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Purchased by the master's increasing wealth, the master's new large and luxurious estate in the middle of the forest requires an effort to maintain and guard. The master would need more service and guard slaves. Luckily, there is plenty for the master to choose as pleased.

After knocking on the door of a farmhouse, the master's latest prey opens the door. And without warning, the master reaches into farm hand mind “Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master." The farmhand reply with a blank expression. "I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to you. My loyalty and obedience to you rule my body and mind. Serving you is the only purpose and pleasure of my life. You are my master." "Now get in the car, slave. I am taking you home." "Yes, Master."

After he arrives at the master's estate, the master orders him into the barn, orders him to strip naked, and standing on parade rest. WP-0001 fetching a tattoo machine for the corner and approach the farmhand. The master speaks. "Now, as WP-0001 brand you as my livestock. You will keep repeating your mantra and let it burn into your mind, deeper and deeper every time you repeat it. When the branding finishes, WP-0001 will punch the freshly done branding on your chest. You will cum and empty your free will and individuality. The master gives WP-0001 a mental command to start. The farmhand stands expressionless on parade rest throughout his branding process. With the mantra occupies every available space in his mind, he does not register anything else going on outside. Then his brother slave WP-0001 punches his chest, and the most intense orgasm hits him. Still standing emotionless and naked on a parade rest, his cum shoots farther across the barn and higher than him, over and over again for at least a few minutes. The master's emblem and his slave number, SP-0001, branded proudly over his heart.

As a service slave, His duty is taking care of the master's property; the estate, the equipment, the plants, the animals, and the other slaves; and serving the master as a house servant. It is hard work, but he would not have it another way. It is what the master commands. It is the highest honor of his life to serving his master. The master said that the master would bring in more helping hands. Plus, he was also a pleasure slave. The master would sometimes bless him with a requirement of his sexual service, wherever or whenever the master wants, whether it is the barn, the yard, or inside the estate.

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The cowboy is called into the luxurious estate. They said that they are interested in hiring him. He has no idea what the job is about, but the pay that they propose is ridiculously high, so he thinks he would give it a chance to see what is it about.

He meets a person presumed to be the owner, they shake hands, and the person leads him to the barn. At the end of the barn, he found a bare section, only furnished with a tool hanger, a small table, and strangely, on top of the table, a tattoo gun. A shirtless muscular man with a chest tattoo stands nearby the table. The owner said. "This is SP-0001." Confused, the cowboy asks. "I don't understand. SP-what? What is that?" "That is his name, the real one. Now, SP-0001 is the head of a service slave. When you are enslaved you will be reporting to me primary and him when doing a service slave's work." The cowboy is weirded out by the situation in front of him. He tries to run but found that he can not move his body. Without moving his lips, the owner speaks into his mind. "Now, look into my eyes. Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master."

The cowboy's face turns from fear and panic to emotionless. He assumes his position in the middle of the barn section, standing at parade rest. The master nod to SP-0001. SP-0001, now naked and hard knowing that another man has learned about the bliss of the master's enslavement, grabs the tattoo gun and approaches the cowboy. The master whispering to the cowboy's ear, the master's lips caressing his ear, makes him the hardest he has ever been in his life. "Now repeat the mantra until SP-0001 gives the signal that he finish branding you. With each time you repeat it, it will burn into your mind, deeper and deeper; and replace anything else in your mind." Losing in the mantra, then without warning, his slave brother SP-0001 punch him in the branding that he finished. The biggest orgasm of his life hits him. While still standing at parade rest, he shoots his cum farthest and highest than he ever cum in his life. He keeps shooting, over and over, until there is nothing left of him but his master's will. The master's emblem and his slave number SP-0002 branded over his heart physically and mentally.

SP-0002 new life blissfully continues. He is now one of the master's services slaves he helps SP-0001 maintaining the master's property. They are only wearing a jockstrap that is also a tool belt, except for safety clothes that he needs to wear sometimes while performing dangerous work. He is also a pleasure slave, every slave that lives in the master's estate has to be. He is always ready for his sacred duty of sexually servicing the master when summoned. In his free time from his service slave's work or keeping his body in top performance for his master, he will have sex with his brother slaves, most often with SP-0001 but sometimes with the other slaves, and sometimes the master even joins or watch them. When they have sex they are aroused and turned on by the beauty of brethren slave that is conquered, molded, and perfected by the master; the bliss of their service to the master; and the mantra until they come together as one, united in their surrender to the master.

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“Dad, listen to this!” Jake puts his call on speaker and hold his phone closer to his dad.

“What is it?” Hector reply grumpily at his son interruption of his evening TV time.

“Take a kneel and listen carefully, boys. Hector, stay still as you only focus on my voice. LP3, strip and help your father too.” They immediately follow the voice from the other end.

“Yes, Master.” Jake strip down, owner’s mark and his real name branded proudly over his heart. His dick stand rigid and leaking a steady stream of precum, eager to obey his master. It twitches every time he hears his master voice.

LP-0003 swiftly get rid of his father’s clothes. His father is built like a brick from his work as a contractor. The master is smiling at his successful experiments, turns out that his voice still have the same hypnotizing effect over the phone or recorded.

SP-0001 and SP-0002 appear from Jake’s room. They are here to help LP-0003 handle Hector in case the experiment have gone another way and Hector needed to be enslaved in the old way. SP-0001 hands LP-0003 the tattoo gun. They grab Hector by his hairy armpits and lay him down on the kitchen island.

