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“Hello, Emil. My name is Inspector Sokolov. I’ll be speaking to you tonight.” The officer took off his hat and placed it on the table. The stiff, masculine angles of the secret police uniform looked strange on his androgynous body. A long strand of black hair fell in front of his eyes and he brushed it back with the tips of his fingers, wrist gliding back across his head before resting on top of its sibling. “I hope you weren’t waiting for very long.”“No.” Emil mumbled.“Do you know why they brought you in?”Emil felt like a shamed dog. He should not. He repeated the resistance’s mottos within his head. Desire is beautiful. Truth is power. There is power in our sexuality. Emil looked down at the table and imagined those words etched into the shiny steel.“No, sir.” Emil said.“Do you know where you are?”“No, sir.”“This is the sex crimes unit, division 3. We investigate trans offenses.”Emil did not respond. The country may have taken away the right to a lawyer, but they couldn’t charge you for being silent. Inspector Sokolov leaned in expectantly. His leather gloved hands drummed on the steel table.“That doesn’t jog your memory?” Inspector Sokolov asked.“No, sir.”Inspector Sokolov sighed.“That’s a shame.” He said. “I was hoping we could let you out tonight.”Emil looked up at Inspector Sokolov.“I have a rough idea of what you did.” Inspector Sokolov continued. “Väinö’s neighbors called in about a noise disturbance. Väinö we know as a sexual troublemaker, but this is your first offense. All I need is some information about why you were there. Details. You tell me exactly what you were doing there and I can let you go. We might not even call you back. I need to ensure that whatever you did was above the board.”Emil said nothing. Inspector Sokolov frowned, chewed on his lower lip, clenched and unclenched his fist as he waited. With every passing second, Emil felt bolder. He could stare Inspector Sokolov down to the ground if he could. Tonight was full of firsts for Emil.Inspector Sokolov’s actor-like poise cracked.“Have you visited Väinö before?” Inspector Sokolov asked.Emil had never had a poker face before. Now he knew how to keep it steady.“Don’t remember?” Inspector Sokolov asked.Emil breathed in deeply.Inspector Sokolov let out a long, exasperated sigh.“Emil, you’re only hurting yourself.” He pointed towards the one-sided window. “If you don’t talk to me, I could fill in any details I want about what happened. There are no recordings. It’s your word against mine. I could write, say, that you were Väinö’s lover and that you were abusive to him. Boom, now it’s a domestic abuse charge. Two years in prison minimum. But you know what kind of sentences the courts give people like you.”Emil’s eyebrow twitched.“You’d have to stay here until your court date.” Inspector Sokolov’s voice dropped as he leaned closer. “We could keep bringing you in for more details. More interrogations. Every day, there’d be a new inspector probing you, pressing you. There’s more chances for you to get beaten or slapped or…”Emil’s poker face dropped.“I knew you’d like that.” Inspector Sokolov’s mouth curled into a crooked smile. “You know how I can tell? There’s handcuff marks on your wrists.”Emil pulled his shirt sleeves down.“Are those the only bruises?”Emil couldn’t look at Inspector Sokolov anymore. He tried to look down, only to have the inspector grab his head and yank it up. Emil shrieked. Inspector Sokolov eyed him as if looking for a place to sink his teeth.“No, there’s one near your collar.” Inspector Sokolov said. He let go and pushed his chair back.“If you won’t tell me what happened, then I’ll have to inspect you. Take off your clothes.”Emil’s eyes widened. Inspector Sokolov’s protruding brown eyes moved constantly up and down Emil’s body; it was obvious that he wanted Emil to notice. No, do not give in. Fuck the police. It was a last gasp of strength before Inspector Sokolov stormed over and kicked Emil over, sending him tumbling to the ground. Emil lifted himself up, only to come face-to-face with a small pistol.