The Royal Guard Commander Abroad The Crown Princes Yacht To Do A Security Check On The Prince Before

The royal guard commander abroad the crown prince’s yacht to do a security check on the prince before approaching his homeland’s shore as ordered by the king. The security search is less about the prince’s own security, and more the reputation of the royal family themselves, since the price is infamous for his blasphemous lifestyle: entertainment, drugs, and sex.

He not that much older than him but  with his exceptional service to the crown, the king is willing to out his trust on him. The prince usually dreaded the loyal guard commander, arrogant prick. With his shiny medals and big rank, this man think he can bossing everyone around. When he become king he’ll teach this asshole a lesson.

That’s what’s the prince think, but the prince no longer exist anymore, only LP-0008 another one of master’s loyal slave is left in side the façade of the fearsome crown prince. No ranks, no hierarchy, only the master and his rightful property.

That’s why the prince feels no satisfaction of revenge when the royal guard commander and his team are brought to their knees by the master’s mind control power.

Because, the prince is no longer here anymore, only master’s slave exist.

That’s why the prince obey the master’s command immediately to strap the royal guards to the gurney and brainwashing goggle, amplifying the master’s power into their brain, and expertly begin to tattoo the master’s glorious insignia over their heart along with their real name, their slave number, under it along with other slaves which used to be his personal bodyguards and servants. He don’t object it that he now work with his former servant as one.

Because, the prince is no longer here anymore, only master’s slave exist.

The royal guard commander riding on the master’s cock as their tongue lock together. The master interrupt the kiss to smell and taste the royal guard commander’s sweaty hairy armpit. Left the royal guard commander’s mouth free to let out a lustful moan. It feels no jealously as It stays still on parade rest position naked and hard waiting for order in .line with other brethren slaves facing their master.

Because, the prince is no longer here anymore, only master’s slave exist.

It help the guard put on his dick sheath and plug his hole, preventing more of the master’s holy nectar inside from leaking down its leg. It kiss its slave brother on the mark of their master’s ownership over them. The master’s emblem branded proudly on its muscular chest. LP-0008 worship it with a kiss and trace its brethren's name “WP-0008″ with its tongue along the raised skin of the tattoo. It praise its fellow slave for serving their master dutifully. It can feel WP-0008′s sheathed dick twitch from its new center of pleasure, obedience.

Because, the prince is no longer here anymore, only master’s slave exist.

The master immediately bring their attention back with his command under a soft voice which hold solid power over all of his slaves. He order both of them to clean his dick. Both of them kneel and begin to worship his holy member while lost in bliss of the taste of the divine seed. They will bring their homeland to its knees under the master’s leash, just like them, with a hard on while doing it aroused by their subservience to his will.

Because, the prince and the royal guard’s commander is no longer here anymore, only master’s slave exist.

Recruit’s first night in the barracks. Just before lights out, the master’s voice blaring through every speaker. The recruits lying mindless on their bed. The rest of the base come together, their naked body glistening in the neon lights with sweat of hard training for their master, their chest, tattooed with the master mark of ownership over them, puff proudly, sheathed dick fully erected, and butt properly plugged, ready to fuck their obedience into the new recruits through their ass while the master fuck his authority through their mind. While chanting their real pledge of allegiance to their real owner, master, and god in unison with the entire base.

After the recruits have empty their free will through their balls, the service slaves come and tattoo them with the master insignia and their real name on their chest, lock a sheath on their dick, plug their hole, and pump their cum into the collector machine, adding their DNA into the master’s slave breeding database. When the morning come, they are ready and happy to mindlessly train their mind and body beyond its limits to meet their master’s requirements of his warrior slave along with their former superior officers, now their brethren slaves.

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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.

No story this week guys. Life has gotten a little busy.

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.