The New Gym Franchise "Gym Master" Has Popped Up Everywhere Around The Country. They Are Growing Rapidly,

The new gym franchise "Gym Master" has popped up everywhere around the country. They are growing rapidly, replacing many gyms that are closed due to the pandemic with the new management and brand under the shell of the former gym.

"Dude you're going to love this! Their equipment and trainer are the best! Look at me!" Etan flexes his muscle, showing Jess his impressive gain.

"Damn, Ethan you really bulk up since we hit the gym together." Jess admires his friend.

"The best part is Jim still working there. He is an even better trainer than before the corporate that take over his gym sent him for an advanced trainer course"

"Wait, does he still work there? How does he feel about his gym being taken over? It must be hard, he always boasts about how he built that place with his hands and now he is just one of the employees?"

"Well, He seems happy enough as far as I have seen him around the place." Etan shrug. "Common dude! If you don't like it you can go somewhere else, but this is an invitation-only gym, give it a try. I will let you use my invitation!"

"Okay, okay, dude! Why not?" Jess gives in. Jim is the best trainer they have ever had yet. If he is still there, happy, and somehow becomes an even better trainer, Why the hell not?

When both of them reach the gym Etan leads Jess through the door. Sure enough, He sees Jim and several similar faces inside, but instead of Becky the old receptionist, the front desk is now staffed with equally muscled men as the trainers. Come to think of it, Etan noticed that the gym is filled with only men.

"Hey, Will. I brought my friend Jess here to try out this place." Etan greets the receptionist. While Jess is busy with the membership application, he doesn't notice Etan swipe his card to the gym floor without waiting for him or that Etan's expression turns blank as soon as he crosses the gate.

"Etan? Hey! Wait for me!" Jess's shout falls on deaf ears as Etan's programming kick in. Etan takes his place at one of the machines and sweats away robotically.

"Don't worry, sir. You would need to watch some of our promotional videos first. Let's give Etan a head start." Will leads Jess to the small room behind the reception desk and sits him down on a single chair in front of the TV. As Jess gets comfortable in a chair, the TV lights up and begins bombarding him with the master's brainwashing voice, enslaving him immediately.

"You accept this as your absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belong to the master. Your loyalty and obedience to him rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master"

"I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to the master. My loyalty and obedience to him rule my body and mind. Serving Him is the only purpose and pleasure of my life. You are my master" Jess replied in a monotone. His clothes have been stripped off and put a milking machine tube on his dick unnoticed by Will. 

"You are master's slave. This is the real you as the master has intended. Your real name is 1S-0273. You are the master's sleeper slave. As a sleeper slave, you will assume your former personality outside of the master's establishment.

Your activation word is "INDIGO MID NIGHT 1S-0273"

You will not retain any memory of your real self when assuming your former personality.

No one in your public life must know that you are a slave.

You will keep your body at peak condition to be activated for use at any time in every personality activated.

You will avoid any type of attachment with the non-slave in every personality activated.

You will recommend specimens that fit the physical and other requirements that will be uploaded into your brain after this programming for enslavement in every personality activated.

Future financial handling and other life plans for sleeper slaves will also be uploaded into your brain after this programming.

You will visit this establishment daily for body and skill maintenance and improvement, mental conditioning, and further instruction."

"PROGRAMMING COMPLETE SIR, UNIT 1S-0273 IS NOW OPERATIONAL, SIR!" After a quick seizure from having a petabyte of new data uploaded into his brain, Jess finally releases his seed to the DNA collecting machine to be further reviewed by other slaves specialized in slave eugenics.

Jess walks out of the room naked to join the rest of the slaves, some permanent, some sleepers like him, in a programmed exercise to maintain the readiness and improve the performance of the master's property for his usage. He said nothing while passing Etan or Jim.

He noticed that Jim have a master's insignia tattooed on his chest, over his heart, where it should be, along with his real name SP-0035. He couldn't help but feel a little jealousy even in an emotionally suppressed slave's mind. Not only Jim is a permanent service slave that takes care of this place, but he is also given the highest honor of having served the master sexually before. He could only hope that the master would brainwash him to train hard enough to be noticed and have that honor himself.

