Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2006 10:37:55 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination 10

The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns,
cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then you should not read
this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of
age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed
to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matter'; got condom?

"Muscle Jocks For Domination"  10
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Hey, can I ask a favor, Matt? My car is parked over
on Elm, near the donut shop..."

"Where the shooting took place today. Man, would you
believe the nerve that kid had?"

Steve looked puzzled.

"Nerve? Kid? Are you talking about Raavi?"

"The young Indian guy, right?"

"That's who I mean. What about him, Matt?"

"Damn, everybody's talking about it. Don't tell me you
didn't hear, Steve?"

"I guess not. So, what about him?"

"What's his name?"

"Raavi... R-A-A-V-I."

"Well, Raavi had gone outside to fix the booth,
because the sliding door kept getting stuck. At the
same time he was eating some of those munchee things
from the hole?"

"The donut holes?"

"Right. Anyway, next door at the gas station, this guy
is standing there with a gun pointed at the attendant.
Raavi picks out one of the munchee's and hurls it at
the guy."

"A munchee? Like throw it at the guy?"

"Yeah, I know it sounds far-fetched Steve, but that's
what he does. Anyway, listen. The munchee hits the
gunman in the side of the head, drawing his attention
to Raavi long enough for the gas station attendant to
subdue the robber. Unfortunately for Raavi, the gun
went off, the bullet hitting him in the shoulder."

"Wow! What a story! I guess that does make him a hero
of sorts."

"Yeah and I kind of feel sorry for him because of his
arm."

"What about his arm, Matt?"

"Actually his shoulder. I overheard the doctor saying
this, so don't spread it around."

"Oh, I wouldn't. So?"

"He'll be normal, except his left arm wouldn't be able
to function as fast as the right."

"Oooooh no... that's depressing."

"Yeah, I feel for the guy too. He's so likeable. I
mean, not that I've spent a lot of time with him, but
you have, haven't you Steve?"

"Yeah, he's cute."

"Is that your blue Alexa over there?"

"Yeah, that's it. Man, now I'm bummed out over Raavi."

"Hey, sorry, Steve," Matthew says, his hand on Steve's
arm. "Really I am."

"Thanks. Now I feel like I should really go back to
the hospital and be with him. Can I take a raincheck
on going to your place, Matt?"

"Sure. We can get together another time, Steve."

However, Steve senses a bit of hurt in Matt's
rendering.

"What time do you get off from Pazzo's, Matt?"

"Way late. By the time I finish cleaning up, it'll be
early on in the a.m. hours, Steve."

"Well, I know hospital visiting hours will be over way
before that. Why don't you stop by my place. I might
still be up."

"And if you're not, Steve?"

With a wry grin on his face, Steve replies, "Don't
forget your toothbrush!"

Matthew likes the idea, saying, "Should I pack an
overnight bag?"

"Yeah, but forget about stuffing your PJ's in."

"Hmm, that means I can pack lite."

"Yeah, you won't have to worry about using those
muscles of yours too much, Matt."

"Muscles? Noticed, huh?"

Giggling, Steve reports, "Yeah. Was checking you out
in the elevator when riding up with Jim."

"Hee hee.. you're not the only one, Steve!"

"Hmm... maybe later we can compare six packs."

"Oh, I'd be interested in comparing much more than
that, Steve.  By the way, I meant to ask. Did you have
a run in or something with Ian, Steve?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"I found out from this guy named Bill."

"Bill. Yeah, I met him. What did he tell you?"

"Told me that when he first met Ian, he told Bill a
pack of lies about them being together, made it sound
intimate, like they would be moving in together,
building a relationship. Then Ian took his cherry and
dumped him."

That's all Steve had to hear to start up the fireworks
again.

"I was such a fuckin' dam fool!" Steve yelled out,
slamming his own head into the dashboard.

"Easy, Steve!" Matt said, pulling back on Steve's
shoulder, leaving his hand in place, rubbing over the
shoulder blades.

"I can't believe I let him trick me!"

"Is that what happened, Steve? He fuck you? Take your
cherry?"

"Yeah," Steve replied, turning his head and looking at
Matt. "Now I really feel like shit."

"Sorry," Matt sincerely consoled Steve. "You know,
it's Wednesday night at Pazzo's and they're never busy
on this night of the week. I think I'll call out."

"Forget it, Matt. I'm not asking you to skip out on
your job for me."

