Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2006 04:45:09 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com> Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination 23 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" 23 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % In no time, Steve stood there, his dress shirt unbuttoned, dress slacks sliced open at the zipper and Rick licking away at half the portion, left side of Steve's 8.5c. "That protocol?" Steve inquired, as he looked down upon the 6'1" jock, servicing himself. Interrupting the sweet tongue-to-ball massage, Rick replies, "Force of habit." Steve smiles, recalling their conversation, whereas Rick divulged the kinky play that ensued last night, between he and Max Verraros. Looking down upon the guy, just one year older, twenty-six, he began to get some ideas that might enhance both of their sexual attraction. "That's enough. Get on my cock, 'boy'." Rick halted, popped Steve's ballsac out of his mouth, replying, "Yes, Sir." Without further ado, Steve peered down, to watch the 178 pound muscle jock manuver about on his knees, with hands clasped behind his back. Rick's new temporary master admired the agility of how the tall jock could crook his neck, to pick up his hard, weighted shaft and fit his tongue underneath. As if lifting it with his hand, Rick's oral workout proved highly successful, immediately forcing Steve's cock inside his mouth. Turning him on, Steve thought up another tool for erotic play. Reaching forward, he loosened, then removed Rick's tie. Without causing Rick to lose the rhythm of the swirling action of his tongue circling Steve's helmet, he reached down behind the executive muscle slut and began the process of binding Rick's wrists behind his back. "Too tight?" Steve asked. Too busy working out, Rick replied, muted, "Un-uh." Rising from his busy bondage-making, Steve gazed at the action across the table from himself. There, totally in the buff, stood Verraros, himself enjoying a total cock workover, by Sam's orifice. "Looks like I had you figured out all wrong, Kestner," Max replied, with a thumbs up and wink. Steve smiled back, replying, "Could be I had myself figured out all wrong." Max smiled, then returned his attention to his personal cocksucker. As Rick ran his tongue up and down Steve's shaft, the twenty-five year old began to proceed with a self-analysis. What presented itself as confusing, Steve thought about how turned on he could get, sometimes bordering on being dominated and other times, get a major hardon, being on top. Case in point, yesterday he submitted to Verraros' will and threw a boner, his insides all tingly, taking the verbal and emotional abuse. Last night, he enjoyed taking the upper hand with Matt, fucking the living daylights out of his ass, yet this morning totally gave in to Matt's topguy attitude. And now, part of the 'hard' cutting edge of his erection was due to the erotic emotion of dominating Rick. Within a minute of thought, he dropped the subject, taking Verraros' advice of seizing the moment. Five minutes passed and he caught himself sinking deeper into the dominant mode, untying Rick's hand, then telling him to strip the shirt, pants and briefs. The heel of his palm then forced Rick over the boardroom table. Soon his cock enjoyed the splendor of stabbing the exec's chute, digging in and out. Taking the hint, Max concluded the throating action, turning Sam out over the table. Side by side, the two took ass. "Tell ya what, Steve." "What?" He replied, half traumatized by the ass massage. "Got a little wager for you." "Oh? And how would that go, Mr. Verraros, Master, Sir?" Smiling, Verraros opened with, "It's Max." "What's your wager, Max?" "A race. You come first and you've got a raise and promotion." "And if you come first, 'Max'?" "You still get the promotion." "Hmm... Looks like I better get started on that raise, then." Like the hammers of hell, Steve began drilling Rick's ass. % By the time the credits rolled around, both twenty year olds had been reduced to the buff. Plus, Raavi's spacious room had filled up with the manscent that's associated with two hot gay men clasped in each other's sexual grip. Beyond the barriers of foreign lingo, Luis called out, as Raavi knelt on the floor, in front of the sofa, "Fuckin' bueno!" Raavi could decipher the translation, as his palms lay on Luis' smooth thighs, his tongue licking around the head of the 9.5c. "Ooooooooooooh..." Luis sighed, his hands clenching the sofa fabric. "Want to fuck me now?" Raavi asked. "Fuck you?" Smiling at each other, Raavi looking into the deep, black eyes of the Latino, Luis returned the gaze, realizing his own discovery that it's possible the two twenty year olds have crossed the boundaries from friendship to love, wanting to seal the bonds between them. "I've never felt like this before Luis." "Tell me?" Raavi took that as, more of an explanation needed. Taking Luis' hands in his, eyed up the sweaty chest, then returned his eyes to Luis' face. "When my mother and father died, they left me like hollow inside. Do you follow?" "Same as me." "Your mother and father are dead?" "No familia," Luis replied. Translating