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Leland cursed and bared his teeth against where you had him bound against the fencing, wriggling and pulling against the unbudging chain link and his own handcuffs you'd pilfered from him. You simply smiled back, goggles down to give you a clear view of his struggles (you had the batteries to spare), as you tapped Jenny against the pavement contemplatively.
"Usually the roles are reversed, aren't they Officer?" Though his eyes were still covered by his glasses you got your satisfaction from the way his lip curled into an angry snarl,trying to push himself up from his knees uselessly with the way he was still chained up. “Once I get outta this shit yer’ gonna wish I’d kill your thief ass!” You couldn’t stop your laugh at that line, stepping forward to slam Jenny between his spread legs, pulse picking up at the way he twitched closer in anticipation of the shock. You kept the rod just far enough to keep the sparks from licking at his clothes, but Leland almost seemed disappointed at the lack of contact, despite how hard he was fighting against you.
“I’m so scared Sargeant! So scared of a man who can’t even get outta his own cuffs!” Lelands whole body jolted as you finally connected Jenny to the inner meat of his thigh, buffered slightly by the starched denim of his pants, but still strong enough to have him trembling. He bit down hard on his lip, body twitching as the pleasurable shocks pulsed through him, but not willing to swallow his pride and give you that satisfaction of crying out. Behind your goggles he couldn’t see the sadistic glint his stubbornness was just begging to bring out of you.
“Oh..oh no…maybe I underestimated you…” Lelands face twisted into a wolfish grin as you pulled the rod back slightly, a bit too fried from his own electricity to realize the deception in your timid words as he opened his mouth to humiliate you for trying to stand up against him. The quick twitch of your hand is the only warning he receives before Jenny is nestled directly against his balls, humming away as his vision whites out and a desperate high pitched wailing fills his ears. As his vision begins fading back in, becoming more aware of his livewire sparked body, the ache in his throat begins to burn, high pitched noise dying out as he finally realizes where the pathetic sound had been coming from. Himself.
Lelands eyes are slow to focus back on your face, but if he already weren’t so ashamed of his weak reaction he would’ve immediately looked to the floor. You had pulled Jenny closer to your chest, her blue lights reflecting both off the black surface of your goggles and the whites of your teeth shown off in your hungry grin. “Gullible and a Masochist? Hell of a cop you are, can’t even stop one criminal without your fancy toy.” If his body weren’t still twitching from the electrostimulation, and his cock wasn’t straining so desperately against his pants from the pain, he would’ve spit an insult back at you, would’ve yanked himself off the fence and shoved you to the dirty ground of the parking garage and taught you where your place was beneath his boot.
You were in control here though, and he was much too weak both from the pleasure and the pain to regain that position now. “Too bad little finks like you don’t know what to do with that kinda…pow-ghg!” Another shock, this time against his bare abdomen slightly above where the head of his cock strained against his zipper, had his whole body curling around itself. His breathless pained grunt had arousal pooling in your own gut, but you needed to remain firm, at least until you’d broken him down a bit more.
“That wasn’t very nice Coyle, I think I deserve an apology.” You’d been quick on the shock to his balls, not ready to have him pass out, but you lingered against his stomach, also not willing to give up the view of seeing him spasm and seize against his own weapon. Leland looked mad enough to spit at you dropping his title, but just for a split second before you upped the amp on the shocks, sending his mind back into a fog of pained pleasure.
“How about this, since I’m not a shitty crooked cop like you, I’ll cut you a deal! You say you’re sorry, and ask me very, very nicely to fuck you, and I’ll forgive you, How about it?” Leland blinks his eyes back into hazy focus, unsure when they’d even slid shut, but another tap of Jenny slightly higher up on his chest has them rolling to the back of his head again. You let out a small tsk before pulling Jenny away from him, looking down at him with your best disapproving glare. The desperate, weak way he writhes to get closer to where you’d pulled Jenny away too almost breaks your resolve, but you keep it together as his panting slows slightly, and he rolls his head around to face you.
