Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 13:37:53 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination 26

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"  26
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Back in his office, Steve began placing his personal
items in a box. On his desk, lay the memo of his
promotion and a directive for moving to his new
office, in the executive wing, on the fifth floor.

"Excuse me?" Came the pleasant voice.

Two gentle knocks on the open door to Steve's office,
a `nice' looking guy enters.

"Yes?"

With a hand extended, "The name's Alex Brilland," the
black haired man introduces himself.

Taking his hand, Steve's will wants more.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Kestner."

"So, you already know who I am."

"Yes. During my interview, they let on that I would be
working with you."

"Oh, so then you're not going to work in this office."

Shrugging his shoulders, Alex replies, "Of that I'm
not sure. The lady down at the reception area told me
you would be in this office and to follow you around."

`Hmm', Steve silently thought. There's a couple of
intimate places he'd like to lead Alex!

"Well, this are my last few moments in this office, so
don't get too comfortable."

Looking Steve over, Alex thought of a lot of
comfortable positions he could find comfort.

"Do you need any help?"

"Got muscles?"

"I really believe that's what cinched the job."

"Oh? Just what we need around here. Another muscle
jock. I hope you're different than some of the other
airheads around here!'

"Mr. Kestner, I can assure you..."

"It's Steve."

"Yes, Steve. Um, I'm really happy there's a gym here
to use, but I don't abuse company time. I mean, I've
got a house in the burbs and a wife to support,
plus...."

Even though he remained totally contented with Matt,
the thoughts of Alex being married cooled his jets
some.

"What's the matter?"

"Matter? Nothing. Why do you ask, Alex?"

"Never mind."

"Okay. If you don't mind, I could use some muscle
action with this box."

Steve picked the boxed goods up off his desk, handing
it to Alex. One arm pressed against the Frenchman's
belly, as he grabbed the sides. Alex pressed his knee
up, to get leverage, placing his thigh at the bottom.
When he did this, Steve's arm pushed downwards,
pressing against Alex's crotch.

"Oops! Sorry about that," Steve said, feeling his
knuckles against Alex's shaft and balls.

He quickly withdrew his arm and let Alex fend for
himself.

"No problem, Steve," Alex smiled, face reddish, as if
he had been the instigator.

"I didn't mean to.. I didn't want the box to slip
and... well..."

"No problem, Steve. I'm sure you didn't do it on...."

Alex halted his gut reaction, staring at Steve.

Instead, Steve finished the sentence, "On purpose?"

Ignoring the whole situation, Alex replied, "So, what
floor will my cubicle be on?"

"Cubicle?"

"I suppose you didn't get wind of any of this, but I'm
your new secretary."

"Secretary, huh?"

Steve looks over the memo about his promotion.

"Oh, there it is. Hee hee... I better get used to
reading the fine print. There's your name, right on
the bottom... Alexander F. Brilland."

"Except I prefer Alex and leave out the `F'."

Rather than leave it out, Steve would love to put it
in. What a horny character!

"No problem. Let me grab my laptop and fan, then we'll
be on our way."

"Take your time, Steve."

Going to the closet, Steve bent down to take the fan,
an indespensable part of his office supplies. Alex was
glad the box was in front of his crotch. The curvature
of Steve's dress slacks began to turn him on.

"That'll do it, I suppose."

Heading out of the office, the two boarded the
elevator.

"Looks like you've got a lot of memories in here."

`Oh shit!' Steve thought, `I hope he doesn't see it!'

Right after he said it, he sensed `it' was already
spotted, when Alex's face turned red and his stare
into the bottom of the box, was highly intent.

"Hee hee... I guess you're wondering what..."

Of course Alex spotted the tan colored dildo in the
box. He had one just like it, in the toolbox, located
in the basement of his house, back in the burbs. To
save Steve's embarrassment, he picked up on the box of
pencils.

"Um yeah, Steve.. Ah, I didn't think people used
pencils anymore."

"Pencils?"

"Yeah. The box says five hundred?"

