After Countless Relapses, This New Rehab In A Small Town Of No Where Would Be The Last One That Nic Would

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.

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.

Finally, His little slaves spreading the praise about how magnificent the ink that enslaved them is have brought him the big fish into the tattoo master’s shop today.

Even though he knew it’s a matter of time that some celebrity would be unfortunate enough to stumble upon the tattoo master’s little shop, it’s in LA after all, but the tattoo master couldn’t help but become star-struck by Chris walking through his door and asked for a small piece of tattoo on his arm.

The master lead him to the tattoo chair. As the magic infused ink begin to enter Chris’s blood stream, his breathing become more and more relax, his eyes are still open but blank, and his face without any expression.

“Feel the ink running along your skin, marking the unmarked flesh. Feel my magic in your mind, marking the unmarked mind. Soon you will be bare the mark of a slave both body and mind. Let the mark guide you, rule you, remind you of your life purpose.“

“Yes, sir.“

“Feel my essence in your marks for I am the wielder of the mark. Feel my rule over your body and soul. Feel it rule your obedience and loyalty, love and lust.“

“Yes, sir.”

The master rip Chris clothes with his knife, leaving him naked. His dick immediately sprung free from his underwear to  proudly erect of his enslavement.

“Feel my essence in you, let it purge your own will and conquer it with my own.”

The tattoo master take off his clothes and lube up his dick before plunge his dick right into Chris’ hypnotically relaxed hole all the way in one swift motion. Chris arc his back up from the chair, overwhelm with the pleasure of his master conquering him. The master begin to savagely assaulting Chris’ hole mercilessly. The ink running around Chris’ skin forming a pattern to the master’s will.

“EMBRACE MY MARKING! EMBRACE MY ESSENCE! LET IT FLOW IN TO YOU! ACCEPT MY CONQUER WITH BOWED HEAD AND KNEELED KNEES. PURGE YOUR WILL! THIS MIND AND BODY ARE NO LONGER YOURS TO USE! NOW!“

Soon the master release his essence in his new slave. Chris erect dick, left untouched through out the ritual, exploded like never before. Spraying his purged freewill onto his abs and chests. The tattoo now settling into Chris’ skin just like his master control over his kind. The tattoo form a  strange tribal pattern covering his entire back to his arms and chests.

Chris’ blue eyes look up at his master waiting for his next command. The master grab his jaw and ram his tongue into Chris’ mouth. Chris’ tongue dance submissively with the master’s dominating one. The master pull out from Chris’ mouth.

“Thank you master!“

The master smile but waste no time garbing Chris’ blond hair and pull him onto his knees. Chris mouth opens up to perform his duty of cleaning his master’s shaft and have the chance to taste his master’s essence.

“You’re welcome. Listen well, I have things for you to do.”

Chris nods and listen to his master plans for him while giving his master the best blowjob he can.

Chris have become famous for his new tattoo of intricate and mysterious lines running along his muscle ridge on his back to his chest and arms. A few year later Chris cause another headline with divorce and marring the tattoo artist that done his now famous tattoo. Chris have gotten even more serious into body building and strongman training. He is even bigger than he was before and the tattoo seems to compliment him nicely no mater how much his body changed.

“Long time no see brother, how was the trip?“ The younger prince, Nasim, asks his big brother.

“Life-changing, to be honest.“ The crown prince hugs his little brother. Under the façade of joyfulness, its true slave self only thinks about how this younger prince would be a great conquer for the master.

"Wow, you have bulked up a lot of muscle since you've been gone, big bro. What's your secret?" Nasim was surprised by the amount of muscle on his brother's back when he wrap them in for a hug. A muscle from torturous hours of hard work the master has put all of his slaves through that the people of their position would never experience. But just like their crown prince, their day would come soon enough.

"Of cause, buddy, but before that, I would like to introduce you to my new guard, Badi, and soon to be yours, Mo." the crown prince looks to two huge men on both of his sides. The men stay still on a parade rest.

They are X-3 and XP-0001, a super soldier slave created in the master's lab. Their real purpose is to be here and assist LP-0008 on taking over the kingdom.

"What? But I already have a gu-" Before Nasim could react, his brother's bodyguard jump onto him and pin him down to the cold marble floor of the crown prince's palace with an unhuman speed and force. He tried to cry for help but unbeknownst to him, everyone in the crown prince's palace is now enslaved to the master and won't acknowledge his plead.

LP-0008 approaches its former brother, soon to be remade anew from brother by blood as a brother in enslavement. LP-0008 takes off its clothes and façade character to reveal the mark of its owner showing its true loyalty and identity proudly. Its always erect sheathed dick jumps free from its confine. In its hands are VR goggles with a mask attached to them. It looks like a normal workout training mask from the outside but the interior is equipped with a long and thick dildo. LP-0008 places the goggle on its prey's face. The goggle make a contact with the young prince's temples sending a pre-set command to his body. His throat relaxed and his body goes limp. LP-0008 then forces a foot-long dildo into its victim's throat. X-3 and WP-0001 release the prince and get naked as its brethren slave.

As the goggle establish the connection with the master's mind control power, the three slaves begin forcefully strip Nasim of all his clothes, revealing his muscled body that will be pushed even further beyond its limit after the enslavement is completed as his older brother has gone through.

As the connection is made, the brainwashing immediately begins. Every fiber of Nasim's body flex with the master's power taking over his mind. His back arches up into a magnificent curve, which signals LP-0008 to shove the same-size dildo into Nasim's virgin asshole. LP-0008 begins to suck Nasim's dick as the master has trained him while Nasim's mind is being completely rewired his loyalty, love, devotion, obedience, pleasure, and pride are all direct to only the master, and the act of service and submissions to him.

