Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2006 19:03:37 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Jocks For Domination

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" 08
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"You realize you've gotten me into something I know
nothing about, Steve?"

As Raavi slept, Steve Kestner talked with the thirty
year old, with the `punk' attitude. That is, until he
found out that Steve could be just as `punky'.

"You could've fooled me, Ian."

"Yeah, well, it's just the way I am Steve."

"I don't think Jim minded."

"Nope. In fact I think he's going to be a fun player."

"You mentioned you weren't much experienced. What is
it that interests you, Ian?"

With his boots up on the night table, Ian gave Steve
an earful.

"Well, first of all, the first thing that hit me was
the uniform. It turned me on that I could pick on Jim,
in his cop uniform."

"I noticed how you played with his badge, as you told
him off."

"Yeah. I also can't believe that he stood there and
let me touch it."

"If Jim didn't like it, you would've been lying out on
the floor, Ian. You know that."

"Oh, sure. Damn, don't believe that I had the guts to
even touch him, but something inside said, `go for
it', so that's what I did. Felt hot seeing him there
on his knees, too. If we had been somewhere private, I
think I would have my cock out, ready to make him suck
it."

"What's going to keep you from still doing that, Ian?"

Smiling, Ian replied, "Hey, you got me into this,
Steve. Tell me about how to go about all this topguy
stuff. What about all this `sir' stuff?"

Steve went on to tell Ian about his encounter this
morning with Max Verraros. He didn't mind bending low,
telling him how, on his knees his lips touched the
exec's cock.

"Shit, Steve, I never would have thought it. On your
knees?"

"Yeah."

"Damn."

"It doesn't take much skill. Just be yourself, Ian. I
mean, if Jim didn't buy what you had been `selling',
he would not have had that big bulge in his crotch."

"True... true, but what else do I do?"

"Play it by ear, Ian. Did he punch you out when you
squeezed his balls?"

"Nope."

"Then he must've liked it."

"You mean pain?"

"With his balls. Maybe he likes it in other places,
but you wouldn't know unless you try."

"Yeah, you're right Steve. I wonder if he likes his
nips squeezed or even his ass whacked?"

"I think you're getting the hang of it, Ian. Um, do
you like to fuck?"

"One of the greatest pleasures a man can have!"

Steve smiled. Then he began getting some ideas of his
own.

"By the way, Ian, um... you know, I haven't been fucked
in awhile, um... do you think you could... um..."

Grinning, Ian told Steve, "Hey, I do feel a little
horny and there's a linen closet right down the
hallway. I'm ready when you are, Steve," Ian replied,
rubbing his crotch.

"We better make it quick though, in case Raavi wakes
up."

Walking down the hallway, they talked as they walked.

"So, you really like Raavi, huh Steve?"

"He's a nice guy. I don't really know much about him.
Just met him this morning."

"You're being very concerned for a guy that you've
only met today," Ian said, turning the key for the
linen closet.

Holding the door, he let Steve enter.

"A table? How convenient."

"Yeah. I found it in the employee's lounge and brought
it in here. Sure, some have asked where it went to,
but I figured it was more valued as an occasional
`fucking table'."

"Oh, so you fuck guys regularly in here?"

"A few times a week. I have my steady customers, plus
an occasional guy. There's always a new guy from a
pharmaceutical company breezing in here. Um, leave
your clothes over there, Steve."

"Okay," Steve replied, hanging his jacket over the
vacuum cleaner.

Kicking off his shoes, after sliding his pants down,
Steve put them over the jacket. When next he looked
up, he spotted Ian stripped down to his briefs.

"Sexy briefs there, Ian."

"Do you want to get me hard with them on or off,
Steve?"

"Whichever you prefer, `sir'!"

"Cool!" Ian replied, grinning. "Get your clothes off,
boy and get on your knees!"

As if being able to turn it on, or turn it off, Steve
reverted back to his submissive mode. After stripping
down to the blonde trail running down his stomach, to
his fuzzy pubes, he got on his knees in front of Ian.

"I'm not really sure what to do, Steve."

"Take my head and mash it into your pubes, Ian."

"Cool!"

Doing what Steve suggested, Ian takes Steve's blonde
mane and forces his face into his briefs.

"Um, don't smother me now, Ian!"

"Don't give me your crap, boy. Just do what I tell
ya!"

"Oh, that's good Ian."

"You think so, Steve? Hee hee... did I sound
convincing?"

"Yeah. But when you do it with Jim tonight, don't
laugh or anything. Act stern the entire time."

"With Jim, huh? Tonight?"

"You are going to follow through with it, aren't you
Ian?"

"I want to."

"Hey, you had been very convincing a little while ago
and as you and he get together more and more, you'll
get better at it."

"Yeah, you know Jim did turn me on."

"Then you better call him when we get through here."

"I can't believe I met a guy like Jim. A cop, no
less."

