Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2005 08:17:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Trapped Muscle-Cop' Part 13 {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 13
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2005

Part 13: Not According to Plan

"HA HA HA HA HA HA... HEH HEH HEH... OHHHHHHO HO HO... SHHHIIIITTT HA HA HA
HA... UNNGGGHHH... HEH HEH... SSSTOPPP... HO HO HO... HEH HEH... OH MAN!"

Tony was laughing his head off.  It was only 8:30 on Saturday morning, but
the naked dark-haired muscle-cop was propped up on his bed, pillows behind
his back, his arms outstretched and tethered to the headboard, his legs
spread wide, ankles roped to the corners of the bedframe.  Rick sat on a
stool at the foot of the bed.  In each hand he held a comb, which he was
skillfully using on Tony's feet to drive the firmly secured muscle-cop
crazy.

"OHHHOHOHO... RICK...SHIT...MY
FFFEEEET...AIIEEEEEYOOOWZA... HAHAHA... STOPPP MAN... OHHHHH... DAMN
TH..THAT... TIC...TIC...TICKLES!  TOMMM... MMAKE
HIMMM... SSTOPP... PUHLEEEZE... OH OH OH... HEH HEH HEH... HA HAAAA... HEY
TOMMM...HEY HEY... WHAT ARE YA DOIN' TOM???

Tom, in an old pair of shorts straddled Tony's waist with his big
blond-haired legs.  He had a soft horsehair shoebrush in each hand and a
broad Cheshire-cat grin on his face.

"Aw come'on Tony, we're just helpin' ya out with your morning
groomin'... gettin' ya all nicely combed and brushed... You have to be
ready for your big date with your buddy O'Reilly at 11:00!" Tom said
casually.

"HA HA... THAT'S NOT FOR TWO... TWO AND A HALF... HOURS YET... HA HA HA HA
HA!"  "Yeah, but look at you Tony," Rick said with a laugh.  "You're a
mess.  It's gonna take at least that long to get you ready, pal!"

"NO... NO NO NO... AWWWWW FFUUKKKK... HEH HEH... OOOOHHHH MAAAANNN."

"Ha ha, Tony Tony Tony... you just settle down," Tom said.  'We're gonna
take good care of ya.  Now, let's see... those big hairy pecs could do with
a good brushing.  Let's start at these plump juicy man-tits of yours and
work our way out.  How 'bout that?"

"No... no, not my man-tits... awwww geeeze...aaawwwww you
fuckerrrr... UUNNGGHHH!  AAARRRGGHH!  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...sshhheeeeesh!"

"There we go... how does that feel... good, huh?  We got hours to do this
man, so we'll just gradually make our way... in nice soft circles... ya
like that?"  "OOOHHHH HA! Ho hohohohoooooooohhhhhh!"

"Bet these will feel real good up on your collarbone... nice and ticklish
on your neck and shoulders.  I'll give those cute ears of yours a little
tickle too.  Of course, I'll make sure to pay lots of special attention to
those deep hairy pits... I know you love that!  Don't worry though... I'm
not gonna do this for the whole two hours... nah... Rick here is gonna comb
your pubes for a bit.  I thought I'd use these brushes on your inner thighs
while he does that.  We should be done in about an hour.  Well, done with
that part.  Then we gotta get ya in the mood."  Tom stopped his work on the
slack-jawed Tony's tits.  He reached over to the bedside table and picked
up two artists paintbrushes.

"See these?"

GULP!

"Ha ha!  Yeah Tone, Rick and I thought that for the second hour we'd use
these on your big macho dick and balls.  Actually, the bristles on this one
here are really stiff, so Rick plans to stick it up your stud-pussy to give
a good long loving tickle to that big joy button you got up there!"

"Oh no... no... guys, you'll make me cum... geeeeze I'll fuckin' blast my
load from here to the moon... awwww shit... that's your plan isn't it?
You're gonna fuckin' drain me of all my man juice!"

"Buddy, you got us all wrong.  That's not what we wanna do at all," Rick
said, "especially seeing as how you are going to help us add that fine
Irish hunk to our little stable of docile muscle-stud captives.  No sir,
quite the opposite.  We are gonna get you all worked-up alright, but you
aren't going to be shooting your load... no no no!  I'm not saying that you
won't want to though.  Oh yeah, cop, you are gonna be beggin' us to give
you some relief, but I'm afraid you are going to be
disappointed... repeatedly, heh heh heh."

"Aw holy fuckin' prick-tease..." Tony groaned.

"Yeah, you like it big boy," said Rick.

