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A lousy day, indeed, for Jack. A routine minor speeding violation had escalated to a felony arrest when officer McHorn, one of the most decorated rhinos on the force, had punched the human’s name into the squad car’s computer.

A fifteen-minute drive later, suspect and cop sat in the smelly, claustrophobic interrogation room, with Jack sitting across McHorn, his hands handcuffed to the chair’s armrests.

“Jack.” McHorn’s voice, gruff and gravelly, boomed, amplified by the mildew-stained walls. “The DA’s a real sweetheart.” The rhino let his thick fingernails tap against the dimpled, rusty metal surface of the table. “He’ll cut you some slack if you just tell me what I need to know.”

Jack turned and spit on the ground. “For the last time, pig, my lips are sealed!”

McHorn tutted and got up. The chair’s legs screeched against the linoleum. “‘Pig’? My boy, I think you need glasses or some shit.” Without wasting a second, the officer uncuffed the human, yanked him out of the chair and slammed him—making sure not to hurt him—down onto a table. “But don’t you worry; I do have ways of making people talk.”

“What—”

That’s all Jack could get in as McHorn ripped his clothes off and strapped him in. “Practice makes perfect, Jack. Done this hundreds of times.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” protested Jack; the rhino teased his cock, almost like he was tickling it but with a bit more pressure, a bit more oomph, his broad, calloused fingers rubbing his glans, his shaft.

“What I always do when they don’t talk.” The stocky rhino snorted, his huge nostrils flaring. “You know what they call my hands, Jack?” said McHorn, letting his neatly trimmed fingernails coax him to full length. “‘Magic.’” He held Jack by the base of his throbbing cock.

Jack hyperventilated, trying to angle his pelvis away from the rhino’s teasing hand. “You goddamn pervert!” It’s what he said, the words that came out his mouth, but on the inside, the human was deeply conflicted—McHorn’s rough palm could put any ass, any mouth to shame. “When I get my hands on you, pig, you’ll be sorry!”

McHorn shook his head, and his ears flicked in annoyance. “We really need to get you to an eye doctor when I’m done with you.” His thick fingers wrapped themselves around Jack’s boner. “But for now, why don’t you just relax? I mean, you’re clearly enjoying this.” He pumped the human’s shaft, up and down. “Nobody’s ever been able to resist,” said McHorn over the smushy noises of the handjob, the officer’s thumb teasing the slick tip of his cock. “Like I said, old boy, my hands are fucking magic.”

Jack grimaced and craned his neck; his entire shaft was wet, coated in pre. “You, you think you’re hot shit?” He gulped and couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the rhino’s hand—rough, coarse on the back. Jack closed his eyes, briefly giving in to the sensations of McHorn’s soft, mildly calloused palms and fingers. “You’re trying to humiliate me, aren’t you?” he said. “Making me see how a gross rhino can make a puny human get hard, yeah?” Jack looked to the side. Had he gone overboard? McHorn’s hand was far from weak, dainty; no, like the rest of the rhino, his grip was firm, strong.

“Gotta confess, Jack, I’m not sure which I like more . . . Those cute noises you’re making, trying to hide your pleasure, or that squelching sound.” To Jack’s pleasant surprise, the officer picked up the pace. “Because you sure are leaking a lotta pre.” The rhino’s thick hand went up and down, up and down at a good speed, about as fast as when Jack jerked his own cock. “But to answer your question, it’s got nothing to do with it.” The officer made a grumbling noise with his throat that sounded like rocks being rattled around in a metal cup. “You see this hand around your cock, yeah?” He bit his lip, made eye contact with the restrained human. “Feel my palm? You are going to cum your absolute guts out, Jack. But that’s not where it ends, no, no—you want me to stop? You better cough it up.”

The human shuddered. McHorn’s hand was the perfect combination of soft, rough. The cop knew exactly what got him going, how hard to squeeze his pulsing shaft. “No. I’ll never blab, you filthy beast!”

McHorn’s mighty hand came to a standstill around the human’s cock. “Really?” He squeezed his fist three times, enough to make Jack’s head swell with blood each time, though not enough for it to be painful. “This is something you’ll never be able to do, Jack.”

The restrained man winced each time, eyes fixed on his swollen cock. “You, you don’t scare me! You think you can just rip my cock off or something? Think people won’t come looking for me, pig?” He gulped, stomach heaving—Jack was terrified of the sheer power in McHorn’s hand, and the more the rhino toyed with him, the more that dread, that sheer horror was visible in his scrunched-up features, his savage, bloodshot eyes. “Second my boys hunt you down, they’ll rip that horn off and shove it up your ass, you hear?”

