Sexy Saturday 02/08/2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Here is another one from the Kinktober vault! A tasty bit of role-playing for Boss Cold and Jimmy and very inappropriate use of a nightstick! Enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW/DP/object insertion/bondage


“Roderick Legrand, you’re under arrest!”

Cold didn’t even bat an eye, calmly inquiring, “And the charges?”

“Looking way too good in three piece suits,” Jimmy replied, coyly swinging a set of handcuffs around on his finger. “It’s a public safety hazard because you’re too damn distracting.”

“Uh huh,” Cold drawled. “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 sternly 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. It had soon evolved into a very specific fantasy, one that they were going to act out today complete with a cheesy cop uniform, handcuffs, 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. “Do you not know who I am, my precious little piggy?”

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, protesting weakly, “No one is above the law, Boss Cold!”

“Mmmm,” Cold hummed sweetly, smiling wickedly down at him. “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 purred 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 slyly, but continued to stay on point, continuing, “Perhaps we can work something out, officer. 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, jerking up against his palm as he sought more friction. “I st-still need to take you in,” he mumbled weakly. “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, wiggling defiantly.

“Is it?” Cold asked curiously, fingers walking up to the fly of Jimmy’s pants and slowly drawing 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, his head dizzied by the arousal of their play thus far.

“This would appear to not be a nightstick,” Cold taunted huskily, reaching down to cup Jimmy’s balls and softly squeeze.

“God,” Jimmy gasped, pushing up against Cold as he whined. “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 pleaded.

“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, leading him back towards 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.”

Cold hummed softly, connecting 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.

Cold circled Jimmy slowly, a predator hunting his beautiful prey, his gaze hungry as he looked over his potential meal for the evening.

Jimmy shivered, pulling 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, sighing 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 fuck, 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, groaning when Cold paused to examine his nipples.

Cold pinched each one, 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 gesturing for him to step out of them.

Cold kicked them out of the way when he was done, passing his hands along Jimmy’s bare ass and hips, teasing, “No undergarments? Dirty little piggy.”

Jimmy bit back another groan, closing his eyes as Cold fondled his balls and stroked his cock. The leather felt so good and wonderfully erotic, agreeing, “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 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. Just, mmmm, please, please fuck me.”

Cold’s only response was a throaty chuckle, stepping away to retrieve something. Jimmy knew the sound that came next without even looking, the click of a lubricant bottle being opened. He wiggled when Cold’s fingers returned to his hole, warm and wet, but still not pressing inside.

Cold spread his cheeks wide, 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, whining as the cool plastic slid along his hard cock and around his hip. “God,” he moaned desperately. “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, hard, circling around Jimmy’s hole. Cold’s cock was much bigger, but the plastic felt unnatural and cruel, Jimmy panting softly 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 little deeper, allowed a few shallow thrusts before pulling it back out.

Jimmy grunted, whining 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, purring, “You like this, don’t you? Being humiliated, toyed with?”

“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, moaning louder at the rough slams.

He couldn’t stop crying, trying to savor the burn of the baton fucking his hole so savagely, wishing to God that Cold would actually jerk him off instead of petting his cock so softly.

Cold twisted the nightstick until Jimmy screamed, squeezing his cock as he taunted, “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, gasping, “Both! I want both!”

“Why, Officer Poe,” Cold purred 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!”

Cold ignored him as he always did, not making any move to advance until he was satisfied that Jimmy was open enough. He removed his fingers at last, his cock taking their place and sliding in next to the nightstick.

Jimmy whimpered, so full, so tight, inhaling slowly as he lost himself in the incredible sensation. Cold’s gloved fingers grabbed his cock as he thrusted in and Jimmy screamed out in bliss, shuddering as he came instantly.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he wailed, gasping as the nightstick vanished and Cold’s cock took over his stretched and aching ass. It was almost too much, his body tensing and fighting, groaning loudly when he felt Cold’s hot load gushing inside of him. “Fuck… Rod…”

“That’s ‘Boss Cold’ to you,” Cold corrected playfully, kissing the back of Jimmy’s neck with a low chuckle.

“I didn’t want to come that fast,” Jimmy pouted. “I wanted to keep going.”

“Well,” Cold began thoughtfully, “perhaps a shower, something to eat, and Officer Poe can visit again.”

“Yeah?” Jimmy perked up, asking coyly. “Maybe I can put the cuffs on you this time?”

Cold laughed softly, teasing, “Mmm, well, it’ll certainly be fun to let you try.”

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