Tony silently frowned.

"Hey," Tom chirped, "did Rick tell ya what we got planned for your partner?
Man, he is gonna be sorry he messed with you.  And he'll have a long time
to think about it too, his whole future, in fact."

"Wha... what are ya gonna do with him?" Tony asked.

"Well, " Rick said, "You see, good old Dudley, across the street... well
he's really enjoyed having you on Sundays an' all, but it's kinda given him
a hankering to have his own muscleboy slave... permanently.  So, after you
filled us in last night, I gave the Colonel a call and well, long story
short, I think he is spending this morning putting the finishing touches on
his in-house army brig.  How about that?  Your buddy O'Reilly is gonna have
his own cell, just like in the army.  I think the Colonel has got it fitted
out with a solid steel door, a little toilet and shower, some weights and
exercise equipment... the works.  Pretty cool huh?  O'Reilly will get to go
to work, just like you, but he'll be strapped to his single bunk at night,
that is, when the Colonel doesn't have him tied up some other way so he can
play with him.  From the sound of it, I don't think your buddy is ever
going to need a bath again - you know the Colonel and that tongue of his.
Man, I don't think there is anything ol' Dudley likes more than spending an
evening at home, licking some stud to a state of hopelessly aroused
delirium and then making the guy suckle his dick, while the Colonel fingers
his ass.  Just think, you and O'Reilly can compare notes while you're on
patrol together.  Won't that be fun!"

Tony's brain was in a fog of lust as he contemplated Jason's future.  Man
he wanted to see that.  Just the thought of Jason's knock-out good looks
and his brawny muscular body with all that caramel colored hair at the
mercy of the Colonel's creative sexual delights made Tony's dick throb.

"Hey Rick," Tom said, "time's a passin', let's get back to work here."

Brush Brush.

Tickle Tickle.

"Ohhhhhh... awwwwww... gggrrrrrrrrrraaaaahhhhhHAHAHAH HA HA HA HA HA HEH
HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!!"

____________________

A couple minutes after 11:00am Jason's convertible sports car pulled into
Tony's driveway.  The conceited young officer slowly extracted his large
athletic body from the small bucket seat.  He swiftly turned on his heels,
quietly clicked the car door shut and turned again to rest his firm glutes
on the solid car frame as he nonchalantly surveyed Tony's house in the
bright morning light.  In his low-riding chino shorts, a snug, white,
open-necked, polo shirt, and a baseball cap, no one looking at him would
have imagined his underhanded sportsmanship.  If Jason had not been so sure
of his control over Tony, he might have noticed the twitching curtains at
the house across the street.

Colonel Dudley gasped.  "That's him?"

"Guess so," said Rick.

"Well, well, well, men.  I was hoping for a fine young recruit, but blast
if he doesn't exceed all my expectations.  Men, that is one spectacularly
tasty-looking specimen of regimental beefcake.  Dash it if he won't look
mighty nice submitting to the pleasures I have in store for that muscular
body of his... Yes, Officer O'Reilly, before the day is out you will have
started your new life as Private Dickbrain!"

"Ha!" Tom laughed.  "Maybe once you've got him good and trained, you can
promote him to Sergeant Stud-Pussy!"

"Yeeeessss," whispered Dudley.  "Yes, indeed Tom my boy.  The butt toys I
have for him are going to give him an itch down there that he will spend
every waking moment thinking about... yes, indeed.  Bet he's got a good
cock though... can't neglect that... no no no.  Can't wait to see his face
when he finds out that from now on his equipment belongs to the army, under
the sole control of this commanding officer, heh heh.  Yes, I'll keep his
canon good and loaded," Dudley said as he tapped his fingers together and
stared off into space.


Jason knocked at Tony's kitchen door.

"Hey O'Reilly," Tony said as he ushered his fellow officer into the house.

"Hey Martino, looks like today is going to be another hot one.  I'm feeling
sticky already... ha ha!"

"Uh... yeah... I'm just makin' up some iced tea to take out back.  Don't
wanna get too hot," Tony said.

"I'm not too worried pal.  I expect I'll be feeling real cool.  You, on the
other hand, are probably going to be breaking a sweat," Jason said with a
grin.

Tony didn't say anything.  His eyes scanned Jason's thick hairy arms and
the dense pattern of short hairs exposed in the vee of Jason's open collar.
Something about it heightened Tony's sense of his own masculine sexiness
and he unconsciously flexed the muscles in his arms as they hung at his
side.

"I was thinkin' O'Reilly, we can't really lay out in this sun without
lotion, but that stuff would kinda mess-up what we're gonna be doin', ya
know?" Tony said.

