Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2005 08:31:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Trapped Muscle-Cop' Part 11 {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 11
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2005

Part 11: A Mystery Tackled with Relish

Tony was staring at his e-mail.  He couldn't believe what he had just read:

"Dear Trapped Muscle-Cop, Hi!

"I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your show on Wednesday
night!  That was really cool, man.  You are one hot cop.  I can't wait to
chat with you again.  I've been keeping my eye on you for a while and then
one night, surfing on the web, I stumble across this site and there you
are.  I couldn't believe it, but man am I glad.  I think we are going to be
good buddies.  I do, however, have a couple of requests.  I hope you don't
mind.  Actually, you don't really have any choice, but I thought I would be
polite. Lol!

"I've seen you cruising around with that partner of yours.  Man, he is hot
too.  Now, the thing is, what I would really like is to see a bit more
action between you two.  I bet you guys get awfully sweaty riding around in
that car all morning.  So, I was thinking, wouldn't it be great if you
helped your partner cool down?  What I have in mind is this: I want you to
give your partner a tongue bath.  Yeah, a good long one, from head to toes.
I don't know how he is going to feel about this so it is your task to
persuade him.  I'll give you a tip though.  I bet if you offered him a
blowjob, he would agree.  Don't you think so?  No guy says 'no' to a good
old-fashioned BJ.  Tell him he can take a picture of you doing it as a
souvenir.  That should make him pretty amenable.

"Okay okay, you may be thinking no way on earth are you going to do this.
Am I right?  Thought so.  Here it is my turn to persuade you.  If you don't
do this, I will send an e-mail to your precinct chief with the URL for your
website.  How about that?  Man, that would really put you on the spot.  I
wonder what would happen to your reputation at the station?  Of course,
once your partner has had his dick in your mouth, you would pretty much be
under his control, but at least that can be a little secret between the two
of you.  That seems pretty fair to me.

"That should do it for now.  Don't forget, I'll be watching.

"See ya around. Lol!

PS. Have fun!"

"No fuckin' way!" Tony grumbled in disbelief.  Jason was up against him for
the promotion.  There was no way he would give his competition that kind of
power over him.  More disconcerting, however, was the fact that somebody
who has seen the website knows who he is and where to find him.  Tony
realized the implications.  Someone in town has been on the website.  They
might have downloaded pictures and video of him that could ruin his career
if they were seen by anyone at work.  But there was nothing Tony could do
about it.  Tony thought that with Rick and Tom there was still the flicker
of a possibility that he could turn the tables.  He had not yet figured out
how he was going to do that but, at least, he knew who he was dealing with.
Now, even if there was some way he could get out of the sticky situation at
home, it wouldn't solve much since there was someone else, someone he
didn't even know, who had the power to make him do... whatever!

"Dammit, it could be anyone," Tony fumed.  "What the heck am I supposed to
do now?  This asshole could totally mess with my life if I don't do as he
says.  But if I do what he wants that could also drop me in hot shit.
Fuck, I'm trapped."

Tony squirmed in his chair, his fists clenched.  "Geeze, why the fuckin'
hell am I sportin' a fuckin' bone?  This is fucked up man," he thought to
himself.

A half an hour later and Tony and Jason were out on morning patrol.  Tony
was relieved to be driving.  This, at least, gave him the sense of being in
control of something.  Still, he couldn't get his mind off the e-mail from
'notredamefan', what he had been asked to do, and the prospect of being
found out.

Jason decided to break the silence.  "Looks like it's going to be another
hot one."

"Yeah... Summer...," Tony said distractedly.

"Got any plans for the weekend Martino?"

"Huh, oh uh, naw not really.  Doing some shit around the house, stuff like
that," Tony replied.  "How 'bout you?"

"Not a lot.  Thought I'd work on my tan," said Jason.  "My apartment
complex has a pool.  It's not big enough to do any real swimming, just for
cooling off.  There are some lawn-chairs on one side.  If I get there early
enough, I can usually snag one.  The place fills up with kids pretty
quickly on the weekends, though.  Lots of yelling and splashing."

"Yeah, that kinda sucks...," Tony started to respond, and then he had an
idea.  "Hey, I got a good-sized backyard an' all... why don't ya come over
to my place tomorrow?"

