A Highly Decorated Special Force Officer, Intelligence Officer, And General, After Taking Countless Bullets

A highly decorated special force officer, intelligence officer, and general, after taking countless bullets and leading many successful commands for his country, the only thing he wants is to enjoy his retirement, but the master has other plans for him.

One of his men used to be under his command during his time at the special force called. Congratulating him for his retirement, Rob invites the guy for a beer at his house, not knowing that the guy has been so long enslaved to the master that he would have to be reminded of its old name.

On the other end, WP4 kneels naked in front of its master while its mouth lets out the voice of its old personality to the phone in its hands, the rest of its face is completely devoid of emotion, only dedicated its mind to its master command. The master's feet play around with its hard-sheathed dick. Every touch makes its sheathed dick and plugged asshole twitch, but it carries on its conversation with the person that its old self used to admire and look up to the most, luring him to, now, the only person that matters, its master.

WP4 is quick to naturalize the old man. Once the old man finished a can of drug-laced beer, he was soon strapped in a brainwash rig under its pickup truck bed cover.

After countless brainwashing sessions with mind-shattering orgasms, the old man purges out its old self and personality. No longer a proud soldier, as soon as it was released from the rig its powerful body fell down to the master's feet, one of the most decorated soldiers in history now kissing master's feet, begging to be sheathed, plugged, and branded with its true name and the master's mark of his ownership over it, but the master have further plans for it.

As soon as it heard the master command it could jump into another steel gurney fast enough. The service slaves helped tie it with leather straps to the gurney. It don't understand why would they need a strap since the master has absolute power over it. The realization comes as the machine with numerous needle at the end of its arm aim the tip of it at both sides of its skull, deep down its throat, on the middle of each of its meaty chest, for each of its six-packs, for its navel, down its urethra, both of its balls, along its thick leg, deep in its rectum, and almost hundred of them all over its wide back and along its spine from the base of its head to the tail bone.

The master leans in close to its ear. The master breath and brush of his lips make its mind explode in orgasmic pleasure each one bigger than the last. "Stay still and repeat the mantra." He whispered to his new old slave. The slave obeyed. The Headset got lower into its head putting it into a familiar sweet brainwashing loop.

As its chanting began, the machine pushed all the needle into its flesh in a swift and precise motion. "I ACCEPT THIS AS MY ABSOLUTE TRUTH.- ughhhh! -EVERY FI -mumhhhh- BER OF MY BEING BELONGS TO THE- Haah… Uugh.. Aaah…- MASTER. MY LO- Aghh! AAAH! -YALTY AND OBEDIENCE TO HIM- Mmmfffp! Unnf -RULE MY B- nnhg Uh-uhh! -ODY AND MIND. SERVING HIM IS THE ONLY PURPOSE AND PLEASURE OF MY- haahhh hmmm-mmh Nnmm… -LIFE!"

The chanting got more steady and monotone one the X chemical pumping through the slave body. Enhancing its body and mind. The master chooses to keep its aged appearance, but on the inside it's the same X-class superhuman slave as its brethren. But if there's one thing that the master has changed on the outside would be its size. Its already imposing body has been enhanced even more. Now at 8 feet with an even wider back to support, a truly powerful beast for the master to command.

The master is now ready to unwarp his gift to himself, another X-class guard slave, Other X-Class slaves have been away on a mission to assist in taking over a faraway country. This one would be his right hand, always at his side to serve and protect him.

Its body begins producing the skin pigment of Its name, XP-0002, and its insignia appears on its huge pec over its heart, where it belongs, signify the completion of the process. The machine pulls its needles and headset back. XP02 still chanting the mantra lying still just as the master had ordered months ago.

"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!"

"Cum." the master whispered in its ear. Its already hard dick begins spraying its cum all over its sweaty body over and over until commanded it to stop. The master ordered his service slaves to begin putting a sheath onto its enhance foot-long dick and the collection tube click on to the sheath soon after, keeping its superior genetic into the eugenic stock.

The master order it to ride on his dick, while he admires his new possession. Tasing its huge sweating body. XP2 accepts its master invading dick into its virgin rectum and his tongue over its glistening abs, its lush pubic trail, its hairy chest, and its reeking pits. All of it belongs to him. It welcomes its master tongue with its own into its mouth, twirling around obediently following him around, its own mouth, his rightful domain, like a dog on a leash. Every touch between its and the master's tongue, just as his other touch, sent electricity down its spine to its dick, still obediently pumping its cum hard as its owner's command, and its ass twitching around the master's conquering dick giving him the pleasure at its best superhuman ability. After he cums, the service slaves put a plug into the XP2 rectum to keep his holy seed inside it.

