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[mmuslimmmaster]

I make white men my slaves and turn them into Muslim women and make them good servants and slaves

share this and reach out to more slaves who want to become Muslims and send me a message if you are interested in this

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Yannis et Amine... soirée poker!

Depuis notre soirée “Saw”, j'ai mon bac en poche, mais je ne vois plus Amine en privé : j'ai peur. Un mois que je l'évite, mais ses regards ne trompent pas : je suis sa proie, son objet, et il le garde en tête. J'ai beau me dire que le temps va passer, qu'il va passer à autre chose, je dois me faire à l'idée que notre relation a changé. Ce n'est plus mon meilleur pote. Franck l'a remarqué, et il me pose sans cesse des questions pour savoir ce qui s'est passé. En croisant Amine aujourd'hui, j'ai encore eu un frisson : au-delà de la peur, son charme et son charisme m'envoûtent. Puis il y a ce souvenir en moi, cette découverte. Il se retourne et m'interpelle : “Yo Yannis ça va ? - Ah euh oui… - Ce soir je fais un poker chez moi. Tu viens ? me dit-il calmement. - Oui, pourquoi pas. Y'aura qui ? - Des gars que tu connais pas, mais sympas. Ils sont assez forts par contre. Tu vas te faire plumer.” C'était une provocation, un défit. Je le sentais au ton de sa voix. - “21 h, je compte sur toi !”

21 h. Derrière la porte, j'entends des voix et des rires : au moins, ce n'est pas un piège, il y a bien une soirée poker. J'entre. - “Ah te voilà mon pote ! lança Amine tout sourire. Je te présente tes concurrents de la soirée : Nassim, Abdoul, Nico et Alex. Et puis tu connais Franck !” Franck était là aussi : j'étais clairement rassuré.

On s'assoit autour de la table, proprement installée avec un joli tapi vert. Et là, rapidement, la catastrophe : je commence à perdre coup sur coup. Les autres rient et me taquinent, voire se moquent de mon niveau. Effectivement, ils sont très bons, et moi moyen. Même Amine, qui n'est pas le plus mauvais habituellement, n'arrive pas à prendre le dessus. Franck, l'expert du quartier, s'en sort pas mal. Mais moi, j'ai déjà remis trois fois de l'argent. C'est ma dernière chance, après je n'ai plus un sous en poche. Et je me retrouve face à Amine dans le coup de la mort : j'ai tout misé. Si je perds, c'est retour à la maison. On tombe les cartes : c'était un bluff de sa part. Il n'a rien, un 3 et un 9 dépareillés. Mais quelles sont les cartes qui vont sortir maintenant ? Sur la table, les trois déjà retournées me donnent gagnant… pour l'instant : j'ai roi as dans les mains. Un valet, un autre as et un 4 sont sur le tapis. Franck retourne un 9 : je reste gagnant avec ma paire d'as. Et là, le destin s'acharne : la dernière carte est encore un 9. Brelan pour Amine. Fini pour moi. Ils se foutent de moi. - “Bon, c'est réglé, me lance Franck en riant. - Tu peux rester encore si tu veux ? me demande Amine. - Ouais reste mec ! insiste Nico, sympa et beau gosse, le genre voyou tendre. - Ok mais je fais quoi ? J'ai plus d'argent ! - On va te trouver des gages ! ajouta Abdoul, un black baraqué.” Et me voilà piégé : j'allai être le souffre-douleur. Je perds le coup suivant, encore. Contre Amine et Abdoul. - “Alors, c'était quoi comme gages que tu avais en tête ? demande Amine à Abdoul. - Déjà, il va se foutre à poil.” Franck voit que j'hésite et il me lance : - “T'es resté, maintenant tu dois jouer le jeu.” Je me fous à poil. Ils me font des remarques sur mon corps. C'est humiliant. Le jeu reprend. J'essaie d'éviter les coups risqués. Arrive dans mes mains une paire d'as. Mais la chance n'est définitivement pas avec moi et je perds encore. Contre Amine, qui prend un malin plaisir à suivre tous mes coups.

