Culprit Confession

Loud voices echo throughout the interrogation room.  The fluorescent lights flicker, almost as if they’re able to sense the tension in the room.

“You can make all of our lives easier if you just confess, Aaron.  I can talk to the district attorney and they can help you cut your sentence short,” an old detective says, practically pleading with the man across the table.  This older detective pinches the bridge of his nose out of annoyance and exasperation.

“I ain’t telling you shit!  You have nothing on me!” Aaron, the younger man across the table, stands and slams his cuffed fists on the table.  Red with anger, he looks ready to break out of the handcuffs at any given moment.

“I didn’t want to resort to this, but I guess I have to,” the detective sighs.  He stands up and walks over to the door, knocking on it.  When the door opens, he whispers to the accompanying officer, “Please get Detective Liang in here.”

The officer gulps and asks, “A-are you sure?”

“Oh sure, call in backup!  What, can’t handle your own cases, you old pussy?” Aaron taunts, snickering at the detective.

The detective rolls his eyes and nods.  He steps out of the room and closes the door.  He waits until his backup arrives.

“Nice cop didn’t work for you Ben?”

The detective shakes his head.  Responding with a bit of defeat in his voice, “Unfortunately no.  I gave him all the possible outs and he still won’t confess even with all of the evidence provided.”

“I see.  Give me a few minutes,” 

“Don’t make too much of a mess in there, I’m the one that has to get everything cleaned up,” Ben says.

“No promises.”

Stepping into the interrogation room is a new officer.  This officer stands shorter than Ben and Aaron, but is compact with strong muscles that are noticeably bulging through the tight button-up shirt.  His hair is nicely parted to the side, and his jaws are outlined by his five o’ clock shadow.  His thin glasses give him a distinguished look.  Despite his nice and orderly appearance, the bags under his eyes and listless gaze he has hints at his general tiredness.  However, he stands with a bravado of confidence.

Aaron scoffs upon seeing the new detective entering the room, snorting a bit.  “You’re the one they’re bringing in?  Some short cop that looks like he barely got any sleep?”

The detective takes a seat across from Aaron with a courteous smile on his face.  “They did.  You can call me Wilbur–Wil even if that’s what you’re comfortable with.”

“Whatever pig,” Aaron murmurs, leaning back into his chair.

Wilbur instinctively smirks a bit.  While he generally enjoys people that are kinder, challenging people like Aaron does get him a bit fired up.  Wilbur asks, “I’m sure Detective Nivan went over a lot of possibilities for you.  Really not feeling up to any of them?”

Aaron simply shakes his head.

“Even the ones that would let you go sooner?  That’s surprising, I’d think a smart guy like you would know a good offer when it’s presented to you,” Wilbur comments.

“That’s because a smart guy like me knows that all you cops are fucking liars and would say anything just to get innocent people like me locked up!” Aaron yells, spitting with every word.

The atmosphere grows a bit heavy with every exchanged words.  Wilbur maintains his calm demeanor despite Aaron’s apparent hostility.  Wilbur pushes his glasses up, sighing inward.  He studies Aaron, looking how Aaron’s body language is filled with hostility yet a bit of cockiness.

Wilbur remarks, “Sounds like you’ve heard every trick in the book then.  You get into trouble a lot?”

“Y’all have it out for me, I know that much,” Aaron responds, his voice dripping with defiance.

“You feel like the system’s against you, don’t you?” Wilbur questions, softening his tone a bit, “Like no matter what you say or do, you’re always gonna end up on the wrong side.”

“You don’t know shit about me,” Aaron mutters, narrowing his eyes.

“Maybe not everything,” Wilbur admits, “butI know what it’s like to feel trapped.  Here let me with that.”

Wilbur reaches into his pocket to pull out a handcuff key.  He reaches over and quickly unlatches the handcuffs off of Aaron’s wrists.  Wilbur leans back in his chair and says, “There, feel any better?”

“You must be really fucking stupid, what’s stopping me from just kicking your ass right here, right now?” Aaron asks, taunting with a confident smirk.

Wilbur chuckles under his breath, he shrugs his shoulders and asks, “I’d like to see you try.”  Wilbur grins, provoking Aaron.

“What was that?  Are you challenging me, you motherfucker?” Aaron asks, visibly turning bright red out of anger.  He stands and slams his fists against the table again.

Wilbur stands up, turning around and walking toward the two-way mirror.  He gives it a slight nod.  “Listen, I’m not afraid to get dirty here.  So, if you don’t want to get hurt, you better fess up now.  I’m giving you a chance.”

“So you are trying to fight me.  I’ll send you straight to hell!” Aaron yells, stomping toward Wilbur.

“I warned you,” Wilbur mutters, rolling up his sleeves. “You’ll wish you were in hell once I’m done with you.”