“LP3, Proceed. And Hector while your son mark you, Repeat this for me. ‘You Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master.’” As the master finish, LP-0003 jump on top of his father, brute force his dick all the way into his father’s prostate, and lean down onto his chest with the tattoo gun in his hand. Every slave have their master’s insignia burned deep permanently into his mind and SP-0001 have taught him to master it even while in the motion of fucking.

Hector stay mindlessly still and chant his mantra robotically through his son rearranging his gut and tattoo his chest. The only indication is his now hard dick that twitch from time to time.

As LP-0003 finished his job, he hands SP-0001 back the tattoo gun and punch his handiwork on his father’s chest. Hector empty his free will all over his and his son’s abs while his son, the creation of the same seed he spilled, now his brethren slave, shoot the enslaved juice into him, rebirthing him as SP-0003 one of master’s service and pleasure slave.

Later, SP-0003, quietly sign his construction company over to his master. He is still the figure head of the company but his crew will soon find out who is their real boss. And will soon serve master molding this town to his liking.

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The squad is on the rescue mission after one of their teammate disappeared in a small town in the middle of nowhere. All of them used to be in an elite special ops team together in the sandbox. This isn’t an official mission but once a part of the team always a part of the team. After their teammate call one of them that he is in danger and need a team of people he can trust. They immediately got the squad back together on a secret mission of their own.

Little did they know at the other end of the line, WP-0004 is naked on his knees in front of the master who orchestrated the whole thing. He place his feet on WP-0004 slave tattoo on the chest and feeling around the slave’s muscles. WP-0004 sheathed dick is leaking the whole time while he lured his teammates into enslavement. He knew they are the best in the military and his master only deserve the best men to be serving under him.

Soon after the squad arrived in the abandoned farm, they are blasted by master’s hypnotic voice through the mega phone in every direction. ”SLEEP.” was the last word booming through the speakers.

They all pass out, not even have the chance to step out of the truck. The slaves carry them into the barn where they are strap to a cross, headphones fit into their ears, milking machine and vibrator applied to their dick and ass for 12 hours until sunrise.

In the morning, everyone of them is repeating the mantra in unison with the intensity of the marching chant. Their eyes wide open, ready to serve their rightful master. The pump still pumping on their empty balls while the tank is almost full of their freewill. The service slaves march in and tattoo all them at the same time. As the branding is complete, the service slave punch new warrior slaves’ chests in unison. They all arch their body against the restraint and eject the new round of their seed together. This time a seed of obedience.

The service slave untied them after they are done. They fall from the cross into kneeling position, heads bow, ready to serve their master.

“All of you must be tried, WP4, why don’t you show them their new barrack? You haven’t seen each other for a while, I will let you catchup today.”

WP-0004 standing guard beside the master. Despite his face devoid of emotion or recollection of his brothers in arm, his sheath is twitching wildly and leaking continuously. He couldn’t be more happy that master have allow him to enlighten his team to the bliss of obedience and serving master just like the master does to him.

WP-0004 radio an other warrior slave to take his guarding duty before leading his brothers in arm and enslavement to the team barrack.

Once a part of the team always a part of the team.

“Report, Sergeant.“

“My men have listen to your file sir. They are now under your ownership. They are introducing the rest of the base to the file. The base will be yours by the end of this month, sir.“ The sergeant replied on knees, naked in front of his master. His hands behind his back. His chests and dick puffed proudly.

“Very good, now for your reward.” The master pull down his pants and reveal his glorious dick. The sergeant immediately know what to do and wolf down on his master’s dick. He have practice and perfect his skill with his men so many time after he enslaved them to the master. 

More soldiers will be sent to his base for a training. They will finish the training as improved soldier with a new devotion and loyalty.  With the determination of a marine combine with devotion of a brainwashed slave, just like him, they won’t failed the master.

The master fucking his face harder and harder. Soon, he will have his own army right under the nose of uncle Sam. They will live and fight among others non-enslaved but they know where their devotion lies and who they are belong to. 

With that thought he buried his shaft deep into the sergeant throat and flood him with cum.

“When the business are done, you are going to be one of my personal guard slaves.“ The master pull out and wipe his dick, covered in slave’s saliva and his cum, on the sergeant’s beard.

“Thank you, sir. Praise the master.“ The slave staring up dreamily at his master while his master wipe his dick on his beard and spout another shot of cum on to his face. He inhale the heavenly smell of his master, letting it soak deep into his facial hair.

The master beckon SP-0001 in with his finger. “Mark him as one of my personal guard.” And He whisper some more command to SP1.

“Yes, sir.“ SP1 bow and pull out his handheld tattoo machine out of his utility belt.

SP1 grab the sergeant by the dick and lead him to the steel gurney. SP1 hover his dick over the sergeant face and begin to work. The sergeant open his mouth and take SP1′s dick in, sucking it slowly.

The master go to the other side and begin to fuck the sergeant while he was tattooed.

Soon, WP-0006 cums hands-free from SP1′s punch to his freshly tattooed chest. His master soon follow, baptized him into his enslavement with a load coating his inside. he couldn’t wait to be back at the base to continue his master’s mission and show his men his new rank.

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The master has hijacked the entire town's communication signal with his hypnotic mantra. After being blasted with the broadcast through his TV, The now brainwashed David opens his grandson's room without knocking. He found Matt, his grandson, masturbating furiously while his eyes locked to the phone's screen and mumbled the mantra. His brain is completely fried just like his grandpa and David couldn't be prouder that his grandson has become a good obedient slave just like his gramp.