"Oh that! Yeah, pencils. Ahem! Yeah, well they give
them to us whether we order them or not."

Steve sighed with relief. The elevator doors popped
open.

"Oops! Wrong floor," Steve quipped.

Down the hall, they heard, "Hold the elevator!"

In walked Jordan Soto and Emilio Vasquez. It was
evident they had been in the gym, since the elevator
stopped at the workout complex, located on the lower
level.

"Hey Steve, congratulations on the promotion!"

"Thanks Emilio. Who's your friend?"

Since Jordan was not employed by Advantage Exercise
Equipment, he didn't have the traditional wardrobe. In
place of the suit, dress shirt, tie and dress shoes,
he wore only a tank top, gym shorts, socks and
sneakers. Over his shoulder was a Nike bag.

"Jordan Soto," he introduced himself, first shaking
Steve hand, then lingering a bit longer with Alex's.

"Brilland, that's French, isn't it?"

"Oui, oui," Alex returned the answer, though he didn't
have an accent.

"So, are you two," Steve stopped short with his
sentence, remembering Alex wasn't versed on the gay in
crowd at the office.

"Nah," Emilio replied.

Totally honest, Jordan says, "No," regarding his
relationship with Emilio, even though he just fucked
him over for forty-five minutes, "I'm Josh Courson's
boyfriend."

Disregarding the `gay' reference, Steve comments,
"Yes, now I remember. At the hospital. Raavi's nurse."

Already Alex had his opinions. Even though bisexual,
he had a keen sense of gaydar.

"So, you're gay?" He directs to Jordan.

Emilio, thinking Alex asked him, replies with Jordan,
"Yes."

"Hey, I have no problem with it," Alex tells them,
adding, "Free country. Anybody can be what they want."

"And you?" Jordan asks Alex.

"Married," Alex replied.

Emilio states, "I don't think that's what Jordan was
getting at."

Alex repeats, "I'm married."

Going out on a limb, Jordan takes his hand and slides
in, between Alex's shirt and jacket, cupping his right
pec.

"Oooooh shit!" Alex sighs.

Steve blurts out, a little pissed, "Hey, Jordan, what
the fuck you think you're doing?"

"Sorry," Jordan replies, quickly withdrawing the hand.

With a grin, again reflecting that embarrassing color,
Alex tells Steve, "It's okay."

This time, Jordan is a little bolder, pressing his
body against the box, as he moves in to score a kiss.

"Fuck!" Is all Steve says, when Jordan's and Alex's
lips meet.

Emilio laughs his ass off, then kids Steve, "I'm
willing if you are!"

Breaking the sweet welcoming gesture to the newly
hired secretary, Jordan busts Emilio, saying, "I just
fucked your ass for an hour, glutton!"

Alex was really beginning to like the idea of working
at A.E.E.!

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"Ohh..ooooh...oooooohhh..." Seb groaned, doubled up on
the bench, with Josh's cock implanted in his ass
chamber.

"You're sooooo nice and tight, Seb."

Half dilirious with the slow in and out massage, the
nineteen year old hardly heard a word.

That is until Josh commented, "I could get sooooo used
to this."

"Me too," he countered.

Seb's legs almost touched his own chest, as Josh
leaned forward, to take in a sweet kiss.

"Mmmmmm," came Seb's response.

Backing off, Josh let his cock retreat, pulling out of
his job trainee's ass.

"Ooooooooh," Seb sighed, disappointed, feeling the
evacuation leaving his ass empty.

Standing there, twenty-four year old Josh Courson let
his wet 8.5c hang down, smiling.

"Just when it was getting good."

"I know. To be continued. Let's hit the shower."

Taking a small, blue plastic box from his locker, Josh
left Seb lying on the bench.

"You coming, Seb?"

"Yeah, I suppose," he replied, still in the reverie of
the unfinished fuck.

When he stood, walked, for the first time he sensed
how it felt to walk after getting fucked. He wondered
if it hurt worse after getting pounded. Seb hoped he
would find out later tonight. Stepping into the steamy
shower, he followed the sound of the only shower,
slapping it's jets over another human.

