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The room was dimly lit, the perfect ambiance for an interrogation. A large metal table in the center of the room with two uncomfortable metal chairs on opposite sides. In one sat Detective Peter Hale, a respected man that had a known wicked streak. He was one of the best at getting the required information from his suspects. The other officers didn't know how he did it but since it proved effective, they didn't care. On the other side was Stiles Stilinski, a troublemaker that was handcuffed to the table. The young man thought himself untouchable since his dad was the sheriff, but even since his retirement Stiles kept up his antics. The clock inside the room tucked away, Peter drumming his fingers against the table.
He sighed. “Still not talking? Gotta say, I'm pretty impressed. 5 hours of questioning and not a single word, not even a sarcastic remark.” Peter waited a few seconds and then shrugged, opening the large file in front of him. “It's not like we don't already have multiple eyewitnesses, your car that's been spotted at the other crime scenes, even your calling card was found in your pocket that's identical to the ones you've left. And since we've never told the press what the card looks like we have to assume it's yours.”
Stiles shifted in his seat but stayed silent.
“Officers are already at your apartment as we speak, checking every corner for anything else to connect you to the other break-ins. Already looking through your cell phone and computer for anything too. To put it bluntly, you're screwed when we have definitive proof.”
Peter's cell vibrated on the table. The message was clearly seen by the two men, giving a list of things on Stiles's computer. Even from the short list, they could see that most of what was found was porn.
The defiant look in Stiles’s eyes was starting to waver, something Peter immediately saw. He got up from the table, hitting the stop button on the recording device. The chair scraped against the hard cement floor as Peter made his way to the two-way mirror. Stiles looked at him in confusion, not knowing what the detective was doing.
“Can you give us 30 minutes?” Peter said loud enough so whoever was on the other side could hear. “I want to speak with…” he glanced at the young man, “our friend. Alone.” After waiting a few seconds, Peter turned back to face Stiles again. “Let's see what they found, shall we?” Picking up his phone, he opened the message and chuckled. “Looks like they found some interesting things on your computer. Like two terabytes of gay porn. Wanna know which ones I'm interested in?” Stiles looked away, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.
“Oh, don't be like that. It explains the way you've been looking at me when you thought I couldn't tell.” The young man's eyes widened. “You've been practically drooling over me for the last few hours. You undressing me with your eyes? Thinking about what my body looks like under my clothes? What it might feel like? Isn't that right…boy?” Stiles looked away again, his cheeks red from embarrassment. “How long has it been? I can't imagine you've had much time since your first heist.” The boy's cheeks were red for a completely different reason. Peter learned in close, and whispered. “You haven't been fucked in a long time. Certainly not by a Daddy like you so desperately want.” Stiles whimpered.
“You need to be fucked, don't you?” Peter's voice was sweet to hide the poison underneath. “Do anything to have a big cock deep inside you. Such a needy boy.” He softly ran his fingers along the young man's jawline until he was lifting Stiles's face upward. “A needy boy like you is exactly my type. I could take good care of you. Making sure you do what I say, giving you what you need. What you've been longing for. Do you want that?”
Stiles subconsciously nodded.
Peter pulled away suddenly. “You have to use your words, boy. Other, I'll leave and the only one that'll fuck you is your cellmate, if you're lucky. And I can assure you, he won't know how to pleasure you like I can.”
“Please,” Stiles whimpered out, needing it so badly.
“Look at that,” Peter chuckled, “the boy can speak. Looks like you just needed the right incentive, right?” He sat on the table, right in front of the handcuffed boy. “Tell me what you want, boy. Be specific and maybe I can make it happen.”
“I want to see your cock,” the boy panted.
Peter tsked at that. “Not so fast, boy. We've only started. But let me be clear,” he popped the top button on his shirt, “you'll do more than see it.” He popped another button. “But you'll have to do something for me.” Another button. “If you don't, we'll stop and I'll take you to jail.” Another button popped. “And you don't want that, do you?” Stiles mindlessly shook his head as Peter opened another button. “Good boy.” He popped open the last button and let his shirt fall open to reveal his chest. “Like what you see?”