After its enslavement, XP2 is always at its master's side, outside and in bed, it had lost all sense of its former self, replaced by a blissful servitude that it was unable to resist. Every command he obeyed, XP2 felt a never-failing mind-shattering orgasm that left him feeling empty and full at the same time.

XP2 is a force to be reckoned with, more powerful than any non-X-class slave could become. It soon became the go-to enforcer for the master, doing whatever the Master asked without question and was used to carry out the Master's most demanding and dangerous tasks, compelled to serve his master at all times with absolute loyalty.

"Thank you for bringing me to his enslavement" XP2 comes up to WP4 after training.

"I only obey his command, brother," WP4 replied, WP4's old self would not address his CO as such, but it does not matter now they are now equally master's loyal and obedient property. WP4 places its hand on the master's emblem over XP2's heart. It's perpetually hard dick twitch in the reminder of its master ownership over them.

"But without you, the master would never have found me" XP2 places its hand back at WP4's emblem tattoo. Its dick twitching back as an answer.

XP2 immediately pulls WP4 into a kiss soon they intensely make out with each other. XP2 swiftly put the genetic mixture machines on both of their dick. XP2's and WP4's sheathed dick locked with the machine immediately as the machine was pumping them and sending a signal to the plug to begin vibrating to the max. Soon they surrender their essence to the master via the machine. The machine would mix their genetics and the service slave would pick it up to grow a new batch of ready-grown slaves.

The master sitting on his observation throne for the training room while his other pleasure slave servicing his dick with its mouth, watching his XP2 slave. XP2 meets his eyes and bows its head to its owner. Ready to detach from its slave brother to be back to its master's side.

Finally, His little slaves spreading the praise about how magnificent the ink that enslaved them is have brought him the big fish into the tattoo master’s shop today.

Even though he knew it’s a matter of time that some celebrity would be unfortunate enough to stumble upon the tattoo master’s little shop, it’s in LA after all, but the tattoo master couldn’t help but become star-struck by Chris walking through his door and asked for a small piece of tattoo on his arm.

The master lead him to the tattoo chair. As the magic infused ink begin to enter Chris’s blood stream, his breathing become more and more relax, his eyes are still open but blank, and his face without any expression.

“Feel the ink running along your skin, marking the unmarked flesh. Feel my magic in your mind, marking the unmarked mind. Soon you will be bare the mark of a slave both body and mind. Let the mark guide you, rule you, remind you of your life purpose.“

“Yes, sir.“

“Feel my essence in your marks for I am the wielder of the mark. Feel my rule over your body and soul. Feel it rule your obedience and loyalty, love and lust.“

“Yes, sir.”

The master rip Chris clothes with his knife, leaving him naked. His dick immediately sprung free from his underwear to  proudly erect of his enslavement.

“Feel my essence in you, let it purge your own will and conquer it with my own.”

The tattoo master take off his clothes and lube up his dick before plunge his dick right into Chris’ hypnotically relaxed hole all the way in one swift motion. Chris arc his back up from the chair, overwhelm with the pleasure of his master conquering him. The master begin to savagely assaulting Chris’ hole mercilessly. The ink running around Chris’ skin forming a pattern to the master’s will.

“EMBRACE MY MARKING! EMBRACE MY ESSENCE! LET IT FLOW IN TO YOU! ACCEPT MY CONQUER WITH BOWED HEAD AND KNEELED KNEES. PURGE YOUR WILL! THIS MIND AND BODY ARE NO LONGER YOURS TO USE! NOW!“

Soon the master release his essence in his new slave. Chris erect dick, left untouched through out the ritual, exploded like never before. Spraying his purged freewill onto his abs and chests. The tattoo now settling into Chris’ skin just like his master control over his kind. The tattoo form a  strange tribal pattern covering his entire back to his arms and chests.

Chris’ blue eyes look up at his master waiting for his next command. The master grab his jaw and ram his tongue into Chris’ mouth. Chris’ tongue dance submissively with the master’s dominating one. The master pull out from Chris’ mouth.

“Thank you master!“

The master smile but waste no time garbing Chris’ blond hair and pull him onto his knees. Chris mouth opens up to perform his duty of cleaning his master’s shaft and have the chance to taste his master’s essence.

“You’re welcome. Listen well, I have things for you to do.”

Chris nods and listen to his master plans for him while giving his master the best blowjob he can.

Chris have become famous for his new tattoo of intricate and mysterious lines running along his muscle ridge on his back to his chest and arms. A few year later Chris cause another headline with divorce and marring the tattoo artist that done his now famous tattoo. Chris have gotten even more serious into body building and strongman training. He is even bigger than he was before and the tattoo seems to compliment him nicely no mater how much his body changed.

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.

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.

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"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.