Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 04:54:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Trapped Muscle-Cop' Part 10 {Reflex} (M^M bd nc reluc humil)

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, Part 10
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2005

Part 10: Load, Aim, Discharge

Nearly a month had passed since Tony was entrapped by Rick and Tom.  The
young cop had tried to alter some of his circumstances.  Foremost in his
mind had been his bank account.  The thought that Rick was siphoning off
his income made him crazy.  He realized that he could gain access to his
account on-line by entering the account number along with some personal
details that only he could know, and clicking on "Forgot Password."  The
password that Rick had created was then sent to Tony's e-mail address at
work.  Tony promptly cancelled all the payment arrangements that Rick had
made in his account.  He doubted that he could get back the money that Rick
had already taken, but he could stop more from going that way.  Of course,
this could have been a very short-lived victory since Rick and Tom could
blackmail Tony into anything with the threat of exposing the website to his
friends and colleagues, etc.  However, Tony had been cooperative over the
past few weeks and Rick and Tom both currently had work contracts in a few
local construction projects.  Consequently, Tony's two captors, who didn't
really like the idea of being thieves or being responsible for large
criminal offences, decided to let Tony remain in charge of his own
finances.  Rick actually returned almost all the money he had withdrawn
except for what he had spent buying equipment for the computer or food for
the household.  Indeed, having Tony as a project seemed to have a settling
effect on Rick and Tom.  They fully moved out of their old apartment and
had become locally recognized as Tony's housemates.  Old Mrs. Gains, two
houses down the street, was actually delighted with these new neighbors.
The ever-friendly Tom was always helping her with something or other around
her house, be it plumbing, repairs or yardwork.  Tony, she recollected, had
never shown the slightest interest in his neighbors with the exception of
whistling lewdly at the young women he passed on his morning jogs.
Fortunately, Tony seemed to have recently stopped such behavior.
Mrs. Gains attributed this improvement in the Italian stud's manners
entirely to Tom and Rick's positive influence.  The men and women of the
neighborhood maintenance committee were also greatly pleased with the
increased tidying and beautification of Tony's front yard.  Tom received
the lion's share of credit for this too since Tony always seemed to be in a
sour mood about it.

Not everyone held Tony in low esteem, however.  The somewhat eccentric
Colonel Roger "Stroker" Dudley, who lived across the street, claimed at
neighborhood gatherings that it was handy to have a policeman living
nearby.  The 55-year-old Colonel Dudley, who had never married, held a high
regard for young men who served the law in uniform.  The more handsome the
young man and the tighter his uniform, the higher he was regarded by
Dudley.  Tony's smoldering good looks and bulging muscles packed into his
cop blues had garnered Dudley's attention since the day Tony had moved into
the house opposite.  Dudley's initial enthusiasm for having a cop as a
neighbor had waned, however, after he had approached Tony on a few
occasions trying to strike up a conversation.  Each time, he was somewhat
impolitely rebuffed as if the cop couldn't spare him five minutes of his
valuable time.  The Colonel was always neatly groomed.  His thick salt and
pepper hair was kept short and parted on the side.  His handlebar moustache
was always neatly trimmed and gelled.  Rigorous exercise throughout his
military life, kept his 6' figure straight-backed and trim-waisted.  No one
ever saw him out of the neatly pressed uniform of his rank in the Army.
None of this cut any muster with Tony, however, who concluded his most
recent 'chat' with the Colonel a few months back by insisting the army
officer acknowledge the policeman's superior authority among the local
population.  The Colonel didn't see his position that way at all and
strongly disliked Tony's arrogant and defiant attitude.  That evening
Dudley stormed back to his house so red-faced anyone would have thought
steam was going to blast from his ears.

When the Colonel saw Rick and Tom moving in, he strolled over for a chat.
Tom idolized anyone in the army and Rick certainly didn't want a military
man snooping around, so both young men were friendly.  When the Colonel
learned that Rick and Tom had not known Tony for very long, he felt it his
duty to tell them a thing or two about their housemate.  "That muscular
young cop has a bad attitude.  He is very full of himself, very full of
himself, indeed!  He needs to learn some respect!  Oh, if I had him in my
basement for a few hours, I'd soon teach him his place around here.  You
bet I would, men.  Yes, sir, he'd learn who was in charge.  You mark my
words.  Well, I hope you don't have any trouble with him, but if you do,
well, we are real neighborly around here, so just come see me!"  The
Colonel shook Rick and Tom's hands, gave them a nod and headed back across
the street.  Rick and Tom ran for the kitchen door to get inside before
they exploded with laughter.