"Really," Jason responded.  "That'd be cool, man.  I'll take you up on it
if you're serious."

"Heck, yeah, come on by... say about 11:00 in the mornin', somethin' like
that, before it gets too hot.  We can lay out for an hour, then have some
sandwiches and a couple beers.  How 'bout it?"

"You're on dude," said Jason.

Tony perked up.  Having a buddy from the station come over to his house was
something he had not thought of before.  Tony thought it would be
interesting to see how Rick and Tom would react.  Those two jerk-offs were
very comfortable living in his house at his expense, or, at least, partly
at his expense.  Tony was willing to bet that they would not want to blow
the lid off their little operation so soon.  "Yeah...," Tony thought to
himself.  "Unless those two knuckleheads want trouble, they're gonna have
to clear off for the day.  Hmmmm.  That'll teach them.  I can still flex a
bit of muscle around my own fuckin' house, ha!"  It was arguably a small
victory, but Tony liked the idea of pissing-off his captors.  It made him
feel like he was in charge again, even if only temporarily.  "This is just
the first step, assholes.  I'm gonna get you back, somehow," mused the
proud young cop.

Tony's reverie was interrupted when a pickup truck coming from the opposite
direction ran through a four-way stop, causing other drivers to slam on
their brakes and swerve to avoid an accident.

"Whoa, shithead," said Jason as he flipped on the cruiser's flashing lights
and hit the siren.  Tony made a quick u-turn in the middle of the street
and sped off in pursuit of the truck.  The driver of the offending vehicle
quickly pulled over to the curb.  Tony pulled up behind him and started to
fill out the ticket.  As he wrote down the license number his eyes widened.
He laughed to himself.  This day was shaping up nicely, Tony thought, as he
prepared to give Rick an expensive ticket for running a stop-sign and
speeding.

"I'll handle this," Tony said to Jason as he put on his dark reflective
sunglasses and his cap and got out of the car.

Tony tapped on the driver's window.  As Rick rolled the window down, he
looked up, a huge grin beginning to spread across his face.  "Officer
Martino... something wrong?" Rick teased.

"Yes sir," Tony said, barely able to suppress a laugh, "failing to stop at
a four-way intersection and speeding... Driver's License and registration
please."

Rick handed over the requested documents.  "Golly Officer, you got me. Ha
ha ha!"  Tony smiled and nodded.  "Yes, sir, heh heh, look's like I have.
Here you go," he said as he handed Rick a written fine for 200 dollars.

"My Officer, I know I was in the wrong, but isn't that a bit high?" Rick
asked.  Martino grinned, "That's payable by check within 30 days.  I advise
you against any further infactions... interfactions?"  Tony couldn't
remember the correct word.

"Infractions? Is that the word you're looking for Officer?" Rick said
gleefully.  Tony frowned and spat out, "Don't mess with the law... sir.
Got it?"

"Got it Officer," Rick said.

Tony turned to walk back to the police cruiser when he heard Rick say, "And
don't you worry, Officer, I'll get this paid straight away.  Got a buddy at
home who will take care of this real promptly!"

Tony stopped in his tracks.  "Dammit!" he muttered.  "I fuckin' just busted
myself!"  He suddenly realized Jason was watching, so Tony made a show of
looking at his watch and then up to the sun.

"Whew!" Tony said as he got into the car.  "Only 10 o'clock and the air is
already steamin'."

"Any trouble?" Jason asked.

"Naw, just routine," Tony grunted.  "Jerk wasn't paying attention."

Tony put the car in gear and started to pull away from the curb.

"Right you are about this heat, man.  When are they going to fix the
air-conditioning in this damn car?  Sure wish I could think of some way to
cool down," Jason said.

Tony's foot accidentally punched down on the accelerator as he pulled out
into traffic, propelling the cruiser nearly into the side of a passing car.
Both cars hit their brakes.  The two cars had not actually collided and no
damage had been done.  Tony looked over to see a very startled and frowning
middle-aged man looking at him from the driver's seat of the other vehicle.
Tony nearly wet his pants.  "What the fuck is goin' on today?" he muttered
loud enough for Jason to hear.  The car Tony had nearly hit was being
driven by none other than Colonel Dudley.  Tony quickly gestured for the
Colonel to proceed.  Dudley gave him a smirk and took off.

