Fontana's Unlawful Arrest

The metro's dim, echoing tunnels resonated with the clanking of Fontana's heavy boots as he stalked his prey. The young man, cornered and anxious, tried to hide his growing erection. Fontana, sensing the boy's fear and desire, growled, "You're under arrest." He roughly spun the youth around, pushing him face-first into the graffiti-covered wall. Fontana's handcuffs clicked shut, binding the boy's wrists. The cop's breath was hot on the youth's neck as he whispered, "You're coming with me, little pervert." The boy's whimpers mixed with the distant rumble of an approaching train, the air thick with the scent of sex and danger.

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