"You mean, what you are gonna be doing..." Jason replied.  "Huh, I suppose
you're right though.  Got any ideas?"

"Uh, well, I was thinkin' maybe the basement.  That's where I workout on
days when I don't go to the gym.  There's benches and mats and stuff like
that down there.  We could catch some rays out back after we're, uh, done."

"Yeah, okay, you lead the way Martino," Jason said.

Once the guys got down to the basement, Jason commented on the good job
Tony had done fixing up the place.  "You do this all yourself, Martino?"

"Yeah... took some time, let me tell ya!" Tony replied.

"Yeah, I bet it did.  I didn't know you were so handy with a hammer and
nails.  I'll keep that in mind.  Might have a few projects around my house.
Of course, I wouldn't pay you... might make you pay me for the privilege of
working on my place, HA!" Jason laughed.

"Yeah, very funny.  We'll see about that," Tony retorted.

Jason's eyes latched onto a large piece of furniture on one side of the
room.  "Hey, what the fuck is that, man?  It looks like some old barber's
chair or maybe a dentist's chair, something like that anyway," he said.

"Yeah, I figure it's one or the other, don't really know.  Picked it up
last weekend at some junkyard sale.  It's pretty good for just kickin'
back, watching TV and stuff.  The back reclines.  It's actually pretty
comfortable," said Tony.

"Huh, is that so," said Jason as he sat down in the big steel and vinyl
chair that Tony himself knew all too well.

Tony lowered the back of the chair a bit.  "Not bad, huh?" he said.

"No, not bad at all," Jason agreed as he put his feet up on the attached
footrest.  "So, how's about you get down to work, Martino.  We haven't got
all day and I do want to work on my tan a bit at some point."

Jason wiggled his large feet, laced up into a pair of running shoes with no
socks.  "Why don't you start down there, pal.  I think I'd like to see you
sucking on my toes... and I know you are gonna like doing it!"

Tony walked around in front of the chair and looked at Jason.

"Is that what you wear when you workout Martino?" Jason asked, looking at
Tony's usual outfit of tight little gym shorts, a tee-shirt stretched so
tight it looked like it was painted on, and a pair of dirty sneakers.  "You
look good like that... really shows off all those muscles you've got.
Dude, your legs and arms look even hairier than mine."

"I think we're about the same, man, mine's just darker," Tony said.

Jason looked at his own arms, propped up on the armrests of the chair.  He
clenched his fists and flexed his muscles.  "Yeah, hot huh?"

He looked back at Tony and said, "Why don't you just get down on your knees
and get started, Martino."

Tony lowered himself to the carpet, reached out his strong hands and began
untying Jason's shoelaces.  Something about the situation started to make
his cock-tip itch and Tony recognized the beginnings of a hard-on.  He
instinctively spread his thighs a bit.  Jason noticed and chuckled.

"See Martino, I knew you were going to like this.  This is what you have
wanted all along isn't it?  Yeah, you dumb wop, my hot body turns you on
big-time, doesn't it.  The thought of worshipping my big hairy muscles gets
you all good and boned-up, heh heh.  Well, that's fine by me pal... this
body was made for being worshiped by cocksucking muscle-studs like you.
Take all the time you need... Just one rule, don't touch yourself while you
are servicing me.  You are gonna stay hard and horny... and if I know you,
those big bull balls of yours are gonna have you dripping in your shorts in
no time, ha ha ha."

Tony grimaced and slipped off Jason's shoes.  He looked at the big feet for
a minute, then leaned down and sniffed lightly.

"Don't be a sissy.  I showered this morning; they're clean," Jason said.

Tony could smell a mixture of soap, leather and canvas.  It kind of
reminded him of the gym lockerroom, he thought.  He liked that.  He
tentatively picked up Jason's right foot, stuck out his tongue and licked
across the tender arch.

"Haa!" Jason burst out.  "That tickles!  Here, do it again."

Jason amused himself with letting Tony's tongue tickle the bottom of his
feet, sticking his foot in Tony's face and then quickly pulling back the
minute Tony's tongue made contact.  After a few minutes of this, he got a
bit more accustomed to the sensation and settled down.  Tony continued to
be gentle.  He looked like a cat giving a kitten a bath.  When his tongue
started nursing his partner's toes, it was Jason's turn to stiffen in the
crotch.  Something about seeing his big toe slide in and out of Tony's full
sensuous lips, got the buff young guy in the chair all excited.  While Tony
worked one foot, Jason reached down with the other and rubbed the sole of
his big ped against Tony's stiff rod.  Tony grunted and spread his muscular
hairy thighs wider.  This encouraged Jason to slide his foot under Tony's
balls, using his big toe to scratch right behind the Italian's tightly
packed nards.  Tony whimpered and sucked on the toes in his mouth like he
was racing to get to the soft center of a lollypop.  He felt totally
humiliated.  He loved it, and he hated that fact.

