Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 06:45:25 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination 20

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"  20
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Rest period's over, Rick."

"I think I've had enough, sir," Rick tells Verraros,
after an hour of abs-testing.

"Had enough, Rick? Don't shit me."

Smiling, Rick knows the score.

"I know you all too well, Rick. What's it been, five
months?"

"Next week is our anniversary. Six months."

"Time flies when you're having fun, huh?"

Not only the kinky bdsm, but the real feelings Max has
for Rick, begins to ride his soul. With the exchanged
words, the chaps-clad master moves closer to his
`boy'. With his hands pawing the twenty-six year olds
sides, their lips unite.

Holding his master, in reciprocal action, Rick replies
to the affection given, "I was going to wait till next
week... our anniversary date... make it kind of special,
Max..."

"You're leaving me?" the astonished look filled Max's
face, as well slightly releasing the muscled biceps.

"Hardly. I've been thinking about what you said about
moving in with you."

Seeing the punchline coming, the twenty-eight year old
master smiles, reflecting on the deep bonds that have
developed between the two muscled executives.

"But..."

A flash of hope dissipated from Max's being.

"But what, Rick?"

"I just wanted to know about Steve."

"Steve? What do you want to know?"

"You wanted him to come here. I wanted to know your
intentions. That's all."

Laughing, Max told him, "Steve is a play toy. I like
to play with his emotions. He's fun." Then, falling
into a more serious trance, he gazed into Rick's eyes,
saying, "What I need is a partner."

"Partner? I thought I was your boy."

"Yeah, okay. You're my boytoy, but in bed, by my
side," Max began to lay it on deep, as if packing the
butter on a bagel, "a boy, a man, by my side. Then
again, a man who can take what I dish out. You're all
of that, Rick."

"Wow! I didn't know you felt that deeply about me,
Max."

"Rick, there's another thing."

"What's that?"

"There's a counterpart to all that we are to each
other. In reality, the most important part of the
equation... Do you love me, Rick?"

Smiling, now behaving as the dominant half, Rick took
over the sweet approach of love making. His hands
coursing over the master's back, reaching underneath
the leather straps of the harness, his chest and
stomach pressuring the leather pieces across the
frontal area, Rick forced his lips into love play, as
well as answering the question with his actions.

Breaking up their love action, Max replies, "I guess
you've answered my question."

"Yeah, okay. How do you want me?"

Before Max Verraros can dream up the holding position
for the fist-to-gut workout, he reaffirms the vow of
love. Palms to his torso, Max lines up their naked
crotches, lip-locking Rick.

"Hmm... I think maybe your abs have taken enough
punishment for one night, Rick."

"Ooooh. Come on, Max."

"Alright. Have it your way, but only ten or so more,
Rick and then we're hitting the sheets."

"Ten? A wimpy ten?"

Standing there, Max wondered who dominated who. Like
usual, he was letting the twenty-six year old, bottom,
muscled jock get his way.

"Over there, Rick and grab a bedpost in each hand."

Rick literally ran to the foot of the king-sized bed,
turning his back to the mattress. Stretching his arms
out, he leapt up a bit, to capture the posts in each
hand, wrapping his palms around the narrow part of
each stanchion, on tippee toes. Right away, feeling
the tension mount in his abdominals, stretching every
fiber of muscle tissue, his obliques stretched to the
max, encouraged the moment to grow erotic. Soon he
would be feeling the hot, twenty-eight year old
hunk's hot fist in his gut, testing the brick abs that
he's worked on everyday at the gym.

"I'm not holding back like I did a few minutes ago,
Rick."

"Cool," Rick responded.

Building up the scene, had become part of the hot play
between the dominant master and his muscle jock for
abuse. Even though, at times, it had been hot to tie
Rick's wrists to the tall bed posts, now the turn on
had already been implanted. All that remained is the
`play' factor.

Holding his fist up, Max told Rick, "My heavy fist is
going to be wearing down your hard abs, boy."

"Cool," the turned on response came, as Rick tensed
his own abs, the dark brown, defined trail, separating
his abs, doing it's own little snake dance.

"Going to start here," Max threatened, three fingers
pressing right above Rick's hairy bellyhole, putting a
dent in his stomach.

"Oh fuck, just do it!" Rick's insatiable desire
provoked.

To humiliate Rick even more, he smiled his evil smile,
so much a part of Max Verraro's play, as his
unclenched hand pawed the hairy mass, mid chest,
circling till it connected with one of Rick's nubs.

"Oooooooh!" Rick sighed, the hand gliding over his
pec, as he looked down.

Grinning, Max, in his own glory, fingered the left nub
on the muscled pec, grabbing it between fingernail and
thumbnail, torturing the little tidbit, grasping it
and pulling hard away from Rick's pec.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Rick cried out, arching his back and
dropping his head back, sighing with immense pleasure
and pain.