Rick had not forgotten what the Colonel had said and in subsequent
conversations with him began to suspect that Dudley might be an interesting
character.  Last Saturday, Rick made his move.  He went over to the
Colonel's house and complained to him about what a pain-in-the-neck, Tony
could be.  The two men concocted a scheme to 'kidnap' Tony.  The following
morning, Tony was told that the Colonel had asked all three of them to help
him with a photo shoot he was doing for army recruiting.  When the three
young men arrived across the street, the Colonel issued them with army
regulation olive green tee-shirts, camouflage pants and black lace-up
boots.  Dudley said he needed poses that showed some of the adventure to be
had in the army.  When they got down to the basement, Tony was told that
his wrists would be locked into leather cuffs suspended on chains from the
ceiling and his ankles cuffed to chains bolted into the floor.  Rick and
Tom were to crouch at either side of him with rifles pointing outwards.

"Wow, you mean like I've been captured and my buddies are rescuing me!"
Tony blurted with glee.  "Cool!"

Once everyone was in place, Tony tested his dangling cuffs, flexing his
muscular arms.  "Geeze, no escaping from these," he laughed.  He then asked
where the camera was.  Rick and Tom chortled and snorted as they stood up.

"There is no camera Tony," Rick said.  "But the Colonel here... he's been a
good neighbor and when he said he thought you needed a little attitude
adjustment, I agreed.  When he told me what he had in mind, I really
agreed!" Rick said with w huge grin on his face.  "You see, Tony, the
Colonel really appreciates the uh... attractions... of a man in uniform.
When he found out that Tom and I do as well, what could I say?  It seemed
only fair that we share you with him a bit.  From now on, every Sunday
morning, you will report to the Colonel for a day of... special care."

Tony felt a pair of strong hands grab his exposed and pumped biceps from
behind.  He felt whiskers tickling the nape of his neck and a tongue
licking at his right ear.

"I've got a rather exquisite plan for you Officer Martino.  You are going
to learn just who is in charge around here Sergeant," Colonel Dudley
whispered to him.  Dudley's hands continued to fondle Tony's arms before
roaming down his chest.  "You are one of the most perfect specimens of
manhood I have ever seen Sergeant.  You know, you are not the only resident
of this street that jogs in the morning.  Haven't you ever seen me about a
hundred feet behind you?"

Tony was silent.

"Perhaps not.  You're so cocky I doubt you notice anyone else.  I notice
you, however, in those little gym shorts and that tight half-tee you wear.
Yeah, all of your handsome muscles in action... it's a real nice sight,"
Dudley continued.  "Well, today Sergeant, I am going to get a good long
look and these hands of mine are going to conduct a very leisurely
exploration of every inch of your body."

"Get your hands off me you... you army faggot!" Tony shouted.

"Now Tony," Rick chimed in, "is that any way to talk to the Colonel?"

Dudley smiled.  "He will be calling me 'Sir' by the time I am done with
him."

"No way asshole!  Now let me go!" Tony insisted.

The Colonel started slowly unzipping the fly of Tony's camo pants.  Tony
gritted his teeth and watched.

"What have we here?" the Colonel said.  "Your balls are very very full BOY!
When was the last time you emptied them?"

Tony grunted as his nuts were softly squeezed through his tight briefs.
The Colonel laughed, "Hmph!  Looks like one part of you knows how to stand
at attention!"

Tony started shouting again.  Dudley went over to a counter and picked up a
bandanna and a role of duct tape.

"NO... no you fucmmmmmmpppphhhhh.  Nnnnggghh.  Mmmmmppphhh!"  The Colonel
gently shoved the bandanna in Tony's noisy mouth and then proceeded to tear
off two thick strips of the tape.  The cop tried to spit out the gag, but
before he got very far he found his mouth tightly sealed and muffled by the
heavy-duty tape.