"Like it?"

"You bet. Um, Josh?"

"Yeah, Seb?"

"What did you mean by `to be continued'?"

"Here, soap up my back?" Josh asked, taking the cake
of soap out of the blue box.

"Sure."

Beyond the fuck, the nineteen year old slowly drew
interest in Josh's body, above their beltlines. With
one hand, he soaped up the wide shoulder blades,
feeling around each deltoid, as if da Vinci, sculpting
one of his masterpieces.

"Oh man that feels so fucking good," Josh followed
with a long sigh, arching his back.

"Thanks," Seb replied, getting more aggressive,
working his hands down to Josh's latissmus.

Placing his arms up, Josh pressed forward, the front
of his bod inches from the tiled wall. His arms up,
his hands moved in front of his head, his forehead
resting on them. Seb followed as if in sync with a
dance partner, his hands playing up and down Josh's
soapy back.

"Oh-man-oh-man," Josh repeated over and over,
absorbing the reverbs of the hot body massage.

Wanting to pleasure Josh even more, Seb greased up his
already rock hard cock, with the soap. Taking it in
one hand, he rubbed it against ass.

Snapping his head over his shoulder, Josh sternly told
Seb, "I don't get fucked, if that's what your
intentions are!"

Completely backing off, soap still in one hand, his
cock in the other, Seb replies, "I wasn't thinking of
that."

Turning, Josh realizes the innocence of Seb's
statement. Smiling, he closes in on the teen, hands
going to his biceps, feeling them up. Wet head to wet
head, he moves in for a kiss.

"Sorry," he almost inaudibly concedes, before
connecting.

Seb drops the soap.

%

"I was hoping I could stay with you, Matt."

"Boone, I wish you could, but I just moved in with
Steve."

"I know and I don't want to ruin it for you. I've got
about a thousand bucks saved up."

"But you need that for tuition, right?"

"Yeah, but I suppose I could rent a room someplace and
work a year before...."

"Oh no you don't. I promised myself that you wouldn't
do what I have to do, Boone and I'm sticking to it."

"But Matt, what else am I gonna do? We don't have many
choices."

The two, sitting at the kitchen table, boy-talking
over a package of Oreo's and half gallon of fat free
milk, try to talk out the odds.

"Maybe I can pay Steve rent for a week, sleep on the
sofa?"

Matt chews, thinking of Boone's proposition. For sure
he has a good thing going with Steve, but his only
brother means the world to him, as well.

"Boone, when Steve gets home, let me talk with him
alone."

"Yeah, sure."

Looking at each other, both in briefs, nothing else,
smile.

"What's that look for?"

"Remember when we both found out we were gay, Matt?"

"Yeah?" he returned, with a smile attached.

"I had an immediate crush on you."

"Same here. I mean, who else did I know who was gay?"

"Ditto," the eighteen year old brother went on,
"Y'know, Matt, I always dreamed that you and I would
live our lives out together."

"You mean as lovers?"

"Yup. When you went to off to college..."

Like a romance gone wrong, this is where Boone began
to get choked up.

"I... I missed you, Matt... I still miss you."

Getting up from the table, Matt walked around the
circumference of the table. Kneeling down next to his
brother, he surrounded his body with warmth, hugging
him closely. One thing led to another. Matt began
wiping away Boone's tears, then slowly closed in on
his lips. He couldn't help himself. This is how their
close, brotherly relationship existed.

"Come on," Matt ended the sweet affection with. "The
housecleaning can wait."

Led by the hand, he took his brother back upstairs.

%

"Enjoying the gym?" Max Verraros chided.

Looking upon his newly acquired friend, Michael Metz,
working out with Rick Rhodes, he stoked his cock.
Faced down, Rick pumped up and down, doing pushups.

"I could get used to this boy," the thirty year old
pleasurably replied to Max's inquiry.

Lying down on the blue gym mat, Michael's bod aligned
with Rick's so that each pump of his hydraulic arms,
lifted his mouth up down the hard shaft.