"You didn't ask me, Steve. I offered. Besides, how do
you know I'm doing it for you?"

Steve looked at Matt. Eyes connecting, Matt leaned
across the seat, unbuckling his belt as he went and
placed his lips on the troubled twenty-five year old.

"I care. Okay?" Matt said, breaking the affectionate
response.

"I see that. Thanks."

Then, through Matt's windshield, they see a patrol car
pull up in the strip mall and park. Out of the car, a
familiar face appears.

"Hey, look, it's Jim."

"Yeah, he's got a hot six pack, too!"

"Oh, so you've seen some action with too, Matt?"

"His buds had a bachelor party, in the basement room
at Pazzo's. It got a little rowdy and some of the cops
started stripping off their shirts."

"Must've been hot."

"I'll say and Jim sure does have a hot cop body!"

"How different than a construction worker would it
make it?"

"I dunno. Just a quirky thing. I think guys stripping
out of a uniform are hot. Especially when they've got
hot biceps, pecs and tight abs."

As Steve heard Matt describe the bodybuilder's body
underneath the cop's wardrobe, his crotch began
stirring in leaps and jumps. Wait'll later when Matt
saw his worked-out body, in the flesh. Not that he
gloated over his own body, but he figured Matt would
get more than a kick out of his rippled abs.

"And what are you two doing here?" Jim asked, leaning
in Matt's side of the car.

"Keeping tabs on your ass, of course," Matt replied.

"Hmm... let me know when you want to keep more than tabs
on it... by the way, Steve, tell me about your friend
Ian, there?"

"Ian?" Steve questioned, connecting eyes with Matt.

To Steve, it's the last person in the world he wanted
to chat about.

"What do you want to know, Jim?"

"Is he like attached?"

"You mean does he have a partner?"

"Or boyfriend."

With the wheels of his brain churning, Steve started
to get some vengeful ideas.

"No, on account of... well I probably shouldn't be
telling you this, Jim," Steve again looks to Matt.

"Tell me what? C'mon dammit! The man turns me on.
Don't keep me in suspense here."

"I don't know. I shouldn't be telling you what he
said, since I'm sure Ian would keep what I told him in
confidence."

"Oh come on, Steve."

"Yeah, Steve," even Matt provoked him.

"Alright. You forced my hand, Jim." Now, lying through
his teeth, Steve says, "Even though we had you on your
knees, Jim, Ian was disappointed."

"Disappointed? How so?"

Continuing the charade, Steve tells him, "Well, Ian
has this badboy, jock attitude, but in reality he told
me that he's had this fantasy of a cop busting him."

"You don't say?" Jim replied, his cock perking up, as
well as his attention.

"Right." Lying through his teeth, Steve continues, "He
told me he was totally disappointed that you were a
bottom and..."

"Bottom?" Matt asks. "You're not a bottom, Jim. Are
you?"

"Well, I kind of let the scene play out, Matt..."

"Matthew?" Matthew corrected Jim.

"Um, yeah, Matthew and...."

"Damn, the way you fucked that guy the night of the
bachelor party, Jim... I had no idea..."

"Yeah, well, in rare instances I'll get the hankering
to bottom out," Jim replies to Matt's query.

"Damn! Would never had believed it, Jim, the way you
had that guy's ass bent over the table and..."

"Forget about it, Matthew. Now, what's this about Ian,
Steve?"

"Well, he went through this whole shpeel about how he
was disappointed in you not being a top. Then, shit!
He went on to tell me about this fantasy he had about
acting like a badboy, meeting up with a hot topcop,
getting arrested, having his muscled body shoved up
against the car, hands cuffed behind his back and then
taken back to the barracks to get interrogated."

"Hmm...sounds like a hot scenario. Did he give you
anything else I could go on?"

Both Steve and Matt could tell just how hot Jim found
the wild story, wild! Standing there, grinding his
crotch into the door handle.

"Meaning?"

"After I got him back to the barracks," Jim placed his
reply more in the reality venue.

"You mean other than stripping him down, binding his
arms over his head and then testing his abs?"

"Hmm," Jim wiggled his eyebrows, "sounds like enough
to get me started on."

"Hey, are you going to get Raavi's jacket, Jim?" Steve
asks, breaking up the concentration on the facts.

"Oh yeah. Forgot," Jim replied, his mind now energized
and focused on the recent development.

