It Was Another Win For Charles And His Team. Their Win Record Have Soared Since The Entire Team Have

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.

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.

It’s another delightful hard working day for him. His boss, Hector, now SP-0003, have introduce him to the master and he couldn’t thank SP3 enough. Now his life are comprise of only total devotion to his master through hard work for his master, eating an enhancing slave’s feed, and worshiping the master through sex with his brethren slaves and regular brainwash to keep his mind clean of sinful thought of freewill and female attraction.

Service slave have a shorter mandatory gym session because they can substitute with their hard labor duty. He is proud that they can squeeze a 70 hour of work into a week. 10 hours a day and 7 days a week. The only con is that they have to wear a high viz vest, tool belt, and workpants over their naked body. It’s less then before they were enslaved but they couldn’t help to feel jealous of other slaves with a more revealing uniform. They only have their penis sheath underneath the workpants and partially bare chests and arms showing a glimpse of the master’s branding on his slave’s heart and their well trained muscles honed by the hard work that the master have put them through to be use further by the master as he please. 

It another day in the summer sun but the service slaves show no sign of exhaustion or slowing down the pace of their work. The only exception is their glistening sweaty body and their body odor, since deodorant was deem unnecessary for a slave that don’t have a duty to be in contact with the unenslaved. His work of building the new apartment for his brethren slaves in the town center pass by like a breeze. Knowing he was serving the master’s will. he was smiling and hard the entire shift. Thanks to the brainwashing dedication and the slave’s feed.

Suddenly he feels the hands behind him feeling up and down his hard sweating muscle. It isn’t time for an evening milking and brainwashing break yet, is it?

“How could something as handsome as you escape my eyes, huh?“ The voice pressing into his back and whisper into his ears. He immediately remember it from every one of his brainwash session. It’s his master, his god.

He suddenly relax and let his master explore his body, the master’s rightful property. Soon the master undone his work pants and pull his plug out. The master rest his head at his ring for a second before ramming his glorious dick all the way in one thrust. The slave could only let out a heavenly moan while the master use him as a living flesh light. Every slave’s hole have been trained for this exact moment. The master flip the slave over and lay the slave’s back on the roof while he ram right into the slave’s spot again and again. The master take the slave mouth in and invade it with tongue. The slave’s tongue follow submissively. The master leaves the slave’s mouth to its ripe armpits inhaling it deeply and stealing a taste from it. The master’s ram the slave harder and faster. After the master’s tongue and nose have travel trough almost every part accessible to him, the master end his journey on the tattoo of his insignia on the slave muscled chest. Tracing his tongue around, the slave buckled wildly and fuck itself even harder on the divine’s rod. Soon the master bless the slave’s inside with his nectar. 

The slave is beyond orgasmic even haven’t cum yet. They only exist to serve him. Their emotion and need doesn’t matter. The thought of them pleasing the master is beyond any pleasure that their pesky slave mind could muster up.

“Hey, Get this one mark as one of your type, what will its number be?“ The master whistle to SP-0003.

“Yes, Sir. 5, Sir.“ SP3 bow its head to the master and pull out its tattoo guns from its tool belt, a mandatory equipment for a SP class slave, the master’s personal service slave, taking care of his estate and his other personal slaves.

The master nod for the slave to join SP-0003 down on the ground.

“Thank you, sir.” Soon to be SP-0005 kiss his master’s dick after finish cleaning it before practically jumping down to SP-0003 to be rebranded his name from a S-0015 to a SP-0005 tattooed proudly on his chest under the master’s emblem on his heart.

The cowboy is called into the luxurious estate. They said that they are interested in hiring him. He has no idea what the job is about, but the pay that they propose is ridiculously high, so he thinks he would give it a chance to see what is it about.

He meets a person presumed to be the owner, they shake hands, and the person leads him to the barn. At the end of the barn, he found a bare section, only furnished with a tool hanger, a small table, and strangely, on top of the table, a tattoo gun. A shirtless muscular man with a chest tattoo stands nearby the table. The owner said. "This is SP-0001." Confused, the cowboy asks. "I don't understand. SP-what? What is that?" "That is his name, the real one. Now, SP-0001 is the head of a service slave. When you are enslaved you will be reporting to me primary and him when doing a service slave's work." The cowboy is weirded out by the situation in front of him. He tries to run but found that he can not move his body. Without moving his lips, the owner speaks into his mind. "Now, look into my eyes. 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 cowboy's face turns from fear and panic to emotionless. He assumes his position in the middle of the barn section, standing at parade rest. The master nod to SP-0001. SP-0001, now naked and hard knowing that another man has learned about the bliss of the master's enslavement, grabs the tattoo gun and approaches the cowboy. The master whispering to the cowboy's ear, the master's lips caressing his ear, makes him the hardest he has ever been in his life. "Now repeat the mantra until SP-0001 gives the signal that he finish branding you. With each time you repeat it, it will burn into your mind, deeper and deeper; and replace anything else in your mind." Losing in the mantra, then without warning, his slave brother SP-0001 punch him in the branding that he finished. The biggest orgasm of his life hits him. While still standing at parade rest, he shoots his cum farthest and highest than he ever cum in his life. He keeps shooting, over and over, until there is nothing left of him but his master's will. The master's emblem and his slave number SP-0002 branded over his heart physically and mentally.

SP-0002 new life blissfully continues. He is now one of the master's services slaves he helps SP-0001 maintaining the master's property. They are only wearing a jockstrap that is also a tool belt, except for safety clothes that he needs to wear sometimes while performing dangerous work. He is also a pleasure slave, every slave that lives in the master's estate has to be. He is always ready for his sacred duty of sexually servicing the master when summoned. In his free time from his service slave's work or keeping his body in top performance for his master, he will have sex with his brother slaves, most often with SP-0001 but sometimes with the other slaves, and sometimes the master even joins or watch them. When they have sex they are aroused and turned on by the beauty of brethren slave that is conquered, molded, and perfected by the master; the bliss of their service to the master; and the mantra until they come together as one, united in their surrender to the master.

---- picture credit: Alex Lederman ----

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.

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.