Give him a 'breathalyzer'

"Actually, man, you do seem a bit drunk," you reply, to which his face turns white.

"Fuckin' traitor," he mutters under his breath. You're amused at his insult and chuckle, patting him on the back as you lean on the car next to him.

"Y'know..." you trail off, glancing toward the man, "...I could check to see if you're actually drunk; maybe get you off..."

The irony in this statement was that it was true. For all intents and purposes, you are quite literally, a breathalyzer; provided your ability isn't a sham. The man's eyes widen at your words and he becomes almost giddy.

"Oh, that's great!" he exclaims, "...and you'll ss-show the cop that I'm not?"

You disingenuously nod as you prepare yourself for whatever is to come. The drunk driver stands to your attention, waiting for you to begin the test, to which you quickly realize you haven't asked anything of him yet.

"It's in my pants, can you get it for me?"

The drunk man reaches down and puts his hand into your pocket, and for a second you question the man's intelligence, even though it was an honest mistake. You grasp his wrist and pull his hand out of your pocket, using your other hand to point where to search.

"It's in the front..." you say, bracing yourself.

The man gives you a weird look, before hesitantly reaching for your waistband. He attempts to stick his hand underneath before moving to your belt to loosen it, to which you simply loosen it yourself to help the man. He sticks his hand down and rummages for a minute before realizing he needs a view of the inside, taking each side of your pants and yanking it down.

"W-where...where is it?" the man queries.

"Under here," you say, lightly tugging at your underwear. From here, you can see the man's grimace, unsure if he wants to proceed; which you're fairly certain by now, he will.

The drunk man uses both of his hands, slowly pulling down your underwear, exposing your rigid cock to the outside air. The expression on the man's face has turned to one of utter revulsion upon being presented face-to-face with your dick.

"I don't see it, man!" his voice begins to quiver, staring down your cock.

"Right in front of you," you say, giving your dick a gentle rub down the base, "You have to put it in your mouth..."

The man slowly leans forward, visibly concerned to the events taking place. He quickly stops for a moment and mutters, "What am I doing?" before taking his lips to your cock, gently nibbling down on the tip. He slowly settles on it, bringing his mouth to the base of your junk.

Every fine movement he makes in turn makes you buck in your stance. You fight the urge to cum then and there, taking the back of his head and pushing it deep into your crotch. The man lets out a growl, which for a moment you take as a vocalization of anger until you realize is actually one of pleasure, as you notice his hand rubbing against his own package.

You turn towards the squad car, voraciously watching the cop who is now holding the radio to his mouth. You moan, closing your eyes as the drunk driver bears down on your groin. As you open them, however, you see the cop getting out of his car, causing you to instinctively tense up.

Somehow, that scare does the trick, and you release your seed into the man's mouth. The cop comes forward, ignorant to the face-fucking you've just accomplished, standing in front of a man with no pants, and a man with no dignity.

"Get your ass off the ground, you son of a bitch," the cop yells, hoisting the poor man off your cock and onto the hood of his car.

"I'm sorry, man," you emphatically pardon, pulling your pants up back around your waist, "You are definitely drunk, my friend..."

"Of course he's drunk; look at the sop's face!" the cop responds to your sudden presence, cuffing the man where he lies while pointing at his face, which remains messily soaked in cum.