"Now Officer Martino, what we are going to do at these little
'get-togethers' is teach you to submit.  How, you ask, am I going to do
that?  It's very simple.  What I have here in my hand is a good
old-fashioned gentleman's hairbrush.  The bristles are soft, but dense and
firm.  I am going to use this hairbrush to tease your fine masculine body
into a state of the utmost manly horniness."  The Colonel lifted Tony's
army tee, exposing the firm hairy abs.  He began brushing in light circles.
"Then," the Colonel resumed, "slowly, very very slowly, I am going to jerk
you off in all kinds of ways.  Have you ever had a strip of silk rubbed
back and forth and back and forth across your cockhead?  Probably not.
It's delightfully tormenting!  It allows me to bring you to the edge and
then hold you there for as long as I want.  We learn these little tricks in
the military.  They sometimes come in handy when we need to do a bit of
delicate persuading.  Don't worry, though.  There will be other techniques.
We have all day and during that time, in a dozen different ways, I am going
to make you shoot your load.  Officer Martino, you are going to be milked!"

"MMMMPPHHHHH... uuunnnnnggggghh!"

"Now now Sergeant.  There is nothing you can do about it.  Take it like a
man, you dumb musclehead cop."

Tony struggled with his restraints, but the chains above his head were
thick and his legs were secured spread apart about three feet.  This
actually made Tony's crotch feel very vulnerable and to his frustration,
that was making him feel kind of sexy.

Rick handed something to Dudley.

"Ah, now Martino, Rick has asked me for a little favor in return for
delivering you to me.  You see what I have here?  It's a jar of mayonnaise,
about half full.  If I understand correctly, Rick puts this on your
sandwiches for lunch.  When you ejaculate today, and you will ejaculate,
over and over, your studly man cream is going to go in here, where it will
get all nicely blended in with the mayo.  You can think about that when you
enjoy the special flavor it adds to your lunchtime meals, HA!"

Rick and Tom waved goodbye.  Colonel Dudley turned back to Tony and said,
"Now where were we?  Ah yes, a touch of silk..."

Tony's stiff cock stuck straight out of the fly of his briefs, bobbing up
and down.

"Mmmmmppphhh!"  ____________________

Early one Wednesday morning Tony was sitting at his desk trying to think of
a way out of his devilish trap.  Over the past few weeks, the situation in
which he found himself had started to seem kind of routine, almost
'normal'.  That thought irritated the young cop.  No way was he going to
live the rest of his life like this - a profit-turning muscle-stud slave to
a couple of construction workers!  He hadn't had sex with a woman in ages.
He wasn't allowed to.  The most annoying thing of all for our handsome
hero, however, was that something about his predicament felt almost, well,
natural.  He had always worn his clothes tight, especially his uniform.  He
loved showing off his built body.  Never mind the lustful glares he got
from other people, women and men alike, just looking at himself gave Tony a
huge sexual charge.  The tight tee-shirts and gym shorts Tony was now
forced to wear when he wasn't in uniform only seemed to increase his
feelings of manly sexual excitement.  Maybe it was the smell he gave off
when wearing them.  Tony seemed to be constantly wrapped in his own musky
male odors.  In any case, if his thoughts weren't focused on his own sexy
manliness, then they were locked onto the sights and smells of other men.
Tony had always checked out other guys.  It was just competitive instinct
he told himself.  But lately, all he could think about was other men... the
guys at the gym, like that guy Pete.  What was it about him that made Tony
bone-up straight away?  And Jason, his partner at work!  For a month now
that guy had worked over Tony's hairy armpits and trained his balls and
dick to get full and hard without shooting off.  He had got Tony into a
permanent state of horny nut-ache, with relief only on Sundays when Tony
was subjected to the crafty torments and milking sessions of the Colonel.
Tony moaned slightly as he thought of this and unconsciously spread his
thighs in his chair.

One thing was clear: the website had been up and running for a while now
with little apparent consequence.  "What did I think was gonna happen,"
Tony pondered.  "Heck, no one but a bunch of gay guys is gonna look at that
damn thing and there ain't no homos around here!  So what if a bunch of
guys get off lookin' at me.  Only natural they should."

Tony's thoughts along these lines were somewhat dampened by what exactly
was up on the site for someone to see.  Rick and Tom made Tony do various
poses, standing, sitting, relaxed or flexing his muscles, in his police
uniform or in his gym clothes.  Tony actually kind of like those.  The same
was true of the various shots and video clips of him working out.  But
there were other pictures that made Tony break a sweat.  In many, he was in
some kind of bondage - tied to various pieces of his workout equipment, to
a chair or his bed, or staked out on the grass in the back yard.  The
picture of him completely entwined in his hammock, naked, with his hard
dick poking out towards the ground, made him look like a dimwit, Tony
thought.  What Tony found particularly unsettling about these pictures was
the fact that he was always so damn hard.  The minute the guys started
tying him up, his balls would lock into overdrive and his cock would
stiffen up faster than he should say 'shit'.  A lot of the pictures showed
him with a large wet spot on his trousers or shorts, or his naked dick
covered in dribbling cum.  "What the fuck was up with that?" he wondered.

