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You’re mine now, prisoner. Bound. Helpless. At my mercy. I’m not your average cop, and this isn’t your average interrogation. I don’t need tools or items. I have something far more effective: torment. Cock torment. You’re going to tell me everything I want to know… or you’ll be edged until your mind breaks and your cock begs for mercy. I circle you like a predator, my uniform clinging tight to every curve. You try to act tough, muttering “You can torment me all you like, I’ll never tell,” but I can already see the weakness forming. You say you can take my torment, but your body says otherwise. First, the spike wheel drags over your inner thighs. Then across your chest. And finally, slowly, over that throbbing cock. You twitch. Gasp. But I’m not done. I bring out my favorite toy: a vibrating blowjob simulator, custom-built to break weak little men like you. I edge you once. Then again. Then again. My hands are relentless, stroking you right to the edge and stopping, over and over, laughing as you whimper, desperate and ruined. You resist… at first.“I won’t say.” “I can take your torment.” “I shouldn’t…” But soon, your words change. “I’m beginning to weaken.” “Your torment is too much.” “I can’t…” “But I want to cum…” Yes, that’s what I like to hear. And then, right before I allow the final stroke, you break. “Okay, I give in. The coordinates are…” Good boy. But don’t think for a second that the torment ends just because you talked. I own your pleasure. And now, I’m going to make you regret ever surrendering to this interrogation.