The way the sub cried out in pain, yet never lost his erection, told Cassidy just how much he was into the scene. When Teak had turned to him to ask if the scene turned him on, fingering his own large erection through his slacks, Cassidy had suddenly felt so claustrophobic that he thought he'd pass out. He couldn't help but picture the way Teak had looked at him, flirting with him and staring at him with those fiery dark eyes. Cassidy finally relented, looking side to side to assure that he was alone, as he reached down, unzipping his slacks and pulling out his hard cock. He looked down, noting that he was swollen and red, the circumcised head leaking precome down the length of his shaft as he began to stroke it.
"Does it turn you on, Detective? I'd love to do a scene with you, Detective." Zachary Teak's sexy voice played in his head as his hand sped faster, pumping him closer and closer to the orgasm which was just out of his reach. Cassidy opened his mouth, panting. He suddenly imagined himself laid over that vault-like device, tied down while Teak fucked him, harder and harder, holding him in the middle of his back with one hand and pulling on his cock with the other. He pictured Teak's orgasm roaring over him, feeling the man's dick throb in his well-abused ass, his own cock spilling on the floor beneath them at the same time.
With a gasp, Cassidy came, shooting so high, that he hit the steering wheel. Cassidy milked his orgasm, looking down at the mess he was making in the car, praying that he didn't get any of his spunk on his suit pants. He blew out a long breath as the last ripples of his orgasm washed over and through him. He relaxed for only a second before he opened his eyes and began to look for something to clean up the mess. He found a rag on the floor in the passenger seat and leaned over, grabbing it up and catching a long streamer of sperm just as it dripped off the steering wheel. A large sniff told him that the entire car smelled of come.
"Son of a bitch!" he said out loud as he mopped at the mess, wiping his hand and cock dry and checking the car for any traces that he may have left behind. He knew without a doubt, that he was going to have to drive back to the station with his windows open to clear the smell of spunk out of the car. "Motherfucker!" he exclaimed as he threw the rag down and started the car."
