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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.