"If you get the jacket, I could stop over at Raavi's,
feed the dog," Steve suggested.

"Yeah okay."

Matt and Steve waited in Matt's car.

"So, how much of that tale was true, Steve?"

"How did you know?"

"Hey, I have a good sense of intuition. Jim sounded
serious."

"I know. If he really lets his mind reel and follows
through..."

"You're not having second thoughts about what you told
Jim, are you Steve?"

"No way. Why?"

"Because I have this feeling that not only you, but
Bill and other guys we don't know about, that got
their cherry asses snatched from them by Ian, will be
glad that revenge is being sought."

"Yeah, wouldn't it be nice to be a fly on the wall
watching all the action."

"Better yet, Steve. See if it makes a difference in
how Ian prances himself around, as the tough badboy
hood he pretends to be."

"Pretends? He had me fooled."

"Hey, let me tell you something, Steve. I've chatted
online with his brother."

"Brother? You've met Ian's brother?"

"Yeah, Terrence Ringold. Saw him once when he came to
the hospital to pick up the house key he lost, that
Ian had made a copy for him."

"Ian introduce you to him?"

"No. I introduced myself, after Ian like humiliated
him in front of the staff."

"That bastard!"

"I know."

"Did you talk long with him?"

"About the time it takes to go from the top floor to
the bottom of the elevator. He's a real nice kid."

"Kid, huh? How old? Our ages?"

"How old are you, Steve?"

"Twenty-five and you?"

"Much younger. Twenty-four!"

"Big deal. So, what about Terrence's stats?"

"Hey, it's not like I took him to bed, Steve."

"I'm not asking for cock size, Matt."

"Yeah. Okay. He's twenty-seven, about six feet tall,
maybe hundred and ninety, ninety-five pounds, brown
hair. And oh, forgot, a hot goatee."

"Hmm.. was thinking of growing one myself."

"Are you smooth, Steve?"

"What's that got to do with it?"

"Hee heee.. nothing, other than I like smooth guys
with goatees, but I'll take you anyway you come."

Giggling, Steve replied, "I think I better start
letting my beard grow, starting tomorrow morning."

"Cool! Don't tell me you're smooth, then?"

"Mostly. Got this thin trail dividing my abs. I'll
shave it if you want?"

"No fuckin' way, Steve. I like hot trails."

"That's good, because I kind of like them myself."

"Looks like I'm out of luck then. My stomach is all
this fuzzy hair."

"Hey, if you want a trail, Matt, it's nothing that
some shaving cream and razor can't handle!"

"Never thought of that before, Steve. Hey, could you
do it for me?"

"Shave your stomach?"

"Yeah. Would be cool to have a trail down my abs, like
you."

"Sure. I never shaved a guy's body before, but it
can't be much different then a chin."

"Hee heee.. bet it'll make you rock hard."

"You think, Matt?"

"I think that's why you're keeping your thighs pressed
together, Steve!"

Blushing Steve's face showed the prospects of shaving
Matt's stomach. With Steve's neck cupped in his hand,
Matt pulled him over for a sweet kiss.

"Isn't this sweet. Here's the jacket. I checked. The
keys are in the right pocket, along with the kid's
wallet."

"Thanks Jim."

"By the way, Jim?"

"Yeah, Steve?"

"You know Ian was telling me that he's really into
this kidnapping scene."

"Kidnapping?" Jim replies, almost like he can taste
it.

"Yeah. He told me he jerks off at night to a fantasy
of going out to his car after work, a hot muscled cop
waiting for him, cuffing his hands behind his back,
roughing him up, taking some jabs at his hot abs,
before taking him back to the barracks."

"Jabs, you say?" Jim replies.

"Yeah. Ian has this fetish about having his worked abs
getting tested."

"Tested?"

"Yeah. He told me how he like's a nice big cop's fist
working them. He laughed telling me how he would
challenge any cop to breaking him."

"Is that so?"

Glancing out of his window, Matt can see the momentum
building in Jim's crotch.

"I also overheard Ian tell me that he gets out tonight
at midnight."

"Hmm."

"Yeah and he has tomorrow off."

"And?" Jim asks.

"Nothing. Just telling you." Then, to Matt, Steve
says, "I'll get my car. You can follow me, Matt."

"Okay, Steve."

The two drive off, one following the other, leaving
Jim standing there in the parking lot, in deep
thought.


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Continued.....

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