John stared inside. His heart beat fast at the sight that greeted him. It was a jail. A stark cell took up one corner of the room, thick bars separating the space from the rest of the room, with nothing but a metal cot and a toilet inside. Outside the cell there was a desk, a locker and a large cabinet.
So this was why Carter had wanted him to wear the uniform. John’s cock was thick and hard inside his breeches, pre-cum leaking from his tip and making his briefs wet and sticky.
Dropping him down to his feet, Carter waltzed over to the cabinet and pulled it open, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. Peering over his wide shoulder John saw a whole array of police themed equipment inside the cabinet, with everything from batons, to tasers to what looked like pepper spray neatly tucked away, and John wondered exactly what Carter was planning.
He didn’t have to wait long to find out. Carter turned around and charged at John with a burst of speed that had John scrambling back in surprise. Before he knew what had happened John found himself on his front, Carter straddling his legs and pulling his arms behind his back, locking the cuffs around his wrists.
“Your safeword is red, got it?” Carter asked, standing up and pulling John to his feet. He marched John over to the bars of the cell, pushing him into the cold metal and holding him fast with one broad hand on his back.
“Got it,” John said, a little nervous. He looked up over his shoulder, the sight of Carter grinning down at him with a practically evil grin making him shudder.
“Good.” Carter’s voice was a low growl. He pressed his body against John’s, large hands reaching around his waist and unhooking his belt. Carter yanked the belt off—equipment and everything—and promptly pushed John’s breeches down to his boots.
John felt incredibly vulnerable, but also mightily turned on by how easily Carter was able to take charge and dominate him. Carter held him in place like it was nothing, and John loved it.
“You look good like this,” Carter breathed into John’s neck, spreading his legs and bending his knees so that he could press his face into the crook of John’s shoulder. John’s breath hitched as Carter opened his jaw and scraped his teeth over John’s sensitive skin.
John pushed his hands back, finding the bulge in Carter’s leather pants and squeezing it with both hands. It was awkward, his hands cuffed and Carter’s body pressing into his, but he managed and Carter let out a groan of pleasure.
“That feels so good,” Carter said, thrusting his hips and grinding his bulge into John’s kneading hands. “Working my cock like a little slut.”
John’s own cock was throbbing with need, pressing between the bars of the cell and leaking up a storm. Carter’s words made it twitch, making the string of pre-cum dangling from his cock sway.
“Turn around,” Carter ordered suddenly, stepping away. John obeyed, watching as Carter stripped off his jacket and let it fall to the floor. The werewolf grinned, licking his lips and groping his massive bulge shamelessly, before bending down and sliding John’s nightstick out of the loop on his belt. He locked eyes with John as he rose back to his full height. “You ever had this up your ass?”
The question sent a jolt through John’s body and he shook his head. The thought had never even occurred to him.
“Well. That’s a shame,” Carter mused, a lusty look in his eye. He gripped the handle of the black length, slapping the other end down on his palm like he was testing its weight. “We’ll have to do something about that. Open up.”
John blinked, confused, understanding hitting him when Carter lifted the nightstick to his mouth and pressed the blunt, hard end to his lips. Opening up, John allowed the werewolf to press the nightstick into his mouth, managing to take three inches before he gagged and pulled away.
Carter tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Did I tell you to stop?”
John shook his head. He moved forward, mouth open, and closed his lips around the outstretched nightstick. For a minute Carter just held it there, one hand on his crotch rubbing his bulge, but then he started pushing it inside.
John gagged when the unyielding length pressed against the back of his throat, but he didn’t pull away. He forced himself to stay where he was, trying desperately to control his gag reflex.
“That’s a good boy,” Carter said, pulling the nightstick away and licking his lips. “Now turn around and bend over. I think it’s time we did a cavity search.”
Face burning, John turned around and bent over. He leaned against the bars of the cell for balance, his cuffed hands making it difficult to keep from falling. The fact that his breeches were bunched up around the top of his boots didn’t help matters either.
“You’ve got a beautiful hole,” Carter said, crouching down behind him. He pressed the tip of the nightstick against John’s ass, making him gasp. It was cold and wet, and it felt bigger than he’d thought it would.
Carter pushed it inside with no warning.
“Ugh!” John grunted out, his hole clenching around the intruder. It stretched him open and made his balls pull tight in pleasure. A meaty hand landed on his ass, pulling his left cheek to the side to expose his hole, and John grit his teeth at the mix of stinging pain and blinding pleasure.
“Look at you taking that baton up your ass like a good little slut,” Carter growled, jabbing the nightstick forward and fucking it in and out with vicious little thrusts. With only spit to lube the way the burn was much worse than it could have been.
Carter kept on fucking him for several minutes, opening up and making him whine in pained pleasure, before yanking the nightstick out and letting it fall to the floor. John braced for whatever was going to happen next. Carter grabbed his cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled them apart to expose his hole. John could feel it gaping, the cold air hitting his sore rim and making him flinch.
“Look at that,” Carter said, sounding awed. The werewolf leaned in, and John let out a cry of pleasure as he felt a wet tongue lapping over his hole.
Fuck that felt good.
Hands groping his ass in a bruising grip, John let his weight lean against the bars of the cell as Carter ate out his ass. His face was smashed up against the bars, the hard metal digging into his cheek and forehead, but that was nothing compared to the way Carter was fucking into his ass with his tongue.
The werewolf was going to town. He pushed his face into John’s ass, licking up and down his crack, slobbering his way down John’s taint and pressing into his balls like an eager pig snorting for truffles. It was dirty and shameless and John loved every second of it.