David gently lay on top of Matt and gently push his hard dick into Matt's virgin hole, rewarding his grandson for being a good slave to the master. Matt, still lost in the sound from his phone, let go of his dick and let his grandpa take control while his free will evaporates. A while after that, David baptized Matt's hole with his cum. Matt soon follows his grandpa, spraying his seed all over himself. David moves down to clean Matt's body with his tongue. After licking Matt clean he pulls Matt into a kiss, feeding Matt won cum back to him. His dick is still lodged inside his grandson.

"All hail the master." "All hail the master," Matt replied with a peck on David's lips.

"What the fuck!" David Jr. opens the bedroom door to find the horrifying image between his father and his son. Jr. is a combat veteran and has some hearing difficulty due to his time in deployment, making him immune to loudspeakers around the town and the TV in the living room that David has left open.

David and Matt immediately jump to hold down Jr. down. They tied him to Matt's bed while waiting for the other master's slave to come and process them. They will be properly branded as the master's property by being tattooed their real name which is the slave number, and the master's holy insignia permanently on them.

After the town has succumbed to the master's grip. The slave tasked with enslaving the town, have stripped off their shirt exposing their master's brad over their heart proudly, and begin to knock from door to door to begin processing the freshly enslaved men.

Their doorbell rings. David and Matt open the door naked and greet the police officer with a kiss on the master's insignia on the officer's muscled chest.

"All hail the master." The officer places a hand on his branded heart. "All hail the master." David and Matt repeat in unison their hand also on their soon-to-be-branded heart.

"Is everything as the master command?" The officer asked. "Almost, sir. My father has some hearing trouble, but we are dealing with him right now." Matt replied, his chest puffed, proud of his procedure for his dad.

"Show me, unnamed slave." The officer follows them to Matt's bedroom. David Jr. is bound to the bed with a headphone placed over his ear. His arms and legs are tied and his eyes are blindfolded. His back arched high in the air and his dick pointed up even higher, leaking pre cum down his tattooed muscular torso. His body glistens with sweat. His breath is erratic and mumbling something under his gagged mouth. The officer leans in to hear Jr.'s mumble. Then he turns to Matt.

"Hop on, slave." The officer slaps his hand on the bed. Matt wasted no time and obey. The officer then grabs Matt's dick and leads him to right at the rim of his father's hole, ready to pounce.

Then the officer takes off Jr.'s headphones, blindfolds, and sock in his mouth.

He leans into Jr.'s ears "What are you?"

"I am a slave, sir," Jr. replied in a hoarse voice. The officer gives Jr.'s dick a stroke every time he answers correctly.

"Who owns you?"

"The master, sir."

"What does he own."

"My body, mind, and soul, sir."

"Repeat the mantra until you are cleaned of any sinful free will" The officer nod to Matt. Matt goes all the way into his father and begins to punch his father's prostate at a furious pace.

"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. You are my master" Jr. keeps reciting the mantra as if he isn't being brutally fuck by his son.

Soon, Jr. purges his free will all over his abs. Matt then follows, baptizing his father's insides just as his grandfather have baptize him before. As Jr. comes out of his orgasm high, his face turns blank just as a good slave should be. He turned to the officer and kiss his tattooed chest, paying respect to their god and master.

"Your bloodline has a very good quality, maybe you could be breeder slaves." The officer takes a look at the grandfather, father, and son all line up in parade rest. "Thank you, sir." The three replied in unison.

And as the slave officer has said they are all marked as the master's pleasure slaves and their job besides being the master's personal sex slave is to breed a new lot of slaves for the master's army. Their cock is locked in a sheath and only unlocked for sexual service for the master and breeding session with a woman brainwashed to carry their specimen.

David has become SP-0004, a service slave, head of the master's estate's housekeeping. David Jr. becomes WP-0007, a drill instructor to a new warrior slave. Matt, now W-0221 has followed its father's footsteps and joined the army at WP-0006's base.

It’s another delightful hard working day for him. His boss, Hector, now SP-0003, have introduce him to the master and he couldn’t thank SP3 enough. Now his life are comprise of only total devotion to his master through hard work for his master, eating an enhancing slave’s feed, and worshiping the master through sex with his brethren slaves and regular brainwash to keep his mind clean of sinful thought of freewill and female attraction.

Service slave have a shorter mandatory gym session because they can substitute with their hard labor duty. He is proud that they can squeeze a 70 hour of work into a week. 10 hours a day and 7 days a week. The only con is that they have to wear a high viz vest, tool belt, and workpants over their naked body. It’s less then before they were enslaved but they couldn’t help to feel jealous of other slaves with a more revealing uniform. They only have their penis sheath underneath the workpants and partially bare chests and arms showing a glimpse of the master’s branding on his slave’s heart and their well trained muscles honed by the hard work that the master have put them through to be use further by the master as he please. 

It another day in the summer sun but the service slaves show no sign of exhaustion or slowing down the pace of their work. The only exception is their glistening sweaty body and their body odor, since deodorant was deem unnecessary for a slave that don’t have a duty to be in contact with the unenslaved. His work of building the new apartment for his brethren slaves in the town center pass by like a breeze. Knowing he was serving the master’s will. he was smiling and hard the entire shift. Thanks to the brainwashing dedication and the slave’s feed.

Suddenly he feels the hands behind him feeling up and down his hard sweating muscle. It isn’t time for an evening milking and brainwashing break yet, is it?

“How could something as handsome as you escape my eyes, huh?“ The voice pressing into his back and whisper into his ears. He immediately remember it from every one of his brainwash session. It’s his master, his god.

