Cops In Cuffs

Helpless and hog-tied, Officer Kirk Cummings thrashes against the ropes and gets nowhere. Scott Demarco steps in, boots loud on the floor. He watches the cop fight, lips twitching into a slow smirk. In his hand a fat dildo sits fixed to a long steel handle. He drags the blunt head across Kirk’s mouth, lets it slide along the lips, then pushes it in. Kirk’s jaw opens wider as Scott works the toy deeper, coating it with spit. When it drips, Scott pulls it free and angles it behind the officer. The slick head nudges Kirk’s tight ring, then presses. Kirk strains, muscles locked, but the pressure wins and the thick toy sinks in. Scott gives short, brutal jabs, spreading him, working the rim until it yields. Then he draws the wet length back to Kirk’s face, forces the dildo between his teeth again. “Taste it,” he growls. With the taste still on Kirk’s tongue, Scott grabs both boots, lifts the cop’s legs high, and drives the dildo in again—harder, faster. Every thrust pins Kirk to the floor, leather creaking, steel rod flashing, the only sounds are boots, breath, and the wet slap of the toy claiming him.