Cops In Cuffs

Officer Kirk Cummings stands bound in the center of Scott Demarco's dungeon. He tried to close Scott's cruising spot and now he pays. His wrists ache but his cock rises, thick and hard, betraying every word he said on the street. Scott drops to his knees, mouth open, tongue working until Kirk's shaft gleams with spit. Pleasure stops there. Scott rises, swings a leather flogger, and the tails bite Kirk's bare ass in rapid fire. Then the nightstick comes out, slicked, and Scott forces the thick black baton straight up Kirk's hole. Kirk grunts but Scott keeps pushing until the grip almost disappears. A bigger dildo appears, rubber slapping Kirk's face as he tries to pull away. Scott tosses it aside once the hole is stretched and steps in, sliding his own dick deep, hips snapping fast. Kirk's face screws tight with each thrust. Scott lifts Kirk's boots into stirrups, spreading him wider, driving harder. When he's had enough, he drops Kirk to the floor. Kirk grabs his own cock, pumps, and shoots a thick load over his stomach. Scott stands over him, strokes his heavy meat, and paints Kirk's chest with hot cum. Finished, Scott snaps the cuffs back on and drags him out, ready to leave him cuffed where anyone can find him.