“Aw. Is someone afraid? Don’t you worry about a thing—I just want to make you shoot your load, but after that, you’ll change your tune.” McHorn put his free hand on Jack’s stomach. “Don’t fight it, either. You know you want to coat every single goddamn inch of the room. Nobody’s ever been able to resist, Jackie boy.”

Jack strained against the restraints. “Fuck you!” The cords in his neck stood out, and his face turned red. He stared at the rhino’s stroking hand—the rhino could easily wrap it around two cocks the size of Jack’s with room to spare. “No!” he muttered under his breath, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Cum bubbled deep in his groin, ready to spray out; Jack was unable to block out the exquisite, white-hot tingle of McHorn’s palm. The pleasure built asymptotically until the human’s ballsack pulled in, and the rhythmic, mushy noises, to Jack’s ears, faded out.

McHorn chuckled. “T-minus 3 seconds, huh?” The rhino counted down, and, sure enough, the moment he said, “zero,” Jack shuddered and began cumming copiously all over the table, McHorn, the desktop computer to their left, the chair, the floor.

Jack was in seventh heaven, a complete prisoner to the sheer pleasure of orgasm as McHorn’s hand slowed down to match the cadence of his throbbing, ejaculating cock. “Ugh, fuck, yesssss!” he hissed, forgetting where he was, who was draining his ballsack, what was in store for him once the pleasantries were over.

The last pleasurable twinge of climax made Jack’s cock shiver, and a solitary drop of clear cum oozed out of his slit and disappeared into the rhino’s stroking paw. The next upstroke took the human’s breath away—his cock had been rendered sensitive, excruciatingly so, especially the glans. Another upstroke. This time, Jack couldn’t help but show his discomfort, tugging on the restraints, his toes curling. “Gah!”

“Mhm!” said McHorn, making sure his massive, semi-calloused palm passed over the head of Jack’s cock each time he jerked it. “Told you it would be a wild ride.” He huffed, taking great pleasure in seeing Jack squeal, moan, and cringe. “The offer’s still on the table, though.” The rhino grabbed Jack’s balls with his free hand to get a better grip on the human’s sensitive junk. “Think about it, this insanity, this overstimulation, it’ll be over.”

Jack, nostrils flaring, the skin of his chest, neck, face flushing with red blotches, shook his head, a bit of saliva flying out of the corner of his lip. “Never!” He closed his eyes, willing himself to block out the intense sensations. He gnashed his teeth so hard, white sparks of light flashed before his eyelids. “Do your worst!”

McHorn, laughed out loud, the guffaw ending in a snort. “Oh, you do not want to know what my worst is.” He pulled down the man’s foreskin, revealing his red-pink glans, exposing it to the warm, stale air of the interrogation room. “Like I said, boy, my hands are magic, and that magic can make anyone with a penis do whatever I want.” McHorn’s fingers curled around the base of his cock to squeeze it; Jack’s shaft responded by swelling at head. “Last warning.”

“Fuck you, pig!”

“Very well, then.” The rhino grabbed the human by the tip of his cock and polished it, letting Jack feel every single crease, every single bump, every single callous fiber. “Yeah? Not so tough now, are you?” he asked, chest bouncing as he chuckled at the cute sounds of desperation, of overstimulation Jack made.

Jack was at his wits’ end. Absolutely every nerve was on fire. He shuddered, a sound that was half-moan, half-gobbledygook echoing throughout the room as McHorn clenched his hand around the human’s cock, squeezing out remnant drops of cum, making sure the rugged palm grazed the entire head on each downstroke and upstroke. He’d deal with the consequences later. The human shivered—a second orgasm was on its way. He had to get the rhino to stop. “You godforsaken beast!” Jack screamed through straining vocal cords. “The hideout’s in the basement of the Blue Dragon bar!”

“Well, look at you, Jackie, singing like a canary!” McHorn’s thick hand let go of his cock. “You know, on second thought, I do think you make some adorable sounds. I want to hear them again.”

Jack winced, cringed, and struggled in his restraints as the cop’s massive fingers wiggled inches away from his sensitive cock and glans. “Wait, what? What, what do you mean?” He gulped audibly—heat radiated off McHorn’s palm, and Jack could feel it; it was enough to make him shudder. “You can’t! Please!”

“You’re mistaken, Jackie boy.” His hand clamped around the man’s shame. “I can do whatever I want.” McHorn went went berserk, pumping with a vengeance. “Let’s have some fun now, yeah?”

