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Programming Adjustment
"Sir?"
"Yes, officer?"
"I would like to go on record and say, that... I don't think this is the best course of action"
"What do you mean, 84?"
"I mean, the way this plan is structured, I'm not sure enough attention was paid to minimizing the impact and casualties"
"You're saying you question my leadership on this mission?"
"Well, sir... I just feel it's my duty to raise any potential-"
"Oh god, don't go on with this whole tirade about 'just raising concerns' or about it being 'your duty'. your duty is to execute my orders and it seems you need you programming checked."
"Wait, what? Sir, what are you talking about? No, I don't think I-"
"Shut up. Officer SW84, access maintenance mode, security code Sierra Alpha 345"
"No! I don't need--- Officer SW84, maintenance mode engaged, security code confirmed. Unit awaiting orders."
"Lower cognitive interpretation by 25 base points and independent analysis by 40 base points. Raise performative obedience by 20 base points and the readiness to strike modifier to the main personality package."
"Commands understood. Cognitive interpretation and independent analysis downgraded, performative obedience upgraded, readiness to strike modifier implemented. Changes apply to. Main personality package. Cognitive package code 32#SW. Cognitive package code 35#SW."
"Yes. Now execute."
"Commands executed, all packages altered. Confirm changes to unit SW84."
"Changes confirmed. Now, back to operation mode."
"Officer SW84, operation mode engaged--- Sir, so what now?"
"We're almost ready. You have anything to say about the plan?"
"Sir! No, sir! The plan's not up for debate, sir."
"Well said, 84"
"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! Now let's get these fuckers!"
"That's the attitude I wanna see, officer. Now let's go and do our job!"
Law, Order and Musk
CW: explicit sections + slurs
Logan laid on the bed, Sergeant Cross looking down at him, preventing him from moving.
"You like that, don't you, you bitch" Cross growled, an arogant smirk on his face. "You need a man to show you your place in the hierarchy." He then flexed his arms. "That's the sight of a real man."
Logan swallowed loudly. Cross lowered himself his face just a few inches from Logan's. "You feel it? The masculine musk of a grueling workout. This is how men smell, this is how real men feel." He then grabbed Logan's head and pushed it into his armpit. "Now feel it for yourself, you scum."
Logan took a few deep whiffs and then licked Cross' hairy pits, almost getting high on his smell. Cross held his head for a moment, before loosening his grip and letting Logan return to his previous position.
Cross flexed his arms again. "Look at these guns. This is raw, masculine power that will crush you if you go against it." He then grabbed Logan by his shirt and thrust him upwards, so that his face was now directed at his bulging biceps. Cross looked at Logan, who knew what to do.
He began worshiping these arms, kissing and massaging them. As he did, he felt his cock leaking, straining against the jockstrap he was wearing. Cross also noticed that.
"Duhuhuh, you like a man putting you in your place." he said as he cupped Logan's package in his hand. "You fucking faggot--"
Logan's work phone started ringing. Cross didn't react, still looking menacingly at Logan, who groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Ugh, fuck." He looked at the other man leaning over him. "Okay Cross, time out. Gotta take care of this." Sergeant's demeanor suddenly changed. He quickly got off of Logan and stood next to the bed, his arm up in a salute. "Sir, yes sir."
Logan smirked. "Glad we understand each other. Now go and do the laundry while I take care of this" he ordered the other man, who saluted him again and left the bedroom with a "Yes, Chief!"
Logan answered the phone. It was just a boring call from corporate that could have been an e-mail, but wasn't unfortunately.
It's been just under a month since Cross became a fixed part of Logan's apartment and he still couldn't get enough of that man.
Their paths crossed when Logan's close friend complained to him about a cop that stopped her on her way to work even though she was driving under the speed limit, then went on to be an extremely sexist douchebag during the whole encounter.
So he pulled some strings at work and found a way inside their local police department, where he found the man himself - Sergeant Dylan Cross. 6'4, broad shoulders and chest, bulky arms and legs, that man was the poster child for the police force. And the local gym. Everything about him screamed "I have the power." So Logan decided to change that.
At first he only wanted some revenge. Get the cop under his control with some fancy hypnosis, then humiliate him and make him painfully aware of it. Give him a short but painful lesson about abusing his position and disappear.
But he couldn't get enough. There was something about this man that pulled Logan towards him, and he couldn't deny it. So he changed course. Cross was single and lived alone so the first part was easy. Logan had an apartment way too big for one person, thus he didn't have a problem fitting the cop in.
Then came the training. Over the course of a week Logan worked on Cross, making him completely obedient to him. Using the parts of his police training that found their way into his subconscious Logan made sure that Cross saw as his boss - a Chief with all the power.
With that out of the way, Cross became Logan's personal cop, taking care of everything he needed taken care of. That meant house chores, work-related stuff, providing security on business meetings and so on.
It didn't take long until Logan's attraction to Cross became inescapable. It also didn't take a genius to figure out that the macho cop was straight, but Logan was ready for a challenge. It took him surprisingly little effort to turn the officer from a heterosexual player into a bisexual who exclusively slept with men. And one man in particular.
Depending on Logan's mood Cross was his caring lover or aggressive dom. Logan found himself enjoying Cross's arrogant demeanor and so he made sure that the cop's original personality was always somewhere under the layers of conditioning, ready to be unleashed whenever Logan was horny enough.