“...m sorry, let’s fuck?” You blink down at his uncharacteristically meek response incredulously before realizing there's no way he can see you with your goggles as they are, letting out a long suffering sigh before crouching down in front of his folded knees. You flick your goggles up before reaching towards his face, eyes narrowing at the way he weakly bared his teeth as you yank his shades off to meet his blood shot gaze. “You’re such a fucking brat. That was the most piss poor apology I’ve ever fucking heard and I said very, VERY nicely, that was barely any effort. I’ll give you one more try, and if you don’t put your whole ass into it, I’ll leave you here for Ex-pop to do whatever they want to you. Am I fucking clear?”
Even with the defiance burning in his exposed eyes, you knew from the nervous way his adams apple bobbed beneath his beard he was taking your threat seriously. He stayed quiet for a moment longer, face twisting bitterly as he seemed to mull over his options, before squaring his shoulders and looking the few inches up to make eye contact with you. “I’m sorry I…insulted yer’ power.” You were shocked that he’d bent, but you kept your poker face, staring him down as he swallowed again, seeming to contemplate a second time before casting his gaze back to Jenny. “And…and I’d much rather you fuck me then any of the fucking prisoners wandering around here. Please.”
If you hadn’t been watching the way shame twisted across his face at the final please, you might’ve left him there. However despite how bratty and cocky he was acting, it would be much easier to get him begging and whining after you flipped him over and pounded him into the pavement. You let out another tsk but rose up slightly from your crouched position, hand not positioned on Lelands forehead reaching behind him to unhook the cuffs from your makeshift clamp (A gift from Dorris, what a blessing that woman was), flicking his hat to the ground for good measure, and using his own angry momentum of surging upwards to grab his shoulder and flip him face first onto the ground.
With the combination of his freshly bruised pride(and cheek if the force of his face hitting the cement told any tales), and still shaking legs he didn’t have time to try to get any momentum before you were resecuring his cuffs to the fence and settling comfortably against his lower back directly below Jenny’s battery pack. “I guess that was good enough Coyle, but we're still doing this my way.” Before he can respond you’re jabbing Jenny into the sensitive flesh where his thigh meets his ass, twisting a dial on his pack before the white hot pleasure-pain lances up through his back and the coils still decorating his arm. While his body is convulsing beneath you, you take a second to slide your goggles back on and click a new battery into place, taking advantage of his distraction to reach around and unclasp his belt.
His pants slide down surprisingly easily with his wriggling, but you leave them around his knees, giving him another shock to the bare scarred skin of his inner thigh, pleased at the way he groans low in his chest and spreads his trembling legs for you. You pull the small tube of lube out of your back pocket, leaning Jenny against the powerbox as Leland tries to level his breathing. You coat two of your fingers liberally before spilling a bit over his exposed hole and slightly reddened balls, unable to stop yourself from laughing at the broken surprised noise Leland squeaks out at the chill. “Sometimes with all the stupid chest puffing and hot air blowing you do, I forget you can be a cute little masochist like this too.” Once again, you cut him off before he can speak up and get himself into more trouble,rubbing both lubed fingers against his hole before pressing one into the second knuckle.
The choked noise of surprise he lets out is only made better by the sharp yelp it ends with, as you lift Jenny again with your free hand to prod his bare ass. The full body jolt it forces him through is cute, but the way his insides tighten around your probing finger, following the pulses you shock through him finally breaks your resolve. You’re almost careless with the way you force the second finger in, lube squelching as you increase the pace to get him ready to take you. The gift Dr. Easterman had equipped you with would be hard for him to take, but from the way he was grinding harder into the ground and panting desperately for every shock you delivered to his ass and spine, even with the added stimulation of your fingers scissoring him open, you were sure he could handle it.
“Got a surprise, I think you’ll like it.” Even with the pack on his back, it only takes some minor maneuvering to lean into his bare ear, tickled slightly by the patchy bits of peach fuzz usually covered by his hat. You bite the cartilage of his scarred ear just hard enough to get him to raise his head up, pulling rougher on the skin when he keeps his face down on the cement, but receive your request as you yank your fingers from him with a wet noise. With his head finally raised you can’t help but shiver at the bruise and asphalt burn already spreading across his unscarred cheek, as well as the way his eyes seem hazy either from pleasure or being shock drunk.