Jason put both feet firmly on the footrest.  Tony looked up at his partner
and then turned his attention to Jason muscular calves, the dense hair
teasing his tongue as it lapped from ankle to knee.  Jason smiled and
watched.  "Ohhhhhhhh yeaaaahhhh, I'm going to like this a lot," he said.
He thought about rubbing his own hard dick, now clamoring for attention in
his shorts, but decided to hold off.  He liked teasing himself that way.
"We'll get to you in a bit, buddy," he said to his tingling cock.  Jason
raised his arms and clasped his hands behind his head with a look of
complete contentment as he watched his handsome fellow officer coat his
legs with spit.

"So Martino, about that promotion... it's mine, dipshit," Jason said with a
huge grin.  Tony looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey, did I say you could stop licking?  Get back to work on my knees."

Tony grunted, straddled Jason's ankles, and returned to his task.  The
spread-out position tugged up the hem of Tony's gym shorts so that they
almost looked more like a pair of briefs.  His legs were fully expopsed.
Jason took advantage of Tony's position to rub the tops of his feet up and
down the inside of Tony's thighs.  Tony's eyes glazed over.  He
instinctively reached down to his shorts-encased cock.

"Uh uh uh Martino... put your hands behind your back."

Tony complied.

"Thatta boy... you look real sexy like that... hard and helpless, heh heh."

"Now, stud... Clemens is due to make his decision on Wednesday.  So, first
thing on Monday morning, you are going to tell him that you wish to
withdraw your name from the running.  Naturally, the Captain is going to
ask why?  You are going to tell him that the fact is, you are just not
smart enough for the job.  Tell him you came to realize this once you
started patrolling with me and saw how much better I am at almost every
aspect of the job.  Ha ha!  Now, I don't want you to actually recommend
that he give the promotion to me, after all, who wants a recommendation
from someone stupid enough to get himself into the sticky mess you're in,
even if you are a hot-looking fucker?"

Tony looked up, anger rising to his face.

"Nuh uh.  You just explain to Clemens that you are really better suited for
physical rather than mental tasks.  Tell him you basically want to stay
where you are, that you will happily serve any man he chooses and, ha ha,
ask him for permission to have your uniform trimmed-up a bit tighter.  That
should do it!  If Clemens didn't think you were some musclehead jerkoff
before, he sure will after you say that!  Ha ha ha ha!"

"Aw geeeze, I can barely stretch in my uniform as it is.  Fuck, you can't
be serious!" Tony nearly shouted.

Jason was amused that of all the things he had just said, what seemed to
grab Tony's attention most was the further tightening of his uniform.

"You bet I'm serious you pit-pussy," Jason said as he looked down at his
new toy.  Tony gulped and swallowed.  "Awwwww noooooooo.... that's fuckin
super humiliatin', man.  You can't make me do that.  I'll be totally
fucked."

"That's the idea, Martino.  Don't worry though, I'll make sure your pits
continue to get lots of attention, and we'll keep that tongue of yours busy
on lunch break.  Now that I know how much you like hot dogs, I'll be
feeding you one everyday, in the privacy of the nice new office I'm going
to get!"

Tony started to pull his hands away from behind his back.

"Uh uh uh... hands back in place meathead!"

Tony whimpered and locked his hands behind his back again.  As he did so,
his dick lurched and a wet spot began to appear on the front of his shorts.

"Speaking of lunch, you got anything to eat around here?" Jason asked.

"No... wait... there's a BLT from yesterday that I didn't eat.  You want
that?"

"Yeah, sure, go and get it," Jason ordered.

Tony came back from the kitchen with the sandwich, a paper napkin, and a
bottle of beer.  Jason told Tony to set the beer on the little side table.
He took a big bite of the sandwich as Tony stood watching.

"Haven't you got something to do?" Jason said with his mouth full.

Jason was holding the sandwich with his right hand.  Tony walked to the
other side of the chair.  He dragged with weightbench over, sat down and
started licking Jason's left hand and wrist.  Jason looked over and smiled.
He lifted his left arm off the armrest and started to feed his fingers to
Tony, slowly sliding one at a time in and out of Tony's mouth.

