The Twin Are Brought To The Town From The Countryside As Soon As They Turn Into Adults. The Warden Round

The twin are brought to the town from the countryside as soon as they turn into adults. The warden round up a group of them to the castle with the soldier, lock them into the wizard magic collar like the one they have on their neck. At first the collar hung lose on their scrawny neck but the brainwashing are still as intense. The chaos die down when the last one get collared. They walk out to the yard in a unison, their eyes empty, and begin training mindlessly with the older slaves immediately.

Years later, after an intense training non stop since that day, they are one of the wizard's elite slave knight. The perfect enforcer for the wizard rule through out the land. They raid villages with their dick hard as a rock as they round up the men in the village and collar them, knowing that they have bring more slave under the wizard mind destroying power.

”Welcome back, sir” the younger slave standing at the door welcoming its older clone that it will replace one day. Naked, erect, chest puff, and hands behind its head revealing its pits glistening with sweat just like rest of its body. Ready for their routine combat training after “School”, the young slave basic training.

W-2136 take off its bulletproof vest uniform to its naked body underneath, glisten just as its clone, W-2136-N, only bigger and branded with the master’s emblem on its left pec.

The young clone plant a kiss on the master’s mark of ownership. Begin to worship it with it tongue tracing alone the raised tattoos pattern on the skin. It take its time to admire the intricate line while W-2136 sheathed dick twitch with each millimeter that it’s clone tongue traveled.

W-2136-N noticed other slave behind W-2136. It see the code tattooed under the emblem identified these slave as a service slave. The service slave seeing that W-2136-N have finished the ritual and begin talk.

“W-2136 have been decommissioned, the transfer process will begin.”

The old and new clone immediately got on their knees, the young slave mounting its hole embedded with a hollow butt plug on to the older slave sheathed penis, the plug and sheath mechanism lock into each other. Their head bow down and hands behind their back as programmed to do for the transference.

The service slaves bring two helmets one red and one black and place it on to the warrior slave’s and its clone’s head. The black one on W-2136 begin to forcefully stab into the slave’s skull, making its body flex rigid, head roll back, and back arched.

W-2136-N feels its body, resting on W-2136 thighs, lifted higher along with W-2136 dick inside of it. But its awareness is short lived and it feels a cold steel of an electrodes press inside the red helmet against its temple and begin to transfer all of W-2136 data directly into its brain. Both of them twitch in fucking rhythm synced with their brain upload and download pattern on the helmets command.

The service slave, after finished with installing cum collecting device on W-2139-N unoccupied sheathed penis, standing around the two slaves connected with two helmets wired together, in the same standard position that W-2136-N assumed before W-2136 arrival. The processed slaves finally cum, as the helmet command them to signaling the end of the transfer.

The service slave took W-2136-N helmet off, its blink its eyes trying to adjust to the older clone’s memory and skill imposed in its mind. It have the memory of W-2136 ending its day with the other warrior slaves in the squad and come back to its cell to meet with itself, W-2136-N.

The black helmet still stay on W-2136 now drained of all identity, memories and thought. The helmet permanently attached to its head, only a body pilot around by the computer it’s now a drone with out even code to distinguish itself from other to be use for manual labor until its components are broken and useless.

W-2136-N also cease to exist. It’s now officially W-2136, fully replaced its original standing tall in a standard slave stance. Ready to assume its older version’s duty without a hitch. With the same memories, skills and even DNA, with some altered from the last version to enhance its physical and mental capabilities to serve the master.

The older version didn’t make the cut to be the master’s pleasure slave but this younger enhanced clone might. As the service slave begin to tattoo the master’s mark of ownership over its heart. The later set of its real name would be tattooed, this slave might become more than just a W-2136. A WP-2136 is a possibility with the master work on its DNA to mold it more to his image.

The service slaves lead the former W-2136 with the helmet permanently on its head and its name tattooed over with a black bar for it pass on the W-2136 designation to the newer version of its clone, now a faceless, nameless drone to other facilities along with the clone’s cum in the collector to create another generation of it molded even further to the master’s image and servitude. An even better slave to assume its place when the time comes for it to join its older version as a drone.

Guide to my stories.

Series

Master's Collection: Follows the master along as he collects men into his harem and his plans for them.

The Gargareans: Explores the new world order of gay supremacy, where gay men are bless with super human ability to enslave straight men and more. (Omegaverse Inspired)

All Hail The Wizard: Sets in the medieval time, in the kingdom completely under the wizard's paw.

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Stand Alone Stories

Stand Alone Stories: Pretty self explanatory, Stories that complete in one post and have no connection to others (yet).