You finally sit back to undo your own pants, fingers running over the leather support bands backed with rubber laying against your hip bones just to double check their security. You contemplate it for a moment, but decide to keep the little innocuous switch unflipped for the moment, instead flipping the power switch on Lelands battery pack and shoving Jenny up beneath the edge of his leather jacket to free up both your hands. Your newly gained freedom is quickly spent leaning back and spreading the cheeks of his ass, thumbs delving deeper to spread his hole directly. The way his hole glistened even in the night vision of your goggles had your mouth watering, perfect for what you intended to do next.
Gathering up a mouth full of saliva, you double check your aim before spitting the dollop directly into his spread hole, gritting your teeth at the way he clenched and pulled it deeper within himself. "Jesus fuckin Christ, I gotta get inside of you right now." You pull your hands away to grab the rest of the tube of lube, squeezing a line out along your 'enhanced' endowment, before spreading it generously along the bumped and ridged steel.
You wipe your hands against his crumpled pants even as he grumbles and shifts up slightly, before clicking another battery into your goggles and spreading his cheeks once more. His legs weakly spread, prompting an approving stroke over his swollen and tight balls before you reach back up to spread his hole for the head of your cock. You still for a second, metal head just barely breaching his hole, but Leland seemed to finally have settled out of the shocks wracking his form, using his little bit of strength to shove himself back onto you.
The gutted whimpering breath he lets out alerts you that he hadn’t been paying close enough attention to what you were actually packing, but you press yourself down into his momentum nonetheless. Lelands ass tenses against where you hold it open, yet your steel cock simply soldiers on only stopping once he's taken about half. The sharp wheezing intakes of breath he's struggling to get in worry you for a second, before your gaze trails slightly below where you’ve got his hips pulled up, to the suspiciously milky pool dribbling from the head of his dick onto the pavement.
“Wow…Did you cum just from the tip? And rutting into the floor like a fucking dog?” You try to sound disappointed in him, but your own awe is plain to your ears, arousal rocketing up as his legs begin to shake again. “‘m not a fuckin’ dog-” Lelands voice slurring from where his face is once again pressed to the cement, has you pulling out a few inches, just to plunge back in with the full weight of your hips, only stopping once you are flush against his warm backside. The choked off “Fuck-!” that Leland lets out sounds so desperate you have to dig your nails into his skin just to keep yourself from starting an absolutely brutal pace against his oversensitive body.
“‘Mon ‘n move you lit’le nancy…” Even with his voice hoarse and body still trembling with aftershocks, he still finds a way to be insulting, not that you weren’t used to it. It would just make the next part all the more satisfying. With the full brunt of your weight against his back, it's easy to hump deeper, never pulling out more than an inch or two just to apply pressure against his oversensitive insides. The broken groans he begins to let out has you finally releasing his ass, still keeping it spread just enough with the pressure of your hips, just to slide a hand back up his abdomen to where you’d left Jenny resting.
Though you can feel Leland tense up in anticipation, you only pull the rod out of his jacket to slide it away from where his sweat and cum are making a mess beneath him, leaving it plenty out of the way. After making sure there's no threat of accidentally breaking his toy, you move one of your hands to his hip, steadying him to finally begin the slow process of pulling out a few ribbed inches, just to delve back inside of him, slow yet hard enough to rock his body into the chain length fence in front of you. You move your other hand back to the previously unflipped switch on your own belt, the final piece of your plan slotting into place as Lelands mindless babbling is cut off. The sensation of you finally brushing against his prostate thanks to the new angle of your thrusts instead leaving him to pant and bite down on the skin of his hand, doing anything he can to keep back his own humiliating noises.
You teasingly pull nearly all the way out, leaving just the head of your steel cock within him, before pausing to watch Lelands face and mouth carefully. It takes him nearly a minute to regain his senses, exposed eyes rolling as he turns his gaze over his shoulder to undoubtedly spit something rude and disrespectful at you, as per usual. The moment he opens his mouth you slam your hips forward against his prostate, flipping the switch at your hip and then rushing to get a grip on his other hip to keep him pulled against you. Though it takes a few seconds for the toy to fully activate, the familiar buzz reaches your ears just seconds before Leland begins screaming, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as his whole body collapses against the internal Electrostimulation.