Jason chuckled, " Damn you look hot doing that."

After a few minutes, Jason put his arm down and Tony started licking the
hairy muscular forearm.  Jason watched him as he ate more of the sandwich.

"This is a good sandwich... something slightly tangy," Jason said.

"Uh, probably the salty bacon..." Tony replied.

When Jason finished, he reached over with his right hand, grabbed the
bottle of beer and chugged down about half of it.  Tony was now slowly and
gently licking his left bicep.  Jason flexed the muscle and smiled.  While
he continued licking, Tony brought his left hand over and started gently
caressing Jason's bulging pecs through his form fitting polo shirt.  Now
and then Tony rubbed his thumb back and forth across Jason's nipples.  They
firmed up quickly.  Jason watched Tony do this.  He smiled, sighed, and
leaned back in the chair, his head propped up on the padded headrest
supported by a short steel bar.

Tony's tongue was now making long trails from Jason's wrist up to the top
of his bicep, just below the edge of his short-sleeved shirt.  Jason's dick
was throbbing.  With his right hand he reached down, unzipped his shorts
and pulled out his hard shaft.  He cupped his hand around the big cut
tube-steak and lightly massaged up and down.

"Oh yeah, that feels good..." he sighed with his deep breathy voice.

Jason closed his eyes.  Tony brought his right hand up to Jason's left
shoulder and began giving him a massage.

"Ummm, yeah... nice Martino..."

Tony got up, moved behind Jason and started to massage both large rounded
shoulders, loosening up the muscles around Jason's thick neck.  Slowly he
ran his hands down Jason's chest, cupping the bouncing pecs in his palms as
his thumbs flicked the relaxed stud's nipples a bit.  Jason meanwhile, kept
his right hand casually attending to his now dripping cock.  Before long
his sticky sap was going to slide over his fingers and onto his nice clean
chino shorts.

Tony lightly patted the firm pec mounds and then moved his hands up and
across, back to Jason's shoulders.  After a few more minutes of deep
circular rubbing, Tony let his hands glide down Jason's arms, first
squeezing and rubbing the biceps and triceps, then trailing his fingers up
and down the length of Jason's arms as Jason had done to him yesterday in
the car.  Jason purred like a dozing tiger, then moaned a bit when Tony
started licking the right side of his neck, his tongue just grazing Jason's
ear.  Tony tried to be careful not to distract Jason from the hand-job he
was giving himself.  He slowly brought his hands back up Jason's hairy
muscular arms and returned to massaging the shoulders.  Keeping the left
hand moving in slow firm circles, Tony reached down with his right hand to
the cardboard box behind the chair and carefully pulled from it a length of
soft cotton rope.  He raised himself back up, giving Jason's neck another
quick lick.  He took his left hand off Jason's shoulder.  He lowered the
rope in front of Jason's neck and started to loosely tie the two ends
behind the steel bar supporting the headrest.

Jason's eyes popped open.  He was a bit dazed from Tony's dexterous
ministrations and the sensations of his own hand still gripped around his
cock.  Tony rapidly looped the two ends of the rope around the front of
Jason's neck and started to quickly tie them again in back.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ASSHOLE!" Jason shouted as his left hand flew
up to fight with Tony's hands.  It took Jason a second to realize he needed
to let go of his dick, but soon enough he had both hands waged in war
against Tony's attempt to bind his neck.

"STOP... YOU HEAR ME!  YOU SON OF A... GET THAT FUCKIN' ROPE OFF MY
NECK... DAMMIT, DO YOU HEAR ME... UUNNNGGGHHH... AAARRRGHHH."

Jason's arms were flailing, trying to pry and pound Tony's hands away while
simultaneously attempting to tug the rope from his neck.  His seated
position put him at an awkward angle for defending himself from an attack
from behind.  Jason thrust his hips forward trying who knows what.  Perhaps
he thought he could propel himself out of the chair in a kind of backwards
flip that would bring him crashing down on his opponent.  This quickly
proved futile.

Tony, meanwhile, had succeeded with considerable struggle to tie several
tight knots in the rope.

"WHO'S THE DIPSHIT NOW FUCKHEAD," Tony shouted. " I ADVISE YOU TO SETTLE
DOWN... those ropes are soft.  If you don't struggle, they won't chafe your
skin."

"You fuckin' bastard... untie me this minute or you're gonna be in such
deep shit you won't know what to do," Jason threatened as he tried to get
his fingers on the knots of rope keeping his neck strapped to the steel
bar.