The good, good feeling made Rick forget about Max's
fist hovering around his stomach.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Rick cried out, his
shoulders suddenly conforming to the impact of Max's
fist's punching force.

Backing off, Max smiled, rubbing his crotch.

"Ohhhhhh..... oooooh man...." Rick sighed.

"Good one, huh boy?"

"Ye..... yes, sir...." He tried to regain control.

However, Max was eager to make it to the bed scene,
for relief, so then went at Rick's gut, full force,
both fists.

"Time to go for a ride, boy!"

Rick held on to the bed posts, taking everything Max
had to dish out. Fist after fist, delved into the
muscle jock's belly, taking a small toll, until Rick
began to lose his restraining grips.

"Wimp!" Max Verraros accused him of, after about
twelve punches.

Making a statement, Max grabbed each of Rick's lowered
wrists, the ones moving, to protect the gut-bashing
and held them up to the bedposts.

"I'm not finished with you yet, boy!"

High in the erotic mode, both played the game, as Rick
answered, "Yes, sir," once again gripping the wooden
poles.

"Ugggghhhh! Ugggggh! Uggghhhhhh!" Rick took each gut
punch, then a double jab, "Ughh! Ugh!"

Max knew when the end of their play came, as Rick let
go of his bondage position, falling to his knees,
doubling up.

"Oh man was that fuckin' hot!" Max cried out, rubbing
each fist against a palm.

Both sweating, knew this part of their evening
`workout', outside of the bed perimeter, had come to a
close. As has happened numerous times, Max walked
around the perimeter of the bed, crashing into the
mattress.

"Hurry up, Rick... I need an ass to fuck, before I lose
it!"

Even though he still needed time to recover, his inner
being responded to the remark. Like Max Verrraro's
need to punch fuck ass, Rick needed to feel the
torture tool plow his ass. Getting up, he steadied
himself with grabbing one bedpost with both hands.
They slid above his head, his chest and stomach lining
up with the tall pole.

"Oooooooh fuck!" He called out.

"You alright?"

"Oh, I'm more than alright, Max," Rick replied,
calling the `master' by his rightful name, as the play
time wound down.

"How's the abs?"

"Fuckin' hot!" Rick reported back, a hand slipping to
his stomach, to make sure they were still there, then
joking, "Mushy..."

"Fuck that! They could still take another twenty."

However, feeling the compassion engulfing his being,
plus the need to work his hard shaft, Max rises up
from the bed. Kneeling, he takes Rick's arm,
dislodging them from reaching upwards. Falling
backwards, he pulls the six foot, one inch jock on top
of himself.

"Oooophfff!"

Then flipping Rick over onto the bed, Max does
something that doesn't surprise the `boy'. Leaning his
head downwards, down Rick's bod, the team boss engages
tongue on the dark fur trail.

"Ooooooooh," Rick sighs, as the wet tongue mops up the
sweaty abs.

As Max has done a zillion times, comes back up the
trail, licking the furry path, deviating now and then
to outline each abdominal line of muscle.

"Yeah," Max stops to admire, "could've worked these
over some more."

However, it's his pulsating crotch that sways him,
driving him onwards towards his ultimate goal.

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"I don't believe you're doing it to me again,
Matthew!"

"Like you mind it, Steve?"

Steve shuts up and lets it happen, as Matt's eight
inch tube massages his love chute.

%

Two a.m. and Raavi's bored stiff, looking out the
hospital window, at the street lamps below. Even
though an intravenous unit isn't plugging his vein, to
move his arm around pains him. Of course, his mind is
on room 228, but without help, he finds fault in
trying to dislodge himself from the bed.

"Raavi?"

"Owch!" He cries out, trying to do a sit up, to see
who's poking their head between the door and frame.

"Raavi?"

"Ohhh, Luis. Come in."

"Not sleeping?"

"No, I'm awake Luis."

As Luis enters, the door remains wedged open, by an
unknown presence.

Raavi hears, "A half hour kid, that's it."

"Who was that?" Raavi questions.

"Policeman. At my room. I tell him I need to see you.
He let me come."

"Need to see me?" becomes Raavi's immediate concern.

"I have dream."

"Was I in it?" Raavi asks, joking.

However, as the light reflects off of Luis Alvarez's
light browned face, it's revealed by the grin.

"My dream tell me that I like you."

"How much, Luis?"

"I have to come see you to tell you. What you think
Raavi?"

It wasn't a dreamlike state that Raavi had felt, hours
earlier. On the contrary, the twenty year old had
sensed something real, when visiting the Latino in his
own room.

"What do I think?" Raavi, not a great one with words,
stumbled over the explanation, "I think
your dream is right."

"Right?"

"I like you, Luis," became the only sensible means by
which to convey the thoughts, from one twenty year
old, to the other.

"I wanted to tell you that too."

With his hand on Raavi's shoulder, Luis asks, "Do you
want to kiss?"

"I'd like that."

"I never kiss hombre before."

"I have... I mean, not many... before...." Raavi made his
own confession.

