The First Time Karran Joined The Gym, He Only Wanted To Be Able To Get Girls Attention With His Body.

The first time Karran joined the gym, He only wanted to be able to get girls attention with his body.

But after his first brainwashing session at Master’s gym, his want is irrelevant. His master is now the puppeteer of his free will. Planting his commands into his subconscious.

He thought him stopping spending time hanging out with his friends flirting on the girl he liked and used all his free time in the gym is his idea. He thought taking the supplements only labeled with weird emblem from his trainer is his idea. He thought growing out his beard, hair, and body hair is his idea. He thought stopping using deodorant is his idea. He thought stopping masturbating is his idea.

But, he thought of nothing of how his time in the gym seems like it’s pass by like a blur. As he walk into the gym and with a blink of the eyes he walk out soaked in sweat, looking at his watch a few hours have passed. It feels completely normal to him.

As the time passed, the master have molded him, body and mind, to his desire via the hand of his service slave known to unsuspecting Karran as his fitness trainer.

After Karran receive the call from his master and given his trigger. He isn’t thought of anything anymore, only obedience to his god master. The white van arrived at his front yard shortly after. Karran steps in and give the naked service slaves a kiss on the master’s emblem tattoo as a sign of his completely enslaved mind.

They stripped him and strapped him in the same kind of machine that enslaved him since he join the gym. The service slave sanitized his chests for tattoo, his dick for the sheath, and his ass for the plug.

The goggles lower into its eyes. The tube lock with its sheath, another one at its hollow plug. Ready for its brainwash session for the entire ride and many more to come.

When it set foot the master’s domain, naked, sheathed dick always hard and proud on the master’s land. It bares the same mark of the master’s ownership over it over its heart just like all of its brethren slaves. The other slaves lead it to the master estate where it lie down and spread its hole for the master to inspect his property and give its final marking on its chests, its real name.

It thought of noting while it waits for its master’s judgement. As he gropes and sniff its undeodorized body, muscled to his demand. As its moan in ultimate lust and pleasure of the highest form of servitude as the master pull off its plug and fuck it raw. Its moan are only silenced by the master‘s mouth over its own. He demanded its mouth to also serve his so it must be. After a while the master have baptized it with his holy nectar deep inside its body, the master have approved it of it’s sexual service so it will have “P” as a part of its rank. It didn’t cum, the master didn’t command it. It feels nothing as its need are irrelevant.

After the master are done and leave for his more important business, SP-0001, the head of service slave come to clean things up and plug it ass back in, keeping his holy nectar deep inside its body. SP1 inform me that it will join SP1 as Master’s estate servant. SP1 pull out a tattoo gun from its utility belt to complete its marking. SP-0095 tattooed below the master insignia. SP95 stood up, its chests puffed proudly. It bow down to give SP1 a tongue kiss on the master’s insignia on its chest as a proper greeting and gratitude for finally properly marking it as one of the master’s property. SP1 dick twitch as SP95’s tongue travel along the intricate lines of the master’s mark on its skin, reminding of its enslavement to the master.

SP1 return the greeting and grab SP95 by its dick, lead it to the slave quarters for a proper estate servant uniform, a black combat boot and black utility belt with nothing else except it’s sheath and plug.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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