Even with the weaker current, as well as the rubber to keep the shocks off of yourself, you could almost feel the weight of the energy as it pulsed at a low but consistent voltage inside of him, sending his body back into a trembling fit beneath you. The way he seems to ragdoll against the pavement just makes it easier for you to work up a sweat pounding into him, goggles fogging slightly, before the night vision clicks off. You growl out an annoyed noise, before reaching up to shove them out of the way, mind going foggy at the way Leland lets out a desperate whine in response to the growl.
Even without your night vision you’re still close enough you can see the outline of his face and mouth hanging open against the floor, eyes squeezed shut and a small puddle of drool forming beneath his face and probably soaking into his beard. If he had a bit more hair you probably would’ve yanked his head back by it to get a better view, but you simply lean over his long cooled down battery pack to growl directly into his ear instead, reveling in the desperate shaking his body is doing beneath you. “This doing enough for you, Officer? Think I’m moving enough now?” You punctuate each word with a swift and shallow thrust, abusing his prostate with the shocks of your cock just to listen to the throaty way he gurgles out a sound that's barely a whine.
The increase in pitch of his cries is the only warning you get before you hear the wet dribble of him coming again, this time untouched directly into the previous puddle he’d made. You let out a slightly derisive chuckle, but still slow your thrusts to nestle the head of your cock deep inside of him, leaving the shocks on just to enjoy his frantic twitches against the ground. “You got another one in you Officer, or you tapping out?” He opens his mouth a few times, failing to get anything out besides a few breathless unintelligible words, before finally gasping in a huge breath and flicking his tear rimmed eyes over to meet your own.
“T-turn the damned thing off- I can’t fu-fuckin’ t-think-” You flick the switch to appease him, but leave the toy inside, feeling the oversensitive trembles finally begin to die down as you watch him relax into his own mess. "Where'd you get yer hands on a little treasure like that?" Even with Lelands voice still shaking, you can't help but roll your eyes at how quickly he'd recovered the little wits he had. “Trade Secret, I’d have to kill you if I told you.” Though you contemplated leaving him in his little puddle and just unclasping your toy to slide it off of you and into him, you decide to reach up to undo the clasp holding his handcuffed hands above him instead.
You wait until he pulls his cuffed hands down into a less severe position to begin the process of pulling the hefty toy out, enjoying each little twitch and shudder the movement of the ridges drags out of Leland. By the time the head slips free of his stretched damp hole, hes started panting again, but the way his body sags despite the obvious evidence of his enjoyment screams of relief. A small petty part of you contemplates flipping him over and just settling yourself over his face, but the stink he would throw up about the possibility of messing up Jennys’ battery was enough to deter you. You swing your aching leg over his thighs to settle off to the side, pulling your pants up slightly but not enough to cover the messy cock still between your legs.
Instead you begin to unclasp the toys’ straps and delicately slide it away from where it’d been situated against your own genitals. Your own dampness clinging to the steel cocks base in contrast to the lube still drying on the shaft has your cheeks burning, but the way Leland is still face down against the parking garages floor you doubt he’ll notice. You place the steel toy close to where Jenny had been put out of the way, before the silence finally seemed to yawn around you, making the darkness of your removed goggles that much more apparent. Leland had been surprisingly quiet after his breathing had leveled out, but the realization he’d been quiet for a little too long hits you seconds too late as he turns to tackle your unprepared form.
Leland had gotten one of his hands free of the cuffs, though when exactly he’d pulled it off you had no idea, but he was quick to pin you to the ground by the throat. His eyes were still free of his sunglasses, and the excited sadistic twinkle in them as his fingers tightened around your windpipe had you afraid for a second he might be about to actually throttle the life out of you. He instead realigned himself to slot his rehardening cock between your thighs, biting his lower lip in a way that made you want to run your tongue across the sharp canine denting his bruised skin.
“Think I’m getting my second wind, and I definitely owe you a beating for that treatment, little thief.”