Who The Fuck Are You? You Arent My Lawyer. Chris Asked, Confused, As A Mob Boss, That Fucking Lawyer

“Who the fuck are you? You aren’t my lawyer.” Chris asked, confused, as a mob boss, that fucking lawyer of his better show up for what he paid for them, not this skeleton of a man. He has been in this god forsaken jail for far too long. He might have people both here and out helping him run his business uninterrupted, but nothing beats freedom.

“No I’m not, but trust me Mr.Connor. You’ll find that my offers are hard to refuse.”

“I’m not talking until my leach lawyer is here.”

“It’s ok, that won’t be a problem.” Suddenly the door of the interrogation room opened. Three huge guy entered the room, Chris is shock at them, all naked with the same matching tattoos on their chest. Their dicks are attached to some weird device along its full erected length.

One stay behind the small man, kneeling by his side. Two of them immediately got to Chris and pin him down to the chair. He finally got a close look at the tattoo containing some weird emblem and a small text under it “WP” following with a number.

But Chris is now too panic to pay attention to. As they start tearing his orange jumpsuit, leaving him completely naked on a cold stainless steel chair.

The mysterious man walk up to him and grab his bearded face. “Turns out we do need people on the hierarchy and cannot just recycle some junkie. I couldn’t stomach them, they are deeply unattractive but here you are on the top of the food chain and quite a looker yourself, jackpot! You made a little slip that landed you here, but don’t worry I’ll make sure you’ll be much, much more capable and won’t making any mistakes again.”

The man released the grip on face and tap Chris’s forehead with his finger gently. Chris body suddenly feels like it has been electrocuted with pleasure. His body seizes up. The power flowing along his spine to the tip of his dick makes his back arched up in the air sending his instantly erect dick high up in the air. Chris letting out a tortured moan as the most potent orgasm he has ever experienced hit him but all the reaction from his dick is leaking droplets of pre-cum.

Chris is completely paralyzed as the third naked men carry him to what’s look like an ambulance parking in a private area of the jail. Inside the gurney and machine with hundreds of robot hands with fully loaded needle are standby for his arrival.

Chris body remain completely paralyzed from the master’s power as the machine break his skin with hundreds of needles with precision. As the needle slowly sink into his urethra, his balls, and anus, he feels everything as the machine begin pumping the compound X into him. But his awareness is cut short as another pair of needles make contact with his temple and the headset secured over his head, pumping the master pure mind power into its mind, destroy every resistance while solidified obedience and loyalty to its one and only god master. Molding its mind and body into one of the master’s X-Class super human slave.

Later

Lying in the spacious bed of the master bedroom in the mansion that it used to own. Chris, now XP-0003, usually sleeps in the new barracks with all of its slave brethren, but today the master request its sexual service.

No matter how much it wants to stay at the master’s side, but it have master’s mission to obey and complete. It get up from the master’s bed, XP2 are on the other side of their sleeping master. His head resting on XP2 chest, XP2 nod to XP3. One of X-Class slave’s super human ability is operating 24/7 without needing sleep, ever. So as XP2 and XP3 have finished their duty of sexually servicing the master. They always stay fully awake guarding him.

XP3 pass by rows of naked men strapped into a steel gurney. All of them used to be Chris’ trusted comrades, right hands, and henchmen. But Chris aren’t here anymore. Only XP3, a master’s vessel puppet for the soon to be reformed syndicate.

Their head are fitted with the same headset machine that XP3 have been brainwashed on, but not the compound X that flow in XP3 body. They would be other classes of non “X” superhuman slave. But only pure obedience and mind clean of free will can achieve so many things unimaginable and superhuman like without the need of Compound X.

XP3 feel the slickness of the master’s holy nectar deep inside it from last night, reminding it that the slave mind and body belong to the master to make use of. And if the master want to use it above and beyond other slave capabilities, it obeys without hesitation with or without the compound pumping through its vain.

It put on a suit and a facade of “Chris”, one of the most feared mob boss. But under the suit is the insignia of its god and its real name, permanently marked on its skin over its heart, where it belong; a sheathed duck; and a plugged hole. Just as under the mask of a hot headed playboy mob boss, is a fiercely obedient and loyal slave, a vessel to its master’s will, pulling his puppet around.

After countless relapses, this new rehab in a small town of no where would be the last one that Nic would ever need.

Hours brainwashed and gallons of his cum milked, Nic is now ready to be mold as whatever his master wishes. His addiction redirected into an even more intense obedience and loyalty to the master.

Many from the street like him are assigned as a warrior slave, he will be trained by the best special ops that the master have acquired as one of his warrior slave. They will be put through 10 times of every toughest special ops training. Any hint of free will, the training will break them to pieces. Only a free will purged mind and solid unquestioning obedience will make it. These Intense training and exercise combine with master’s special slave feed, is turning them into a muscle beast with an unmatched discipline that could only be achieved without free will.