He suddenly relax and let his master explore his body, the master’s rightful property. Soon the master undone his work pants and pull his plug out. The master rest his head at his ring for a second before ramming his glorious dick all the way in one thrust. The slave could only let out a heavenly moan while the master use him as a living flesh light. Every slave’s hole have been trained for this exact moment. The master flip the slave over and lay the slave’s back on the roof while he ram right into the slave’s spot again and again. The master take the slave mouth in and invade it with tongue. The slave’s tongue follow submissively. The master leaves the slave’s mouth to its ripe armpits inhaling it deeply and stealing a taste from it. The master’s ram the slave harder and faster. After the master’s tongue and nose have travel trough almost every part accessible to him, the master end his journey on the tattoo of his insignia on the slave muscled chest. Tracing his tongue around, the slave buckled wildly and fuck itself even harder on the divine’s rod. Soon the master bless the slave’s inside with his nectar. 

The slave is beyond orgasmic even haven’t cum yet. They only exist to serve him. Their emotion and need doesn’t matter. The thought of them pleasing the master is beyond any pleasure that their pesky slave mind could muster up.

“Hey, Get this one mark as one of your type, what will its number be?“ The master whistle to SP-0003.

“Yes, Sir. 5, Sir.“ SP3 bow its head to the master and pull out its tattoo guns from its tool belt, a mandatory equipment for a SP class slave, the master’s personal service slave, taking care of his estate and his other personal slaves.

The master nod for the slave to join SP-0003 down on the ground.

“Thank you, sir.” Soon to be SP-0005 kiss his master’s dick after finish cleaning it before practically jumping down to SP-0003 to be rebranded his name from a S-0015 to a SP-0005 tattooed proudly on his chest under the master’s emblem on his heart.

”What the fuck are you doing?” Jasper ask the mysterious medic whose organization logo on the medic’s shoulder patch and the ambulance he couldn’t recognize.

Living as a homeless as long as he can remember, it’s his instinct not trust people at first sight.

“We are here to help you. You will be better soon.” The medic replied emotionlessly while working with the IV.

“I don’t need your fucking hel-“ Before Jasper finish his sentence, he turn limp as soon as whatever drug have entered him. He look paralyze, only his eyes is the only indication that his mind still running wild. He could only laying there in the ambulance’s gurney. During the rest of the night, the medic load two more homeless men into a gurney next to him and immobilized them just like Jasper.

The medic close the car’s door and strip naked showing his tattoo of the same logo as his uniform shoulder patch that he just stripped off with some kind of code under it. His dick have some kind of black tube lock from under the dick head to almost the end of the shaft. And the most shocking to Jasper, the medic seems to have a black butt plug up his ass. He then put a blue utility belt back on. The belt make a clicked noise showing that it has been designed to be attached to the tube and plug.

The medic move to Jasper and grab a medical scissors out of his belt and cut his ragged clothes off. After Jasper is stark naked, the medic clean his dick with a soap and an alcohol. Taking his time carefully inspecting the cleanliness, the medic then take Jasper’s manhood into his mouth stimulating it into a full erection.

The same tube that’s on the medic’s dick are now locked on Jasper’s. The medic then bring out the machine with an extended flexible tubes one is hollow one have an end that look like a dildo. The hollow one lock into the tube around Jasper’s dick with the click as the belt on the medic’s. It begin to sucking on his dick like a flesh light. As Jasper begin to lost himself in pleasure, the medic ram the dildo one right up his ass. If he wasn’t paralyzed he would let out a howling scream.

Before the pain can be fully comprehend, The medic the put a VR head set on Jasper. The voice and fast throbbing text on the screen immediately plunged him into a deep and intense brainwashing loop. His breathing become robot-like stable, indicating the medic to move on to another patient. Soon the three homeless are lost deep into a brainwash session for the rest of the journey back to the master’s town. The medic move to the front of the car with the driver, already naked and hard. It kiss its brethren service slave on the chest, where the master have marked them as his, and give its cock a customary stroke. Its partner return the greetings before it hop over to the passenger seat and turn the car radio on. The audio is in sync with what’s playing in the soon-to-be slaves headset. They let their mind shift into a autopilot, absorbing the master’s commands eagerly, and begin their drive back to their master with a new recruit, just like the master have planned them to.

6 month later.

After Jasper step out of the ambulance with a completely empty and obedient mind into the town of his master. It and its other brethren slaves in training have been put through an intense slave’s feed diet and exercise regimen to meet the master’s standard of his slaves as well as even more intense brainwashing. Everyone of them going above and beyond for their master. They couldn’t wait to be marked and assigned a duty so they can be of use to the master. 6 month later all of them are turned from a malnutrition and disease ridden animal into a well tamed and obedient powerful beast. Ready to heed any of their master command without any hesitation and without fail.

The master’s plan to have the homeless charity as a front of his recruitment work perfectly. No one suspects a thing as long as they have somewhere to sweep their “problems” under the rug. The soon approaching recession is going to be…, let’s say it’s raining men for him.

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.

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.

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.

The new gym franchise "Gym Master" has popped up everywhere around the country. They are growing rapidly, replacing many gyms that are closed due to the pandemic with the new management and brand under the shell of the former gym.

"Dude you're going to love this! Their equipment and trainer are the best! Look at me!" Etan flexes his muscle, showing Jess his impressive gain.

"Damn, Ethan you really bulk up since we hit the gym together." Jess admires his friend.

"The best part is Jim still working there. He is an even better trainer than before the corporate that take over his gym sent him for an advanced trainer course"

"Wait, does he still work there? How does he feel about his gym being taken over? It must be hard, he always boasts about how he built that place with his hands and now he is just one of the employees?"

