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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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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.