“Uh huh,” Cold grunted. “And?”
“And having a cock that exceeds the city sanctioned size ordinance,” Jimmy went on, aiming for sultry even as the handcuffs went flying off from his hand and clattered on the floor.
Cold peered over the edge of his newspaper as he watched Jimmy scramble to pick them up with a small smirk.
Jimmy pretended as if nothing had happened, holding his head high as he declared, “You’re going downtown with me, Mr. Legrand.”
“Well,Officer,” Cold said as he folded up his newspaper, “I must inform you that I have no intention of going quietly.”
“Mmm, I was hoping you’d say that.” Jimmy giggled, trying to stay in character and failing miserably.
“I bet you were,” Cold teased back, a flicker of a smile curling his lips.
Jimmy had been reading about role-playing and dress-up in his ever growing online research for his lessons. A simple search for handcuffs had soon evolved into a very specific fantasy, one that they were going to act out today complete with a cheesy cop uniform, cuffs, and a small police baton strapped into his belt.
Jimmy went to grab for Cold’s wrist, clearing his throat as he said, “I’m going to have to book you on resisting arrest—”
“You’ll never take me in,” Cold hissed, flipping Jimmy effortlessly onto the sofa and pinning him down on his back. “Do you not know who I am, my precious little piggy? Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”
Jimmy gasped, trying to push Cold off of him, but found there was no way to move out from beneath him. The press of his firm body was already getting him excited, but he protested weakly, “No one is above the law, Boss Cold!”
“Mmmm, is that so,” Cold hummed, smiling wickedly. “I seem to be on top of the law right now...” he rolled his hips down, “...and he seems to be enjoying it.”
“N-no,” Jimmy argued, struggling to free one of his arms and push Cold away. “I’m just, uhm, really focused on arresting you.”
“And I’m really focused on the idea of fucking you,” Cold drawled in a sinfully smooth tone, skillfully plucking Jimmy’s handcuffs from his belt and slapping them on his wrists in one quick motion.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jimmy squeaked, panting and grinning in awe.
Cold winked, but continued to stay in character as he went on, “Perhaps we can work something out, Officer. You seem rather reasonable, and I assure you that I can be quite convincing...”
Jimmy gasped as Cold slid a hand down to palm his stiffening cock through the thin material of his costume, and he jerked up against his palm as he sought more friction. “I st-still need to take you in,” he mumbled. “You’re a criminal.”
“You’re an officer of the law, and yet, here you are, writhing beneath me.” Cold chuckled, his lips grazing over Jimmy’s ear. “So very hard for me...”
“That’s just my nightstick,” Jimmy countered and wiggled defiantly.
“Is it?” Cold’s fingers walked up to the fly of Jimmy’s pants and drew down his zipper. “Let’s see, shall we.”
Jimmy gurgled and tugged at the handcuffs, groaning as Cold’s fingertips teased along the shaft of his cock. He was achingly erect, already wet, and his head was already dizzied by the arousal from their play thus far.
“This would appear to not be a nightstick,” Cold taunted huskily, reaching down to cup Jimmy’s balls and squeeze.
“God,” Jimmy gasped, pushing up against Cold. “Fuck, just touch me, please!”
“Mmm, you tried to arrest me just moments ago,” Cold pointed out, refusing to give Jimmy anything more than feathery teases. “Why should I give you anything at all?”
“I’ll, I’ll get the charges dropped!” Jimmy tried, his eyes pleading with Cold.
“In exchange for?”
“Your cock!” Jimmy exclaimed desperately.
“That is quite a deal,” Cold mused, seeming to think it over as he pulled away from Jimmy. He got him up to his feet and led him back toward the bedroom as he asked, “You’d really be willing to break the law for me?”
“For your cock,” Jimmy replied immediately, following along like an obedient puppy. “I’ll do anything.”
Humming softly, Cold connected Jimmy’s handcuffs to a bit of chain he’d attached to the hook in the ceiling. It was just short enough to keep Jimmy’s hands above his head, and the chains made the most marvelous tinkling sound when he tugged on them.