"Uh, hey dude," Jason said, "that was close.  What's up with you?  You've
got to cool down man.  Here, take that next right."

Tony followed Jason's directions into a quiet street of run-down little
houses.  After two blocks he turned left, crossed a railway track, then
turned right again.  They were now in a little alley behind some
cheap-looking 1950's commercial complex.

"What's this?" Tony asked.

"Just a place to take a breather Martino," Jason said as he reclined his
seat all the way back.

Tony looked over at him.  Jason exhaled and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Shit it's hot.  Man my pits are dripping with sweat.

Tony, still wearing his cap and sunglasses, looked at Jason's big hairy
pecs and firm abs slowly rising and falling as he breathed.

"Ah yeah... that's better." Jason sighed.  "Damn, Martino, aren't you hot?
Hey, look at my tan.  Coming along pretty nicely, huh.  Martino, feel my
abs, man.  They are so firm."

Hardly knowing what he was doing, Tony reached across and gently ran his
big hand over Jason's densely-haired chest.  Tony's fat cock had started to
harden in his pants.  His muscular body felt constricted and confined in
the tight sweaty uniform.  It made him feel so sexy and horny.

"Shit," Tony thought to himself.  "That fuckin' e-mail.  I'd nearly forgot.
Tony's big hairy balls tightened a bit and his dick squirted a thick dollop
of jizz into his briefs as he thought about how trapped he was and how hot
Jason looked.  His sense of helplessness turned him on and pushed him that
final step....

"Uh... O'Reilly... I... uh... I... could help ya with... uh... your sweat
an' all," Tony nearly whispered.

"Oh yeah Martino?  What do you mean?" Jason asked.

Tony couldn't tell if Jason was teasing him or not.

"I... um... well... you know... guys gotta help each other out, yeah?  And,
uh...."  Tony leaned over, stuck out his tongue and took a tentative lick
across Jason's abs.

"HO HO HO... what the fuck are you doing, man?" Jason asked startled.  "Are
you saying you want to lick my sweat off of me?  Because, if you are saying
that, well, I don't know man.  That's kind of funky, don't think?"

"Hey, O'Reilly, I don't know where you get off.  You're always playin' with
my pits an' shit... keepin' my balls all worked up and full.  That's pretty
fuckin' 'funky' man," Tony said.

"Hey, that's not the same, Martino.  That's just a massage.  Can I help it
if it gives you a hard-on?  That's your problem.  But this, I mean, liking
the sweat off another dude, man, that's way out."

Tony just looked at Jason dumbly.  He didn't know what to do.  He knew he
had to follow that e-mail's instructions or he was going to be in trouble.
He didn't want to, of course not.  Even if he kind of liked the way Jason's
chest hairs tickled his tongue.  He had to do it though, or he was screwed
and for some reason that thought made his butthole tingle and itch.
Unconsciously, he reached back with his left hand and tried to scratch that
tight quivering portal through his trousers.

"Martino, what are you doing?" Jason asked.

"Awww, come'on O'Reilly... le'me... le'me lap up that sweat and cool ya
off, man," Tony grunted.  "Come'on man... I... if ya let me do it,
I'll... uh...ummm... I'll...."

"Hey Martino, any dude who want's to lick my fine body has to earn the
privilege.  You hear me?  You want to get your tongue on my muscles, okay,
but you have got to lick all of them, you understand?  That means my hot
hairy sweaty balls and my big dick too, got it?"

"Yeah, man, yeah... I'll fuckin' give ya a blowjob if ya want it man.
I'll... uh... I'll suck ya real nicely," Tony said plaintively.

"Okay Martino... yeah, I think I'd like that.  Get down there between my
legs."  Tony hoisted himself over to Jason's side of the car and backed
himself down between Jason's spread-wide legs.

Jason looked down at him with a smile.  The studly light-brown-haired cop
lowered his hands to his belt.  With one hand he began slowly unbuckling,
while with the other he softly rubbed his crotch in front of Tony's face,
looking at the reflection in the Italian cop's sunglasses.