"Told you I was willing to share."

"Yeah, but for what price?"

"I didn't mention anything like that, Michael."

"Everyman has his price and for sure, you're not going
to let a muscled slab of beef like this one go for
nothing."

Arms on his hips, one feeling up his chest, a hand on
a pec, toying with his nips through his tank top, the
chief of A.E.E. lays out the option.

"Come work for me."

"I ain't nobody's slave."

"Now you've gone and done it. Hurt my integrity,
Michael."

On like his two hundredth pushup, Rick slows the pace.
Michael withdraws his hands from behind his head,
rises from the reclining position and grabs Rick's
sweaty mane.

"Did I tell you you could slow down, boy?"

It bought Rick some rest time, as Michael's tug on his
head pulled him off the tall stalk.

"No, sir."

"I think he needs a rest, Michael."

"You're right. Doggie style, boy."

Rick responds, getting on all fours. Michael moves to
Rick's rear with his already well-lubed cock.

"Oh man.."

"What?" Max inquires, as Michael stares at Rick's ass.

"These glutes are too good to pass up," Michael
replies, rubbing his hand over the round cheeks.

"Yeah, nice ass, huh?"

"Damn nice. I prefer a smooth ass.. more fun for.."

With an evil grin, Michael looks up Max.

"What?" Max stands there with a look of puzzlement.

"Hold on a sec. Be right back."

Both Rick and Max watch as Michael heads over to where
the weights are stored. Returning, the two look at the
weight belt in his hand.

Max confides in Rick, "Looks like you wouldn't be
sitting down for the rest of the day, Rick?"

His question came more as wanting a reaction from
Rick. Whevener they played together, Max always asked
his play partner if something was alright to focus on,
like the bondage, gut punching or nip play. Michael
was assuming it would be alright to whip Rick's ass
with the weight lifting belt.

"No offense, Max, but Michael's hot."

"Turn you on, does he?"

"I'd like to feel that big fist in my gut!"

"Be careful what you wish for Rick. You might be
feeling it up your ass!"

"Hell, I wouldn't oppose that either."

"Good thing you're a glutton for punishment, Rick. I
have a feeling that he's not going to hold back with
that belt."

Rick didn't get a chance to respond, as Michael
returned, both hands feeling up the leathery
implement.

"Brace yourself, boy."

Being the executive gym, no one was about except the
three. Still kneeling, Rick's body sweated, both from
the `bj pushups' and now the anticipation of his ass
getting whipped with the leather weight lifting belt.
Naked from head to toe, every follicle of dark brown
hair on his chest, stomach, pubes and ass, as well as
forearms, pits and elsewhere, glistened with sweat.
His head resembled coming out from a shower. Michael,
shortless, peeled his tank top off. Picking up the
belt, he doubled it in half, matching up the two
smaller ends. For starters, he rubbed the leather over
Rick's glutes.

"How many you figure this boy can take?" Michael
inquired of Max.

"I don't rightly know. The only time I whipped Rick
was on his back and chest."

"Hmm... I'll file that for future reference."

Standing up, Michael moved the belt behind him.

Before delivering the first strike against Rick's ass,
he announced, "We'll start with an easy ten."

Max looked down at Rick, for his reaction, but there
wasn't any, as he stare at the mat.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Rick screamed out as the
belt pelted his ass, across both cheeks.

"Count them out, boy!" Michael ordered.

"One," Rick complied, then ranted, "Akkkkkkkkk," as
the second tanned his hide. "Two."

Rubbing Rick's already red glutes, Michael complained,
"Terrible manners, boy. What about thanking your
master!"

With each subsequent lash of the leather weight
lifting belt against Rick's ass, shaking every muscle
in his body, his uttering of pain followed with the
number of the lash and his grateful attitude. After
all ten had been carried out, properly responded to,
Michael put down the belt and slowly fed his swollen,
10c into the bright red crevice.


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"So, are there any other gay guys here, Steve?"