"Well, He seems happy enough as far as I have seen him around the place." Etan shrug. "Common dude! If you don't like it you can go somewhere else, but this is an invitation-only gym, give it a try. I will let you use my invitation!"

"Okay, okay, dude! Why not?" Jess gives in. Jim is the best trainer they have ever had yet. If he is still there, happy, and somehow becomes an even better trainer, Why the hell not?

When both of them reach the gym Etan leads Jess through the door. Sure enough, He sees Jim and several similar faces inside, but instead of Becky the old receptionist, the front desk is now staffed with equally muscled men as the trainers. Come to think of it, Etan noticed that the gym is filled with only men.

"Hey, Will. I brought my friend Jess here to try out this place." Etan greets the receptionist. While Jess is busy with the membership application, he doesn't notice Etan swipe his card to the gym floor without waiting for him or that Etan's expression turns blank as soon as he crosses the gate.

"Etan? Hey! Wait for me!" Jess's shout falls on deaf ears as Etan's programming kick in. Etan takes his place at one of the machines and sweats away robotically.

"Don't worry, sir. You would need to watch some of our promotional videos first. Let's give Etan a head start." Will leads Jess to the small room behind the reception desk and sits him down on a single chair in front of the TV. As Jess gets comfortable in a chair, the TV lights up and begins bombarding him with the master's brainwashing voice, enslaving him immediately.

"You accept this as your absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belong to the master. Your loyalty and obedience to him rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master"

"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. You are my master" Jess replied in a monotone. His clothes have been stripped off and put a milking machine tube on his dick unnoticed by Will. 

"You are master's slave. This is the real you as the master has intended. Your real name is 1S-0273. You are the master's sleeper slave. As a sleeper slave, you will assume your former personality outside of the master's establishment.

Your activation word is "INDIGO MID NIGHT 1S-0273"

You will not retain any memory of your real self when assuming your former personality.

No one in your public life must know that you are a slave.

You will keep your body at peak condition to be activated for use at any time in every personality activated.

You will avoid any type of attachment with the non-slave in every personality activated.

You will recommend specimens that fit the physical and other requirements that will be uploaded into your brain after this programming for enslavement in every personality activated.

Future financial handling and other life plans for sleeper slaves will also be uploaded into your brain after this programming.

You will visit this establishment daily for body and skill maintenance and improvement, mental conditioning, and further instruction."

"PROGRAMMING COMPLETE SIR, UNIT 1S-0273 IS NOW OPERATIONAL, SIR!" After a quick seizure from having a petabyte of new data uploaded into his brain, Jess finally releases his seed to the DNA collecting machine to be further reviewed by other slaves specialized in slave eugenics.

Jess walks out of the room naked to join the rest of the slaves, some permanent, some sleepers like him, in a programmed exercise to maintain the readiness and improve the performance of the master's property for his usage. He said nothing while passing Etan or Jim.

He noticed that Jim have a master's insignia tattooed on his chest, over his heart, where it should be, along with his real name SP-0035. He couldn't help but feel a little jealousy even in an emotionally suppressed slave's mind. Not only Jim is a permanent service slave that takes care of this place, but he is also given the highest honor of having served the master sexually before. He could only hope that the master would brainwash him to train hard enough to be noticed and have that honor himself.

After that, Jess and Etan head to the gym twice a day. They only know that they are enthusiastic about their impressive muscle gain from the new gym, but as soon as they set their foot beyond the gate, their minds shut down and their true emotionless slave self is ready to train their body, master's property, hard. Only to let the gym with only memory that it was a great workout. Their body and mind are ready to be activated for the master's command at any time.

After intense brainwashing and slave training for a year, The young crown prince, or his real name LP-0008 as given by its master, is now ready to return to its homeland as the master's first royal to be enslaved to him.

Given the prince's country's absolute monarchy and strict law, the master saw great potential in the region as the refuge for him and his legion of slaves. That's if he can put it under his leash which would be an easier task than in a more democratic country.

Getting the prince wasn't as hard as the master have thought at first. Just a spam message containing his hypnotic recording to one of his bodyguards, not long after, the entire security team and the prince found enlightenment as a slave to their one true god and shot their seed as an offering.

He has the prince arrange his "Vacation" trip to the states. Despite being the crown prince, he travels around the world for a long period regularly, so no one raises any suspicion. As soon as his private jet land in the states, the service slaves in a white truck are waiting for them in the hangar. They leave their jet naked in a line. No prince, no bodyguard, no servant, only master's slave. The service slave strapped them down to the milking machine and the headset. They are edged, milked, and brainwashed over and over, nonstop for the entire 25 hours of driving from a coastal elite's city to a master's town in nowhere in the middle of the continent. As soon as they arrived, they are ready to be trained and become a part of the master's stable.

The prince only builds his muscle to inflate his ego, other skills than that aren't important because nepotism garuntee his chance for everything. But LP-0008 is trained in martial arts and all types of weapon incase being secretive doesn't work out, get ugly, and need to get physical, the master needs every slave to be able to handle that itself, warrior slave or not, so LP-0008 muscle isn't just for show anymore, but its bodyguard is. They keep up their duty of protecting the prince in public but they are trained to be a warrior slave unlike the prince, who is in a position of power, a trained labor slave. They would help LP-0008 on its mission, carry out a command that doesn't need the prince's presence, and any other warrior slave's duty.

Every LP-0008's milking and brainwashing session is combined with petabytes of diplomatic, political science and history forced up and burned into his brain. Preparing it to be a wise and ruthless leader of the country, securing its place as the future king, and a well-trained puppet of the master, bringing the country under the master's dominion.