Tony crouched down and threaded another coil of rope across Jason's waist
and underneath the armrests.  Jason's distraction with the rope around his
neck gave Tony enough time to complete a somewhat sloppy, if nonetheless
efficient, tethering of his foe's waist to the mainframe of the chair.

Jason looked down in distress.  His hands flew to his waist and briefly
tugged at the ropes there before he decided to try making further headway
with the knots behind his neck.  Tony grabbed Jason's right wrist and tried
to encircle it with another strand of rope.  Jason flailed his arm like an
angry bear trying to free himself from a snare, but couldn't get sufficient
leverage to stop Tony's rapid binding.

"Now for the hard part," Tony thought.

Having got the rope tied around Jason's right wrist, he had to wrestle his
arm down to the armrest in order to secure it to the chair.  As the two
guys were equal in strength, Tony had to use both hands to force Jason's
arm to where he wanted it secured.  Giving this his full concentration left
Tony vulnerable to a strong punch from Jason's left fist straight into in
his right shoulder.  Jason definitely got his attention, but it was going
to take more than that.  Tony grabbed in each hand one end of the rope
already tied around Jason's wrist and used the leverage to pull Jason's
arm, like some kind of resistant spring mechanism, down to the armrest.  He
quickly intertwined the two coils on the underside of the padded metal
support, then tied a single knot.  That was all he needed for the moment.
He was now free to deal with Jason's left arm.

Jason looked on in frustration and shock as his left arm was now quickly
subdued.  A broadly grinning Tony turned his attention to the tight lashing
of Jason's ankles.

"Martino, you really are a muscle-bound dumbfuck.  What do you think you
are going to do?  I've got you by the balls and you know it.  All you've
succeeded in doing now is pissing me off.  You hear me?" Jason spat out.

Tony looked up at his partner's exasperated face.  Jason tested his bonds,
struggling against the soft ropes.  Tony was fully enjoying the sight
before him.  Once he had managed to secure Jason's left arm he knew there
was no danger of his good-looking partner getting away.  At that point the
whole scene started to turn Tony on... majorly.  He took his time carefully
and securely restraining Jason's ankles to the steel supports holding up
the footrest.  Once he had finished he ran his hands up and around Jason's
hairy calves as the bound Irish-American stud taunted him.

"Yeah, I knew you were a faggot, Martino.  You can't keep your hands off
meeeeeeyyyaaaahhh ha ha ha ha ha... you assho, ho, hole... ha ha ha!
Sto... stop ticklin' my feeeeeeeeeettttaaah ha ha ha
ha... nooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Tony was laughing almost as hard as Jason as he twiddled his fingers up and
down Jason's right foot.

Tony stood up.  "You haven't got me by the balls O'Reilly.  You haven't got
me by anything."

Tony went into his bedroom and came back out with Jason's digital camera.
"Recognize this?  It's your camera.  You left it in the cruiser.  Who's the
dumbfuck now?"

Jason's eyes were like saucers and his mouth hung open.  Shit, he'd
forgotten to take it with him.

"Now, Jason, if I understand these things correctly, I push this little
button here and I can get a display of the pictures you took... yeah, here
we go... you see that?"  Tony held the camera up to Jason's face so he
could see the images come up on the screen.

"Dude, those are fuckin' nasty," Tony said.  "Man, if you had those in your
hands, I'd be your fuckin' slave.  But, they're not in your hands, they're
in mine.  Okay, let's see... yeah, yeah, this is it.  See there's this
little dial over here... now when I turn this to 'Set-Up' (click), this
menu appears on the screen.  See that, Jason?  You see that option on the
bottom of the screen?  It says 'Format Disk'.  So we click on that and up
comes this message: 'Warning, formatting the disk will erase all stored
images!'  Okay... watch this, it's gonna be good."  (Click,
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.)  "Awwww, there they go Jason... permanently erased."

"SHIT!" Jason shouted as he tugged at the ropes fixing him to the chair.

"You ain't got nothin' on me Jason," Tony chuckled as he put the camera
down.  Jason was silent.

"Now, I didn't have much of a chance to make sure this wrist was really
good and roped.  As I recall, you were tryin' to punch me with your left
fist.  Looks like that plan didn't work buddy, ha ha!"

Tony crouched down and attended to the long strands of rope dangling from
the single knot he had been able to tie underneath the armrest.  He started
wrapping the strands around and around Jason's thick hairy wrist.

Jason's dick had gone soft during the struggle, but now as he watched Tony
tie him up more, it started to twitch again.  Jason clenched his fists,
wriggled his toes, and squirmed in the chair.

"Unnhh... eemmmmnnnhh."

