Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 07:46:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Trapped Muscle-Cop' Part 1 {Reflex} (M^M bd nc reluc)

Disclaimer: If you are under 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
material of this kind where you live, then please stop now.  This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between men.  It is entirely a
work of fictional entertainment.

Trapped Muscle-Cop
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2005

Part 1

Tony Martino was 25 years old.  He had been on the city police force for 3
years after a couple years in Junior College and then the Police Academy
for his training.  He loved his job.  It gave him a feeling of authority
that matched his macho pride.  His uniform made him feel superior,
especially the way it hugged his buff body.  Standing at 6', with black
hair and deep brown eyes, the young Italian-American caught the attention
of a lot of the women around town.  His 210 pounds of muscle with big
thighs, bulging biceps and plump pectoral mounds added to the package.  He
had a dense coating of hair across his pecs, tapering into a thick trunk
that ran down his firm stomach filling out again at his lush pubes.  Tony
loved the way the hair on his chest made his large firm nipples stand out.
He likewise admired his hairy muscle-bound arms and legs.  In fact, looking
at himself made his dick tingle and twitch.  He was sure his body was
having a related effect on the chicks, especially when it was tightly
wrapped in his uniform.  His tight police blues stirred the imagination.
The trousers seemed painted onto his bubble butt; the cotton shirt outlined
his studly torso, the tight short sleeves ending at the top of his biceps.
Tony had initially thought to ask for a shirt with longer sleeves since
whenever he raised his arms in his short sleeves, thick tufts of his bushy
armpit hair pushed out.  After a couple days, however, he decided "fuck
it," the sight of his pit hair only added to his masculine appearance.  For
Tony, that manly appearance was heightened by the smell that came wafting
out from his pits.  For some reason, he found that really intoxicating.
When nobody was looking, he would lift his arms and sniff his pits, maybe
give them a little lick, which strangely, he thought, made his cock plump
up a bit.

Life on the police force was pretty smooth sailing.  Not a lot happened in
this small city.  Most of what did happen was petty crime: teenagers
shoplifting, a bit of mischievous vandalism here and there, the occasional
car theft, a drunken brawl outside a bar every once in a while.  Mostly, it
was a decent town with a range of communities in which everyone went about
their business.  The men on the police force were respected and looked upon
as nice guys, even if some, like Tony, were a bit cocky.

Tony's typical day involved cruising the streets in the cop car, sometimes
with his partner, sometimes without.  In the afternoons, he would walk the
beat downtown.  That provided a bit of fresh air, exercise, and a chance to
show off.  Standing at the corner with his hands on his hips, he'd wink at
the girls passing by.  They usually giggled to each other and looked back
over their shoulders, giving their hair a toss, before scurrying on with
their legs pressed tightly together.

On this particular summer's day, just such a scene had transpired.  Tony
chuckled to himself: "ha, yeah, they want it."

It was a Thursday, and Tony's shift schedule for this month meant that he
had a three-day weekend ahead of him.  That didn't happen too often.  He
was planning to enjoy it.  His minded drifted to what he would do with his
time.

'Let's see... when the shift is over, I think I will head to the gym for a
bit.  Get in a good workout; shower and change at home, then see if any of
the guys are up for a night out."


Meanwhile, at the Bouncing Balls Arcade across the street, a couple of guys
around Tony's age were hanging out and shooting the breeze.  Although Rick
and Tom were in decent shape physically from their work in construction,
they tended to be on the lazy side.  Each generally took odd jobs rather
than work full-time for a company.  The two shared an apartment on the
seedier side of town, but were able to make ends meet with a bit left over.
Rick, who was 5'11" with short brown hair, and Tom, who was 5'10" with
buzz-cut dirty blond hair, loved playing pranks.  Sitting around drinking
and scheming up jokes to play on someone who annoyed them was how they
spent a lot of their spare time.  The manager of the Bouncing Balls Arcade
was an occasional victim.  Their pranks on him usually entailing his
getting ripped off by Rick and Tom, or having his time wasted by the two in
some kind of scam where one distracted him and the other peed in his office
trash bin, or some such juvenile thing.  Really, Rick and Tom just liked to
take down a few notches anyone who represented authority.  They had each
lost more than one job pissing off a worksite boss in some way.  The two
friends could not have cared less, however.  The pleasure of
inconveniencing, embarrassing, humiliating, or degrading some dude who
thought he was tougher than they were, was just too great.  Not only did
humiliating some other guy make them laugh for days, it made them hard.
And Rick and Tom liked that... a lot!

