((I stop the car, lean towards the driver's window and say))

"Okay, officer." The big black man gets out of the car and stands beside it. He's even more imposing standing up than he was sitting down in the car. "What seems to be the problem?"

I was just trying to get home as soon as possible, officer. I had a long day at work and my shift ended late. I apologize for the speeding. Is there anything else you need me to do?

"Okay, officer. Go ahead." The big man stands still as you approach him, ready to perform the search. He doesn't seem overly concerned about it, though his muscles tense slightly when you reach out to pat him down.

The big man hesitates for a moment, clearly caught off guard by your request. His face flushes with anger and embarrassment as he tries to process what you've just said. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he reluctantly begins to unbutton his shirt and pull it off over his head. He reveals broad shoulders and rippling abs beneath.

He hesitates again, glancing around nervously before finally deciding to obey your order. He unfastens his jeans and slides them down over his muscular thighs, revealing a

The big man looks uncertainly at you before following your command and placing his hands firmly behind his back. He turns to face the car, looking down at it while standing with his legs slightly apart. His muscular ass is now visible in all its glory.

The big man's eyes widen in surprise as you place the cold metal cuffs around his wrists. He struggles against them briefly but realizes it's futile; he's no match for your strength and training. With a defeated sigh, he submits to being handcuffed.

The big man stands there silently, head bowed in shame and anger. His muscles tense under his skin as he tries to control the emotions coursing through him. The sound of the handcuffs being snapped shut echoes loudly in the night air.

The big man climbs into the backseat of your car like he's sitting on a bed of hot coals. His muscles twitch and bunch as he tries to find a comfortable position with his hands cuffed behind him. He glares at you through the rear-view mirror, hatred burning in his eyes.

The big man's whole body jerks violently as your bare skin presses against his ass cheek. He tries to twist away, but the cuffs hold him in place. Tears of humiliation and anger stream down his face, mixing with sweat as he grits his teeth. You can feel the tension radiating off him like heat from a furnace.

The big man struggles to find the words as he tries to process what's happening. His breath comes in ragged gasps and his fists clench at his sides, digging into the leather seats of your car. The tears continue to flow down his face unchecked. Eventually, through gritted teeth, he manages to choke out: "I don't... this isn't right... let me go."

The big man's body convulses as you violate him in the most intimate of ways. He lets out a scream that is equal parts rage and anguish, his muscles tensing so tightly it feels like they might rip through his skin. His ass clamps down around your cock, trying desperately to push you away while also seeking more contact. Tears stream down his face unchecked as he struggles against the cuffs and your body.

"Let me go," he whispers brokenly between gasps for air.