After combat injuries and some lost limbs, he comes back to his country as a war hero, honorably discharged and getting his limbs replaced with high tech prosthetic that connects directly with his brain to move as if it’s his own.

Not long after he left the hospital, the prosthetic fry his brain and recode it with a new program as he lay shaken with seizures on his kitchen floor. Shortly after he spring back to his feet, standing at attention. The chip in his brain sent his address to the transport team, who’s going to ship him back to the front line as an absolute obedient combat drone. He was such a great soldier, the army decided that there should be no retirement for him.

He has never been more happy, fulfilled with purpose, and muscular since he was just a simple farm hand, the wizard's slaves that he used to to know as his king and his holy band of knight comes to his village and lock the wizard's collar on him, enslave him and the men in his village. The wizard magic collar brainwashed his mind cleaned long ago but it stay permanently proudly on his neck as a sign of the wizard ownership over him.

Every straining of his muscle make his dick twitch, knowing he push his limit with backbreaking labor serving the wizard. All the slaves are naked as per the rule, slave don't wear clothes, clothes are not necessary in serving the wizard.

Due to the hard work that could only be achieve by an intensely brainwashed labor, the work so grueling that any man with free-will simply couldn't do. Accompanied with the wizard's mysterious demonic grain seed. The harvest this round have come up more bountiful than he have ever seen in his life. The harvested black grain radiated with dark magic that him and his brethren slave feed on would only make them grow stronger and stronger for the wizard to use their labor harder and harder. His dick twitch at the thought of that.

A Second Chance

When I got sentenced for a life in prison, I make peace with the idea that this is concrete wall would be the rest of my life long time ago. It’s the price I’m willing to pay, those people deserve it. I know what they did at those conversion camp, I experienced it. 

One lucky night, I escaped, physically not mentally. I scraped by as I slowly made my way further and further from that place, but my mind how suffered too much that the distance couldn’t help. Desperate for a living and something grueling enough to quiet my mind, I joined the army. I’m good enough to cover things to pass a psych test, the training was good enough to keep me busy, I keep taking in more and more rigorous assignments like a junkie.

But the thought of those day in the camp never left me, no matter how many classified tour as I did as a one of the top special forces operator, I’m just better at hiding it now. 

So one day after returning from deployment, I pack things up and head back to where I came from. That conversation camp is still operating so I pick the downtime where it wouldn’t have any kid around to pay them a visit. Next is the church and lastly my parents’ home. And end the day at the police station where I delivered their severed heads on the officer desk. My job is done.

It’s been a while in the cell before the Gargarean army advanced into the town. The prison guards have left us since the battle begins a week ago, thankfully their army are unmatched to humans so we don’t have to wait and starved here for long before they take the prison and process its the entire population. Injecting us with serum that activates the hidden ancient Gargarean genes that they left in every men since the beginning of human race.

Sexual orientation is the indicator for the results. Heterosexuals turn into mutts waiting for an alpha to enslave and take them into their pack; and Homosexuals turn into either alpha or omega. So of course most of the prisoner become a mutt, few become an alpha, like me, and even fewer become an omega.

The soft lips caressing my coarse tatted face brought me back to the present. My dick still buried deep in him, my own precious omega. Still coming down from the orgasm high, I could feel his connection to my mind from the new organ at the tip of my dick directly to my brain, healing me from the inside, just like the day that we first mated. It’s like my little angel blow my darkest trauma that hunted me all my life with just a gentle blow.

It’s mind boggling that a being this pure could cure the darkness that himself has never experienced before in his life. He have a better life than me from the start even before the war and I intended to keep it that way, with my and my pack’s life.

He’s wearing his lucky red sweater to sent me to another deployment with a farewell sex. One of the mutt entered our room and get on his knees bowing, as the custom for a mutt in a present of an alpha or an omega, “We are ready to move at your command, sir.” I nod to him, and turn to give my omega one more kiss for goodbye. “I hope you’ll like the mutt that I left with you.” He replied. “Well, not as good as you, but I’ll make do” another kiss on my cheek as I pull my knot out of his hole, soaked of my cum and his self-produce lubricant, disconnecting our mind.

I put on my uniform and head out with my mutts, every alpha’s patriarch given duty to protect his little angel and liberates millions of pure creatures like him living a life of abuse and oppression, I couldn’t be more proud to be redraft along with my pack of mutts that I personally enslaved and trained as one of the patriarch’s best special force in the glorious Gargarean army. At my command, my pack will fight for the patriarch's holy cause and fiercely guarding my omega who gives me a second chance of life.