After that, Jess and Etan head to the gym twice a day. They only know that they are enthusiastic about their impressive muscle gain from the new gym, but as soon as they set their foot beyond the gate, their minds shut down and their true emotionless slave self is ready to train their body, master's property, hard. Only to let the gym with only memory that it was a great workout. Their body and mind are ready to be activated for the master's command at any time.

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.

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.

A highly decorated special force officer, intelligence officer, and general, after taking countless bullets and leading many successful commands for his country, the only thing he wants is to enjoy his retirement, but the master has other plans for him.

One of his men used to be under his command during his time at the special force called. Congratulating him for his retirement, Rob invites the guy for a beer at his house, not knowing that the guy has been so long enslaved to the master that he would have to be reminded of its old name.

On the other end, WP4 kneels naked in front of its master while its mouth lets out the voice of its old personality to the phone in its hands, the rest of its face is completely devoid of emotion, only dedicated its mind to its master command. The master's feet play around with its hard-sheathed dick. Every touch makes its sheathed dick and plugged asshole twitch, but it carries on its conversation with the person that its old self used to admire and look up to the most, luring him to, now, the only person that matters, its master.

WP4 is quick to naturalize the old man. Once the old man finished a can of drug-laced beer, he was soon strapped in a brainwash rig under its pickup truck bed cover.

After countless brainwashing sessions with mind-shattering orgasms, the old man purges out its old self and personality. No longer a proud soldier, as soon as it was released from the rig its powerful body fell down to the master's feet, one of the most decorated soldiers in history now kissing master's feet, begging to be sheathed, plugged, and branded with its true name and the master's mark of his ownership over it, but the master have further plans for it.

As soon as it heard the master command it could jump into another steel gurney fast enough. The service slaves helped tie it with leather straps to the gurney. It don't understand why would they need a strap since the master has absolute power over it. The realization comes as the machine with numerous needle at the end of its arm aim the tip of it at both sides of its skull, deep down its throat, on the middle of each of its meaty chest, for each of its six-packs, for its navel, down its urethra, both of its balls, along its thick leg, deep in its rectum, and almost hundred of them all over its wide back and along its spine from the base of its head to the tail bone.

The master leans in close to its ear. The master breath and brush of his lips make its mind explode in orgasmic pleasure each one bigger than the last. "Stay still and repeat the mantra." He whispered to his new old slave. The slave obeyed. The Headset got lower into its head putting it into a familiar sweet brainwashing loop.

As its chanting began, the machine pushed all the needle into its flesh in a swift and precise motion. "I ACCEPT THIS AS MY ABSOLUTE TRUTH.- ughhhh! -EVERY FI -mumhhhh- BER OF MY BEING BELONGS TO THE- Haah… Uugh.. Aaah…- MASTER. MY LO- Aghh! AAAH! -YALTY AND OBEDIENCE TO HIM- Mmmfffp! Unnf -RULE MY B- nnhg Uh-uhh! -ODY AND MIND. SERVING HIM IS THE ONLY PURPOSE AND PLEASURE OF MY- haahhh hmmm-mmh Nnmm… -LIFE!"

The chanting got more steady and monotone one the X chemical pumping through the slave body. Enhancing its body and mind. The master chooses to keep its aged appearance, but on the inside it's the same X-class superhuman slave as its brethren. But if there's one thing that the master has changed on the outside would be its size. Its already imposing body has been enhanced even more. Now at 8 feet with an even wider back to support, a truly powerful beast for the master to command.

The master is now ready to unwarp his gift to himself, another X-class guard slave, Other X-Class slaves have been away on a mission to assist in taking over a faraway country. This one would be his right hand, always at his side to serve and protect him.

Its body begins producing the skin pigment of Its name, XP-0002, and its insignia appears on its huge pec over its heart, where it belongs, signify the completion of the process. The machine pulls its needles and headset back. XP02 still chanting the mantra lying still just as the master had ordered months ago.

"I ACCEPT THIS AS MY ABSOLUTE TRUTH. EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING BELONGS TO THE MASTER. MY LOYALTY AND OBEDIENCE TO HIM RULE MY BODY AND MIND. SERVING HIM IS THE ONLY PURPOSE AND PLEASURE OF MY LIFE!"