Aaron balls his hands into fists, swinging them to hit Wilbur at the back of the head.  Wilbur ducks and elbows Aaron in the gut, then grabs Aaron’s arms and throws him over his shoulder.  Aaron lands on his back, the air knocked out of his chest.  As Wilbur stands straight and looks down on Aaron, Aaron is gasping for air.

Wilbur sighs, “I’ll give you another try.”

Fueled with anger, Aaron stands up before fully regaining his composure.  He swings at Wilbur again.  Wilbur easily sees the telegraphed attack, dodging to the side and causing Aaron’s fist to collide with the hard concrete wall.  Aaron recoils his fist back, yelping in pain.

Wilbur taunts him, “Third time’s the charm?”

Blinded by anger, Aaron lunges toward Wilbur.  Wilbur dodges again, grabbing Aaron’s arm, twisting it around his back.  Wilbur slams Aaron up against the wall with so much force that Aaron head’s becomes dazed.

Aaron slumps down to his knees, his head resting against the wall that concussed him.

Wilbur reaches down and grips Aaron’s hair, pulling his head upward to look at him.  Wilbur’s tone lowers, he speaks with a threatening tone, “If you’re not going to confess willingly, then I might just need to choke it out of you.”

Wilbur can see the fear dilating in Aaron’s eyes.  Wilbur pushes Aaron’s face against his bulging cock.  Aaron gasps as he can feel Wilbur’s hardness through his pants.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Aaron manages to ask.

“Punishing a bad boy,” Wilbur answers with a stern seriousness.  “Now get to work.”

Aaron’s hands tremble with hesitancy, but a piquing curiosity.  He gently massages the outline of Wilbur’s growing cock, looking at it with a sordid admiration.  Was he really getting hungry for cock?  Wilbur’s cock twitches under Aaron’s touch, fueling that curiosity that burns in his eyes.

“That’s it boy,” Wilbur growls in approval.  “Take it out and feel the real thing.”

Aaron can feel the pressure of excitement building inside him, yet a fear for what’s to come.  Aaron slowly unlatches Wilbur’s belt and slowly unzips the detective’s pants.  Pulling down Wilbur’s wants and underwear frees Wilbur’s large cock that springs up and slaps against Aaron’s cheek.

Aaron audibly gasps upon seeing Wilbur’s behemoth of a cock in its girthy, veiny, and large glory.  Without realizing, Aaron slowly leans toward the delicious looking cock in front of him, licking his lips and his hot breath grazing the swollen meat in front of him.

Right before Aaron’s lips could make contact with Wilbur’s cock, Wilbur punches his fingers into Aaron’s hair, pulling his head up so their eyes meet.  “Did I say you could taste it?”

Aaron gulps, whimpering as he shakes his head.

“Good.  Warm it up first before you put it in your mouth, did you think this was it at its full potential?” Wilbur question.

Aaron was all too eager to grasp his hands around Wilbur’s throbbing cock, needing both hands to completely wrap around Wilbur’s cock.  Wilbur’s cock gradually grows harder and harder, pumped with so much blood that rushes in to make it stand at its full eleven inches.

“Tell me, what do you like about this cock?” Wilbur inquires.

“It’s so fucking big!” Aaron immediately says, his mouth agape and in total awe.  He squeezes Wilbur’s cock from base to tip, making precum ooze out of the big swollen head.  His eyes are completely fixated on the clear fluid balling up at the tip of Wilbur’s veiny erection.

Wilbur takes a hold of his cock, slapping it across Aaron’s face.  Each slap feels like a hearty punch with how heavy it is.  Aaron moans at the light beating his cheeks and lips are taking, smiling a bit.  Wilbur playfully pokes the tip of his cockhead at Aaron’s lips, taunting the young man with the prospects of being able to taste his cock.

“You wanna taste this cock?” Wilbur asks.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good boy,” Wilbur says, a mischievous grin creasing on his lips.  He grabs Aaron by the head and simultaneously pulls Aaron down onto his cock while he drives his hips forward.

The sudden mouthful of cock makes Aaron gag when Wilbur was barely part way into Aaron’s mouth.  Aaron instinctively coughs and gags, his voice gurgling in an attempt to be freed from Wilbur’s merciless member.  Despite what might be protests from Aaron, Wilbur pushes in just a bit more to trigger Aaron’s immediate response to push Wilbur’s legs away.

When Wilbur pulls his cock out, Aaron starts coughing up a fit.  Thick strings of saliva connect the tips of Wilbur’s cock to Aaron’s lips.  Wilbur mutters with a disappointed tone, “Hmm…seems like you don’t actually want to know what this cock tastes like.  Too bad.”

