Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 06:02:36 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination 05

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" 05
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Steve, I'm on my break, want to go for a coffee and
`muffin'?"

"Ugh. Don't even mention that word, Jake!"

"Hee hee... so, what did Verraros lay on you?"

Fibbing, Steve replied, "Nothing much. Just a good
bawling out for being late and a
`never-to-do-it-again'. That's all."

"Whew! You got off easy, then."

"Meaning?"

"Um, nothing," Jake replied, peculiarly.

Steve wondered if Jake went through what he went
through. He wasn't sure whether to pry. Then he
remembered a famous quote his grandfather always was
telling him, but couldn't remember who originally said
it; `he who hesitates is lost'.

"What do you mean by nothing, Jake?"

"Never mind. It's not important, Steve."

But it was important to Steve. As if refreshing a
browser, Steve's balls refreshed the thoughts of a few
minutes ago.

Provoking an explanation, Steve said sarcastically,
but in a joking mood, "Well if you can't explain it,
then you shouldn't have brought it up, Jake!"

"Forget it, Steve. Forget I mentioned it, okay?" Jake
replied, storming off.

To himself, looking up at the lights decrease in floor
numbers, Steve said to himself, `Well don't have a
cow, man!' Stepping inside, he pressed the button for
the third floor. Realizing none of the other floors
had been chosen and he resided alone, Steve shifted
the laptop to his side. His other hand reached for his
sensitive center.

`Oooooooooh!' He sighed, his fingers cupping his balls
and his palm rubbing his semi-soft erection.
`Can't wait to get you home,' Steve `talked' to his
own cock and balls, as if to another man. `Oh shit!'
he realized. Continuing on, in solo conversation,
`I've got to get with Verraros tonight!'

The door opening automatically, Steve left the
elevator. Upon passing the men's jon, on his way to
his office, he back-stepped three paces. Looking
around, as if planning a lewd act, he looked both
ways, then ducking into the jon. `Oh great! Nobody
else here!'

Into one of the stalls Steve let himself, closing the
door behind himself, setting his laptop down next to
the toilet. Taking his dress jacket off, he hung it on
the hook on the back of the stall door. As if stressed
to piss, he hurriedly unbuckled his belt, unzipped, a
higher pitched sound than the casual unfastening a
half hour before, he let his dress pants drop to the
floor. He lost his balance, in his haste to push his
briefs down below his knees. However, nothing was of
more dire straights than to get his hand working on
his cock. In no time, Steve had his 8.5c in stiff
working order. He stroked it like the hammers of hell,
his hand strumming the barrel. In no time he was
screaming profanities, as rope after rope of cum
strewn from his piss slit.

"I thought I sent you back to your office, Steve!"

"Huh? Oh shit!" He shouted out, turning to see Mr.
Verraros looking over the top of the stall.

Still in the emptying out stages, his balls continued
to unload, sending loose ends of his cum out, onto his
laptop case and the floor.

"Oh shit!" Steve called out again. "Oh damn!" He
continued to curse out the event, as he put his hand
over the head, causing the remnants of the cloudy
liquid to spurt into his hand.

"Steve, you disappoint me. Here, you're supposed to be
in your office..."

"I know..."

"Working and instead, on company time, you're enjoying
some sexual gratification?"

"I'm sorry. I know... oh damn!"

All Verraros could assess the situation as, is,
"Steve, get yourself cleaned up and get back to your
office. We'll talk about this tonight."

As Steve looked over the stall door, to watch Verraros
leave, hand still holding his slimy, deflated shaft,
he saw the exec stop for a moment, writing something
down.

`Oh fuck! Am I in deep shit!'

Even though he didn't have to take a crap, Steve fell
to the toilet seat, as if relaxing in an armchair.
Drawing a long cue of toilet tissue, he began cleaning
up the sticky mess. `Fuck! Why does this stuff have to
be so damn sticky?' With final attention given to
himself, in the mirror above the sink, Steve was ready
to finally report to his first official duty of the
day. `Damn! It's almost time to head to the gym!'
Instead, Steve stayed in his office, while Rick headed
out for their `time share' at the company gym.