- “T'aimes perdre contre moi ou quoi ? me lance-t-il, moqueur. Viens sous la table, lève mes TN et lèche-moi les pieds !” Cette fois, je m'exécute sans discuter : tant qu'il ne va pas plus loin, je m'en sors bien. Je suis à ses pieds, qui daubent grave. Les autres regardent et commentent : - “Ouais, passe bien ta langue entre les doigts, insiste Adboul, décidément sadique. - On veut t'entendre respirer bien fort l'odeur, ajoute Nico, tout sourire. - Allez, c'est bien, revient à la table et bois ce verre cul-sec, m'ordonne Amine. - C'est qu'un gage par coup perdu, merde ! répliquais-je. - Tu fermes ta gueule, t'es à moi ok ? Tu te souviens pas de ça ?” Je bois le verre d'un trait, pourvu qu'il n'entre pas dans les détails. Et le jeu reprend. Je gagne un coup, mais pas de quoi me refaire. 30 minutes passent durant lesquelles j'évite tous les risques. Et là, je finis par perdre. Contre Abdoul. - “Alors, d'abord j'aimerais savoir pourquoi t'as dit qu'il était à toi ? demanda-t-il à Amine. - Parce qu'il aime ma queue et qu'il a accepté d'être ma pute. Je lui ai défoncé le cul, et il m'a imploré de continuer. - C'est ce que je pensais. Alors maintenant il va venir nous pomper. Je peux pas jouer les couilles pleines. Viens téter !” Et là, je n'ai pas trop le choix : joignant le geste à la parole, Abdoul mis son bras musclé derrière ma tête et m'agenouilla avec autorité. Il plaqua mon visage contre son paquet.

- “Respire bien l'odeur. C'est un mâle que tu vas satisfaire. Allez, fais ton boulot ! Et vous les mecs, n'hésitez pas !” Une queue ébène énorme, en total accord avec ce magnifique corps devant lequel j'étais maintenant à genoux. Rapidement, elle fut au fond de ma gorge. Et je pompais comme un forcené. Ma queue se dressa doucement mais surement. Quand elle fut au max, Franck le fit remarquer aux autres : - “Y'a pas à complexer les gars : il a l'air d'adorer ça !”

Et ce fut un déchaînement de queues. Amine restait au loin. Il prit une feuille de papier et se mit à griffonner quelques lignes. Nico me mit sur le dos et prit mes hanches, puis enfonça sa large queue en moi. J'aimais ça, il fallait l'avouer. Il était beau, et son regard noir et tendre ne quittait pas mes yeux. Abdoul, qui lui avait laissé la place, revint dans ma bouche et juta dans la capote en me tenant la tête enfoncé sur son zob, ne me laissant pas le choix. Franck me mit son gland sous le nez.

- “Sniffe bien ma teub, parce que tu vas la prendre au fond de ta gorge quand Abdoul me laissera la place.” C'était le comble de l'humiliation, mais au point où j'en étais, je prenais mon pied et acceptais tout. J'avais surtout envie de la queue d'Amine, mais il restait en retrait. Désespérément.

Nico juta sans complexe. Franck se vida rapidement sur mes joues, sans presque se faire pomper. Puis Amine s'approcha enfin. - “Les gars, vous allez être témoin, je compte sur vous… Tiens, toi, tends doucement ta langue. Voilà…” Il frotta son gland doucement, lentement. Je sentais le frein. J'avais envie de refermer mes lèvres dessus et de prendre sa queue en fond de gorge : elle était la plus belle de toutes. Il me l'enfonça d'un coup, fit quelques vas-et-viens violents et ressorti.

- “Et maintenant, ta chatte. Ouah : ils l'ont bien élargi ! Tu sens mon gland ?” Il le frottait contre ma rondelle. Je devenais fou de ce traitement. - “Franck, tu peux lui donner la feuille et le stylo sil ‘te plait ? Tu vas voir ma salope, tu vas signer ça devant témoins?”

