Wilson returned to sticking various fingers into Tim's asshole. Occasionally, he would spit on the finger or on Tim's hole, but just as often, the insertion was completely dry.
Jackson approached for his turn. He had put on his uniform belt, complete with handcuffs, service revolver, and baton. He ominously unsheathed the baton, grabbed a bunch of vaseline in his hand, and started lubricating it right in front of Tim's agonized eyes.
Jackson slathered some vaseline on Tim's ass, then slowly started pushing the long, rigid rod into Tim's rectum. Tim tried to cry out in pain, but the ball gag muffled his protests. He struggled against the bindings to no avail. Jackson proceeded to f**k Tim firmly with the baton, seeming to threaten to put it all the way inside, but stopping with only a few