What really got Tony worked up, however, were the sex scenes: pictures of
him licking Tom's hairy-muscled body from his toes to his ears, of his busy
tongue rimming Tom's firm construction-stud butt or licking and nursing
Rick's big dick.  The video footage of him noisily sucking Tom's dick while
Rick plowed his own cop butt was particularly humiliating since Tony
thought he must have looked like he was really enjoying it.  Then he
thought of last night's scene.  He was tied spread-eagle to his bed,
wearing nothing but a jockstrap.  The video camera at his feet took in his
whole body with his head propped up on pillows to capture his every
expression.  As he lay there, two stiff paintbrushes could be seen
caressing and teasing every inch of his muscular frame, ducking into each
side of his jock to torment his achingly hard cock shaft before slowly
descending onto his plump pecs and jutting nipples.  Tony was alternately
chuckling, whimpering and moaning, "Ohhhhhhhhh... dammmmmnnn... that feels
so fuckin... ha ha... hotttt... ya... ya got my cock so hard... man, you
got me so fuckin... ohhhhh... helpless 'n horny... geeeze."  Tony's eyes
opened wide as he watched the brushes descend onto his chest, teasing the
thick short hairs as they swirled in ever smaller circles zeroing in on his
nicely primed man tits.  At that point, all of Tony's muscles tensed and he
was rendered speechless.  On the video could be heard two voices laughing,
affirming how much Tony was liking this, telling him that this was what he
needed on a regular basis and directing the viewer's attention to the
copious quantities of nut oil that the studly cop was leaking into his
tautly stretched jock pouch.  Finally, the brushes lifted.  On either side
of Tony's head appeared two stiff dicks being slowly masturbated.  Strong
masculine hands sloshed up and down the lubed-up poles as Tony's head
turned from side to side watching the action.

"Hey Mr. Cop, you sure are a handsome fucker," said one of the voices.

"A big macho stud like you... looks to me like you could do with having
your face sprayed with hot sticky cum.  I bet you'd like that," said the
other voice.

"Yeah, we'll do a real good job... get that good-lookin' face all nicely
coated.  And on video too!  Won't that be humiliatin'?  You like that
though, dont'ya?"

"Aw dudes, that would be so fuckin' humiliating... come'on... you can't
give a guy like me a fuckin' cum facial..." said Tony.

"Oh, is that what it's called?  How did you know that cop?" said the voice
to his left.

"I... I...," stuttered Tony.

"Yeah big guy, you want this.  I know ya do!  Just the thought of it turns
you on... look at your dick pulsin' down there.  A big muscle-cop about to
get his face plastered with another dude's jizz... oh this is great!"

Tony struggled, trying to get free of the ropes, flexing his muscles and
gritting his teeth as he looked at the two big dicks aimed at his face.
Suddenly he stopped struggling and let out a deep moan: "Awww SHIT!  DO IT!
Spray my hot stud face!  Unnnnggghh!  YES!  I want it... I'm just a
dick-brained muscle-cop who needs to be put in his place... FUCK!  OH MAN!"

"You got it buddy... unnngggh... aaahhhh..."

Swoosh, splat... swoosh, splat... swoosh, splat... swoosh, splat... swoosh,
splat... swoosh, splat... swoosh, splat... swoosh, splat... swoosh,
splat... swoosh, splat... swoosh, splat....

As Tony's face got sprayed from both sides he opened and closed his fists,
wriggled his toes, and squirmed on the bed.  All of the sudden, his own
cock exploded. It looked like it would never end.  Load after hot steaming
load pushed through his jock like gravy being forced through a cheesecloth.
As Tony grunted and mewled, Rick and Tom kept careful aim, covering his
face with six or seven shots each.  They then used their cockheads to rub
the gooey cum all over, slowly basting Tony's dark masculine features and
getting their cocks thickly coated in the process.  Simultaneously, the two
big wet knobs moved to Tony's lips.  "Open up stud, it's time for your
nightly feeding," said the voice to the left.