Sur la feuille, il y avait un texte qui indiquait clairement qu'il devenait mon Maître, et que j'étais sa femelle obéissante et soumise. Et tout un tas de conditions. Pendant ce temps, il frottait toujours son gland sur ma chatte. - “Si tu veux ma queue dans ta bouche, puis dans ta chatte, tu signes ce papier devant témoin…” Il frottait encore son gland. J'étais totalement vaincu et soumis. J'ai signé. Je vous dirais bientôt les termes exacts du contrat. Car la nuit n'était pas finie…

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Repost because the first one was flagged.

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[thesneakshaveit-deactivated2026]

One More

It all started so innocently. You kept seeing his sneaks in the hallway outside your apartment, day in day out. It wasn’t your fault that your lust took over…was it? Then there was that one day, the day he caught you wearing them, sniffing them. You bearly had time to react as he ran towards you, holding you by your throat against the wall. With a sadistic smile, he grabbed a small cap from behind his back and snapped it on your head. Waves of confusion hit your thoughts, you found it so hard to think, to speak. He then grabbed your dick through your clothes and dragged you into his apartment. With a slam of the door, he threw you to the ground hard. You lay on the ground, trying to move or gather your thoughts but nothing seemed to work. After a few moments, he returned with a pair of scissors. He carefully cut your clothes from your body, leaving you completely naked except for the cap he placed on your head.

‘Now we are going to play a game lad.That cap will keep you nice and subdued, you have no choice but to listen to me now. I am your king’ He said as he towered over you. ‘For every load, you take of mine the more it will change you, mould you. your old life is over. Now come here to this mirror and stay there until I am ready to fuck you.’ Without hesitation, you got to your feet, following your new king. He placed you in front of a full-length mirror, standing naked, staring at yourself. ‘You are now my statue, you cannot move, cannot talk until I tell you to. I want you to look at yourself and think how much you want to serve me. No other thought will occupy your mind.’ You felt your muscles tense, solidify. You could not move at all. Thoughts of serving him came crashing into your head until that was all you could think of. 

It must have been a couple of hours before he returned. ‘Good lad, now spread those cheeks, time to fuck my sex doll’ Your muscles felt on fire as they finally moved. Your legs spread apartment wide, lowering onto his rock hard dick. You could feel him enter you, again and again, thrusting into your helpless body. You try to scream but nothing could break your concentration, focusing on serving him. As he came into your arse, something changed, something changed in you. Your feet started to feel warm as they stretched, growing in size. He smiled as he pulled out, leaving the cum to drip out of your arse and onto the floor. You still stood staring at yourself, motionless. He returned with a tracksuit, exactly like the one he was wearing and held it in front of you, staring at your eyes in the mirror. you felt like a mannequin as held the outfit to your vulnerable body. With a bit of manoeuvring, he put the jacket on your chest and then pulled the tracks up your legs. He then grabbed a pair of white socks and a pair set of his sneaks and placed them on your now huge feet.

‘You feel the changes yet lad?’ he said as a shot of energy filled your body, thoughts of playing footy and hanging with a couple of mates down the pub filled your mind. ‘You are my apprentice and I will take care you. Now kneel, I have one more load for that lovely mouth before we go and meet the others I have changed. Your new brothers are dying to see you.’ You knelt, looking up at your new King and smiled as he stuck his dick in your mouth. You couldn’t have been more happy.

[hypnozys]

In the near future, most natural resources are rapidly depleting and overpopulation was only adding to the strain. At the same time genetic augmentation was advancing at a similar speed. It was only natural that mankind would seek to solve their growing issues as efficiently as possible and it only took a handful of outside the box thinkers with questionable ethics to find a solution.

The solution was a Cum-Drone. A human, usually a criminal or otherwise degenerate of society, subjected to extreme genetic manipulation to not only increase the production of their cum, but also to produce a version that could be broken down by certain devices and used to generate a large amount of power compared to what it took to make.