After that they will be ready to be given a rank of a warrior slave. Lining up for inspection for the master, hard sheathed dick pointing up, chest, master’s insignia freshly branded chest puff, their rectum squeeze tight around the hollow plug, reminding them of their total surrender and devotion to the master is their only source of pride and happiness.

The Master have a plan for them. Nic and other newly trained warrior slaves will be back on the same street that the junkie Nic comes from to enforce his master rule with his iron fists. Dominating the dark corners of society with his own “gang” of slaves.

Master will pick the one that he likes and fuck them in their new uniform for the Street in front of others in the line, thick Cuban chain warps tight around their neck, black short sleeve button up shirt and cargo pants, pair with black combat boots.

Nic hopes that he train hard enough to please the master and will get picked to be baptized his insides with the master’s holy nectar. So does other slaves in his squadron.

"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.

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.

“Long time no see brother, how was the trip?“ The younger prince, Nasim, asks his big brother.

“Life-changing, to be honest.“ The crown prince hugs his little brother. Under the façade of joyfulness, its true slave self only thinks about how this younger prince would be a great conquer for the master.

"Wow, you have bulked up a lot of muscle since you've been gone, big bro. What's your secret?" Nasim was surprised by the amount of muscle on his brother's back when he wrap them in for a hug. A muscle from torturous hours of hard work the master has put all of his slaves through that the people of their position would never experience. But just like their crown prince, their day would come soon enough.

"Of cause, buddy, but before that, I would like to introduce you to my new guard, Badi, and soon to be yours, Mo." the crown prince looks to two huge men on both of his sides. The men stay still on a parade rest.

They are X-3 and XP-0001, a super soldier slave created in the master's lab. Their real purpose is to be here and assist LP-0008 on taking over the kingdom.

"What? But I already have a gu-" Before Nasim could react, his brother's bodyguard jump onto him and pin him down to the cold marble floor of the crown prince's palace with an unhuman speed and force. He tried to cry for help but unbeknownst to him, everyone in the crown prince's palace is now enslaved to the master and won't acknowledge his plead.

LP-0008 approaches its former brother, soon to be remade anew from brother by blood as a brother in enslavement. LP-0008 takes off its clothes and façade character to reveal the mark of its owner showing its true loyalty and identity proudly. Its always erect sheathed dick jumps free from its confine. In its hands are VR goggles with a mask attached to them. It looks like a normal workout training mask from the outside but the interior is equipped with a long and thick dildo. LP-0008 places the goggle on its prey's face. The goggle make a contact with the young prince's temples sending a pre-set command to his body. His throat relaxed and his body goes limp. LP-0008 then forces a foot-long dildo into its victim's throat. X-3 and WP-0001 release the prince and get naked as its brethren slave.

As the goggle establish the connection with the master's mind control power, the three slaves begin forcefully strip Nasim of all his clothes, revealing his muscled body that will be pushed even further beyond its limit after the enslavement is completed as his older brother has gone through.

As the connection is made, the brainwashing immediately begins. Every fiber of Nasim's body flex with the master's power taking over his mind. His back arches up into a magnificent curve, which signals LP-0008 to shove the same-size dildo into Nasim's virgin asshole. LP-0008 begins to suck Nasim's dick as the master has trained him while Nasim's mind is being completely rewired his loyalty, love, devotion, obedience, pleasure, and pride are all direct to only the master, and the act of service and submissions to him.

"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!" Nasim repeat the mantra that all the slave in the palace has come to know very well. Soon it'll burn into his mind as the only principle that guides his life just like the other slave.

Driven by an eagerness to obey its master's order, LP-0008 dutifully and tirelessly sucks Nasim's dick until sunrise, like a good slave that the master has forged it to be. Nasim also chants the mantra all night long, its echoes in his mind and dominates his thoughts which will leave a permanent mark on them.

X-3 and XP-0001 begin working on Nasim's tattoo on each of his chests, now marked with the master's emblem, and its real name, LP-0009, has completed its process. It releases its free will in an endless string of cum, Its brother, still attached to its cock, gulps it all up and savors every drop of the sweet sweet taste of submission.

After LP-0009 has been purged clean of its free will, LP-0008 removes the goggles. It rises up and gives other slaves a tongue wresting kiss and gives each other a stoking grip of their dick sheath, followed by a worship kiss in the master's insignia over their heart as a slave's custom, drill into it by its master.

LP-0009 can't return the favor to its fellow slaves with its hole. The master has reserved its virginity with the butt plug deep inside it. So LP-0009 takes X-3 and XP-0001's foot-long dick into its mouth while burying its own sheathed dick deep into LP-0008's gut. Their sweaty body from sex and the strain of brainwashing interwind together. They relish and worship each other strong musk on their bodies and pits which signify the strength of their obedience and dedication to work hard for their master.

Prince Nasim leaves his brother's palace with his new bodyguard, soon his own palace staff will have some reorientation after.

Other people who don't know better would assume that the brothers are partying in their palace just like in the old days, unfortunately for their kingdom, their old days are numbered, as more and more slaves are added to the master's dominion.

”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.