"Sure you don't want to come, Steve?"

"Do I have a choice, Rick? Look at this stack of
paperwork!"

"I could stay and help you, Steve?"

"No. You go along Rick. Thanks anyway."

With a smile at each other, Rick departed. Steve put
his nose to the grindstone, buckling down to his task
of completing information. Taking his laptop out, he
found some undone duty. On the outside of the case,
still some wet cum resided.

`Hmm...' he said to himself, smiling. Looking around, as
if there would be someone peering at him, Steve bent
over and put his tongue on the spot where the cum had
flung from his dick. `Damn!' He said to himself,
picking up more of the taste of the case than the
sweet, salty taste of his cum!

`Oh well!' He resigned, opening his laptop and
pressing the button on. Nothing happened. He pressed
it again. Nothing happened, again. `Dammit! What the
fuck else is going to happen today?' Putting his elbow
on the desk, his chin saddled in it, he thought about
his whole day squeezed into one morning.

Right away Steve began cooling his engines, thinking
of meeting Raavi. Smiles began to relax his pent up
attitude, when he thought of how Raavi's handsome
looks, how they hit it off so well and as Verraros put
it, his `friend'. Then after, recalling his event with
Raavi, Steve jumped into first gear, where the
nightmare started with Rick meeting him at the
entrance to the building.

It's then that Steve sunk into a daydream. His memory
shot right to the part where he and Verraros remained
alone. Instead of backing off of the exec's cock,
Steve's fantasy took him to fruition, swallowing every
drop of Verraro's ball-juices. After the sweet part,
came the harsh part. The daydream-nightmare. He
fantasized being stripped to the buff, leaning over
the mahogany board members table. He woke out of his
moments of fantasy when the belt came pounding across
his ass. `Oh shit!' he called out.

Backing his chair away from his desk, Steve's hand
told him that he had another erection, but worse,
pre-cum leaked not only through his briefs, but his
dress pants. `Now what the fuck do I do?'

Kleenex didn't cut it. Steve had an idea. Getting up
from his desk, he went to the closet. Finding the
small desk fan, he placed it on his desk. After
plugging it in, stood with his crotch even with the
propellers. Soon cool air was blowing on his crotch.

"What the hell, Steve?"

"Oh Rick. Hi," Steve replied, a wide grin on his face.
"I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing?"

Closing the door behind him, gym bag in hand, Rick
replies, "Um, trying to make ice cubes out of your
balls?"

"Funny, Rick.. hee hee.. Back from the gym early,
huh?"

"Changing the subject, Steve?"

"Yeah. So, how come you're not still working out?"

"I thought I would come back and give you a hand."

"Um, and how do you mean that, Rick?"

Hands on hips, giving Steve a smirk, Rick replies,
"How do you think I mean it?"

Putting all the sexual connotations to rest, Steve
replies, "Glad you came back," switching off the fan
and setting it aside, "Look, something's wrong with my
laptop. It wouldn't turn on."

"Probably dead battery. Did you try plugging it in?"

"Um... no?"

Rick rolled his eyes, then laughed.

"I don't know, Steve. If I didn't like you so much...."

"I like you too, Rick."

"Give me three of your accounts and then you try
getting your laptop to work."

"Oh goodie! You're going to help me."

"Yeah, but let's not make a habit of this, okay
Steve?"

"But I thought you liked me, Rick?"

"I do."

"How much?"

"Not enough to go to bed with you Steve, okay?"

"Oh now that hurt, Rick."

"Steve, do you want to go to bed with me?"

"Um, I wouldn't mind it, but I know that you're not
that type of guy, so I wouldn't ask Rick."

