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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.

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.

“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.

The plugs in their asses buzz, signal the beginning of another blissful and glorious day of serving the master. Both slaves dislodged from each other musky embraces in their shared single barrack. The tube, finishing it job of collecting the slaves’ cum during their wet dream of the master brainwashing all night, immediately detached from their sheathed penis. The sheath and the chemical in the slave feed always keep them erected and ready.

The whole slave stable got the same signal and leave the barrack with nothing on their dick pointing to the sky showing their sheath gripping along their length proudly just as the master’s mark over their heart. They head to the gym yard in unison for their mandatory morning workout.

After two hour of grueling work out, the slave move their glistening body to their equally grueling job. SP-0019 and SP-0047 join a group of slave heading the master mansion, all of them good looking slave that also carries the pleasure slave rank as well as their other assigned job. Any slave serves in the master mansion have to be personally selected by the master to also serve as a sex slave for him.

At the slave entrance at the mansion, the X-Class guard slave, which is the only class of slave allowed to have the barracks in the mansion’s basement, stand by to inspect and hose down all of the slave entering the mansion. While the master appreciates a masculine musk, he doesn’t want his mansion to be overwhelmed by that. The guard give the slave a kiss on their tattooed chest, appreciating their hard work and devotion to the master, and let the slave inside.

SP-0019 and SP-0047 head straight to the kitchen where they prepared the master’s breakfast for him. They put on their uniform for the kitchen. Not many other slave in the estate have to wear anything other than their plug, sheath, and black boots. The warriors and guard wear bulletproof vest; hi vis and fire proof vest for dangerous job; and the slave outside of the estate wear normal clothes.

They used to be a raising star chef, have their own Michelin restaurant. But that don’t matter as the uniform slide across their raised tattooed flesh of their owner’s emblem. They shutter as pleasure sparks and run through their spine to their sheathed dick, another reminder of his ownership over them. This is the proudest and most honorable moment of their life to serve the master.

They begin working on the finest ingredients, grown by service slaves on the land around or brought by money of the master’s labor slave, with their also finest skill for a meal worthy of the god that they all belong to.

After the breakfast is finished, they brought the perfect plates of savory and sweet dishes to the master’s bedroom. The guard to the door let them in to the glorious sight of the master sleeping with two of his chosen pleasure slaves for the night on his sides. The slaves on the bed are fully awake waiting for the master’s first command of the day.

19 and 47 set the plates down and begins another duty of them. Both slave get under the sheet and begin the journey of kisses from each of the master’s feet to his divine manhood. Their lips meet each other at the master’s rod, with the rod in between them and on the center of their mind, they begin the passionate make out. Their tongues work in harmony on the master free and unsheathed shaft. Their tongues touch and depart and repeat, the same goal dominates two slave obedient mind, pleasing the master. As they lost in the dedication to the act, hands reach to their head and play with their hair, they immediately know whose hands it belongs to. Just like them, these heavenly hand are belong to their rightful master.

As a well trained pleasure slave, they can feel his divine nectar close. They took turn fighting for his seed and continued pleasuring him. Today luck favors 19, it lick the master’s slit clean. The flavor of his nectar spreading all over it tongue, no food that it tried or made have come close to this. “Good morning, sir” as 47 finished welcoming the master to his new day, 19 close its mouth on 47 to share the divine seed with it. 47’s tongue immediately shoot out to 19’s mouth and throat, scraping the best thing that every slave could have ever tasted.

After all of the master’s meals are completed for the day, the slaves headed back to their stable for another 2 hours mandatory workout. Then they gather at the line of feeding tray where a white goo rushes out from a machine that mix all the slave needed nutrition and protein for their muscle; chemicals for their obedience, strength, and endurance; cum from all of them for the fraternity. They get to the ground on all four and wolf down with their mouth from the feed. 19 and 47 on the line with its brethren enjoy their meal. Knowing that the compound make them big, strong, and better slave, the feed is their second favorite and the only food they now know. The delicious food they made are not for them and if they made it perfect enough they might get to taste their top favorite from time to time.

The Gargareans.

The actual video that inspired this story are too 🌶️ to be here, it’s this one.

The young alpha is mating with his omega for the first time.

It begin as a duty of every new alpha to gain his ability to enslave a mutt into his pack, arranged by the patriarch through a through genetic analysis of both of them for an optimal enhancement to the alpha’s ability that he will gain after mated; the mind control over the mutts to build his own pack; and an enhanced strength, agility, and senses.

But as he keep fucking his assigned omega, the sex become more and more intimate, sure the omega is cute and sexy, he hard as a rock since he saw the man that he have to mate, as the alpha buried himself deep into the omega, the omega special inner organ made a connection to the alpha nerve and directly to his brain and rewire his alpha mind, and his own, into devoted lovers. Intimacy begin to infuse in his rutting in additional to lust which is also growing more intense as the omega rewiring him.

They are gay, of cause, if they aren’t they would be just a mutt, waiting for the honor of having alpha enslaves them into his pack, but being biologically bond together for the rest of their life, they would not find any attraction from any other men anymore.

