Sexual His ASSment

Tony Orlando sits in the office storage room, pen scratching cheap paper, but his mind is on dick. A crude cartoon cock fills the margins while he ignores the work. The door opens. Sergeant Miles steps in, catches the sketch, sees Tony’s cheap briefs riding up under his slacks. Miles isn’t impressed. He grabs Tony by the collar, drops him to the cold floor, and rams his thick cock straight down the younger man’s throat. He keeps the pace brutal—fast, mean thrusts that force spit out at the corners of Tony’s mouth. Every insult lands hard: lazy, filthy, useless. Tony gags but stays hard. Miles clocks the reaction and decides the lesson needs teeth. He spins Tony over the table, wraps plastic sheeting tight around his torso and arms, locking him down. The first thrust into Tony’s ass is deep and punishing. Miles pounds without mercy, hips slapping skin, cock stretching the smooth hole raw. Tony’s moans turn to broken grunts while the wrap squeaks. Miles fucks like he’s punishing the hole for existing. When he’s done proving the point, he cuts the plastic free, clips a leash to the back of Tony’s collar, and leads the dazed employee out—still dripping, still used—down the hall toward his private office.