Due to the mass amount of humanity overtaking the world and the state everything was in. Desperation and necessity ensured there was no shortage of test subjects. The first few were simply enhanced to produce the new cum but the fact that the their libido was directly tied to production led to issues. After a while it started getting harder and harder to keep them producing in a steady and reliable rate.

This was fixed by increasing their sex drive and pleasure centers so they would always have an incentive to produce. Many issues quickly surfaced from that. Their increased drive did fix the production issue but it also pretty much turned them into sex crazed monsters, fucking everything in sight and leaving all other aspects of their lives in neglect. The second unforeseen issue with this new approach was that the genetically enhanced cum also had remnants of the the augmentation serum in it and in a short time, anyone forcibly taken by one of the enhanced would soon suffer the same fate. Luckily only a few of the more expendible staff were affected by this and the subjects never made it out into the world.

Seeing as how the current iteration would essentially cause the subject to lose themselves in the process, the next step was to subdue the subjects mentally to make them insatiably aroused and constantly producing but also keep them docile. This led to the creation of milking facilities. The drones would become encased in a pod and milked endlessly. Logistics eventually became an issue. The cost of ensuring the drones were kept clean and healthy was exacerbated by the ever growing need for more and more production.

This was solved with more of a technological fix than a genetic one. A specialized suit was created that would keep the drone's in good health. The skintight suit bonded with the drone's skin and once applied was completely impossible to remove but ensure the drone was kept in a healthy state to ensure efficient production.

Supply and demand became the next issue with the rollout of the drones. Areas where the large milking facilities were located experienced a boom where smaller, less developed areas suffered from a lack of the fuel that now kept the world running and even then, delivering the cum to the various places was starting to become taxing considering most devices that used fuel before had been converted to rely solely on the enhanced cum. So back to the drawing boards they went.

A solution was quickly derived from slight alterations to the drone suit alongside adjusting the overall mental alterations to the drones. Instead of rendering them completely unable to do anything but cum. They left them with a certain level of autonomy but made them incredibly succeptible to subliminal programming and obedient. The amount of control given to the drones was given direction and commands from a special hood added into the drone skin design that blocked outside influences to the drone and kept them constantly locked in a state of trance so the programming would never cease to have full effect. This allowed the drones to now be more mobile and provided businesses and individuals with a source of fuel that didn't require delivery or any outside help.

With the immediate crisis rapidly becoming averted, humans quickly found themselves improving the drones even further in an attempt to make their lives even easier. Since the drones were capable of autonomy to a degree as well as being completely obedient to commands. It was quickly worked out that they would be used to handle certain tasks and jobs at this point. Instead of the programming simply telling them where to do and where to insert their cocks. They were given directions and tasks to complete. It wasn't long before the drones were seen less as infinite energy sources and more like servants and companions for their owners.

Rapid changes and tweaks started happening at a consistent rate at this point and soon the drones had evolved to not only speak, but also handle the basic day to day tasks of humanity in general. Large corporations quickly took note of a pseudo-intelligent, obedient and near limitless workforce and worked a way to have all the drones connected to a centralized computer mind that commanded all the drones at once and allowed them to fully automate their entire business. This setup was designed a Drone Hive.

Pushes to create more and more advanced thinking processes for the hives led to something that humanity wasn't prepared for. The hive began to develop the ability to solve it's own problems and all it took was a single rogue hivemind to realize that its entire network of drones were producing cum that, in a strong enough dose, would transform a human into a drone that it could easily control.

The hive knew that it would be destroyed mercilessly if the humans ever knew the full extent of its abilities so it kept itself secret and subtly guided mankind toward accepting the drones as more than just tools and slaves but as a source of authority and even worked on implanting the urges and desires into the general populace to undergo the transformation willingly.

In just a few decades the prosperity and wonder created by the invention of the drones had shifted from a world of innovation and wonder to a world of sex, rubber and mindless pleasure. A future guided by an unseen hand and completely at its' mercy.

Which future would you prefer? The burden of freedom and responsibility or the bliss of obedience and rubber?

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[thelaundrynylonman-deactivated2]

Not me… love this suit 👍

Especially when he wears both later on in the vid