“Hell yeah,” Stiles said, loudly. He then quickly looked at the two-way mirror, his cheeks blushing again.
“Don't worry, no one's listening.” Peter reassured. “The room is soundproof and my colleagues gave us some privacy. And the rest of the team is in your apartment, remember? Now let's see if you remember your manners too. You want to see my cock, boy?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good boy,” the detective praised. “And for answering that question, I should reward you.” He unfastened his belt and slowly pulled down his zipper, teasing the criminal in front of him.
Stiles watched, the anticipation growing the lower the zipper went. Knowing he had the boy's attention, Peter unceremoniously pulled his pants open, his big cock barely concealed but his boxer briefs. A simple tug down and his cock tumbled out of the underwear, slightly swaying from the weight. Stiles's mouth fell open and his eyes were fixated on the huge cock. It was glorious to him and he couldn't wait to taste it.
“Never seen someone so cock hungry before,” Peter laughed. “Want to taste it, boy? Feel that big head pass between your lips?”
“Yes sir,” Stiles panted.
“Now before I do that, tell Daddy why you did it. Did someone put you up to it or did you need the money?”
“Um…”
“Come on, be a good boy and answer the question. If you do, I think you know what you'll get,” the detective teased, moving his hips to make the cock sway more.
“I…I…I wanted to see if I could do it,” he admitted.
“So you did it all for…?”
“My own curiosity.”
“So it was a solo operation?” Peter mused but then looked at the thief. “Are you lying to me, boy? Because if you are,” Peter grabbed his cock and slapped it against his other hand, “this gets put away and I put you in a cell. You don't want that do you? So, I'll ask again, are you telling me the truth?”
“I'm not sir,” Stiles looked up at him, silently pleading. “I tried to find someone to work with when I first started but…they just never panned out.”
“I see…thank you for answering.” Peter then smiled. “You were such a good boy. Do you know what good boys get?”
“A reward?” He asked, hopeful.
The detective smirked as he grabbed the back of Stiles's head and shoved his cock into the boy's mouth. “That's right, a reward.”
Using his new boy's mouth, Peter went slow at first, making sure Stiles could take it all. To his surprise, the thief never gagged as he was forced onto the cock. It was like Stiles was made for sucking his big cock. Before either of them knew it, the boy's nose was deep in Peter's pubes. Knowing that he could use Stiles however he wanted, Peter pounded his cock into the willing mouth. Drool fell from the boy's mouth, coating the cock for what was to come. When he was close, Peter suddenly pulled the boy off his cock, a string of spit connected the two of them.
“Don't look sad, I just didn't want to cum yet. But you'll like what's coming next. But you have to answer another question. Where is the money you stole?” Stiles was breathing heavily, looking up at Peter with pleading eyes. “You have a hideout, someplace secret you stashed all the money? Tell Daddy and I'll fuck that tight ass.”
“My apartment,” Stiles answered. “The money's in my apartment.”
“Your apartment? Ok, this is very important; where in your apartment is the money?”
“But…but I answered your question,” Stiles pouted.
“You're right,” Peter sighed, “you did answer my question. But don't worry, I'll get the answer from you later, boy. Stand up,” he demanded.
Stiles did what he was told, getting out of the chair, his body naturally bending over since he was still handcuffed to the table. The detective trailed his fingers along the boy's back, making him shutter in anticipation. When he reached Stiles's jeans, he pulled them down revealing the boy's bubble butt.
“Spread those legs for me,” Peter commanded, giving a light slap to that fat ass.
With his toy in that position, Peter knelt behind his new toy and spread the boy's cheeks more, showing off that tight hole. Seeing it exposed, he dug in, eating Stiles out thoroughly. Stiles started to moan but covered his mouth with his bound hands, not wanting to be too loud.