Being that he's already versed, at kissing, Raavi
reaches up and takes the back of the twenty year old
Latino's head and forces it down to his. However, he
tries moving the wrong arm, in the process of
delivering the wet lips.

"Ooooooh."

"I hurt you?"

"Oh no. No, no, no... you could never hurt me, Luis."

A smile is followed with Luis taking his own
initiative to meet Raavi on his own terms, not moving,
nor flinching a muscle, for their lips to meet.

"You know what, Raavi?"

"What, Luis?"

"I like kissing hombres."

"Oh, so you're going to go around kissing lots of
hombres, now, is it?"

"Oh no. Only one."

Raavi smiles at the seriousness of Luis' summation.

"Why don't you lie down here with me, Luis?"

"I fit?" Then, as Raavi moves, wincing, he replies,
"Careful. I don't want you to hurt, Raavi."

"I don't want me to hurt either, but some things are
worth it... I mean.. the hurt."

Either of the twenty year olds, not really versed in
the gay scene, stuttered when it came to voicing their
opinions, yet knew some thing had become established
between the two.

%

"Mmmmm... you're ass tastes so good, Joshua."

"Likewise," Josh complained, as his inner being
reacted so favorably to Jordan's tongue massaging his
hairy ass rim.

Reaching to Josh's hands, Jordan took them, pulling
them from his sides, placing them on the hairy ass. It
didn't take rocket-science thinking to figure out that
Jordan asked of him.

Even so, Jordan tells him, "Pull them apart. I want to
get in deeper."

Liking the sound of the idea, Josh touches his own
ass, separating the mounds, splitting the hairy
crevice open further.

"Oooooooh-uuuuuuhhhhhh!" the action is praised, as
Jordan's tongue sinks in deeply.

The pleasure is short-lived, as Josh makes a
monumental decision.

"You're turn, buddy-boy," the twenty-four year gives
as explanation.

Getting up, Josh literally slaps Jordan on the ass.

"Owch! Heeeeeeey!"

"Get on your back and get those legs up in the air!"

"Yes, sir!" Jordan salutes, in the dark.

With the lamp post's shimmering through the blinds,
the two exchange positions, only Jordan flat on his
back, his hands under his thighs, propping his legs in
the upward position. He doesn't need to brace his legs
long, as Josh's muscled shoulders take up the slack.

"This is going to feel so hot," Josh anticipates, his
cock head already sizing up the taut hole.

"Um, can you break me in... like slow?" Jordon begs,
wincing at the touch of head to his hole opening.

"You know, I wanted... no, yearned to do this way back
in college, when we roomed together."

"And you know why you didn't get the chance, too,
right Joshua?"

"Sure. You claimed some bull like you were saving your
cherry for 'that special guy'. So who got to finally
take it?"

"You."

"Me? What are you talking about Jordan?"

"I was holding at for you."

"Huh?"

"It wasn't any coincidence that I wheeled Raavi into
Luis' room."

Sitting back on his heels, relaxing Jordan's legs,
still propped up on his shoulder, Josh sat back,
stills keeping his cock in fucking good shape, as he
listened to reason.

"What are you saying, Jordan?"

"Hee heee... It's me. I mean, I told Raavi that Luis
was a hot looking guy and that possibly they could
make a connection."

"You used Raavi?"

"Well, that's the way it started out, but as you can
see, as well as me, it seems they kind of caught on to
each other."

"You know, you're a real asshole, Jordan?"

It's then that Josh lost all sense of regarding
Jordan's feelings for a slow, sweet taking of his
cherry. Grabbing his muscled thighs, Josh pulled, at
the same time slapping his chest against the long
legs, pressing his cock forwards, till it made
contact.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkoooooooohhakkkkooooohfuck!

Jordan screams out in pain, as Josh stabs him in the
ass.

"Oh fuck that hurt!" Jordan complains, as Josh pulls
all the way out.

"There. I took your cherry," Josh teases.

"Took my cherry? That's not how it's supposed to go!"

"Like playing with Raavi and Luis, Jordan?"

"They like each other."

"And what if they didn't. How do you know that I have
feelings for you, like you have for me?"

Laying the facts on the line, Jordan thought about it
for two seconds.

"Like I said, Joshua... I... I've been saving myself
for that special guy. A guy that I met a long time
ago, hoping to find him... get him back."

As Jordan poured out his tender feeling, his legs
parted, dropping to the sides of Josh's bod. Sitting
up, with little effort needed, he put his hands behind
Josh's back, palms flat with his blades. Their cocks
lay side by side, as their lips meet.

"So, you going to let this special guy finish what he
started?"

With great muscular control, Jordan allows himself to
retreat, his back slowly lowering to the bed sheet.

"Only if you're serious, Joahua."

"Serious? I was serious six years ago."

Now, in complete surrender, Jordan lifts his legs, as
Josh prepares himself for a more civilized entry.

%

Continued.....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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