Jack huffed, puffed, screamed, eyes damn near popping out of their sockets. “Stop! I, I told you! Stop!” Thigh tendons and muscles flexed and shifted under his skin as he fought the restraints with all his strength to get his horribly sensitive junk away from the cruel cop. “You dirty beast! You told me you’d stop!”

McHorn held the man’s cock by the base with one hand; with the other, he gave his raw glans the massage of a lifetime. “And miss out on all these cute noises? Not a chance! Come on,” he said, leaning close so that his breath tickled Jack’s nostrils. “Don’t you want to cum again?”

“No! No! I—” Jack froze up—the pain, the discomfort momentarily vanished, replaced with an intense burst of pleasure. Four more spurts of hot, sticky cum spurted out of his slit. “Ahhhh! Fuck!” He grunted and thrust his hips into the second orgasm.

“Think you’re done?” McHorn asked, biting his lip, narrowing his eyes as his hand become a blur around the hapless human’s shaft. “Nope. Come on, Jackie boy.” Let it all out.

“NO!” As soon as the relief of climax ebbed away, again, the white-hot prickle—akin to that of someone taking a blowtorch to exposed nerve endings—returned. And, again, as he squealed, gasped, writhed, his cock began throbbing again. “AHHH! YES!” he yelled, two thick spurts of seed squirting onto his tummy.

“More, more, boy. That’s right!”

A guttural howl filled the interrogation chamber. This time, just a solitary spritz of cum accompanied Jack’s shudder of orgasm.

“I reckon you got one more orgasm in you, Jackie. Come on!” McHorn’s huge hand pounded the poor man’s nuts at the end of each downstroke. “You can’t hold back. Nobody can.”

This time, Jack’s body seized up. He saw electric blue stars, flashing rainbows before his eyes as they rolled into the back of his head. His cock throbbed in the throes of that fourth orgasm as his vision faded to gray, then black.

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It wasn’t anything like the movies, where you’d regain consciousness, all perky and dandy—no. Instead, Jack croaked to test his voice. He sniffled, with hesitation blinked a couple times. Then he turned his head and saw him . . . McHorn.

The rhino sat in the corner of the interrogation room, a shit-eating grin on his rough face. “Have to admit, you were kinda tough to crack.” He got up and walked to Jack with ponderous steps. “Usually they’re only out about fifteen minutes. I’ve been waiting here the whole hour!”

“Get, get the hell away from me,” said Jack to the cop. “I’ll have you reported!”

“Don’t be that way. I actually appreciate your cooperation, and I’ll definitely have a word with the DA to have you put in witness protection.”

“Cooperation my ass,” grumbled Jack. “I didn’t need to cooperate all that much, it wasn’t all that bad, what you were doing to me.” His face hardened, and his face flushed—he’d said too much.

“Is that right, Jackie boy?” McHorn undid his upper arm restraints. “Don’t be ashamed, now. It’s good to have kinks.”

Jack sighed. “OK, look. I enjoy handjobs, all right? I kind of have a thing when it comes to . . . hands.” The last word came out in a low mumble. He sat up and rubbed his chafed wrists.

McHorn nodded. “Tell me more. I like where this is going.”

“Handjobs are, like, my favorite thing when it comes to sex. And, well, your hands. They’re . . . Perfect.” He cleared his throat. He couldn’t believe he was being so frank.

The rhino let out another gravelly laugh. “No shit. When you were cumming, I knew you had that goofy look on your face. You loved the shit out of it, huh?” Off went Jack’s ankle cuffs.

Jack stretched and pointed his feet and swiveled on his ass, ready to get off the contraption. “I couldn’t help it, all right? Like I said, your palms, man, they are something else.”

McHorn held out his hands for Jack to inspect. “What did I tell you before? Magic.”

The human squeezed his thumbs, ran his fingertips along his palm. “I’ve honestly never felt anything like it.”

As Jack hopped off the table, McHorn tossed him his clothes. “And I’ve honestly never heard anyone squeal like that.” The rhino reached into his back pocket and pulled out his spiralbound notepad. “Tell you what,” he said as he scribbled furiously into it. “Why don’t give me a call one of these days? We could have some fun in, uh, different circumstances. Circumstances that only the two of us will know about.”

The human stared at the number. “I guess I’ll think about it.” His brow wrinkled in hesitation as the rhino led the now dressed man to the door.

“Get some fresh air? You’ve been here a while.” McHorn leaned close, breath tickling the fuzzy vellum of Jack’s ear. “I’m sure it’ll help you decide.”

Jack gingerly stepped out of the station, piece of paper still in his sweaty hand. With the bustle of the city now drowning out his thrumming heart, he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out.