Cold circled Jimmy, a predator hunting his beautiful prey, his gaze hungry as he looked over his potential meal for the evening.
Jimmy shivered and pulled against the unforgiving clamp of steel around his wrists. He was struggling to keep the game going, begging, “Please, Boss Cold. I’ll do anything you want!”
“Oh, you’re going to do that anyway,” Cold chuckled wickedly, sliding on a pair of black leather gloves. “But first, I need to search you. After all, this could be a trick. Who knows what you might be hiding under that little uniform?”
Jimmy’s breath hitched up in the back of his throat, and he moaned quietly as Cold’s gloved fingers stroked through his hair and behind his ears. Down his neck they went, checking his collar and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
He knew this was a simple search, all part of the game, but it was incredibly hot. The way Cold touched him, firm and commanding, always got his blood pumping. The sensation of the cool leather made him twitch, and he groaned when Cold paused to examine his nipples.
Cold pinched each one, clearly enjoying Jimmy’s gasps and whines, before continuing down to his pants. He kept the plastic utility belt on, but pulled Jimmy’s pants down and gestured for him to step out of them.
Cold neatly folded them and set them aside when he was done, passing his hands along Jimmy’s bare ass and hips. “No undergarments? What a dirty little piggy.”
Jimmy bit back a loud groan, closing his eyes as Cold fondled his balls and stroked his cock. The leather felt so good and wonderfully erotic, and he heartily agreed, “Very fucking dirty.”
Cold traced a single finger down between Jimmy’s cheeks, finding his hole and rubbing against it. “I half expected you to be prepped,” he snorted, “with the way you are begging for my cock.”
“I want it,” Jimmy pleaded, rocking back into Cold’s gloved hand. “Please, Boss Cold. I’ll be so good for you. I can be so fuckin’ good. Just, mmmm, please, please fuck me.”
Cold’s only response was a throaty chuckle, and he stepped away to retrieve something. Jimmy knew the sound that came next without even looking: the click of a lubricant bottle being opened. He squirmed when Cold’s fingers returned to his hole, warm and wet, but still not pressing inside.
Cold spread his cheeks, his thumbs pushing in just at the very edge of his rim. “Mmm, it is a lovely little hole, Officer,” he praised, “but I fear my cock isn’t going to fit just yet.”
Jimmy shuddered when he saw Cold’s hand going for the nightstick on his belt, and he whined as the cool plastic slid along his hard cock and around his hip. “God,” he moaned, “that’s not, that’s not a toy!”
“Anything is a toy if I say it is,” Cold replied smugly. “This baton, your ass, your mouth... all little toys for me to play with at my leisure. Now, lean forward and arch that pretty little ass up for me.”
Jimmy’s heart was pounding so hard that he swore it was trying to crawl up his throat. He arched his back, presenting himself as best as he could given the restraints that held him.
The nightstick was cold and hard, circling around Jimmy’s hole. Cold’s cock was much bigger, but the plastic felt unnatural and cruel, and Jimmy whined when he felt the tip start to push inside of him.
“Isn’t this a sight,” Cold purred nastily. “My pretty little piggy getting fucked with his own baton.” He pushed the nightstick a bit deeper, allowing a few shallow thrusts before pulling it back out.
Jimmy grunted, whimpering when he felt Cold’s leather fingers pushing at his hole, testing the stretch.
“Still so tight,” Cold sighed, immediately sliding the nightstick back in, deeper now. He reached around to squeeze Jimmy’s balls and the base of his cock as he fucked him, taunting, “You like this, don’t you? Being humiliated, toyed with like a little plaything?”
“Yes,” Jimmy cried, moaning at the sudden depth the nightstick was now at. It was so much skinnier than Cold’s massive cock, but quite longer than he had first realized. Jimmy’s ass ached as Cold pushed it deeper and deeper, and he moaned louder at the rough slams.
He couldn’t stop crying, trying to savor the burn of the baton savagely fucking his hole, wishing to God that Cold would actually jerk him off instead of petting his cock so softly.
Cold twisted the nightstick until Jimmy cried out, and he squeezed his cock. “You’re so close, aren’t you, little piggy? Gonna come on your own little baton?”
Jimmy couldn’t think straight, his balls tight and aching for release, nodding as he whimpered, “Yes! Please, Boss Cold! Let me come!”
“Thought you wanted my cock?” Cold asked with a wry smile, his gloved fingers dancing up the shaft of Jimmy’s dick.
“I do! Mmmph... I want... fuuu-uck!” Jimmy sobbed, tugging at the cuffs as he struggled to make a decision. His body was seconds away from deciding for him, as he gasped, “Both! I want both!”
“Why, Officer Poe,” Cold said breathlessly, withdrawing his hands, “you are a filthy slut, aren’t you.”
“Yes,” Jimmy nodded, flashing hot with shame. “Now, please... fuck me. Please!”
“Patience,” Cold crooned, adding more lube and pulling the nightstick out to give Jimmy some much needed relief. He left only a few inches inside, working a smooth gloved finger along the edge of his hole. It slid in, thrusting hard as he worked to stretch out Jimmy’s hole.
Oh, that hurt, fuck. Jimmy hissed, breathing quickly as he waited for the burn to pass. Cold was always so patient, so careful, and it didn’t take long before a second finger was pushing in alongside the nightstick.
Jimmy was a panting mess, rocking back as he insisted, “Please! I’m ready!”