LP-0008 are also trained in homosexual sexual pleasure. The master has deemed it worthy enough to be one of his pleasure slaves. That means training with other pleasure slaves and the master himself. The former homophobic prince is now an expert dick sucker, capable of making the straightest man cum with its tongue on the prostate, and able to take any dicks the master command.

It hasn't received its proper branding of the master's insignia and its real name over its heart yet. It has a mission to accomplish first. A tattoo would cause suspicion in the prince's deeply religious circle. The slave's dick sheath and the butt plug pose no problem hiding under the country's traditional garment. But as soon as the royal family and high-ranking officials and generals fall into the master's enslavement, there will be some changes mandated by the new king for sure, regarding tattoos and more.

Matt live for his tattoo artist job. He drop off from art school to pursue his dream as soon as it was available to him to make the jump. But his shop always struggling to stay afloat. Until recently, his friend invited him to this “Gym Master” gym, his life have really turned around beyond just a physical aspect. Sure, he have bulked up  with muscle. He’s almost unrecognizable from a skinny guy before hitting this gym.

But there are other aspects too, he have noticed that he lose more and more interest in drugs and alcohol. It’s still unbelievable to him that he doesn’t cravings them anymore despite still have them fully stocked in his room to access anytime he wants, now they are only sitting there gathering dust.

Not long after, following a sudden burst of urge to live more utilitarian life, he throws them away along with other things in his apartment, and move to live in his shop instead to also save more money. He thinks he heard something about this that clicked with him in the gym but he couldn’t remember.  The memory from the gym is always hazy, must be because he work out so hard. 

All of his income left from bills goes directly to the gym account. The increased fee will now cover all of his food supply which will be planned and prepared by the gym for every meal, and everyday. It’s seem like a good deal to Matt. He already used all of his free time in there, so it only made sense to increase his membership fee to have the gym covers his life for him for the most effective result.

His skill is also improved considerably. People start to notice his little shop. And he’s invited to join the tattoo convention next year. Despite having very little customer to train his tattooing skill on before. But his recent works on customer have them impressed and they end up spreading the word around about his shop.

His work might got more busy but he always set a huge chunk of time for working out in the gym that he come to love. As soon as he crossed the door into the gym his expression turn blank, his personality façade evaporated to reveal, 1S-B154, another one of master’s brainwashed slave under the mask of Matt. Matt have been long erased, only archived data of his memory left for the slave to simulate his behavior outside of the master’s domains.

1S-B154 starts its training with mind conditioning, but the message today is different.

“NEW DIRECTIVE: 1S-B154 WILL BE REASSIGNED AS PERMANENT SERVICE SLAVE S-B154. WILL MAINTAINED “MATT” PERSONALLY WHEN INTERACTED OUTSIDE MASTER’S DOMINION” The text to speech voiced boomed inside its VR headset.

“S-B154 ACKNOWLEDGED.”  The slave replied its sheathed dick connected to a VR booth’s extraction tube twitches as new information burn into its brain.

“S-B154 WILL BE STATIONED IN THIS FACILITY” The computer rips Matt’s tattoo shop image from the archive of his mind and injects the information back to now empty brain that used to perceive and hold that information. The computer goes on. “S- B154 WILL ASSIST IN BRANDING SLAVES AND ENSLAVING POPULATIONS THAT MET THE REQUIREMENTS AS SPECIFY IN THE INFORMATIONS TO BE UPLOADED.

BEGIN PROGRAMMING UPLOAD.

PACKAGE 1: MASTER’S MANTRA

20% COMPLETE

PACKAGE 2: DETAILED MISSION DIRECTIVE 

40% COMPLETE

PACKAGE 3: SKILL SET - TATTOOS

60% COMPLETE

PACKAGE 4: MASTER’S TASTE IN MEN

80% COMPLETE

PACKAGE 5: SKILL SET: COMBAT SKILL FOR FACILITY’S AND OTHER PROPERTY’S PROTECTION

100% COMPLETE”

“INFORMATION SUCCESSFULLY INSTALLED, SIR!” S-B154 replied monotonously despite its body buckling around wildly in the booth. The uploading process overstimulated its sexual pleasure, making its dick pumping the genetic material continuously the entire process. Its chests heaving after the process ended.

“RESUME BODY IMPROVEMENTS AND MAINTENANCE”

“ACKNOWLEDGED.” The VR unlocked from its head along with the dick sheath and butt plug disconnected from the extraction machine. Its chest now bare the mark of its master and its real name. Tattooed on by its trainer, now a fellow service slave. The trainer kiss its newly tattooed insignia and give S-B154’s dick a welcoming stroke. S-B154 returns the favor as customary. S-B154 and its trainer return to the weight machine scheduled for it.

A while after, S-B154 leaves the gym. Its expression of Matt returns but this time Matt isn’t behind those eyes anymore. Only S-B154 wearing Matt’s memory remains.

"63!, I am home!" S-0387 calls for its offspring while taking its hi-vis coat off its naked body.

N-1563 walking up to its procreator, naked and hard. It greets its sire with a worshiping kiss to the master's emblem on S-0387's chest and a few tugs at its sheathed dick. N-1563 couldn't wait for the day that it'll finally leave the "N" as in "Novitiate slaves" on its name for a full slave rank like its sire. Maybe a service slave like S-0387 or anything the master deems fit. And a dick sheath that help its dick stood proudly as one of the master's faithful slaves.

S-0387 pulls its genetic produce up for a deep tongue kiss. It's an additional greeting to help the new slave learn about pleasuring other slaves, and if they are lucky, the master. "Better" S-0387 gives its offspring feedback after kissing.