"Thanks. All kidding aside, Steve. I am thankful to
you for getting me this job and showing me the ropes
and...well, I do owe you a lot and I do like you a lot
Steve."

As a an act of loving, but in the friendship sense,
Rick puts his arms around Steve and hugs him for a few
seconds of company time.

"There, now where's those accounts."

"Geesh, Rick. That's `all' you love me?"

"Fuck you too, Steve!"

"Anytime, Rick, anytime!"

As Steve worked at getting his laptop up and running,
he began to draw off of Rick's comments. Plus the fact
of his tight little tush hanging out the back of his
swivel chair provoked him into another erotic
daydream. In this version, Rick had him stripped down,
bent over his desk and was fucking hell out of him.

"Steve, what's this mean here? Steve? Yo! Earth to
Steve!"

"Oh sorry.. um what, Rick?"

Rolling his eyes, Rick got up from his chair, paper in
hand. Good thing for Steve that he was sitting, his
desk hiding his lap.

"What does this mean here?"

"Oh that. When I was processing the order, I called
the client. I gave them ninety days, instead of the
usual sixty."

"Whoa, you're kidding?"

"Why? What's wrong with that, Rick?"

"Well, I'll only tell you this because I care about
you Steve, but Jack Dunkirk did the same thing and I
heard Verraros blasting his ass for doing it."

"Hmm... was Verraros using his cock?"

With a frustrated manner, Rick says, "Look Steve, if
you don't give a fuck, then forget I mentioned it. I'm
only trying to help cover your ass. If you don't want
to...."

"No. Hold it... hold it, Rick. I'm sorry. I do value
your opinions and yeah, thanks for letting me know
about Jack. I wouldn't do it again."

"Well okay. Sorry I got upset with you."

"No problem Rick." Then being coy, Steve asks, "Just
please don't give me any demerits! Hee hee.."

"Oh, so you know already then, Steve?"

"Know what?"

Now it was Rick's turn to have egg on his face!

"Know what, Rick?"

"Um, never mind."

"No, you were going to tell me something."

"I can't just yet."

"What? I thought we're buddies, Rick. But.. okay, if
you can't tell me, I understand."

Steve went back to checking out the upstart of his
laptop, as Rick sat down at his desk. However
something now irked Rick and he couldn't set his mind
on his figuring.

Standing once more, same spot as before, he says,
"Steve, you've gotta promise you wouldn't tell a soul
until it's official. Even after it's official you
can't tell anyone. In fact, after the news is made
official you can't tell anyone you knew about it ahead
of time."

"You're pregnant?"

"Steve, don't make this any harder than it is?"

Regardless of the additional cum stains on his suit
pants, as a result of the `Rick-fuck-fantasy', Steve
got up from his desk. Not even concerned if Rick saw
it or not, he walked around his desk.

Placing both hands on Rick's shoulders, he tried to
comfort, "Like you said, Rick. We have this special
relationship. As much as sometimes I've wished it had
been sexual, to some degree... well that's not meant to
be and I can respect that. But I still do care about
you Rick and whatever you have to say, I can keep it
confidential. However, if you don't want to tell me, I
can respect that too and no hard feelings."

Seeing the frankness and seriousness in Steve's
confession, Rick threw in a bit of humor.

"Hard feelings, Steve? How do you mean that?"

"You want to fuck me, Rick?"

"Noooooo!"

"Hee hee... I know. So?"

"I want to tell you Steve. I've been carrying this
around for like a month now and if I don't tell you,
somebody I can trust, then I'll spill it to one of the
other guys."

"I swear not to tell a living soul, Rick."

"Okay. Cool. What I wanted to share with you is that
I'm getting a promotion."

"But you've only been with the company for six months.
Why, I've been here going on....."

Rick's chin sunk to his chest. Steve quickly shut up.

"I didn't know how to tell you Steve. I... I didn't want
to hurt you."