Once he had the zipper down, Jason told Tony to grab hold of the waistband
of his uniform trousers and briefs and lower them to his ankles.  Jason
raised his butt off the seat to help Tony slide the clothing down.

"There we go Martino," Jason whispered.  "Now get your face in there and
sniff around a bit."

Tony looked at the big set of balls and a cut cock as long as his own.
Like his, Jason's dick also seemed to be wider than it was thick, with a
fat bulbous cock-tip.  Tony noticed the thick coating of light brown hair
all over Jason's full nutsack.  His nose then directed him to look up at
his fellow cop's thick and fragrant pubic bush, the hairs getting shorter
and softer looking as they climbed over Jason's tight abdominal muscles
before fanning out across the large mounded pecs.

Tony ran his hands across all that hairy muscle until his fingers latched
onto Jason's jutting stud-tits.  Tony began lightly scratching and
squeezing them.  Jason sighed and lifted his head up to look at Tony.  He
put his hands on top of Tony's hands and then while Tony kept gently
working Jason's nipples, Jason slowly moved his own hands up Tony's arms.
Back and forth Jason brushed the thick black hair on Tony's muscular
forearms.  His fingers then drew little circles over every inch of Tony's
bulging biceps and triceps, continuing up to trace the hem of the tight
short sleeves until he reached the soft tufts of Tony's thick armpit hair
pushing beyond the limits of the tightly stretched sleeve.  Tony was turned
on beyond his wildest imagination.  When Jason began gently tugging on his
armpit hair, Tony whimpered.  His full balls went into overdrive and his
hard cock began steadily dripping his own studly steamy nut-sauce.  The
sticky itchy sensations this caused on his dick-tip trapped in his tight
white briefs fried what remained of his brain.  Jason removed Tony's
sunglasses and pushed his cap higher up on his forehead.

"There we go Martino... that's real nice.  Heh heh... makes you look kind
of stupid and sexy at the same time," Jason chortled.

Tony's mouth was hanging open.  His hands hadn't stopped diddling Jason's
tits.  Jason now put his own hands on the back of Tony's head and lowered
the sexy Italian's full moist lips onto the tip of the throbbing dick-treat
in front of him.  Tony and Jason locked eyes.  Jason winked.

"Yeah, that's it buddy, suck on that knob for a bit, that's it... good
boy," Jason whispered with a gleeful tone.

Tony was nursing that spongy mushroom cap like a calf on a teat, getting it
all slick with a mixture of his own spit and Jason's bubbling pre-cum as he
slurped on the head and licked at the piss-slit.

Jason let go of Tony's head and massaged the sultry dark-haired cop's
shoulders.  He then tickled Tony's Adam's Apple.

"Hey, Martino, you know what this does?" Jason asked as his index finger
gently rubbed up and down the front of Tony's neck.

Tony looked at him and slightly shook his head from side to side, careful
not to let Jason's cock-tip slip from his mouth.

"Well, this little rubbing I'm doing right here on your Adam's Apple, this
starts your swallowing reflexes.  And once that is started, you won't be
able to stop until there is nothing left to swallow.  Pretty nifty, huh?
See that way I can insure that you are going to swallow everything I feed
you."

"Nnnnnnpppphhhh..." Tony sighed.

"Yeah, I'm going to make sure to get you good and full of my dick juice.
Now, correct me if I am wrong, but it seems to me that you can't honestly
be top stud down at the station if you have a belly full of your partner's
cum.  Don't you agree?"

"Naaaawww... wai... wai... minnoot!"

Tony started to pull back off Jason's dick.  Jason momentarily thought of
clamping his hands back onto Tony's head, but he was in an experimental
mood and he didn't want to give Tony any cause for later rationalizing that
he had been forced to do this.  Jason therefore simply started caressing
the muscles in Tony's upper arms again.  Tony stopped moving and watched
Jason's hands playing with his manly biceps. Tony briefly lifted his
fingers from Jason's nipples and flexed his arms out straight.  Jason
teasingly moved his hands up and down the length of Tony's arms.  Tony
looked at Jason.  He whimpered softly, flexed his arms again, and without
breaking eye contact, lowered his mouth back onto Jason's dick.  His
fingers returned to their task on Jason's chest.  Jason just kept running
his hands up and down Tony's arms watching the handsome face of the
masculine Italian cop as his soft sexy lips and busy wet tongue slowly
descended the steely shaft, inch by inch, settling in for a good long
sloppy suck.