With every thought of attraction are now hard wired to this petite little omega and the new ability gained from mating, he will build a strong pack of enslaved mutts surrounding his beloved omega. Another proud pack for the patriarch’s army to spread their supremacy over the mutts’ (or what they call themselves straight “men”) uncivilized society and liberate our fellow brethren Gargareans (or what the mutts call us gay men) from the mutts’ societal oppression and their own biological suppression into an apex being as alphas and omegas.

The alpha is getting serviced by his mutt. He miss his omega terribly and these mutts aren’t even close to a warm and tight hug of his omega’s pussy wall. These mutts on the frontline with him are barely enough for him to get by during his rut, but his country calls, fighting for the freedom and safety of his omega while knowing he’s safe and sound at home protected by one of his pack’s top mutts that he personally assigned as the omega’s bodyguards and sextoy, this is the sacrifice that men like him are willing to pay at any price.

For the mutt, without the specialized organs to accommodate the alpha’s manhood, and The alpha instincts to be intimate and gentle only reserved and hardwire for only their omega, their experience would be extremely painful

But without any ability to from any disobedient thought, they are taking it dutifully and proudly, no matter how much of their inside are torn to shreds. The alpha’s released essences would enter their blood stream through these tear and slowly heal and enhance them, ready for any tomorrow’s mission to break them down again.

As the alpha brutally fuck his sextoy, he imagined his proud manhood buried and embraced deep in the omega soft yet tight and heavenly warm pussy wall. His petite features looking up at him. His muscular body engineered to protect intertwined with his omega’s petite built sculpted in the patriarch’s perfect image. He released his seed, which should have been in his omega’s stomach, into his mutt’s worthless hole.

”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.

New allegiant

After a failed desperate mission to save his country from the invading Gargarean forces, the soldier soon find out how they deal with the prisoner of war.

He's assign to be claimed by an alpha of the pack that defeat his group, for his information on his resistance army. The soldier, of cause, is not going to give a way any of that, not even for his life.

But the Gargareans have unique ways of convincing him to cooperate with them, the alpha order his mutts to strip him naked and restrain him in his cell. He feels something invading his rectum with out mercy.

No matter how hard he squeeze it shut, it's unmatched to the alpha's hard penis. Non of them care about his blood bloodcurdling scream, all of the mutts have gone through this, and if it's not his omega, the alpha couldn't careless to be gentle. This one is not for intimacy that he only reserved for his omega, this is about domination.

As soon as the alpha have reach inside the soldier with all of his length, the specialized nerve connection at the end of the alpha frenulum, hooks into the soldier prostate begin to establish a direct pathway into his brain.

Foreign though and ideas begin to invade the soldier brain while some of his own striped away, his eyes rolls back into the socket from overstimulation. As the alpha begin to fuck him, the connection steadily maintain no matter how furious the pace is, the soldier, straight for all of his life, begin to feel pleasure inciting his dick to rise and become rock hard.

The alpha picking up more savage pace and release his cum deep in the soldier's along with the neuron shock into the soldier's brain. The solider arc his back into the alpha embracing him into him deeper and release his cum over his naked and sweaty muscular body by the overstimulation shock from the alpha nerve connection, completely rewire his mind, loyalty, and devotion.

No longer a patriotic man of his nation, now one of the alpha's loyal and proud mutt. The alpha leave him after finish his job to attend to his other duty, the rest of the mutts, no, his pack brother, welcome him by took turn taking a lick of his cum and sweat covered body. Familiarized themselves with the new runt's smell. The runt also taking a whiff of their scent with his new enhanced nose too.

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It have been a year after that faithful day. The resistance is completely annihilated. After the pack are back home from deployment, he first saw his omega, he immediately fall to his knees by the sight of the most beautiful man, or any human, that he have ever saw, It's the alpha's thought that he pass on to his mutts after assimilating them. But he couldn't care less, he will guard this man with his life, just like the rest of his pack, including his alpha would.

The omega have taking a like to him, and request him to grow his hair out. After testing that it wouldn't interfere with combat and received his alpha approval. He obeys the omega's wish to decorate his living sex toy to his liking. He's a gift from the alpha to his beloved husband for going on deployment for so long.

He find out that the enormous yet still define and agile body that the mutts posses, are a blessing from ingesting the omega's cum. After the omega have bless him for quite a while with his divine nectar, his size are now comparable to the rest of the mutts in his pack. Capable of any combat mission side by side with his packmates and the alpha leading them, or fiercely guarding his omega, but he's still nicknamed runt by his pack, at least until the alpha take in another stray like him in.

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).

An alpha and omega blend their smell together after mated. The scent of a mated pair are different than a single alpha or omega, signal to other people that they belong together.

Mutts will take on their blended smell after the alpha claimed them, signifying which Gargarean couple own it.

The mutt getting to know the new mutt enslaved by their alpha by familiarize themselves with their new pack mate scent and rubbing the pack's scent into the new mutt.

As you can see, this mutt is not only licking the new mutt smell. He also rubbing the smell of his alpha and omega, the smell of his pack, onto the runt marking him as one of theirs, at their alpha and omega's command.

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.

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.

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.