Tony stood up and snickered at Jason's futile efforts.  As he looked down
at Jason, he noticed that his tied-up partner's dick was starting to
lengthen and rise.  "Hey O'Reilly, looks like this is getting you a bit
excited."

"Oh, yeah?" Jason replied.  "What's that in your pants, Martino?  You're
looking kind of hungry to me.  Why don't you just get your head down there
and wrap your lips around my tasty frank, huh?  I think you'd like that.  I
know I would."  Tony looked down at the bulge pushing against the confines
of his own shorts.  He raised his head and looked Jason in the eyes, trying
to think of something clever to say.  Nothing particular came to mind.  He
fixed his attention on Jason's baseball cap.

"What's that cap you're wearing O'Reilly?"

"It's called a baseball cap, maybe you've heard of 'em," Jason replied with
the beginning of a smile.

"Yeah, duh, I know that asswipe, but what's that thing on it... looks like
some kind of crest or something?"

"Good job Martino.  Such masterful skills of detection.  Gee, maybe you
should get the promotion after all, ha!"

Tony balled his hands into fists, but he was stuck for words.

"My older brother sent it to me when he went off to college... little place
in South Bend, Indiana.  Maybe you've heard of it?"

"Nope, sorry dude, never been to Indiana so I don't know what crappy
college your bro went to... and honestly, I couldn't give a shit," Tony
said grinning triumphantly at his small insult to the O'Reilly clan.

Jason beamed.  "So Martino, you've never heard of Notre Dame University?"

"Ha!  An O'Reilly got in there!  I'm impressed.  Wouldn't have thought the
pair of ya had the smarts to get in to Notre... Notre... No... you.  YOU!
You mother-fuckin' son of a bi..."

"Shut your trap, Martino... or should I say 'Trapped Muscle-Cop', ha ha!
Yeah, it was me.  I sent you that e-mail.  You understand what that means
dickbrain?  Those pictures in the camera would have been nice to have, but
they are far from necessary.  With what I have got on you Martino, you are
going nowhere.  You got me, dude?  You, buddy, are screwed."

Tony was stunned.  He stared at Jason slack-jawed, unable to move.

Tony was standing right next to the armrest, his crotch within reach of
Jason's hand.  Jason realized that if he bent his hand back a bit, he could
use his fingers to scratch the plump knob at the end of Tony's full cock.

The twenty-five-year-old Italian let out a small high-pitched sigh.

Jason gave Tony his most winning smile.  "So Tony-boy, how about we change
places?  Why don't you start removing these ropes and then it's gonna be my
turn to tie you up, right where you stand.  I'll do it good and
slow... we've got all day, heh heh heh."

Tony unconsciously thrust his hefty package further into Jason's scratching
finger-tips.  Jason was now able to use both thumb and index finger to
scratch, rub, and squeeze Tony's bloated leaking cock-tip.  Tony,
meanwhile, stared blankly at Jason.  His mind filled with images of his
hunky fellow officer slowly tying him up.  "Ohhhh man," he groaned as sweat
started to bead on his forehead.  Tony thought to himself, "Aw geeze,
Jason, a manly hairy muscle-stud just like me... getting me all roped and
secured... my muscles all tightly bound... making me his slave and me all
helpless and shit... fff...uuu...ccc...kkk."

Jason kept kneading Tony's knob.  "That's it, Tony-boy... I know what you
need.  You just settle down and let me take control.  I've got a nice
future planned out for you.  I don't know if you will be happy about it or
not, but it doesn't really matter since there is nothing you can do about
it," Jason cooed.

Tony looked down at Jason's roped-up wrist.  His fingers moved to the
knots.  He started to loosen them.

Jason smiled and kept his fingers manipulating Tony's cock-tip, trying to
keep the dazed Italian distracted.

Tony shook his head.  "Nnnnggghhh!"  He shook his head again... forced
himself to step back, and breathed deeply.

"What do you think you are doing, you dumbfuck.  Get back to work.  Untie
me NOW!" Jason said.

Tony looked at him and exhaled.  "You're the dumbfuck O'Reilly."

Tony headed off to his bedroom again, this time returning with a couple of
his dirty athletic socks.

"What the fuck is that?" Jason said, glaring at Tony.

Tony walked in front of Jason then slowly straddled the bound young cop's
muscular legs.  He took one of the socks and pressed it to O'Reilly's nose.
Jason struggled to twist his head away, but found that the headrest and the
ropes around his neck offered him very little flexibility.

"Nnnngggyyyaaakkk, get that fucking sock away from me!  Do you hear me
Martino?  You're in trouble, man... uunnggghhh!"

