is X1, X2, and X3.

They slightly twitch from the wire on their nape downloading information into them. They knows every martial arts, weapons and vehicles operations. And know at least 20 language, unique to each of them and excluding English which is the only one that they all know. They are also super intelligent and can out strategize any general even while in the middle of a combat.

All of this is ruled by their loyalty and obedience to the master, which are constructed to be a permanent neuron structure in their brain. It’s physically impossible to be disloyal or disobey the master.

And finally the outside look. Which is mostly aesthetic, their DNA apart from that is identical. So the master go for variety to sate his flavorful sexual need and in case of some mission that they need to be racially blend in.

The master have waited long enough. He sent WP-0006 back to his side and have the tubes open. The three super soldiers walk out and as soon as the see the master, they know what to do and fall to their knees. Their dick raising up into a foot long, only different in their skin color. 

They approach the master’s glistening dick and worshiping the master’s dick between the three of them. Soon the master ejaculate, They hungrily lap up the divine nectar from their brethren face, the master’s skin, and the floor. Soon they line up on their back, ready to be properly bred and baptize by their god.

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.

----

picture credit (Instagram): garrett_the_farrier

----

As soon as he turned 18 his father sent him to a special school. He was told that the school is a prep school for university. Every 18 years old in the town are signed up by their father.

It’s a boarding school that used to be a spacious ranch. They aren’t allowed to leave the school until they turn 20. As the week goes by he have noticed that they haven’t taught anything remotely close to college prep. All they do every day is exercising and hard ranch work. The weird thing is that no one cares to speak up. Even the most unathletics person sweats away their forced exercise and labor. Even the most picky eater just munch away their tasteless protein supplements. They never complain about the hard work and the fact that they all get naked for a fire hose to spray them clean after every sweaty day before going to sleep in their barracks naked.

For 2 years, everyday they wake up, exercise, working in the ranch, and go to sleep. By the time they are 20, everyone becomes a muscular specimen. 

On their graduation, the trainer order them to get naked and lead them to a soundproof room. The room only have a steel gurney in the middle. A headphones and a tattoo machine hanging on it. As they lay down and their trainer work on the tattoo gun, branding them as the master’s property. The cock raising to a full mass as the mantra rewired their mind. Their trainer celebrated the branding with a punch to the new slave freshly tattooed chest. The pain push the new slave over and their newly rewired brain turn it into pleasure beyond their comprehension. The new slave purge their free will from their mind through their cock. Their body spasm and buckle on the gurney while the trainer slave kissing, licking, and worshipping the master’s insignia on the new slave chest. The sensation make the new slave cumming more and more for a unhumanly long time until they’re ball and completely emptied.

After that the trainer brought them to the mirror and explained to them about the master’s emblem and their slave number which tell their place in the master’s dominion. Then the new slave kiss the master’s insignia on the trainer slave chest as a goodbye. Then they are released to the barn where other new slaves welcome them with a customary worshipping of the master’s emblem on their chest and licking their cum soaked body clean. And a mass make out with each other, but their virgin asses are reserved for the slave that sign them up for the training to deflower them as a reward from the master.