"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!" Nasim repeat the mantra that all the slave in the palace has come to know very well. Soon it'll burn into his mind as the only principle that guides his life just like the other slave.

Driven by an eagerness to obey its master's order, LP-0008 dutifully and tirelessly sucks Nasim's dick until sunrise, like a good slave that the master has forged it to be. Nasim also chants the mantra all night long, its echoes in his mind and dominates his thoughts which will leave a permanent mark on them.

X-3 and XP-0001 begin working on Nasim's tattoo on each of his chests, now marked with the master's emblem, and its real name, LP-0009, has completed its process. It releases its free will in an endless string of cum, Its brother, still attached to its cock, gulps it all up and savors every drop of the sweet sweet taste of submission.

After LP-0009 has been purged clean of its free will, LP-0008 removes the goggles. It rises up and gives other slaves a tongue wresting kiss and gives each other a stoking grip of their dick sheath, followed by a worship kiss in the master's insignia over their heart as a slave's custom, drill into it by its master.

LP-0009 can't return the favor to its fellow slaves with its hole. The master has reserved its virginity with the butt plug deep inside it. So LP-0009 takes X-3 and XP-0001's foot-long dick into its mouth while burying its own sheathed dick deep into LP-0008's gut. Their sweaty body from sex and the strain of brainwashing interwind together. They relish and worship each other strong musk on their bodies and pits which signify the strength of their obedience and dedication to work hard for their master.

Prince Nasim leaves his brother's palace with his new bodyguard, soon his own palace staff will have some reorientation after.

Other people who don't know better would assume that the brothers are partying in their palace just like in the old days, unfortunately for their kingdom, their old days are numbered, as more and more slaves are added to the master's dominion.

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.

“Who the fuck are you? You aren’t my lawyer.” Chris asked, confused, as a mob boss, that fucking lawyer of his better show up for what he paid for them, not this skeleton of a man. He has been in this god forsaken jail for far too long. He might have people both here and out helping him run his business uninterrupted, but nothing beats freedom.

“No I’m not, but trust me Mr.Connor. You’ll find that my offers are hard to refuse.”

“I’m not talking until my leach lawyer is here.”

“It’s ok, that won’t be a problem.” Suddenly the door of the interrogation room opened. Three huge guy entered the room, Chris is shock at them, all naked with the same matching tattoos on their chest. Their dicks are attached to some weird device along its full erected length.

One stay behind the small man, kneeling by his side. Two of them immediately got to Chris and pin him down to the chair. He finally got a close look at the tattoo containing some weird emblem and a small text under it “WP” following with a number.

But Chris is now too panic to pay attention to. As they start tearing his orange jumpsuit, leaving him completely naked on a cold stainless steel chair.

The mysterious man walk up to him and grab his bearded face. “Turns out we do need people on the hierarchy and cannot just recycle some junkie. I couldn’t stomach them, they are deeply unattractive but here you are on the top of the food chain and quite a looker yourself, jackpot! You made a little slip that landed you here, but don’t worry I’ll make sure you’ll be much, much more capable and won’t making any mistakes again.”

The man released the grip on face and tap Chris’s forehead with his finger gently. Chris body suddenly feels like it has been electrocuted with pleasure. His body seizes up. The power flowing along his spine to the tip of his dick makes his back arched up in the air sending his instantly erect dick high up in the air. Chris letting out a tortured moan as the most potent orgasm he has ever experienced hit him but all the reaction from his dick is leaking droplets of pre-cum.

Chris is completely paralyzed as the third naked men carry him to what’s look like an ambulance parking in a private area of the jail. Inside the gurney and machine with hundreds of robot hands with fully loaded needle are standby for his arrival.

Chris body remain completely paralyzed from the master’s power as the machine break his skin with hundreds of needles with precision. As the needle slowly sink into his urethra, his balls, and anus, he feels everything as the machine begin pumping the compound X into him. But his awareness is cut short as another pair of needles make contact with his temple and the headset secured over his head, pumping the master pure mind power into its mind, destroy every resistance while solidified obedience and loyalty to its one and only god master. Molding its mind and body into one of the master’s X-Class super human slave.

Later

Lying in the spacious bed of the master bedroom in the mansion that it used to own. Chris, now XP-0003, usually sleeps in the new barracks with all of its slave brethren, but today the master request its sexual service.

No matter how much it wants to stay at the master’s side, but it have master’s mission to obey and complete. It get up from the master’s bed, XP2 are on the other side of their sleeping master. His head resting on XP2 chest, XP2 nod to XP3. One of X-Class slave’s super human ability is operating 24/7 without needing sleep, ever. So as XP2 and XP3 have finished their duty of sexually servicing the master. They always stay fully awake guarding him.

XP3 pass by rows of naked men strapped into a steel gurney. All of them used to be Chris’ trusted comrades, right hands, and henchmen. But Chris aren’t here anymore. Only XP3, a master’s vessel puppet for the soon to be reformed syndicate.

Their head are fitted with the same headset machine that XP3 have been brainwashed on, but not the compound X that flow in XP3 body. They would be other classes of non “X” superhuman slave. But only pure obedience and mind clean of free will can achieve so many things unimaginable and superhuman like without the need of Compound X.

XP3 feel the slickness of the master’s holy nectar deep inside it from last night, reminding it that the slave mind and body belong to the master to make use of. And if the master want to use it above and beyond other slave capabilities, it obeys without hesitation with or without the compound pumping through its vain.

It put on a suit and a facade of “Chris”, one of the most feared mob boss. But under the suit is the insignia of its god and its real name, permanently marked on its skin over its heart, where it belong; a sheathed duck; and a plugged hole. Just as under the mask of a hot headed playboy mob boss, is a fiercely obedient and loyal slave, a vessel to its master’s will, pulling his puppet around.