"Stinky, huh Jase?  These socks haven't been washed in weeks and I've worn
'em a lot... at the gym... at home.  Pheee-Yewww!  Man, they are ripe.
Wonder what they would taste like... all that foot-stink loosening up in a
guy's warm wet mouth?"

"Nnnngghhh," Jason grunted unable to get his nose away from the sock firmly
pressed against it.  His exertions only caused him to breath in more
deeply, gulping down the raunchy odor.

"Open up Jason, 'cause you're about to find out!"  Tony chuckled, enjoying
toying with his trapped prey.

"Hear me?  Open up I said.  Come'on, its not the worst thing you will have
had in your mouth today."

Jason stopped squirming and gave Tony a curious look.

"Yeah, that sandwich, buddy.  You liked that didn't ya.  Especially that
tangy flavor.  Here's the recipe... but you can't tell anyone, it's a
family secret," Tony blurted out amidst bellowing laughter.  "All that
goopy mayonnaise was mixed with cream... ha ha... you know, myyyyyy
cream... straight from my big hairy balls that you like to keep so full, ha
ha!"

Jason stared stupidly at Tony.  His eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped
open.  "Oh Shit," he thought, "I've eaten another guy's jism."

Using two fingers, Tony started pushing the sock into Jason's mouth.  Now
it was Jason's turn to whimper and moan.  He writhed in the soft padded
chair and tried to close his mouth.

"Ha ha ha... none of that Jase," Tony said.  He pushed a little harder with
his fingers.  Jason's cock was now fully hard.  Tony reached down with his
left hand.  He formed a circle with his thumb and index finger.  Jason's
shaft was too thick for Tony to close his grip so he latched his finger
across the top of Jason's dick, right under the flange of the broad helmet,
and used his thumb to press and rub on the underside.  Back and forth he
gently rubbed from the base of the knob up to the gooey piss-lips at the
top.  As Jason leaked his pre-cum, Tony used it to slowly baste the
sensitive juicy plum-sized dick-head.

"Uuunnnngghhh... noooommmphhh... oooooohhhhhhhhhmmmmmmppphhh."

The helpless look on Jason's handsome face as more of the sock kept getting
shoved into his mouth cause Tony to nearly shoot his own steamy load.

When Tony had got the entire sock fully inserted, he picked up the other
one, latched it behind Jason's head and tightly tied the two ends in a knot
at Jason's mouth.

"That ought to keep things in place," he said with satisfaction.  Tony's
right hand now joined his left on Jason's dick.  He used his right hand to
softly caress the shaft, paying special attention to the underside.

"How's that sock taste?" he asked.

Jason gulped and moaned.

"Bet it's real tasty.  Just think, any minute now and you're gonna start
swallowin' that grimy gunk."

Jason clenched his fists and flexed his biceps, but he wasn't going
anywhere.

"Okay O'Reilly, I've got some news for ya... whoa, you're really coatin' my
fingers with your dickslop.  Let's just wipe that off on your nice white
shirt... there we go.  Now, I know you think you've got shit on me, but
look over there... on the bookshelf.  You see that, on the middle
shelf... that thing with a lens... it's a digital recorder.  See the red
light?"

Jason nodded.

"Good.  That means it's turned on... has been the whole time we've been
down here.  Now look up in the corner over there... see that?  It's another
one.  I got all this on film... all ready to be loaded up on the website.
Or maybe... I'll get you a website of your own, 'Trapped Muscle-Cop
2'... how'd you like that?"  "Mmmmmpphhhh... nnnnggghhh!"

"Yeah, you got shit on me, well I got shit on you too pal.  You try and
take me down and you're goin' with me... got it?"

Tony let go of Jason's cock and got off his lap.  "Now, where's that camera
of yours?  Let's just get some pictures here."

Jason tried to buck against the ropes.  All he succeeded in doing was
making it look like he was thrusting his dick in the air looking for more
soothing attention.

Tony took dozens of pictures from every angle.

Click.

Click.

Click.

"Okay O'Reilly, I've got to run upstairs for a minute.  You just sit tight!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Tony went up to the living room.  He grabbed a little American flag on a
wooden stand, something he'd got at some July 4th celebration.  He placed
the flag on the window ledge, closed the curtain, and headed back
downstairs.

Two minutes later, the Colonel saw the little flag from across the street.
"Right men," he said to Rick and Tom.  "The signal has been raised.  Grab
your gear; it's time to bag our stud.  Prepare for 'Operation Butt Boy!"