Lately, their behavior was beginning to catch up with them.  Word had got
around the local building trade that these two could be a pain in the neck
to any employer.  Rick and Tom were having a harder time finding jobs, and
consequently, were beginning to worry about their fragile finances.  The
two guys were also, frankly, a bit bored.  The chicks they met on a night
out at the bars didn't seem too interested.  And then there were the ones
who either by direct (and regrettable) experience or word of mouth, had no
time for the duo's obnoxious manners.  Rick and Tom were not all that sure
that they were really interested in screwing chicks anyway.  It never
seemed to get them quite as hard and horny as they thought it should.  It
certainly didn't compare with turning some butch guy into an evening's
entertainment.  Problem was, a guy they could really mess with was hard to
find, and even harder to get into a situation where Rick and Tom could
really go all out.  In fact, they had never really been able to try out
some of their biggest fantasies.  And so the two found themselves
discontent and blowing their loose change on pinball machines and computer
games at the Arcade.

"Man, this sucks.  I am fed up," Tom sighed.

"Yeah, know what'cha mean, dude.  This blows... let's get out of here,"
Rick replied.

The two made their way to the exit, kicking the door open.  "Hey, watch
it," the manager yelled.  Rick gave him the finger as the two left.

"Well, what now Tom?"

"Dunno."

"Fuck, it is hot....  Hey, look over there."

"Where," Tom asked.

"Across the street, bozo... on the far corner.  The cop.  See him?"

"Oh, yeah, that guy," Tom mumbled.  "Seen him around a lot.  He's always
struttin' his shit down here.  Real macho dickhead."

"No shit, Tom.  That is one hot-lookin' dude.  Look at that pretty face and
those muscles, 'bout to pop the seams of his shirt.  Bet he'd be a blast to
get under control.  Look at that bulge in his pants.  Bet he thinks he is
chief cocksman in this town.  Hummmph!  Look at those hands on his hips.
Fuckin' show-off.  Yeah, there's a cop dick that needs managing."

"Uh huh... hmmmmm."

The two were silent for a minute.  Then Tom spoke up.  "Well, why don't
we..."

"What," Rick gasped, turning towards his friend!  "A cop!  Whoa, man.  That
is serious."

Tom had a broad grin on his face.  "Yep, sure would be.  But damn it would
be hot to take that fucker down, put him in his place.  Isn't servicing,
oops, service to... the public, what the police are all about?  Ha ha!"

"Yeah, I hear ya man, but I don't know," Rick replied.

"No, come on dude.  This can be done.  It just requires a little thinking.
You remember how to do that, right? HA!"

"Ha, yourself," Rick said.

"No, really," Tom responded.  "Remember that warehouse on Breach Street,
that big abandoned brick and concrete dump?"

"Oh yeah, you mean where we used to go to have a smoke and concoct a few
fantasies?"

"Bingo," Tom said.  "That's the one.  Unless, someone has been there
lately, I bet it still has lots of the crap we collected and shoved into
that basement.  Could come in real handy."

"Man-o-mighty, Tom, that could be a blast.  But aren't you forgetting
something?  When we have had our fun, this guy is still a cop and not only
could he give us a run for our money strength-wise, but he could hound us
out of town, or worse."

"You are right Rick.  He could.  But... I have a plan - a plan that might
provide more than just tonight's entertainment... hehehe, hmmmm."


Officer Martino checked his watch.  "Damn it is hot," he mumbled to
himself.  "Thirty more minutes and I can call into the department.  Then,
my boy, the weekend begins," he said to no one in particular as his eyes
followed a buxom blond across the street.  Tony thought he might stroll in
her wake.  Just make a few more quick tours around the neighborhood.
Checking that nothing was amiss.  As he strolled past shop windows, Tony
kept one eye on the streets and one on himself.  "Oh yeah, man, you are one
hot stud!  Yahoo... dude.  Yeah, these muscles are going to get me some
action toooonight."  Tony was right.  His muscle-bod would get him some
action, just not quite the action he had envisioned.  "Look at those
biceps, yeah," he said to himself as he flexed his left arm in the
reflecting shop window.  He stopped for a minute, kept his bicep flexed and
turned his head this way and that admiring his arm.  "Good forearm too....
Damn, but that hair is sexy.  Yeah, nice coating from the top of my hand,
right on up past my elbow... hey, there you are," he said, looking at the
tufts of armpit hair sticking out from under his sleeve.  Tony, couldn't
help himself.  He stuck his head into his pit and took a quick whiff, and
on the way back out gave his bicep a little lick.  "Unnngh, whoa boy, down,
you will get your pleasure tonight," he said to his hardening dick.  "Man
this uniform is tight in this heat.  Fuckin' rubbin' every part of my
kick-ass body."  Time, of course, flies when you are having fun and Tony
was so immersed in himself that more than half an hour had passed.  He
sprung back to the here and now and checked his big metal watch on his left
wrist.  "Time!"  He quickly radioed in to the department, gave them the all
clear from his location and said so long until Monday.  "Three days of rest
and relaxation, bud!"