"Oh, so being a dominant top isn't something that's
come on you all of a sudden, then."

"Dominant?"

"That's the way it looks to me, Ian."

"Hmm... never thought of myself as a dominant top."

Giggling, Steve says, "Well get used to it. After all,
Jim wants it and if you ask me, he needs it bad."

"Being dominated?"

"Yeah. You saw how hard he was."

"True. Very true. Yeah. I think I might get turned on
being this dominant top guy."

"Once I accidentally keyed into the bdsm chatroom. You
might try asking some of the guys there, or at least
hanging out there."

"Yeah. That's a great idea, Steve. I often wondered if
the  guys in there are really `real' masters and
slaves."

"I don't know, but would it really matter Ian?"

"Guess not, Steve. At least I'd get a feel for the
position."

"So, you want your cock sucked or what?"

"Yeah, but hell with the briefs!"

After Ian shucked his briefs, Steve's mouth watered.

"It's funny how an hour ago I wanted to fuck Jim's ass
and now I'm I can't wait to suck your cock, Ian."

"Hey, if you want to still fuck Jim, we can both go at
it some night."

"Might be fun."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind!"

It didn't take long for Ian to firm up to the max, as
Steve's tongue took his shaft on a pleasure cruise,
swirling his tongue about the rather long cock. As Ian
swung his torso to and from, about half of his cock
hung out of Steve's mouth, even when almost gagging
him.

Pulling off, Steve asked, "Damn, how big are you, Ian?
Your cock is a monster!"

"Hee hee heeee.. You know what?"

"What, Ian?"

"Before I left home, Scott, that's my bro, and I got
talking about cock-lengths and we measured ours."

"And?"

"I'm not so sure you're going to want this up your ass
when I tell you, Steve."

"Oh, I'll want it, Ian. Don't you go and worry about
that!"

"I'm eleven inches."

"Whooooa... Never had that much up my ass before. Um,
does it run in the family?"

"Nah. Scott's measured out at a mere ten inches."

"Yikes! And how old is he?"

"Eighteen."

"Damn, he must get the looks in the lockerroom!"

"He's relayed to me that he has gotten some, but also
told me he's waiting till at least college before
using `the weapon'!"

Steve and Ian laughed their asses off, until Ian told
him, "Up on the table boy! Time to open up that ass
boy!"

Folding in half over the table, Steve grabbed the
other side with both hands.

"Don't worry. I'll ease it in nice and slow."

"You better. It's been awhile. Don't want anything
inside torn up!"

Before Ian began the onslaught of his 11c, he asked
Steve, "Get up a minute, will ya?"

"What? You want me in a different position, Ian?"

"Yeah."

As Steve stood, Ian brought their chests together,
pressing their lips in sync.

"Nice kiss, Ian."

"Yeah and you know what, Steve?"

"What?"

"I'm not too close to many guys, but I like you."

"I like you too, Ian."

"No, I don't mean like as in just an ordinary friend.
You had a lot of guts to stand up to me, plus you're
helping me out a lot. I don't forget stuff like that.
Plus... well, I haven't really told any guy this, but
you turn me on."

"Turn you on, Ian?"

Instead of explaining, in words, Ian took Steve in his
arms again, providing a lot of foreplay, before
returning Steve's belly over the table.

"Hold on Steve. I'm not going to be rough, but hell,
when you've got a dime-sized assrim, you don't leave
me too much choice."

"I know, plus... gotta confess something to you, Ian."

"Oh? What's that Steve?"

"Hee hee... have fun taking my cherry!"

Ian, a little more experienced than Steve, could tell
this was going to go rough on the twenty-five year
old.

"Steve, you sure you want me to fuck you?"

"Going soft, are you, Ian?"

"Soft? No way. I'm as hard as a rock!"

"I didn't mean it `that' way, Ian."

"Hmm... like pain, do you?"

"Um, just take it easy Ian. Please?"

"Alright. But if it's too much let me know, Steve."

Reaching back on the supply shelf, Ian squirt out
almost a whole tube of a KY-like substance, coating
his 11c, plus fingering Steve's hole.

"Ooooow... owch...owch..owch!"

"Damn Steve, are you tight! I've only got two fingers
barely in!"

"Um, is your cock wider, Ian?"

"Does the pope have thumbs?"

"Ugh."

"We don't have to do this if..."

"Do it, dammit!"

"Stubborn bitch!" Ian replied, stuffing three fingers
in.

"Oooooooh shit!"

Then reaching to another shelf, Ian ripped open half a
dozen packages of gauze pads.

Pulling back on Steve's head, he demanded, "Open your
mouth, boy!"

As Steve complied, he stuffed the linen gauze in. Not
giving Steve much time to think, `what for?', Ian gave
his cock one last handful of lube around the barrel,
stuck the cockhead up to Steve's ass entrance and
shoved it in. It wasn't the first time Ian stuffed his
11c into a tight hole, but none tighter than Steve's.