"That's it... down... ha ha ha... down you go Martino."

Jason popped open the glove compartment and pulled out a digital camera.
"Hope you don't mind, Martino, but if you want to lick my hot bod, then I
want a few pictures of this, okay?" Jason said.

Click
Click
Click

"Hey, you know what, we don't have all that much time so I think we are
just going to concentrate on the blowjob today.  You can worship my body
with your tongue tomorrow when I come over to lay out in the sun.  How is
that for a plan?" Jason teased.

"Mmmmmppphhhhhhhh..."

"Great, I knew you'd agree," laughed Jason.

Tony had nearly forgotten that he invited Jason over to his house.  It was
now clear that Saturday was not going to be quite the victory over his
man-trap that he had envisioned.  The realization that he would spend the
middle of tomorrow using his tongue to confirm the superior studliness of
his partner was infuriating and humiliating.  Tony's eyes gazed across the
expanse of Jason's muscular chest flanked by his own tanned muscle-bound
hairy arms.  He looked at the Irish cop's sparkling hazel eyes and breathed
in the musky aroma of Jason's pubes.  His tightly confined bonerized
cop-dick pulsed in his pants and squirted another dollop of goop.

Jason suddenly propped himself up on his elbows.  With a big smile on his
face he said, "Hey, I almost forgot!  Don't let me interrupt Martino, but
I've got a surprise for you."

Jason reached back behind his seat and pulled up a brown paper bag.  From
it he produced a plastic squeeze bottle of mustard and a small jar of
pickle relish.  Tony's brows furrowed and he gave Jason a questioning look.

Jason put his palm on Tony's forehead and said, "Back up a bit... that's
it, just keep the tip in your mouth.  You see, I was thinking about our
conversation a while back and about how you have been such a good partner
it would be nice to treat you to something I know you like.  And then it
hit me," Jason said.  He used his index finger to coat the top of his dick
with some of the pickle relish.  He then wiped his finger off on Tony's
shirt.  Next, he squeezed a trail of mustard up and down the length of his
dick, on top of the relish.

"Tasty Franks!" Jason laughed.  "Just like at the old ball park, huh!  This
is the new and improved version.  I think you will like it even more."

Tony looked wide-eyed at the culinary prospect in front of him.

"Nnnnnnnggggghhhhhh.... pppphhhhhsshhhttttt!  Naaaaawwwwwwww!"

"Chow down Martino, ha ha ha!  You are going nowhere until you finish your
nice juicy frankfurter," Jason said.

Something about this pushed all Tony's buttons.  There was something so
cleverly degrading to his macho pride and his sense of hairy-chested
manliness that he simply caved.

Click
Click
Click

"Aw geeze, this is so fuckin' humiliatin'," Tony thought.  "It's
so... so...  delicious... holy stinkin' hot
dogs... unnngh... unnngh... unnngh... unnngh... unnngh... unnngh!"

As Tony took Jason's leaking dick back into his mouth the sharply flavored
condiments mixed with the nut milk to create a tangy brew that Tony
helplessly swallowed.  The sheer fiendishness of it, the way Jason played
on Tony's weaknesses and the consequences that were to come of this in
terms of the power that Jason now had over him, not to mention his strong
lust for Jason's body, so like his own, had Tony in the throng of a
humiliation so exquisite that he blasted his load in his pants.

Jason laughed and promptly shot his own load.

"Swallow it all down Martino.  I am going to make it my mission to keep you
well supplied with hot spicy 'franks'.  We'll talk about what this means in
terms of the promotion tomorrow....  Thought you could beat me, huh
Martino.  Let this be a lesson to you, don't mess with the fighting
Irish...."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Tony wondered.  "Doesn't it have somethin'
to do with a football team?"  He wasn't sure.  He still had Jason's dick in
his mouth and even though he just shot his load, his own cock-shaft was
hard as steel and his balls were ready to fire again.