Wilbur deceptively starts to pull hi

“N-no!  I do! I want to taste it!” Aaron protests, putting his hands on Wilbur’s.

“Then you better do better,” Wilbur comments.  “Only good boys get to taste this cock.  Are you going to be a good boy?”

Aaron slowly nods, looking up at Wilbur with pleading, watery eyes.  “I-I will!  I’ll be a good boy.”

“Open up.  Stick your tongue out,” Wilbur orders.

Aaron obeys Wilbur without question, widening his mouth and extending his tongue out.  Wilbur slaps his heavy cock against Aaron’s eager tongue, gently prodding it in and out of Aaron’s mouth.  Aaron’s lips stretch around Wilbur’s cock, trying his best to accommodate for the sheer size of the detective’s throbbing member.  With Wilbur setting the pace by pulling Aaron’s head back and forth on his cock, Aaron manages to take in just about half of Wilbur’s cock before needing to withdraw away.  As Aaron sucks, Wilbur slaps his hands against Aaron’s cheek a few times, only increasing the determination for the little cocksucker to try harder.  A waterfall of drool falls out of the edges of Aaron’s stretched lips, dripping off his chin and splattering all over the ground.

Aaron indulges himself in tasting the big meaty cock taking up the entirety of his mouth.  The detective’s salty-sweet precum is a welcomed reward for Aaron’s efforts almost as if Wilbur’s precum is able to invigorate the young man.

“Look at me,” Wilbur commands.

Aaron turns his eyes upward, seeing Wilbur tower over him.  His lips tightly suction around the detective’s thick member.

“You like that cock?” Wilbur asks.  Aaron pulls his head away, but Wilbur forcefully pushes him back onto his cock.  “With my cock in your mouth, tell me.  Do you like that cock?”

Aaron nods, trying to mouth the words, “I ov dish cawk.”

“Are you a good little cocksucker?” Wilbur asks.

Aaron nods again, and tries to say, “Owma goo cawkshuckar.”

“Again.”

“Owma goo cawkshuckar!”

“You want to feel this cock inside you?”

Aaron nods eagerly, responding, “Yesh.”

“Yes what?”

“Yesh shir!”

Wilbur pushes Aaron’s face off his cock.  Aaron whimpers and gasps for more, drooling with so much spit.  Wilbur lifts Aaron up by the arm and throws his body over the table.  With one swift, strong motion, Wilbur pulls down Aaron’s pants, exposing the raw bubble butt that’s ripe for the taking.

Wilbur sandwiches his cock in between Aaron’s jiggly cheeks, grinding his cock up and down.  Lifting a hand and laying down a hard smack against Aaron’s ass leaves the room echoing with a loud crack.  Glowing brightly on Aaron’s white cheeks is Wilbur’s handprint.

“You want this cock inside you?” Wilbur asks, grinning a bit menacingly.

Aaron turns his head back, moaning helplessly as he nods his head.  The desire to feel Wilbur’s powerful cock inside him is overwhelming, the thought alone makes his whole body shudder and whimper uncontrollably.

With a sadistic chuckle, Wilbur carefully guides his cock to Aaron’s inviting hole.  Without warning or mercy, Wilbur shoves his cock all the way into Aaron’s virgin hole.  Aaron yelps with shock, his back arching out of surprise, and his skin and hair raising from pleasure.  Wilbur saws his hips back and forth, making his cock dive deeper and deeper into Aaron’s hole with every thrust, pressing against Aaron’s prostate each and every single time.  Each and every powerful thrust is met with a moan that echoes off the walls, Aaron’s eyes roll back from the new pleasures he’s never experienced before.  The total sensation of feeling Wilbur’s monstrous cock impaling him is causing Aaron’s mind to scramble more than it already was, he’s unable to make any coherent strands of words.  Only barely managing to moan and mumble through the pleasurable pain.

Wilbur continues thrusting, his hips slapping against Aaron’s jiggly ass.  Aaron’s sphincter muscles grip around Wilbur’s cock tightly, looking like it wants to suck Wilbur in every time Wilbur moves his cock out.  The moans are music to Wilbur’s ears.  He slaps Aaron’s ass a few more times just to add in some extra pleasures while the claps of his body colluding with Aaron’s sounds like a round of applause.

With a dual mind, Wilbur reaches for Aaron’s arms, placing them together behind the young man’s back.  Wilbur holds both of Aaron’s wrists with one hand as his other reaches for the pair of handcuffs he unlatched just moments ago.  Wilbur presses the handcuffs around Aaron’s wrists and tightens them in one swift motion without Aaron really noticing anything.  Aaron is too focused on getting pounded and impaled by the hot detective’s massive cock.

