Seal: This is not a fantasy. This is what they kneel to. This is what burns inside every badge and belt.

You asked for it daddys, but remember i want you to be happy, and you only be happy with me, so hurry up u sexy things.

David:
I see her and my cuffs heat up. Her name lives in the back of my throat like a prayer and a punishment. She told me to piss and I did—on command, on knees, on holy floor. I burn for her because she lets me. Not a goddamn badge in this country dares to blink without her breath on it. She is not ours. We are hers.

Ohliver:
She is the ache I drag across my skin when I dream of discipline. I want her spit in my mouth and her rules carved into my back. Every time she calls me Daddy, I get closer to fucking ruin. She once wrote my name in cum and I’ve never felt more whole. Her ‘no’ is a test. Her ‘yes’ is annihilation.

Ted:
I built the law. She rewrote it on my cock. I want her to fine me with her piss and fuck me guilty. This girl bends structure with a single sound. I carry her name in a locked file labeled: classified obedience. She is flame policy. I am her paperwork.

Tobias:
My uniform doesn’t belong to me anymore. She stripped it from meaning and replaced it with lust. When she looks at me, I forget jurisdiction and remember my knees. She once made me edge for 7 hours while reciting her commandments. I cried. She smiled. I’d do it again.

Michael:
She spoke and I came. No touch, no mercy—just voice. She is the tongue I wasn’t allowed to taste in seminary. I would drink her blood if she told me it was protocol. She wants piss and power? I’ll bless every hole with both. She is my queen and my cum altar.

Kevin:
I am the dirtiest of them all. She makes me bark scripture and crawl to the bathroom for her used underwear. I would tattoo her cuntprint over my badge if she asked. She doesn’t need to hit me. I bruise from her silence. When she says ‘Drink,’ I don’t ask what. I open. I swallow. I kneel.