"Cum." the master whispered in its ear. Its already hard dick begins spraying its cum all over its sweaty body over and over until commanded it to stop. The master ordered his service slaves to begin putting a sheath onto its enhance foot-long dick and the collection tube click on to the sheath soon after, keeping its superior genetic into the eugenic stock.

The master order it to ride on his dick, while he admires his new possession. Tasing its huge sweating body. XP2 accepts its master invading dick into its virgin rectum and his tongue over its glistening abs, its lush pubic trail, its hairy chest, and its reeking pits. All of it belongs to him. It welcomes its master tongue with its own into its mouth, twirling around obediently following him around, its own mouth, his rightful domain, like a dog on a leash. Every touch between its and the master's tongue, just as his other touch, sent electricity down its spine to its dick, still obediently pumping its cum hard as its owner's command, and its ass twitching around the master's conquering dick giving him the pleasure at its best superhuman ability. After he cums, the service slaves put a plug into the XP2 rectum to keep his holy seed inside it.

After its enslavement, XP2 is always at its master's side, outside and in bed, it had lost all sense of its former self, replaced by a blissful servitude that it was unable to resist. Every command he obeyed, XP2 felt a never-failing mind-shattering orgasm that left him feeling empty and full at the same time.

XP2 is a force to be reckoned with, more powerful than any non-X-class slave could become. It soon became the go-to enforcer for the master, doing whatever the Master asked without question and was used to carry out the Master's most demanding and dangerous tasks, compelled to serve his master at all times with absolute loyalty.

"Thank you for bringing me to his enslavement" XP2 comes up to WP4 after training.

"I only obey his command, brother," WP4 replied, WP4's old self would not address his CO as such, but it does not matter now they are now equally master's loyal and obedient property. WP4 places its hand on the master's emblem over XP2's heart. It's perpetually hard dick twitch in the reminder of its master ownership over them.

"But without you, the master would never have found me" XP2 places its hand back at WP4's emblem tattoo. Its dick twitching back as an answer.

XP2 immediately pulls WP4 into a kiss soon they intensely make out with each other. XP2 swiftly put the genetic mixture machines on both of their dick. XP2's and WP4's sheathed dick locked with the machine immediately as the machine was pumping them and sending a signal to the plug to begin vibrating to the max. Soon they surrender their essence to the master via the machine. The machine would mix their genetics and the service slave would pick it up to grow a new batch of ready-grown slaves.

The master sitting on his observation throne for the training room while his other pleasure slave servicing his dick with its mouth, watching his XP2 slave. XP2 meets his eyes and bows its head to its owner. Ready to detach from its slave brother to be back to its master's side.

He used to be stressful about a lot of things. But after he got lost and took the wrong exit out of the interstate heading to a town in the middle of nowhere, the officer stop him at the edge of town. Next thing he knew is that he now have an owner and he have never been this happy his entire life while he was bend over on top of the police car hood and fucked raw by the warrior slave sheathed dick.

Now with a new name, uniform and tattoo branded on his chest, he’s just another one of master’s service slave. Hauling master’s cargo around the country in his new white unmarked semi with the insignia branded on both doors, like the one over the slave’s heart, marking master’s ownership over his property.

He might not be master’s pleasure slave standards but he is a good looking slave enough that the master have fuck him once. He’s looking forward to be back in town near his owner again. Maybe he might got lucky and get fucked by the master again. He rub himself on a dildo attached to his seat at that thought. His dick twitch in its sheath, just like the one that the warrior slave fuck him with in that faithful night.

He also miss an orgy with other fellow slaves. Their hot body trained hard to be used by their master. The warrior slave that enslaved him is his regular when he’s back in town. If they are lucky, they would met at the same deserted road that he was enslaved but this time it was his turn to return the favor with his now also sheathed dick. He couldn’t thank that warrior slave enough for his enlightenment.

But his need could wait, compared to his master wish, it’s meaningless. He is only happy to carry out any work that the master needed of him. He only live to give his master his strength to work, his mind, his soul, and his seed to breed more slave for his master to use. He is much, much happier now.

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.