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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.

Joy spread throughout the kingdom after the king return triumphantly from the evil wizard den, little did they know the king and his band of elite knights are thoroughly brainwashed and their balls drained empty. Now fiercely loyal slaves to the wizard, whatever title they leave the city with it's now only a facade that their master commands them to keep.

Soon the king introduces the new high priest, who is none other than the evil wizard. The wizard sits proudly on a throne. Like a well-tamed beast, all the enslaved warriors, including the king who disregard his title since his enslavement in the wizard's den, now just another one of the wizard warrior slaves, bow to the wizard, naked and hard, with only their weapon belts and boots. The wizard’s magic slave collar around their neck and a brand of evil over their heart, where they belong.

The Wizard calls the king to the throne that he used to sit on, which now rightfully belongs to his god master, the evil wizard. Obediently, the king comes up to kneel in front of the throne and lowers himself to kiss the wizard's feet faithfully.

“Mount yourself on me.” Taking off his priest's robe, the wizard commands.

The King gets up to the wizard's lap and lowers himself into the wizard's hard cock. Lustfully moaning, the king begins to fuck himself on the wizard's dick for the whole throne hall to see. The wizard grip his hair and brought the king's mouth to his. Their tongue dance in the king’s mouth, the king tongue dance submissively surrendering the dominance to the master.

Later the wizard parted from his slave's mouth and indulge in the slave’s pit, lush with dark hair and rich with the stench from the combat training. The wizard grab the slave king's muscled shoulder and press his sweaty naked muscled body down to release his seed deep inside his slave. But he doesn't allow the slave to release their own, serving him would be the highest pleasure and honor of their life not their own sexual release, he makes sure he brainwash them like that.

The wizard later make all of his best warrior slave wrestling for a chance to taste his seed from the king’s hole. They put on a show with their hard dick and sweaty muscled body, while he lay and watch on the throne lazily with the king passionately licking his dick clean of the mess that he makes on the wizard’s dick. The long dick is still hard but the slave thinks nothing of it, only the pleasure of serving the wizard occupies his mind.

The wizards work fast to ensure that this kingdom is completely under his grip and that its resources and power obey his evil deeds. Soon the entire army is at the wizard's beck and call, next, all the men in the kingdom fall too. Every man in the kingdom now sports a magic slave collar around their neck. With women and children relocated to the newly build walled-off part of town, Only men are allowed inside the city wall. Every new full-grown man is commanded to go into the city for a rite of passage ritual, they will receive their own collar and also a new loyalty and devotion; just like their father, brother, and friend before them. Ready to work away their life for their god master whether it’s in military, mine, or a farm.

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.

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.