Weekend Lockup - Enhanced

Al Parker cruised the back roads, tension building until he couldn't hold back. He pulled over, stepped out, and unzipped. His hand wrapped around his thick, veiny shaft, stroking hard and fast under the open sky. Relief washed over him—until flashing lights pierced the dusk. A stern policeman strode up, eyes locking on Parker's exposed length, impossible to ignore. 'Indecent exposure,' the cop growled, cuffs snapping shut. They hauled him off, his cock still throbbing, defiant. In the chill of the jail cell, two guards stripped him bare. Clothes vanished, dignity followed suit. They locked the door, leaving him shivering on the bunk, skin prickling in the cold air. Morning came with a rigid erection tenting the thin blanket. An officer unlocked the bars, gaze sharpening on the bulge. Curiosity turned to command. He stepped inside, hand reaching out. Soon, his burly, hairy partner joined, door clicking shut behind him. The air thickened with hunger. Parker dropped to his knees, lips parting to take the first cock deep. He sucked with urgent rhythm, tongue swirling veins, while rough hands guided his head. Then they bent him over, one thrusting into his mouth, the other claiming his ass—deep, relentless strokes that blurred the line between punishment and ecstasy. Parker surrendered fully, body arching, moans echoing off stone walls. In this raw tangle of flesh and power, every forbidden urge ignited.