Chain of Command (Patreon)

Character: David Martinez

Teaser: Night City doesn't care how good you are. It cares what's wired into your spine. When a corporate Inspector comes to audit David's cyberware, the paperwork says he can refuse - and the part David can't explain, even to himself, is that he never does. Cold lights, steel table, cables plugged straight into his spine, and a gloved hand that never touches him more than the regulations allow. Until the regulations run out. Then the Sandevistan takes over, time slows to a crawl, and every nerve he owns lights up cyan with nowhere to go.

What happens: the mandatory inspection, standing at attention with a cable in his spine port · strapped to the steel table while the monitor charts his nerves in red · pinned face-down, one arm twisted behind his back · taken from behind against the clinic wall, cables swinging · on his knees with a cock down his throat and a gloved hand in his hair · the Inspector's face buried in his sweaty armpit, inhaling · folded back in a mating press while the graph spikes · cum on his face, and the Inspector holding out the signed form · alone afterwards in the braindance chair: overclocked, steaming, sniffing his own skin · strapped down, bound, plugged in, coming until his eyes roll · riding the Inspector in the chair · Sandevistan on in a neon alley, one cum arc hanging in slowed time · and the last shot, from behind: the cable pulled out, one glance over the shoulder, satisfied