“Take off your clothes.” Inspector Sokolov demanded. “No one is watching, if I’m the one who writes the report then I’ll say you smuggled this in and shot yourself. Now move.”Any bravery Emil had melted away. In its place came the survival instincts, in this case it was the desire to fawn. Emil removed his clothes one by one, trying not to notice how Inspector Sokolov watched him, consumed every black bruise and bloody cut as if Emil was a piece of art. He didn’t realize how obvious his activities were until a glob of spunk dribbled out onto the floor.Inspector Sokolov whistled.“You’re quite the whore, aren’t you.” Inspector Sokolov sneered. “Then again, everyone in division 3 is a whore.”“It was my first time.” Emil said.That surprised the inspector.“First time in bondage?” he asked.“First time ever.”“First time ever doing what?”Emil opened his mouth, but nothing came out. The inspector didn’t wait before he grabbed Emil and dug his gloves into the healing chest wound. Emil screamed.“Tell me everything.” Inspector Sokolov demanded. He grabbed Emil’s crotch and dug his fingers inside. Emil could feel an erection pressing against him.“We were roleplaying.” Emil said. “It was a noncon thing.”“Do you like being raped?” Inspector Sokolov’s palm rubbed against Emil’s clit.“No!” Emil cried.“You fooled me.” With that, Inspector Sokolov grabbed Emil by the neck and slammed him into the table. The gloved hands squeezed tighter for a moment, only a moment, before releasing. The shock kept Emil from moving.“Did Vaimo hit you?” Inspector Sokolov asked.“Yeah.”“Do you like remembering it?”Emil had never felt so embarrassed. Inspector Sokolov leaned in close until his uniform buttons dug into Emil’s bare chest.“I found 300ml testosterone cypionate in your apartment during the investigation.” Inspector Sokolov whispered. “You and I know transitioning is illegal. Shhh, it’s okay. It won’t be part of the investigation. I’ll return it when you leave. But only if I have something else to write on your report.” His gloved fingers stroked the side of Emil’s face. “I’m helping you.”“Yes.” Emil murmured.“Do you like remembering it?” Inspector Sokolov repeated himself.“Yes, sir.” Emil’s voice cracked.“Did Väinö hit you while he fucked you?”Emil tried to swallow in his tears.“Let me help you remember.” Inspector Sokolov undid his pants and fished his cock out. Emil caught a hint of pink lace under the black police pants. The inspector did not wait to shove himself deep inside Emil’s cunt, eased in by the remaining cum and Emil’s own juices, now shamefully present on his thighs.“Did Väinö hit you while he fucked you?” Inspect Sokolov repeated. He thrust slowly.“Yes, sir.” Emil murmured.Inspector Sokolov smacked Emil in the face.“I don’t need to ask if you’d like it.” Inspector Sokolov snarled. “I can feel it. You squeeze down every time you think about him.”Tears dripped down Emil’s face and onto the steel table below him.“Did you cum?”“Sir, I… I don’t want- It’s… it’s embarrassing.”Inspector Sokolov’s crooked smile returned. He reached down and stroked at Emil’s enlarged clit, changing his speed in time with Emil’s aroused cries. The other gloved hand reached up and twisted one of Emil’s bruised breasts.“I’ll talk!” Emil sobbed.“You’ll show me.” Inspector Sokolov snarled. He angled his hips just so, up against the most sensitive spot inside Emil. The inspector’s eyes never left Emil, his fingers rotated from crotch to bruise, a constant pleasurable switching from pain to pleasure. It felt like the touch was endless, the thrusting in time with the gentle rub of leather on his clit made Emil flinch, try to twist out, his hips bucked and he came against Inspector Sokolov’s leather glove. At that instant, he started bawling. Crying had never felt so incredible.The thrusting sped up and soon Emil felt the tell-tale throbbing inside his hole. Inspector Sokolov’s cum was thinner than usual.“Thank you for your help, Emil.” Inspector Sokolov said. “I don’t think there’s any need to pursue this matter further. I’ll have the receptionist return your things to you.” His poise had returned. He wiped his cock off on Emil’s leg and tucked it away. “You only got sent to division 3 because you’re suspected of being-”“Do you belong in division 3 too?” Emil sniffed.What was the sadness that came over Inspector Sokolov? Now it was his turn to avoid Emil’s eyes.