Departing company with Jordan and Emilio, Alex begins
grilling his new boss.

"Why? Looking for a hot fuck?" Steve questioned.

At first Alex just stood there, smiling. Even though
he had more or less admitted his either gay or at
least bi intent, he turned a red hue.

"I dunno," he evaded giving a `yes' vote of
confidence.

"Here's our floor," became a convenient delusion for
Steve.

A few doors down and they entered their new working
habitat.

"Nice office you have, Steve."

"Me? Mine? Got news for you. This is the reception
area."

"No way. This is a lot bigger than I used to... have."

Detecting something strange, Steve wondered whether to
pry or leave it til later. He opted for the latter.

"Shall we see what's in store for me? I'm sure that
box is getting heavy."

That wasn't an option for Alex. Right now the only
thing that mattered was his erection had subsided. So
was the case. He set the box down on Steve's new desk.
Visibly, he rearranged his package.

"Oh shit!" Alex said out loud, looking down.

Giggling, Steve told him, "I knew that fan would come
in handy."

"Huh?" Alex questioned, looking at Steve, taking the
fan out of the box.

"Take your pants off."

"What?"

"Hee hee... no. That didn't come across quite right."

"Steve, are you.... gay?"

A loud laugh pierced the quiet office.

"You are? For real?"

Steve nodded a `yes'.

"Cool," Alex replied, then tried hiding his
excitement, "I mean that's... um, nice."

Then, removing his jacket, Steve sat in his new chair,
trying it out for the first time, legs spread, arms
behind his head, flaunting the perspired armpits.

"Now that we know what `I' am. What are you?"

"I told you. I'm married. Bisexual."

"Are you sure about that, Alex?"

"Sure I'm sure. Why, Steve?"

"Seems like you're awfully interested in the male of
the species, that's all."

"Well yeah, sure. When I'm around men, that's how it
is."

"And except from being at home, how much are you
around men?"

Sitting on the edge of Steve's enormous, long mahogany
desk, Alex perched his ass, thinking.

"I used to go to a gym, then there's the tennis club,
occassional golf, though I wasn't too cool on that
sport. I only went to the club, because...."

Steve smiled, watching Alex go on and on and on,
chattering about his social life, taking the account
of his mostly `male' life.

"....then there's shopping and..."

Alex dead-stopped in the middle of his eloquent
speech, his arms folded across his middle, smiling."

"And?"

"Oh nothing."

"Got the hots for a special `man'?"

"Hell no!" Alex replied.

Steve knew that look.

"So, who is he?"

"I've never met him."

"So, at least you admit you're turned on by a man?"

Interruption can come at such sweet moments.

"How do you like your new office?"

"Nice Max," Steve jumped to his feet, grabbing his
coat to put on.

"Forget the jacket, Steve. You're more appealing
without it, anyways. Who's this?"

"My new secretary, that `you' hired, Max?"

"Of course. What's your name?" Max inquired of Alex.

"Alex Brilland, sir."

Immediately Max liked Alex, for the manner of reply!

"Max," Steve now addressed the head honcho,
nonchalantly as if a close friend, "have you seen
Rick? He was supposed to help me with my things."

"Rick is in the executive gym, entertain... I mean
showing a new employee the ropes.. I mean around."

Steve wasn't any dumb bunny. He knew something was up.

"No matter. Alex came to introduce himself, in the
nick of time."

At first, Max wondered about the twenty-seven year
old, but confirmed his own conclusions, when he
spotted what seemed to be a glistening liquid at the
base of the zippered crotch.

"Well, I've got to be going. I'll be back another time
to check up on things."

"Oh, you wouldn't be needing to check up on me, Max."
Then, as if to doubly send a message, Steve reinforced
his position, "As for Alex, I'll be filling out all
his reviews, etc., etc."

Abruptly Max left the office. Steve was proud of
himself for standing up to him!

"Um, do you really want me take my pants off, Steve?"

"Nah. Wishful thinking.. hee hee... just stand in
front of the fan."

"They aren't really that wet."

