The cop has asked to be alone with you in your room for the interview. You notice that the whole time he's taking notes and talking to you that his eyes are fixed on your crotch.
"So after hanging by your jockstrap for two days, are you sore?"
"A bit--it was the ultimate wedgy."
You both laugh, he leans in closer obviously sniffing you.
He licks his lips.
Nervously, he asks, "Sir, I know this is highly unusual, but I find you very attractive..."
"Thank you," you say, "You're pretty buff too." Part of your mind asks why you said that. Guess you're thinking with your cock--or maybe your jock is?
The next thing you know you're kissing. Then your jockstrap is around your ankles and the officer is giving you a great blow job. There's a tap at the door.
The officer swallows, and says, "Just a minute!" He coughs, wipes his lips and helps you back into your jockstrap and back into your bed.
"Rest assured sure that I'll make this Miles O'Toole pay for what he done to you!"
Kevin slurping up the last drops of your cum is giddy with how well his plan is proceeding. He vaguely wonders if in his current state of being a jockstrap, he might get drunk on your cum?
Only one way to find out, as the doctor enters to give you a quick once over before releasing you.