"Oh fuck are you tight! Fuckin' hot, though!"

With about two inches in, he backed out and reentered.
Still, after four inches, Steve was muffling
profanities, arching his back.

"I can stop now, if you want to, Steve?"

Ian smiled, as Steve gestured, shaking his head back
and forth, mouthing as best he could, "No, no, no, no,
no!"

However, Ian didn't go at it like any ordinary Joe.
Periodically he would stop, lean over and kiss Steve
on the back, neck of side of his face.

Six inches in, he commented, "Man, I've gotta bed you,
Steve."

It's then Ian got an idea. Pulling all the way out, he
went over to the opposite shelf, the one Steve faced,
took an arm full of blankets and threw them on the
floor.

"I know I shouldn't be doing this, but...."

Then, returning to the table, where Steve still
lurched over it, Ian reached under his bod, under his
pecs and brought Steve up from the table.

"C'mon baby," Ian gently said to him.

As Steve's back melded with Ian's front, he felt Ian's
hands travel the length of his bod, cupping his smooth
pecs, finger his tight trail down his stomach, a
finger dart in and out of his navel, then hold his
cock.

"Not so small yourself, are you baby?"

It's then that Ian realized Steve still had the gauze
in his mouth. Turning him around as if a ballet dance
partner, doing a pirouette, he plucked the white stuff
out of Steve's mouth, replacing it with his own mouth.
As he French kissed Steve, he walked him over to where
a dozen blankets had been laid to resemble a makeshift
bed. Ian lay down first.

"C'mon baby. Right here next to me," Ian said, patting
the mound of blue blankets.

Smiling, Steve got to his knees, then turned on his
side, facing Ian. They faced each other, mashing their
hard shafts together. After another round of sweet
kissing, Steve broke away, forcing Ian onto his back.
Both had broken out in a sweat and Steve lapped away
at the wet blanket of brown chest hair, glued around
Ian's neck.

"Oh yeah.... Yeah, that feels sooo nice," Ian
complimented, rubbing his hands over Steve's sweaty
back. "Oooooh fuck yeah!" Ian squirmed in ecstasy as
the tip of Steve's tongue found a nip, nestled in the
thick pec hair.

Sensing that he had found a pleasure spot, Steve
pressed his tongue into Ian's left nip, his left index
finger looping around the other nip, himself getting a
jolt from feeling the thick hair massaged along with
the hard nip. It's then that Steve became reacquainted
with the real reason for being on the floor, as Ian's
shaft poked him in the stomach. Rising up, he stare at
Ian.

"What're you doing, baby?"

Smiling, Steve upright himself, his hand reaching
behind his own ass. Grasping Ian's piece, he guided it
till the tip of his rod aimed at his hole.

"I know I'm going to hate myself for this!" He
exclaimed.

Making a wincing look on his face, he knew the
inevitable.

"You don't have to do it, baby."

Stabbing himself in the ass, Steve let out a cry of
pain. Realizing the fucking environment, Ian picked up
a corner of the blanket and stuffed it into Steve's
mouth. He bit down, but still his lungs screamed out
with pain. Ian could see the tears in Steve's eyes as
he sacrificed his cherry ass, doing the
self-penetrating act. Ian could sense that Steve
suffered enough. Even though he didn't pull out, he
removed himself somewhat, as he helped Steve lower his
body onto the blankets. Three or four inches remained
inside Steve, as Ian shifted positions. With Steve's
back to the floor, he let his ankles fall to his
shoulders.

"We can stop baby, if you want?"

Pulling on the blanket, Steve let it evacuate his
mouth.

"No.... no...I want this... I need this, Ian. I need you to
finish it."

Before Ian continued, he lay his chest on Steve's,
combining their manscents. With his elbows against
Steve's thighs, he used the leverage to pull himself
closer. Every few seconds, Ian would lean forwards,
kissing Steve's lips, or the side of his neck. He even
found Steve found it pleasurable to have his bare nips
kissed. Ian sensed pleasure in doing it. In fact, he
found it highly erotic to stick his tongue out and run
it down Steve's fuzzy, blonde stomach trail, his
tongue sensing each indentation of his six pack abs,
then forcing his tongue into Steve's deep bellyhole.
Still inching his cock deep inside, he couldn't bend
too much.

"You okay, baby?"

Steve didn't reply. Instead, like a victim of an
intense fever, he sweated profusely, murmuring sweet
sounds.

"Oooooh...oooooh... fuck me... yeah...."

Ian smiled, knowing that the worst was over, feeling
Steve's balls up against his own pubes. Looking upon
Steve, plus the enclosed feeling around his cock, Ian
sensed this wouldn't be the last time he  would be
sharing this act with the muscle jock.

%

Continued.....

Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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