“Don't hold back, boy,” Peter said, pulling away from the ass, “no one can hear you.” Stiles groaned. “Don't sound disappointed, I know a good boy likes to be watched.”
He got up and positioned his cock at the saliva wet hole, pushing in. The boy was tight, and Peter loved that he was ruining that hole with his cock.
“You want this, don't you? Your ass was begging to be filled, begging to be fucked.”
“Yes! Oh, God yes!”
Peter smirked as he completely filled the boy's hole, ready for the real interrogation to begin. He started thrusting, making sure to pin the moaning boy to the metal table. Hearing those sweet moans, Peter grabbed Stiles's hair and lifted his head up to look at himself getting fucked in the two-way mirror. The boy's flushed cheeks were on full display as he was pounded by the detective. His dick was dripping precum already, the drops landing on the floor.
“Ready to cum, boy?”
“Please sir.”
“Not yet. You need to answer my question.” Stiles whined. “No whining. It's a simple question, where's the money?” He picked up the pace. “Where's the money, boy?” The boy muttered something into the table. “What was that?”
“Above my bed!” Stiles screamed. “In the ceiling!”
“What a good boy,” Peter smirked. “And for being so good, you get Daddy's load.”
To reward his boy, he started to thrust faster, making sure to completely ruin Stiles for any other man. It didn't take long for the two to start cumming, Peter going first and causing Stiles to spill his load all over the floor.
“That was probably the most intense interrogation I've ever done,” Peter panted, pulling out of the wreaked boy. “Too bad you'll be going away for a while. Could've made you my boy on a more permanent basis.” He started to get dressed, making sure he looked presentable again. “I'll notify the officers in your apartment where the money is located. If you're telling the truth, we can work with the DA’s office to get a good deal for you.”
“You…” Stiles weakly started.
“You know I'm pretty impressed, they only bring me in for the tough cases.” Peter was nice enough to pull up the boy's pants and at least pull the zipper up. While he was close enough, he whispered. “They always crack under me,” his voice teased. “Now come on, there's a holding cell with your name on it.”
“Ok,” Stiles whimpered, “but can you do one thing for me?”
“You really think you're in a position to request anything?”
“Just one?”
“Fine,” Peter sighed. “One request.”
“Can I get a kiss?”
“A kiss?”
“I'd like one last act of kindness before I have to go to jail. Please?”
“Only because you were a good boy for me and told me everything I wanted to know.”
He leaned in close and kissed Stiles lightly. The thief expanded the kiss, making it hot and heavy.
The unmistakable sound of the handcuffs clicking close caused Peter to pull away, realizing he'd been cuffed.
“What the hell-?” The detective started. “How'd you uncuff yourself?”
Stiles moved back, chuckling at the now bound officer. “I’ve been getting out of those since I was a kid. I could've been out of them hours ago but you idiots just didn't let me have enough time to get out of them without anyone noticing. But it's cute that you thought you got me.”
Peter chuckled darkly. “You're still screwed, Stiles. You told me where the money is. My team will figure it out even without me telling them.”
A laugh erupted from the thief. “You think that place is my actual apartment?”
“What are-?” The detective started.
“That's just a decoy. But all that porn is actually mine if that makes you feel better. And where I hid the money is too, just in my real apartment.”
“But-” Peter's confidence was waning.
Stiles moved in close. “If you want to catch me, you're going to have to learn my real name,” he winked.
With his work done, the thief made his way to the door.
“You won't get away with this,” Peter called out.
The boy turned around one last time. “Looks like I already have.” He opened the door and let it fall behind himself.
“Mark my words, boy, you'll see me again! I won't rest until you're behind bars!”
The door closed.
“God damnit!” Peter cursed under his breath. He was going to make sure he found that boy, and he was going to do more than fuck him the next time they met.