“Oh, hmm, that’s how it would appear,” Cold said with a dramatic pout, holding his cuffed hands up in apparent defeat. “You’ve finally done it, Officer Poe. You’ve caught me.”
As a reward for acing his finals, Cold had offered another round of role-play, and Jimmy couldn’t possibly resist revisiting this fantasy. The cop costume was cheap and hokey, but Jimmy was doing his absolute best to sell it.
Jimmy beamed proudly, his hands wandering over Cold’s chest and tugging at the buttons of his jacket. “Now, I can make sure that justice will be served.”
Cold cleared his throat, asking, “Does the prisoner get any last requests?”
“Depends on what the prisoner asks for,” Jimmy huffed as he adjusted his plastic utility belt.
“A drink,” Cold replied innocently. “I’m feeling a little parched.”
“Sure.” Jimmy blinked at the seemingly simple task. “I can get you something. Uhm... Water should be good enough for the likes of you! But no ice!”
“Thank you, Officer,” Cold said sweetly.
Jimmy turned to approach the liquor cabinet to get a glass. His hand reached out for the door when Cold suddenly grabbed him from behind. He yelped in surprise, grunting as Cold pushed him up against the bedroom wall. “What! How the hell?”
“Do you really think I’d ever let you put me in cuffs if I couldn’t get out of them?” Cold chuckled darkly, twisting Jimmy’s arm behind his back to hold him in place.
“Shit,” Jimmy mumbled, struggling furiously against Cold’s iron grip.
“I fear that you may have miscalculated the situation,” Cold teased.
“Oh, yeah?” Jimmy snapped. “We’ll see about that, Boss Cold!”
Cold was too damn strong, and Jimmy was completely helpless to fight back. The more he struggled, the hotter he felt, and his cock was soon straining in his uniform pants.
Cold deftly used his free hand to cup Jimmy’s erection, squeezing hard as he teased, “Why, Officer Poe... if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying this.”
“Just a little,” Jimmy giggled, breaking character as Cold continued to stroke him. Hegroaned. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Cold gave Jimmy’s pinned arm a small twist to remind him of the game they were playing, although Jimmy swore he heard him laughing under his breath.
“Right! I mean, no!” Jimmy argued, wiggling in protest. “Get your filthy criminal hands off of me!”
“I think you like this,” Cold taunted. “Breaking the law, being a bad boy...”
“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jimmy argued fiercely.
“Oh, no,” Cold chuckled. “It’s not very nice to lie, Officer Poe.”
“I’m not lying!” Jimmy continued to fight. “Mmph, I can’t stand the sight of you, you rotten crook.”
“Come now,” Cold said with a click of his tongue. “You’d love it if I fucked you right here, wouldn’t you?”
Jimmy gulped, his cock betraying him and throbbing beneath Cold’s nimble fingers. “No! Maybe! Uhm, shit.”
“I should search you for weapons first. Can’t be too careful.” Cold moved to unbutton Jimmy’s pants, sliding them down and petting his bare ass. He leaned close, lips dancing at Jimmy’s ear as he growled, “Mmmm... spread ‘em.”
Gasping, Jimmy parted his legs as commanded. He groaned as Cold found his hole already slick and open in preparation of their play and pressed two fingers firmly inside.
“Nothing so far,” Cold tutted. “Mmm, I should probably keep searching, just to be sure.”
Jimmy’s head lightly smacked against the wall as Cold’s fingers pushed even deeper inside of him.
“Nothing at all, huh,” Cold played at being surprised. “And here I thought you were a naughty little piggy.”
Jimmy groaned at the relentlessly rough fingering, hissing, “You won’t find anything! What are you doing? Trying to plant evidence on me, Boss Cold?”
