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Chris Evans plays a hot cop in the Broadway play ‘Lobby Hero’

I caught Chris Evans last night in the Second Stage production of “Lobby Hero,” a play written by Kenneth Lonergan and also starring Michael Cera. My friend Jay, who like me is a longtime admirer of the NYPD, bought the tickets and treated me as an early birthday present.

Lobby Hero Chris Evans

 

In the play Evans plays an NYPD cop, and his character is hot and cocky. He had a commanding presence on stage, and even in scenes when he was up in the 22nd floor there was tension in the air waiting for him to return. In the play Evans has a mustache, but in the posters out front and on the Playbill he is clean-shaven. He has his jacket on throughout. He wears a duty belt, but I did not see any cuffs. Early in the play, however, Cera’s character, a security guard, reveals a fantasy involving a (female) cop, handcuffs and a nightstick. Later in the play, he asks about the NYPD changing its uniform color from dark blue to light blue and back again.

Here are some pictures of the signs outside the Hayes Theater on West 44th Street:

Chris Evans on Broadway

Risk – Part 05

By lthr_jock

Mike opened his eyes to blackness. He could feel the tightness of rubber over his entire body including his head. He took a deep breath and felt relief as air flooded his lungs. His nose was full of the smell of rubber and he couldn’t hear anything. His arms were down at his sides and when he tried to move them he could feel heavy rubber over his fingers preventing him moving them. He could feel sweat running all over his body and his cock stiffened as he realised that one again he was completely trapped. And once again, he had allowed Gordon to do this to him.

Mike cast his mind back to the chair. After Jan left him he raged and struggled against the restraints. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, how the Pole had shaved his head and now he was sat there like some skinhead. He panicked a little gasping for breath around the gag, causing drool to pool inside the muzzle and then run out the sides and over his thick collar and naked chest. Eventually he started to calm down. He had no choice but to wait for Gordon to return and he would finish this all then. This was a step too far. He started to breath more easily and once again became aware of the noises from outside the flat. He also became aware of his stirring cock, of the way the rubber slid and slurped with every minor movement and he realised that he was still highly aroused by his predicament.

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Risk – Part 03

By lthr_jock

Mike screamed and yelled into the gag. All sorts of possibilities were going through his mind and his fought hard against the restraints causing the bed to jump and bang against the wall. Gordon stood watching him grinning at the sight. Although he had promised nothing sexual would happen to Mike, he enjoyed the sight of the muscular, restrained male fighting to break free. Gordon let Mike go on for a couple of minutes and then he took his hand and placed it over Mike’s mouth and pushed down. Mike felt the ballgag pushed further into his mouth completely blocking it. As it did, he had to breathe through his nose and he then realised that Gordon had blocked his nose as well. He stopped yelling as he fought for breath. As soon as he stopped, Gordon removed his hand and Mike gulped in the air again.

“Alright, Mikey, calm down. Nothing has happened to you.” Mike opened his eyes and stared up at Gordon . “I promised, didn’t I? You got drunk and passed out. Jan did this to you – his sense of humour I’m afraid. But I made sure nothing else was done.”

Gordon looked at his watch. “Right. Time for me to go. Jan usually sleeps late after a session like that, so you can expect to be for another couple of hours – unless, you want to stop?” Mike stopped still. Looking down he could see that his cock was now fully erect. He shook his head.

“Good then – and look, those pictures will be nice souvenirs for you.” Gordon tousled Mike’s hair “See you soon.”

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Risk – Part 01

By lthr_jock

Mike stood opposite the dingy block of flats, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another. His clothes helped him blend in to the area – a worn hoody with the hood up over a baseball cap, jeans pale at the knees and an old pair of boots. But he had been stood there for 10 minutes now and he had already seen several people stare at him curiously. He turned to go and went ten paces down the road away from the flats before stopping, turning and jogging across the road. Almost running, he headed up the stairs to the front door. Looking at the scratched and faded entry panel, he located 48 and before he could change his mind he punched the button.

It seemed like minutes before a distorted voice spoke.

“What?”

“It’s…it’s PC..I mean, it’s Mike.” The voice at the other end of the phone chuckled. “Come on in. Second floor.” With a click the door opened and Mike went into the stairwell. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of urine in the stairwell and headed up, taking the steps two at a time. When he reached the second floor he was barely breathing hard and he strode out on to the balcony. He ignored the rubbish piled up and the unidentifiable muck crunching under his boots as he walked along to Flat 48. The door was ajar and he pushed it open before stepping into the gloom and closed the door behind him.

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