The straight boy, handcuffed to the table, watches as the cop, a god among men, slowly unbuttons his uniform, revealing inch after inch of chiseled, vascular flesh. "You like what you see, boy?" the cop growls, flexing his pecs and biceps, his cocky grin widening as the boy's eyes widen in appreciation. The cop continues to taunt him, running his hands over his massive, ripped body, enjoying the power he holds over the straight boy, who's struggling to maintain his composure and his innocence.