"It's up to you. I don't want you going home and your
wife spotting that wet spot."

"She wouldn't. She's not home."

"She works, then and you get home first?"

"She travels a lot. She's away for the week."

Wherever his next thought came from, Steve couldn't
figure.

"Why don't you come over for dinner then?"

"Seducing your secretary already, Steve?" Alex asked,
with a wry smile.

"I didn't let you in on the other little secret. I'm
partnered!"

"Ouch!" Alex confessed the fool he's made of himself.

"It's okay. Happens to all of us, some time or
another, Alex."

"Looks like I'm not winning any brownie points my
first day."

"I don't know about that, Alex. You hit if off pretty
well with Jordan Soto!"

"Oh thanks, Steve."

Looking down at himself, Alex checks his crotch, to
see if the fan has dried it.

"Still wet?" Steve asks, sitting upright in his chair.

With an evil curve, Alex tempts him, "See for
yourself, why don't you?"

Steve sits there, a smile on his lips, contemplating.
Standing there before him, estimating him at about
5'10" tall, 185 pounds, hair as black as coal, the
definitely handsome features modeled from the French
culture, he swallows.

"Nah, sorry Steve. Stupid remark," Alex changes his
mind.

"I don't think it's so stupid," a smile backed up
Steve's statement.

Getting up from his chair, Steve stands directly in
front of Alex. Starring into each other's eyes, Alex
suddenly looks down, at the touch of Steve's hand to
his suit pants.

"Not bad," he tells Alex.

Then, his hand senses the enclosed contents.

"Ooooooooh," Alex sighs when Steve molds his hand
around the outline of the thick formation.

Releasing Alex's crotch, Steve turns, goes to the
door, making sure it's secure.

"What are you doing, Steve?"

Smiling, he replies, "Getting to know my secretary
better."

Walking towards Alex, Steve begins to untie the knot
in his tie.

"But Steve...." Alex slightly protests, watching Steve
unbutton his shirt.

"It's what you want too, isn't it Alex?"

"Hell yeah!" He admits, his hand on his crotch.

With his shirt open, draping over his waist, Steve
Kestner flaunts his golden-covered chest of hair, the
strip straight down his stomach, the deep innie, his
golden fleece swirling around it, revealing a darker
treasure trail that dips below the beltline.

"You... you're gorgeous!" Alex exclaims, holding both
shides of Steve's shirt up, as if window shopping.

"And what about you?" Steve prods, loosening Alex's
tie for him, as Alex peels back his suit jacket.

Taking the upper hand, Steve holds the two ends of the
tie, reeling Alex in for a kiss. As he works over the
twenty-seven year old's lips, his hands busy
themselves removing the tie, unbuttoning and then
peeling the shirt off over Alex's muscled shoulders,
as if undressing a banana, letting the peel slip down
his back.

"Nice. Real nice," Steve says, as if complimenting
Alex on the dark fur that covers his pecs. "Nice pelt
of fur," after rubbing his hand across the worked out
pectorals.

"Ooooooh," Alex sighs, feeling Steve's hand rub across
his hairy chest, glazing over his perky nips.

Backing off, Steve hints Alex, unbuckling his belt.

"Are you a top or bottom, Steve?"

"Get your pants off and I'll show you, stud!"

Steve doesn't even question himself, of where all this
top, macho attitude is strewn from. Instead he goes
with the flow, kicking his shoes off, dropping his
pants, thumbs lowering the briefs, letting his already
stiff 9c, popping out.

Eyes glued to Steve's crotch, Alex licks his lips,
asking, "Um, is it alright if I suck you, Steve?"

Smiling, as if Max Verraro, on that same day that
Steve was humiliated, he himself stands in front of
Alex, going through the same motions. His hands on
Alex's shoulders, he presses the hairy muscle jock
down to his knees. Sighs of pleasurable agony fill the
room as his secretary's mouth engulfs his shaft.

"Oh man... don't tell me you haven't done this
before," Steve insinuates.

%

26 Continued....

Copyright 2006  T. Chase McPhee
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