Out of his own vigor, Wilbur grips Aaron’s hips tightly, and picks up his pace.  Wilbur’s thrusts are so fast and so powerful that the interrogation table feels as if it’s going to break off of its bolts.  The table shakes and trembles, papers and pens fall off.  Wilbur’s muscles bulge and flex so hard that the buttons of his shirt snap off, his chiseled chest free from the confines of fabric.  Wilbur’s juicy pecs bounce with each thrust, his strong abs flex at each moan.  A smile curves at the edges of Wilbur’s lips.

Aaron’s moans get louder and louder, he’s entering a point of bliss he’s never entered before.  “I-I’m gonna cum!” Aaron cries out, lust dancing at the tips of his lips.

As soon as he hears those words, Wilbur abruptly pulls his cock out of Aaron.  Aaron whimpers with strained disappointment, he presses his ass backward in an attempt to find Wilbur’s hard cock again.

“Ah ah, who said you can cum?” Wilbur taunts.

Aaron begs, his words slurring together, “Please, please I wanna cum!”

“Oh, you wanna cum?” Wilbur questions.  He rams his cock back into Aaron’s gaping hole, only moving ever so slightly to tease the young man.

Aaron’s back arches, a gleeful moan coming out of his throat.  However, before Aaron could go over that edge, Wilbur pulls his cock out again.  Aaron’s wrists strain against the handcuffs slapped on him.  Aaron slams his forehead against the table violently, his crazed state begging Wilbur loudly, “PLEASE LET ME CUM!”

That sadistic smile curves more and more, Wilbur knows that this is now the perfect opportunity.  He shifts his head over to the two-sided mirror again and nods.  “Who shot Johnny Tovares?”

“I DID!”

Wilbur slams his cock so far deep into Aaron’s ass that it pushes him over the edge, Aaron’s swinging cock splashes streams of cum all over the ground, splattering some onto Wilbur’s boots and all over Aaron’s fallen underwear and pants.

Wilbur pulls his hard cock out of Aaron’s ass, fully erect and glistening with fluids coating the monster shaft.  Wilbur notices the cum on his boots.  He pulls Aaron off of the table and pushes him down onto the ground.  He presents his boots that Aaron came on.  He orders, “Lick it up.”

Aaron obeys, extending his tongue out and licking up the strands of cum that splattered onto Wilbur’s shiny boots.

Wilbur lifts Aaron back up and throws his back on the table.  Wilbur begins to pull his pants up and somehow stuff his stiff cock in his pants.

Aaron notices and whimpers, “I want your cum sir,”

“You want my cum?  How bad?” Wilbur asks.

“So bad!  Please give me your cum!” Aaron begs.

“Excuse me?”

“Please give me your cum sir!” Aaron repeats himself, louder.

Wilbur smiles again, a hedonistic smile.  He drags Aaron across the table, knocking over papers, cups, and pens.  Wilbur positions Aaron to have his head hanging over the edge of the table.

Wilbur slaps his cock against Aaron’s cheeks before shoving his big monster cock into the hungry mouth.  Aaron moans as he feels his mouth get filled up again.  Wilbur drives his hips further and further in, he can see his cock making a big bulge inside Aaron’s throat.  Aaron coughs a bit, but wants to devour Wilbur’s whole shaft.  Wilbur pushes more and more, his eyes graced with the sight of his cock making a giant bulge all the way down Aaron’s trained throat.

Wilbur grabs both sides of Aaron’s head and thrusts his cock back and forth at breaking speeds.  Wilbur’s balls slap against Aaron’s forehead as he thrusts his cock in and out.  Wilbur is nearing his climax, his grip on Aaron’s head tightening harder and harder.  Wilbur rams his cock all the way inside Aaron’s throat, his cum gushing out in thick ropes that makes Aaron gag and cough relentlessly.  Wilbur’s balls contract with every push of cum that shoots out of his cock.

Once he catches his breath, Wilbur pulls his cock out of Aaron’s mouth, it drips with a thick mix of cum and saliva that coats all over Aaron’s face.  Wilbur looks down with satisfaction for a job well done.  He sees Aaron trying to recover from his dazeful bliss, his chest heaving and breaths panting for the sweet freedom of air.  Wilbur takes a deep breath in and exhales slowly.  The whole room wafts with the scent of sweat and cum.

Wilbur slides his pants and underwear up, buckling his belt as he knocks on the door.  When the door opens, Ben looks at the mess that has been made and gives Wilbur a sigh.

“Couldn’t have gone easy on him?” Ben asks, handing Wilbur a mug of steaming hot coffee.

Wilbur shakes his head with a satisfied smile.  He takes a sip of the dark espresso before answering, “I was taking it easy on him.  We got his confession.”

A wry smile forms on Ben’s face.  “Well done partner, I’ll take it from here.”