Tony couldn't think straight.  He'd just shot his own load without his dick
being touched and he was so damn horny, he was ready to go again.  He gazed
down at the two plump cockheads resting on his lips and thought about how
big and juicy and tasty they looked.  He stuck his tongue out a bit and
took a quick lick at each.  "Oh man... I... I... ohhhhh damn that's a lot
'a man-meat dudes...I... I... you... oh fuck... ya turned me into a
cocksucker... a big, dumb, hairy, muscle-bound dicklicker..." Tony
whimpered as the video camera captured his words and expressions on film.

"Ha ha ha!  That's real generous of ya cop, but we ain't done it.  Ya
always were a cocksucker.  Ya just needed someone to take charge of ya,
that's all.  Ha ha!" Tom snickered.

"Now, open wide, cop.  Let's see you get both our dickheads in your mouth.
After all, we got them good and slimed for you.  That's it... start
lappin'... good boy.  Now, smile for the camera, heh heh heh," laughed
Rick.

Lick lick, slurp.  "Mmmmppphhhhh!"  ____________________

"Martino!  Hey Martino!"

Tony snapped to attention and looked up.  "O'Reilly... uh hey."

"Martino, what's up?  I've been standing here for 3 minutes trying to get
your attention," said Jason.

"Uh yeah," Tony said as he looked at his hot partner.  As usual, Jason's
uniform seemed to barely contain his muscular body.  Tony's eyes fastened
on the large bulge at Jason's crotch.  Jason smiled, planted his hands flat
on Tony's desk and leaned across, flexing the muscles in his arms.  "Hey,
stud, we've got a patrol to do.  Come'on, get your hairy ass in gear."
Jason said quietly.

"Yeah... yeah... right with you Jason.  See ya at the car," Tony said back.

Tony was still thinking about the video from last night.  "Fuck!" he
thought.  Why had he said those things?  He wasn't a cocksucker.  What the
hell was going on?  As Tony got up from his desk, he felt his hard dick
trapped in his tight trousers.  He put on his cap and headed towards the
car.  Jason was waiting in the driver's seat.  Tony got in on the passenger
side.

"What's this?  I do the driving," Tony grumbled as he fastened his
seatbelt.

"Not today," Jason said.  "From now on, things are going to be a bit
different.  Look, I want to show you something."  He reached over and
picked up a pair of handcuffs hanging down from the left-hand side of
Tony's seat in the cruiser.  Jason tugged on the cuffs.

"See," he said.  "One bracelet is locked onto part of the metal armature
down behind the seat crack.  What we are gonna do with this end is put it
right here (click) around your left wrist.  Next, we do, excuse me while I
reach across you Tony, we do this (click) with the pair on your right."

Tony's wrists were now fastened at the sides of his seat.  With the
seatbelt snug across his lap and chest, he couldn't move much.

"What the hell is this?  What are you doing, Jason?" Tony grunted, confused
and thrown off guard.

"Don't get antsy, just hang on a minute," Jason said as he pulled something
out of a bag.

Jason was holding what looked like a slender smooth metal pole about 5
inches in length.  On one end it had a shiny ball; on the other end seemed
to be a cord leading to what looked like some kind of battery pack.

"You've got to try this Tony.  The chick I was with last night showed it to
me.  Man oh man was it cool."

Jason reached over and unzipped Tony's fly.

"Hey, what the fuck?" Tony questioned.

Jason pulled Tony's dick out of his briefs.

"Whoa, still got your morning woodie, huh?  Now, just hold your horses," he
said as he held the metal rod to the underside of Tony's dick.  Jason
adjusted the rod a bit making sure that the ball on the tip of the rod
rested right at the startled cop's frenulum, that sensitive point where the
shaft joins the underside of the cockhead.  Jason produced two thick black
rubber bands.  With a bit of difficulty, he got the first one over Tony's
fat glans and let it snap into place.  The tightness of the rubber and the
ridge of Tony's big circumcised knob would keep the band in place.  Now
able to use both hands, Jason stretched the second rubberband and lowered
it down Tony's now very hard shaft, where it strapped in place the other
end of the metal rod.  Jason was able to get Tony's cock shoved back into
his briefs, but in Tony's sitting position it was impossible to get the
engorged briefs bulge tucked back into Tony's trousers.

"Hunh!" Jason mused.  "Well, if it won't go in maybe we will just pull the
whole cotton encased package out?"  He cupped Tony's balls and lifted them
out of the trousers.  Tony now had his briefs-encased dick and balls
resting entirely outside the fly of his uniform pants.