It's now, by his childish manner in dealing with the
news, instead of an adult manner, that Steve saw the
wrong in his own approach.

"Look, I'm not hurt."

"You should be. All that you've done for me Steve. It
should be you working with Verraros, not me."

"Um, and how would that go, you working with
Verraros?"

"That's another part that's going to be tough as hell,
Steve. I know I can be a boss to any of the other
guys, but...."

A moment of pause, then Steve adds, "And you'll make a
fine boss, Rick. I know you will and don't worry about
me. Hey, if we can't get along, you can just fire me!"

"Steve, can we be real for once?"

Unknowingly to Rick, Steve was being real. It hadn't
been by chance that he had picked up Rick at the gay
bar. Sure, at first it was his incredibly good looks,
but then through conversation and a few dates, he
really began liking Rick. Of course, he found it
difficult to accept that Rick only wanted friendship
and not a full blown love affair. But still, being the
kind of guy he is, he overlooked that little detail
and put his name in at the personnel office, when his
office partner left.

"Sorry. Things will work out. I know they will, Rick."

"Are you okay with this Steve? I don't want to do
anything to jeopardize our friendship."

"Sure I'm okay with it. We'll have to go out and
celebrate. Wow! I can't believe you're going to be my
boss!"

"Actually, Verraros' assistant, so it wouldn't be like
I'm in charge of hiring and firing."

"How about keeping up the moral?"

"Um, you get that laptop working yet, Steve?"

Both went back to their labors.

"Dammit!" Steve said, swatting the laptop. "Hey! It
worked!"

Working laboriously, Rick stopping for a few
questions, the two put a dent in Steve's work load.

"Hey thanks for helping me, Rick," Steve said, closing
up his laptop, putting it back in the carrying case.

"No problem. That's what friends are for, Steve."

"Um, I gotta be running."

"Yeah, we better get a move on it. Verraros will have
our heads if we're late and you, for twice in one day
Steve, I don't know if that will go over too big."

"Um, I told Verraros I needed to leave at 2:45 and he
said okay."

"Hmm... aren't you the special guy?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Not being there on time...."

"Rubbing it in already, boss?"

"As I was saying, you didn't hear O'Hanlon ask to miss
the meeting this afternoon and Verraros blew his top."

"But, didn't Verraros schedule the meeting because of
me taking up the whole morning meeting from... you
know?"

Smiling, Rick replies, "On man, I didn't think of
that. He used that as part of his plot to humiliate
you. All of us, except you knew that there was a
meeting at three."

"That son-of-a-bitch!"

However, Rick thought it funny and started to laugh.
Steve saw the humor in it and likewise cracked up.

"Oh that bastard! Yeah, he got me good, didn't he?"

"I'll say. Nice of you to be a good sport about it,
Steve."

"No harm done. You would think he humiliated me
enough, getting all the other digs in."

"That's just part of the way Verraro thinks. In
reality, you know he cares about every man in that
room and wants each of us guys to turn out well,
succeed and be better men than what we are?"

Rick's little speech gave Steve greater insight into
the reasons for the way Verraro acted in the private,
one on one meeting with him. In fact, Steve had to
think about the way in which Verraro talked down to
him, got him to touch his cock with his mouth, how he
sensed that he could make him react to everything he
proposed, right to the point of telling him to live
with it or take a hike.

"Yeah, you're right Rick," Steve conceded to the
twenty-six year old.

"Thanks Steve, for going along with everything. Like I
said, I owe you a... I...."

Standing there at the office door, Steve's hand on the
knob ready to turn, Rick places his hand over Steve's,
halting the turning. Placing his laptop case on the
floor, he uses the hand to turn Steve's cheek. Their
lips meet.

"Thanks, Steve."

"No. Thank you!"

"And Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I would mind very much going to bed
with you."

"No thanks," Steve replied.

Later he would feel like kicking himself!

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Continued.....

Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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