He begs for it

"Please, please... fuck me." Mark whispered softly, his voice weak, distant.

"What was that bitch?" the officer sneered, "I didn't quite hear you." To punctuate her question she twisted the baton slightly, causing it to slide over the broken flesh of Mark ring, sending shivers up his spine and causing his opening to pulse needily.

"Please... PLEASE!!!" Mark tried again, his legs shaking beneath him as his cock continued to dribble out pre-cum. "I'm your bitch. I'll do anything you want... please just finish me!" he cried, the officer's dark chuckle returning once more.

"Anything huh? Good bitch, I will hold you to that. Here is your reward."

With that, the female police officer gripped the scruff of Mark's neck roughly with one hand while with the other she began to ruthlessly, brutally **** his already broken asshole. She drilled him deep and hard, but most importantly, fast. Her arm was a blur as she violently fucked him, her tool thrumming over his pulsating prostate with each flurried stroke.

It only took about a minute of this treatment to tip Mark over the edge, his legs falling weak beneath him as his first non-contact orgasm crashed through him. And what an orgasm it was, his legs barely holding him upright, his bonds doing most of the work as he felt as if the entire lower half of his body turned to water. From somewhere deep inside he felt himself burst in a cascade of pleasure that pulsed and pulsed and pulsed, a sensation so **** he almost lost consciousness. While his cock did throb and spurt, a dribble of his ejaculate dripping to the floor, this he felt much deeper, as if his very soul had climaxed.

The officer continued her **** as she watched the bitch's ultimate capitulation, reaching the climax he so pathetically begged for tear through him. She chuckled to herself when she finally slowed, slamming the baton deep and leaving it lodged before stepping away from the bound man.

"So bitch, you got what you wanted... next it's time for you to give me aaaaaanything I want." she cooed mockingly. "Rest up while you can. I'll be back soon and we can talk about your new... life."

With that she left him, her baton still firmly lodged inside the quivering, snivelling Mark. Had he had more of his wits about him he would have been terrified at the obvious threat behind the officer's taunting words, worried about what was about to happen to him. As it was though Mark was lost in pleasure, the aftershocks of his unprecedented orgasm sparking and popping off inside him. He had never been happier.