While Officer Martino had been doing his rounds, Tom followed him at a
careful distance.  Rick had gone off to the warehouse, to do any needed
setting up and get ready for Tom's arrival.  When Tom saw Tony make the
last check on the time, contact the department, rub his hands together and
smile, he figured the cop had just signed off for the day.  This was a
little earlier than he had expected, so he hoped Rick would be ready and
waiting.

Tom followed Officer Martino for a couple blocks and then closed the
distance.  He came running up, and tapped Tony on the shoulder.  "Excuse me
sir, I need your help.  I work over at the old motor oil warehouse on
Breach Street," he said breathlessly, as if he was conveying urgent
information.  "I thought that place had closed down long ago," Tony stated
curiously.  "Yes, sir, well, officially, it had, at any rate.  But it was
still used as a storage space.  I was due to oversee the removal of the
last of the oil supplies just a few minutes ago, but when I got to the
warehouse, I heard suspicious activity downstairs.  I went in as far as I
dared and could see some guy.  I don't know what he was doing, maybe drugs.
I didn't want to go in any further.  Man I am glad I saw you!  Please help,
sir.  Maybe this guy just needs to see a man of authority.  A big guy like
you ought to persuade him to get out of there."

"Damnit," Tony whined!  He looked at Tom, taking in that he was maybe a
year older than himself.  "Uh, I am actually off duty, now.  This should
probably re radioed in to the department so they can deal with it."

"Oh," Tom said.  "Okay, but won't that take a while?  I've got to lock the
place up and I don't really want to go back there while that creep is
lurking around.  Couldn't you just scare him out?  I mean, with all those
muscles and all... jeez you got a nice pair of arms on ya.  You workout a
lot sir?"

"Yeah, I try to get to the gym a few times a week," Tony responded,
brightening up as the conversation turned to his body.  "Pretty impressive
are they?  Look at my biceps."  Tony put his arms straight out and tensed
his muscles, then curled the right arm up.

Tom whistled, "Holy shit, that is ace man."  Tom continued to stare.  Tony
thought it was in admiration.  Tom was actually looking in lust and
thinking about how sexy those arms would look nicely bound with soft strong
rope.

"Awww shit, alright, Officer Martino stated, putting his arm down.  'Come
on, let's get over to the warehouse and sort this out quickly."

"Tom's eyes lit up.  "Thanks, sir.  It's right this way."

Off they walked, Tony talking about his muscles.  "You should see my pecs,
nice and full and round."

"I should workout more," Tom said.  "I'd like to get as big as you."  Tony
smiled, his handsome face lighting up.  He took off his cap and wiped his
brow.  His short, thick black hair was shiny with sweat.

"Sir, are those your, uh... nipples... sir," Tom asked.

"Heck yeah.  Beauts ain't they?  Bigger than a pencil eraser.  They stick
right out, capping my hairy pecs.  Only drawback is this tight shirt, which
keeps rubbing them all day, especially in this heat.  Makes'em itch.  Gets
me kind of horny, ya know?"

"Yeah, I bet it does.  Looks good though," Tom continued with his flattery.


Twenty minutes later they had reached the warehouse.

"Doesn't look like anyone is here," Tony said, furrowing his brow.

"He might be in the basement, Officer.  That is where I spotted him.  You
have to go through this door, down the long hall on the left, in through
the last door on the right, and across that room to the far door.  That is
the door down the stairs.  We should be careful.  It is a heavy steel door
and the hinges creak a bit."

"Alright.  Maybe you should stay out here, where you are safe."

"No officer.  I'm not letting you go down there by yourself.  I'll follow
just in case you need back up, another pair of arms or something."

Tony chuckled to himself.  "Okay, but be careful and don't do anything I
don't tell you to.  Got it?"

"Got it," Tom responded.

To be continued...