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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.

“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.