Guard Chris Damned, muscular and imposing, apprehends young Kai Masters, suspecting him of petty theft. In the cramped interrogation room, Chris demands answers, his intense gaze fixed on Kai's nervous eyes. Kai, a twink with a lean, smooth body, squirms under Chris' scrutiny, his hard-on straining against his tight jeans. Chris notices, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's get comfortable," he growls, unbuckling his belt. Kai, desperate and horny, agrees, dropping to his knees. He takes Chris' massive cock into his mouth, gagging slightly as it hits the back of his throat. Chris grips Kai's hair, fucking his mouth roughly. "You like that, don't you?" he grunts. Kai nods, his own cock throbbing. Chris pulls him up, spins him around, and bends him over the table. He spits on Kai's hole, rubbing it in with his thumb before pushing his cock inside. Kai gasps, his hands scrabbling for purchase as Chris begins to pound into him, their bodies slapping together in a sweat-soaked rhythm.