Jason looked at Tony, smiled, and pushed a button on the battery pack.  The
vibrating rod came to life and Tony gasped.  Jason set the battery pack on
the floor, tucked under Tony's seat.

"Nice huh?" Jason said.  "See, that little baby is going to keep you good
and stimulated Martino.  And you know what that means.  Your balls are
going to be working non-stop this morning.  We'll get 'em nice and full.  I
thought it would make a change from our usual, uh, 'pit-stop'."

Tony felt his balls start churning.

"Aren't you gonna say something, Tony?  You and that big vocabulary of
yours?"

"Ho... holy titillation, Jason," Tony grunted as he jerked on the handcuffs
to no avail.

"Hey, that's a good idea!  It's hot in here.  Let's get that shirt of yours
opened up," Jason said as he reached over and started unbuttoning Tony's
shirt.  Tony watched helpless.  The sight of Jason's strong fingers undoing
his shirt buttons made him even hornier.  For some reason, he wanted to
lick Jason's hands, maybe suck on his fingers.

"There we go," Jason said as he pulled the panels of the shirt aside
exposing Tony's big heaving chest.  Jason softly brushed his hands across
Tony's hairy pec mounds and then scratched the dumbfounded hunk's firm man
tits eliciting whimpers and sighs from the beefy cop.

"See Tony, that's why I have to do the driving.  I just don't think you
will have the concentration for it.  Unless I'm mistaken, your mind is
going to be very focused on that big cock of yours and on all that sap you
are gonna be warming up in those nice bull balls you've got," Jason said
with a grin.  He put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot as
Tony moaned and his cock started dripping in his underpants.


As was usually the case, Tony's morning patrol passed without much
incident.  By the time Martino and O'Reilly were back at the station, Tony
was so sexually turned-on he was fit to be tied.  Jason passed the whole
episode off as fun and games and told Tony he would let him trade places
sometime.  This alleviated Tony's anxieties.  If Jason was willing to
submit to that vibrating rod, well then, who was he to make a fuss about
it.  It was just two guys jerking around; it didn't mean anything.  In
fact, on reflection, Tony kind of liked that rod.  Jason was right though.
For the whole morning Tony was incapable of concentrating on anything other
than the sensations pulsing through his bonerized cock.  "Geeze, a whole
morning spent thinking about nothing but my dick.  If Jason pulls that shit
again I really will turn into a dickbrained cop," he muttered to himself.
Part of what really got to Tony, however, was being handcuffed.  That damn
rod was not enough to bring Tony to ejaculation.  All it did was take him
to the edge and keep him there.  Without the use of his hands, he couldn't
give his dick the hot friction it needed to get beyond that.  Once again,
Tony had been denied relief by Jason.  He expected he might cum if Jason
worked his pits over.  That had nearly happened on Tuesday.  However,
because of the way Tony's arms were secured today, Jason informed him that
he would have to wait until tomorrow or some other time for more pit-work.
Tony grunted in frustration at that.  In exchange, Jason had thought he
might teach Tony a lesson in self-control while toying with his pecs and
nipples.  Alas, it was rapidly evident that Tony had no control when his
tits were fondled.  After just three minutes of play, the muscular cop
nearly shot his load.  Jason quickly stopped toying with his partner's
chest, but mentally noted for future reference that all he had to do was
get his hands on the cop's nipples and he could make the Italian stud boy
squirt in his uniform for anyone to see.

For Tony, the thought of Jason exercising that kind of control over him,
only made his balls itch more.  Tony didn't like that thought, but he
couldn't help the feeling.  Jason was so fucking hot that Tony would let
him do anything to him.  As our narcissistic cop contemplated this while
strolling the streets in the afternoon sun, the hours slipped by quickly.

Later, as Tony drove the few blocks to the gym, his anxiety rose again.
What the hell was happening to him?  Every aspect of his life seemed to be
filled with handsome muscle-studs looking to take charge of his dick.  He
wondered what would happen when he saw Pete?

As it turned out, very little happened.  Pete had become Tony's main gym
buddy and workout partner.  They chatted and helped each other with their
regimens.  Tony did slap Pete on the butt at one point last week, but that
was quickly turned into a joke as the two played a bit of grab-ass before
heading back to the lockerroom.  This evening was no different.  Pete
seemed to be just about the only guy he could trust anymore.

