In the throes of a forbidden fantasy, Joshua Armstrong, a ripped cop, finds himself alone in the locker room, his uniform still on. The leather creaks with each movement, a symphony of his arousal. He unzips his fly, his massive, veiny cock springing free. He strokes it slowly, his mind racing with images of power and submission. He's back on the streets, a bodybuilder in leather, the object of desire for every gay man he passes. He imagines the tight, wet heat of a mouth around his cock, the sensation of a tight ass squeezing his dick. He wanks harder, his breath ragged, until he can't hold back any longer, releasing a torrent of cum onto the locker room floor.