the fact wasn't tough. "Then we have more in common," Raavi replied. Right now, for Luis, his emotions seethed as he discovered that he wasn't the only one experiencing emotional rescue. "All alone. My heart is.. is sinking," Luis tried expressing himself. Raavi picked up the chin that had sunk to Luis' smooth chest, exception, the black hair swirling around each nip. Lips met, which helped Luis snap out of his temporary depression. "Luis, I want you to take me." "Huh?" "I want us to... to make a bond." "No comprendo." Understanding Luis' lack of comprehending, Raavi then replied, "I want you to claim me, by... Luis, will you fuck me?" Luis, raised eyebrows, showing sentiment, his questioning turned to real feelings, as he smiled, nodding his head 'yes'. Rising from his kneeling position, Raavi took his new lover's hand and led him over to the bed. % Five minutes after Steve's sweating chest crashed into Rick's wet back, he turns his head towards Max. "So, Max?" Still panting, from injecting his semen deep into Sam's ass chamber, the big shot exec turns his head towards Steve's beginning conversation. "So what....Steve?" the interrupted breathing spills out from the hundred and sixty-nine pound executive jock. "How much raise am I deserving?" "Be generous," Rick adds in, "that was one hot fuck!" "You'll pay for that remark," Max tells Rick, looking into his sweaty face. "I hope so," Rick replies, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling. Sam, not oblivious to the secreted emotions, asks, "Um, can I get in on some of that action?" His hands gliding over Sam's sweating back, Max replies, "Looks like I've found us a playmate, Rick." "Cool," Rick insinuates, "two bottoms for one top?" "Hmm, didn't think of it that way, but I like the idea!" Pushing himself up from Rick's mansweat, Steve's last inch falls out of his ass. "Well, I suppose I'll have something to remind me of this momentous incident of my raise and promotion," Steve quips, taking Rick's dress shirt in his hand. "Oh great, Steve. Now I'm going to have the scent of my own ass on me all day!" Max laughs his ass off, telling Steve, "I like your style. Keep it up and you'll soon become my left hand man, Steve!" "Oh yea, Max? Got news for you. Nobody holds this cock except me and my lover!" Max lifts himself out of Sam's ass, stating, "Yeah, damn had you figured out all wrong, Steve." As if a full board meeting is in session, Steve and Max stand there, conversing. Max, arms crossed under his pecs, fills Steve in on some details of his promotion. Steve, one hand rubbing the sweat over his blonde, hairy pecs, his other hand rubs his dried off cock. Sam and Rick, still bellies to the table, begin comparing notes on their fulfilling ass experiences. % "Hey babe, missed you," Joshua Courson speaks into the little tubelike communicator, jutting out from the earpiece. On the other end, Jordan Soto is trying to talk above the chatter in the background. "Sorry, can't hear you. What'd you say?" Even carrying the remote phone into the other room, doesn't stifle the background noise. Josh hears derogatory remarks, slung at Jordan. As if a threeway conversation, he has to remain quiet part of the time, to hear Jordan taking a tongue lashing from a family member. "Sorry, Joshua... I've gotta go. Talk to you later." With reluctance, he replies, "Call me later, babe." The line clicks off. "Problems?" Turning around, over the counter of the communications center at Advantage Exercise Equipments headquarters, Josh looks upon a young man he's never laid eyes on before. "Um, no," he shrugs it off, inquiring, "May I help you with something?" "Yeah," the stranger replies, in a gruff manner, "I'm looking for my little brother, Sam Metz." "Sam... oh yeah, the new chief of security." The guru of communications, Josh was keen on what went on around the office hierarchy, getting the news before anybody even 'smelled' the wind of change at AEE. "Already?" "Things can move quickly around here. Um, you workout?" Josh inquires, noticing the over six foot tall man's muscled biceps, jutting out from the tee. "Everyday, so you seen my bro?" "He's up in the boardroom, in an important meeting with our fearless leader." Even though Josh knew the general nature of the meeting, he didn't let on that it wasn't exactly on task, with the standards usually met by a full scale board assemblage. "Where is this boardroom? I've gotta have a talk with my bro." He assumed the muscled hunk didn't let on to him eyeing up the hot pecs, nips perforating the tight tank top, conforming to the taut abs, as the muscle tee became stuffed into the beltline. "I'll buzz Mr. Verraros, then see how the meeting is progressing. He really shouldn't be disturbed." Turning to make a call 'upstairs', when he shifted his weight back in the big brother's direction, he was gone. "Where'd he go?" Josh questioned himself. Wandering out into the hallway, Josh complained, "Oh shit," seeing Sam's bro entering an elevator. Reporting back to the main console, he tried buzzing the boardroom once again, but nobody responded. "Double shit!" Josh replied. % Continued..... Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.