Tony's good mood when he left the gym continued when he got home since Rick
told him he could take a shower.  Of course, he didn't have any clean
clothes to change into, just another grimy jock, pungent tee-shirt, and
tight pair of gym shorts.  No matter.

Rick said he was cooking up a large roast for dinner.  By the time Tony
came back upstairs, Tom had returned.  He had been out working on what he
hoped would develop into a long-term job contract for the construction of a
new high-rise office tower downtown.  The three guys ate dinner in front of
the television watching the sports updates.  When they were finished, Rick
announced he had a surprise for Tony.

"Oh no...," Tony groaned.

Aw come'on Tony.  You should be excited.  Tonight, buddy, you are gonna do
your first webcam chat!

Ten minutes later Tony was sitting in front of the webcam typing in
responses to the other people in the chatroom.  Some people tried to get
information out of him such as where he was located and asked him if he was
'for real'.  Tony answered that he was a real cop, but he wasn't going to
give anyone his name and location.  Conversation moved on to his workout
routine, what it was like being a cop and was he really trapped?  For a
moment Tony thought he had a way out!  He typed in that yes he was really
trapped and someone had to go to the authorities and get help!  Tony
immediately realized that this was a wasted effort.  He himself was free to
tell anyone about his situation, but in doing so would be exposed and his
reputation as the local police force's most macho pussyhound ruined.  In
the event, his call for help just excited the other guys in the chatroom to
bouts of laughter.  They insisted he tell them what his captors do to him.
Everyone wanted details of Tony's sexual adventures.  Once that
conversation got started, Tony couldn't see a clear way out of it and ended
up describing the wild sex he had been having along with the ways in which
he was teased and used.  As Tony verbalized the stories behind some of the
pictures on the website, he started to get a warm itchy feeling all over
and his dick sprang up fully erect in his confining shorts.  It was someone
signed on as 'notredamefan' who drew Tony's attention to his boner.  Tony
blushed, but 'notredamefan' pressed his advantage insisting that Tony was
turned on by this scene and must really like what his captors do to him.
Tony started to get annoyed which everyone liked even more since it added
an air of authenticity.  'Notredamefan' told Tony to flex his arms.  Next
he was told to rub his hands all over himself and sniff his pits.  Someone
called 'LthrTopnTX' order Tony to lift his tee-shirt up and play with his
nipples.  Tony scrunched the hem of his tee up into his armpits.  'Yahoos
and yeehaws barraged the text screen as the chatroom went crazy over the
sight of Tony's big tan muscular chest with trim washboard abs and bulging
hair-covered pecs capped off by two large succulent-looking man-tits.  Tony
smiled.  Nothing got to him faster than praise and adulation.  He decided
to do a bit of teasing himself and winked at the screen as he ran his
fingers through across his hairy chest and scratched his nipples.  When he
stopped, 'notredamefan' reappeared and told him to continue, but now with
one hand on his chest and the other rubbing his cock bulge.  Tony looked a
little anxious.  No way was he going to do that on the internet.  It was
too humiliating.  He would look like some sort of gay slut.  Rick, standing
to the side, ordered him to do it.  The crowd went wild again and
'notredamefan' kept pushing Tony on, typing in messages like "Yeah, play
with your big cop cock... squeeze those tits of yours... yeah you are
getting all hot and bothered huh!  You hairy-chested, dickbrained,
muscle-boy... you are looking real nice like that...."

Tony couldn't type anymore.  He was too worked up and focused on what he
was doing to himself.  He spread his legs and scratched the tip of his cock
with his right hand while squeezing his aroused nipples with his left hand.
A minute later he threw his head back and creamed his shorts big time.  Tom
reached over and flipped off the webcam.  Rick logged off the site.

During morning patrol on Thursday Jason teased Tony telling him that
judging by the reduced size of his balls, he must have got some action
Wednesday night.  Tony grinned and hooked his arms behind his neck, ready
for Jason to get started on his armpits.

The following morning, as Tony came through the doors of the police station
he shouted out, "Ah Friday, end of the week!"  Everyone was in a good mood
except for the officers who had to work the weekend shift.  Tony poured
himself a cup of coffee and logged onto the computer to check his police
e-mail account.  As his eyes scanned the contents of his inbox they landed
on something that looked distinctly unofficial.  Just as he was about to
hit the delete button, Tony read the subject line: 'Trapped Muscle-Cop'.
And then he saw the sender's ID: 'notredamefan.'