In the dimly lit office, the thief's heart pounds as he's cornered by two imposing, uniformed men. Their hands, like vice grips, hold his head still as they force their thick, veiny cocks past his lips. He struggles, but their grip is unyielding. His eyes water as he's forced to take them deep, feeling his throat stretch to accommodate their size. The officers' grunts of pleasure fill the room, drowned out only by the wet sounds of his desperate, sloppy attempts to please them.