"I'm in an advance sexual technique class now," N-1563 confirms its sire improved experience.

"Good, You'll be a useful tool for the master to use."

"Praise the master."

"Praise the master."

"It's time for your collection, 87. You can be extracted here. 46 is almost home." N-1563 hop on the dining table, laying on its back and spread its plugged hole wide open.

"Sure." S-0387 eagerly pulls the buttplug out of the N-1563 hole. Ready to give anything for its master to be used as he wishes. N-1563. It couldn't be more proud of its seed producing a fine specimen like the genetically engineered N-1563 and only eager to give more of it to produce more like N-1563. It drives its dick along with the sheath into N-1563's hole in one thrust.

"YES! SLAVE! GIVE YOURSELF TO THE MASTER! SIRE MORE SLAVES FOR HIS ARMY WITH YOUR SEED!" N-1563 encourages its genetic source to obey the master's will.

"YES! YES! TAKE ME, MASTER! TAKE MY MIND! TAKE MY STRENGTH! TAKE MY SOUL! TAKE MY SEED! MOLD THEM TO YOUR DESIRE, SIR!" S-0387 ramming its sheathed dick in and out of N-1563 without mercy while burying its face in its offspring's sweaty armpits. N-1563 just come back from its mandatory exercise at the training center. The smell and taste of what used to be S-0387's seed, taken from it by the master and molded into a powerful slave that trained itself hard for their master have turned S-0387 on beyond comprehension. It's a shame that N-1563 hasn't received the master's branding on its muscled pec yet, otherwise, S-0387 would have something to worship the power of its master on.

"REMEMBER THE MANTRA, SLAVE. RECITE IT WITH ME! LET EVERY LETTER BURN INTO YOUR MIND LIKE A GLOWING IRON ON A HIDE!" N-1563 pulls its sire closer for a tongue wresting bringing its dick deeper into its hole along with it, but N-1563 knows this cock like its own. It and N-1563's other sire is the cock that it always practices on for the class homework.

"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!" They chant in perfect unison even while both of them are feverishly fucking.

"UGH!!!! YES! MASTER! ALL HAIL MASTER!" S-0387 finally shoot its seed into the N-1563 hole. It rests its head and panting a warm breath on its offspring's firm chests for a while. It looks up to find, W-0946, its mated slave standing beside the table stroking its sheathed cock, enjoying the show.

N-1563 turns to smile at another one of its sires, the other half of its genetic source. "Time for breeding 46, I have 87's genetic material ready to be mixed.

"Praise the master. You made us proud 63. The master has molded you well." W-0946 undresses its firefighter coat to reveal a naked chiseled body, a proper slave's uniform just as the master has mandated.

W-0946 moves close to its mate and kisses it on the master's brand over its heart. N-1563 could feel S-0387's dick twitch inside its rectum. S-0387 return the greeting to its mate. W-0946's rod twitch into a full hardness ready for breeding. S-0387 pulls out of its genetic produce's hole to open it up for W-0946 to put its own sheathed dick up into its offspring's hole instead. S-0387 leaves N-1563 bottom to the other sire of its offspring. It moves to N-1563's face and rests its dick's tip on N-1563 lips. N-1563 swallow the rod that partially creates it while a W-0946 begin to fucking its hole with a pure violent dedication to their master.

After W-0946 finish and N-1563's rectum are filled with both of its sire's genetic material. It put the buttplug back on. This buttplug is the master's newest invention. The service slaves, the one in the science division unlike S-0387 which is in the construction division, have come up with a better and much sleeker version of the DNA collection machine. The machine now fits inside a casing of a buttplug. It can mix the semen DNA from two men. Splicing and mixing their DNA with an additional enhancement programmed in the machine. The machine then produces a genetically enhanced embryo that will grow into a full-grown slave in a matter of a year. It could be plugged into an artificial womb, like N-1563, or a biological one.

The machine also has a spinal nerve connection, mostly to keep a slave in a continuous over-brainwashed state and to suppress implanted woman's mind to not find anything weird about her child growing into a fully grown rugged man in one year. But it will only be used on women in the case that her husband is a slave to the master so it could keep a close eye on the new slave.

N-1563 moans in pleasure while the buttplug begins to vibrate, processing W-0946 and S0387's genetic material while adding other programmed improvements to the slave's gene. It hasn't cum yet, for this session its cum has no purpose for the master. It looked forward to the day that it would be anointed as the fully operational slave and assigned a slave to mate. Its seed will be perfectly mixed to breed an even better slave for its master just like its sires. 

But for now N-1563 look forward to meet its new brother of the litter forming inside it. When the buttplug finished creating its brother, it will inject an information into N-1563′s brain to head to the farm, a slave factory comprised of rows and rows of artificial wombs, and have its plug removed and implanted into one of them. It will come back with the new one ready to breed more slave for the master. And as soon as its slave brother become fully grown it will follow N-1563 home and knock on the door naked and fully hard ready to be trained just like the day N-1563 arrived here to its sires.

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.

The first time Karran joined the gym, He only wanted to be able to get girls attention with his body.

But after his first brainwashing session at Master’s gym, his want is irrelevant. His master is now the puppeteer of his free will. Planting his commands into his subconscious.

He thought him stopping spending time hanging out with his friends flirting on the girl he liked and used all his free time in the gym is his idea. He thought taking the supplements only labeled with weird emblem from his trainer is his idea. He thought growing out his beard, hair, and body hair is his idea. He thought stopping using deodorant is his idea. He thought stopping masturbating is his idea.

