At a detention facility called The Center, Race is being interrogated by uniformed guard Dirk Caber, looking very hot with a salt-and-pepper beard and mustache. Race is naked and chained to a chair. His muscles glisten with nervous sweat.
There’s a collar around his neck that delivers electrical shocks. Dirk uses his nightstick to prod Race’s balls, to choke him, to press against his erect nipples. When Dirk’s smooth talking fails to elicit the information he wants, he turns on the juice.
Race’s body flinches against his restraints. Dirk adds more punishment by clamping Race’s nipples until he screams. Sensing a different way to get what he wants Dirk offers Race his cock.
Race sucks it hungrily, as if Dirk’s hard cock in his mouth will banish the pain. Dirk removes the handcuffs so Race can service him better, cumming in Race’s face while Race unloads his own cum and the information Dirk wanted.