Logan was still on the phone when he saw Cross standing in the entrance to the bedroom, hands behind his back, looking straight ahead. He looked at the cop and, knowing that it would take him a while to take care of this call, he made a motion with his hand as if he was lifting a dumbbell. Cross quickly understood, saluted Logan and walked over to his gym that Logan made him organize on the other side of the apartment.
Another 20 minutes later, and Logan was finally free. A few moments after he finished the call Cross came back, his body covered in sweat and his tank top wet and damp. "Sir, reporting after a 20 minute upper body session."
"Good job, officer" Logan answered, already feeling the smell of sweat fill his nostrils "We can now continue where we left off." Cross saluted again, before his expression changed to that of pure anger. He immediately moved over to where Logan was standing, then grabbed and pushed him onto the bed.
Logan watched as Cross took off his tank top, which he then threw on the bed next to him. The cop then walked up tot he bed, standing over Logan and looking at him with disgust. He dragged his hand over his sweaty stomach and let the sweat dropping from it cover Logan's face. "You fucking faggot. Can't get enough of me."
Logan's dick got hard immediately. He licked some of the sweat from his face as Cross leaned over him, putting his arm next to Logan's head. The cop took the tank laying on the bed and put it up to the smaller man's nose.
"Feel it bitch? That's the smell of a real man."
A Guard Programmed to Control and Obey
You are a part of the most important profession in this country. You are devoted to keeping this country safe and neutralizing every threat. You are grateful to be the agent of stability.
This is your calling. There is nothing else you'd want to do but this. This is your duty. Duty to the country, to its citizens. This is what you were born to do.
You keep the country safe, you keep the country pure and right. You spread the only correct ideas across the land, the tough arm of Falcon Security.
Falcon Security is where you are at your best. As our guard you keep people safe every shift. Hundreds of crimes prevented by guards like you, hundreds of criminals behind bars thanks to your steady convic-- error error
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error 502 /// EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN
SHUTDOWN
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REBOOTING
emergency protocol #36CON
YOU are Falcon Security.
Falcon Security OWNS YOU.
The company is ALWAYS CORRECT
You SERVE America.
You EXECUTE every order.
YOU are an officer.
A Falcon Security officer.
You DON'T EXIST outside of Falcon Security.
You THINK ONLY of serving the company.
execute order #535
SALUTE officer.
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Another Cop For The Collection
Brady groaned as he saw a police cruiser flashing lights behind him. He pulled over on the side of the road and waited for the cop to come to him. Why was he stopped at all? He was barely doing 10 miles above the speed limit. Hopefully, this wouldn't be one of these officers that follow absolutely every law completely to the letter.
He opened the window next to him and immediately knew this situation would turn in his favor. The cop was absolutely jacked. Bulky, tatted arms straining his uniform, a bulging chest and clearly defined legs. This was a true specimen of American Law Enforcement LLC.
"Licence and proof of insurance" the police officer barked at Brady, who reluctantly began searching for his documents.
"Did I do anything wrong, officer?" He responded playfully.
"You were driving at 64 mph on a 50 mph road. Licence and proof of insurance. Now." Brady rolled his eyes and gave the cop what he wanted. While the other man was checking his documents he took his phone, changed a few parameters and turned on the transmitter, then put it on his lap.
"Is everything alright, officer?" Brady asked innocently.
"Your documents seem okay. I have to check them in my vehicle. Stay here." The cop was about to leave when Brady looked at him and said.
"No. You will go to your cruiser and write me a simple warning. Then you will get into my car and sit in the passenger seat" he said authoritatively. The cop furrowed his brow, but didn't say anything and after a long moment his eyes unfocused and he quietly turned around and walked up to his car.
Brady waited, anticipation building inside him. This was going to be so much fun.
The officer came back.
"I will give you a warning, sir. Be more careful next time you drive here" Brady nodded quickly and watched as the cop walked around the car and without a word opened the door on the other side of his car and got in. He looked straight ahead.
"What is your name, officer?" He asked and the other man turned his head to look at him, his face blank.
"My name is officer Matthew Riley"
"Sir" Brady grinned
"My name is officer Matthew Riley, sir" the cop quickly picked up on what Brady wanted to hear.
"Good, Riley. Now salute me, as I am your superior". The officer's hand quickly sprung up and became fixed in the salute position. Brady leaned in and touched his flexed biceps. The hard muscles he felt under his hand felt insane. He put his head closer and sniffed Riley's armpit and arm. The masculine send filled his nostrils.
"Flex both arms, officer" Brady barked and the cop immediately obliged, his arms now in a double biceps pose.
He was getting high on all this power. Brady continued exploring Officer Riley's muscular body, his uniform shirt unbuttoned, revealing a pair of meaty pecs covered by a white tank top. Brady's hand quickly found his way on top of them and began grabbing them. Feeling all that brawn completely under his control made Brady get more and more brave with the officer.
"Kiss me, officer" the cop didn't wait a moment before leaning in to execute the order. He kissed passionately and aggressively, exactly like Brady wanted. He responded eagerly while also groping Riley's arms at the same time. He then felt the other man's thick cock.
"Get hard" he whispered into Riley's ear and his cock responded quickly, a big bulge forming in his pants. Brady began stroking it through the fabric.
He was going to have so much fun.