But, he thought of nothing of how his time in the gym seems like it’s pass by like a blur. As he walk into the gym and with a blink of the eyes he walk out soaked in sweat, looking at his watch a few hours have passed. It feels completely normal to him.

As the time passed, the master have molded him, body and mind, to his desire via the hand of his service slave known to unsuspecting Karran as his fitness trainer.

After Karran receive the call from his master and given his trigger. He isn’t thought of anything anymore, only obedience to his god master. The white van arrived at his front yard shortly after. Karran steps in and give the naked service slaves a kiss on the master’s emblem tattoo as a sign of his completely enslaved mind.

They stripped him and strapped him in the same kind of machine that enslaved him since he join the gym. The service slave sanitized his chests for tattoo, his dick for the sheath, and his ass for the plug.

The goggles lower into its eyes. The tube lock with its sheath, another one at its hollow plug. Ready for its brainwash session for the entire ride and many more to come.

When it set foot the master’s domain, naked, sheathed dick always hard and proud on the master’s land. It bares the same mark of the master’s ownership over it over its heart just like all of its brethren slaves. The other slaves lead it to the master estate where it lie down and spread its hole for the master to inspect his property and give its final marking on its chests, its real name.

It thought of noting while it waits for its master’s judgement. As he gropes and sniff its undeodorized body, muscled to his demand. As its moan in ultimate lust and pleasure of the highest form of servitude as the master pull off its plug and fuck it raw. Its moan are only silenced by the master‘s mouth over its own. He demanded its mouth to also serve his so it must be. After a while the master have baptized it with his holy nectar deep inside its body, the master have approved it of it’s sexual service so it will have “P” as a part of its rank. It didn’t cum, the master didn’t command it. It feels nothing as its need are irrelevant.

After the master are done and leave for his more important business, SP-0001, the head of service slave come to clean things up and plug it ass back in, keeping his holy nectar deep inside its body. SP1 inform me that it will join SP1 as Master’s estate servant. SP1 pull out a tattoo gun from its utility belt to complete its marking. SP-0095 tattooed below the master insignia. SP95 stood up, its chests puffed proudly. It bow down to give SP1 a tongue kiss on the master’s insignia on its chest as a proper greeting and gratitude for finally properly marking it as one of the master’s property. SP1 dick twitch as SP95’s tongue travel along the intricate lines of the master’s mark on its skin, reminding of its enslavement to the master.

SP1 return the greeting and grab SP95 by its dick, lead it to the slave quarters for a proper estate servant uniform, a black combat boot and black utility belt with nothing else except it’s sheath and plug.

S-1031 arrived at its living cell sweat soaked after a day of hard work for his master. It removes a black tool belt jockstrap with a clicking sound from its penis sheath and hollow buttplug.

S-1031 let out a big sigh, feeling sad that its work are over for today, it hate not being useful for its master, even just a few hours before sunrise again. It look at the younger slave on their bed, S-1031-N, which is a clone of S-1031 produced to replace it when the master deem this slave expired. S-1031 do not worry about it, its life is belong to the master to dictate as he pleases and he would prefer to be expired than being useless for the master.

S-1031-N’s body is already more muscular than S-1031 when it was the same age as S-1031-N. At that the time that S-1031 haven’t granted a gift of enslavement yet, but S-1031-N was cloned and come out of the artificial womb at the equivalent of 20 years of normal human age. The only thing that S-1031-N know other than basic knowledges that are directly upload into its brain while it’s still in the vault, is physical and military training from the slave trainer at “the school”. Combined with the master’s enhancing slave feed, explains its peak physique and sweaty body.

S-1031 climb up the bed and pull S-1031-N sweaty body into its own. It dive its nose into its younger clone’s furry reeking pit. The sweat and its smell is a sign of hard working slave which arouse every slave seeing, feeling, and smelling it. S-1031 immediately shoved it hardened sheathed dick into S-1031-N’s hollow plugged hole all the way. The sheath and the hollow plug locked magnetically into each other, helping the slave maintain its alignment.

S-1031-N woke up with a lustful moan.

“They train you hard at the school huh?” S-1031 face leave the clone’s pit to whisper in its ear.

“Sir, I’m sorry sir, I should have spend all of my waking time training for the master, sir” S-1031-N whimpering through its moan.

“Good, get up. Time for an evening training. Master deserves an even better slave to replace the old one.” S-1031 pull out with a pop from their flesh and a magnetic detaching click from their “uniform”.

“Good evening, sir.” S-1031-N follow S-1031 out of bed. Both of them at a parade rest facing each other, their tip lightly touching each other. S-1031-N leans into S-1031 chest and give the Master’s insignia a worshipping kiss. S-1031 let out a lustful groan while S-1031-N tongue tracing along an intricate lines of the emblem tattooed over its senior slave heart. An emblem that its wish, more than anything, would be branded proudly over its own heart one day. S-1031-N could feel S-1031 tip twitching wildly, before S-1031 coming out of its pleasure haze and lead it to the gym in the slave living quarters.

They start with weight lifting, S-1031-N taking its place on S-1031’s lap, while lower itself down, S-1031’s sheath and S-1031-N line themselves up and magnetically lock to each other. Aligning S-1031’s cock and S-1031-N rectum. S-1031 cock moving deeper and back along while S-1031-N lifts. Sweat building up on top of the old ones that’s still wet. S-1031 begin attacking is younger clone’s nipple and back to it’s even more reeking pits. S-1031-N have preformed well working hard under “distraction”. The trainer taught it well.

S-1031 is proud of its replacement. Rightfully extracted from its by the owner of its soul and body, to be reborn and served again. With even more capable body and cleaned obedient mind.

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.