You pull up in front of me in your police cruiser, lights flashing. My escape is blocked. Your eyes look angry as you step out of the vehicle, nightstick in hand.
"You vandalized City Hall?" You demand.
"I redecorated."
Your lips purse at my smartass remark. "Hands on the hood, legs spread." You order.
I laugh. "Yeah right, what's a little thing like you going to..." my words get cutoff as the breath is knocked out of me and I find myself on my knees in front of you.
"OK, hands behind your head then" you order and grab my arm roughly to slap the cuffs on me.
"Ow! Hey you can't..."
"You're going to tell me the law?!?" You snarl furiously at me.
"No pig you're supposed to know the l..." Again, you don't let me finish my smartass remark. Instead I find myself gagged.
"You're going to shut your dirty mouth. I don't want to hear another word out of you!"
"Mmmfffmmmm!" I try to mouth off at you but am unable due to the gag.
You take me into the station, book me and process me, removing the gag to do so. Wherever we walk, you roughly push me ahead of you. You poke me with your nightstick to steer me. You lock me in a cell, but before you go, you look at me, walk over to me and cuff my hands to the bed. You smile as you put the gag back in my mouth. There is something in your eyes, delight maybe? And without a word you leave me like that.
It seems like hours pass. It is very late and I lie uncomfortably on the bed. I awake to the clatter of you walking toward my cell, allowing your nightstick to smack each bar you pass. The clatter is loud and jarring. Finally you reach my cell door, open it, and step inside. You uncuff my hands from the bed then cuff them behind my back. This time, you are deliberate without being rough. You step back.
"Stand" you order quietly. Your head and face are looking straight ahead. Only your eyes are directed downward at me. I cannot tell if you are smiling. Your lips are full and always seem to have a hint of a smile, but your eyes... Your eyes seem, hungry?
"Gulp" escapes me as I look at you and obey your simple order.
Without moving your head, your eyes look me up and down. They scrutinize me, lingering where my cock rests inside my pants. Finally you move. You walk a slow circle around me, poking at me with your nightstick, occasionally slapping it against your other hand.
You stop your circling in front of me and look up at my face. With the end of the nightstick, you push it down my pants, using it to pry the waist out and away from body. With your other hand you reach inside my pants and I feel your hand slide over my cock. Your touch sends an electric charge through me. My cock throbs briefly in your hand as it slowly begins to fill with blood. Your eyes never leave mine as you do this.