Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 09:14:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trapped Muscle-Cop Part 21 {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 21
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2006

Part 21: HOME FURNISHINGS AND DOMESTIC APPLIANCES

Tony finished wiping off the kitchen counter and turned to look at Pete.
The air in the kitchen was stuffy and Tony considered turning on the
air-conditioning.

"Naw," Pete said.  "That's just a waist of electricity.  We're gonna be
downstairs workin' up a sweat anyway, so no point puttin' on the AC."

Pete reached into the fridge and pulled out a couple bottles of water.  He
tossed one to Tony.  "Come'on.  I've got something I wanna show you,
chief," Pete said, nodding his head in the direction of the basement.  Tony
laughed.  His eyes lit up with a devilish glint.  "Hey, I've got something
I wanna show you too!"  Tony raised his right arm and leaned his nose
towards his bushy pit.  "Phwaaaahh!  Man, I'm ripe!  Ha ha!"  He looked
back at Pete and said, "See that?  That's your immediate future, buddy!
Hee hee hee."

Pete crossed his arms and said, "Yeah, right.  We'll see about that, guy.
Now come'on.  Let's take our stinkin' stud pits downstairs."  Pete headed
towards the basement and the young hunky Italian cop followed.  When they
got to the bottom of the stairs, Pete headed straight over to the weight
bench.  Tony stood dumbfounded, staring at a large object on the opposite
side of the room.

"What the... what the heck is that?" he asked.

"Ah ha!" Pete said, as if he'd almost forgotten.  "That's what I wanted to
show ya, pal.  Nice, isn't it?  I made it myself."

"Uh... what is it?" Tony asked again.

"It's a chair.  That's nice solid oak you're lookin' at.  That stuff
doesn't come cheaply either!  Sturdy though.  Real solid.  Built to last.
You could drop that thing from the rooftop and it wouldn't break apart."

"It's a chair?  What kind of a chair looks like that?"

The object of Tony's attention did indeed look solid and heavy.  He briefly
wondered how Pete had got it downstairs.  The wood was undeniably
beautiful, with a high polish that brought out the fine grain of the oak.
Now that Pete had told him it was a chair, he could sort of make out how
someone might sit in it.  There was a large more-or-less oval-shaped seat,
kind of like the seat on a toilet in its general contours.  It was covered
with what looked like firmly-padded black leather.  The tall narrow
rectangular backrest, fashioned from two thick planks, was likewise covered
in padded black leather on the front, but nicely sanded and varnished on
the back.  The chair had no armrests.  Tony was puzzled by the vertical
beam bolted onto the back of the chair.  It rose about two feet above the
top of the backrest.  Likewise, he could not make sense of what looked like
two narrow leather-padded benches projecting outwards from the seat like
the two sides of an open fan.  These benches, like the seat of the chair
itself, were supported on steel posts.  Pete noticed Tony bending down to
look at these.

"Nice, huh?  I like the contrast of the brushed steel against the polished
oak and black leather.  And like I said, it's real sturdy.  The steel is
just a shell.  I poured cement inside, so those babies are solid."

Tony stood up and put his hands on his hips.  He looked at Pete and said,
"Wow, man, yeah, nice work, but, uh, kind of an unusual design.  I mean,
thanks and all, but you didn't have to go to all this trouble, dude.  I
don't really do a lot of sitting down here."

Pete laughed and said, "Hey guy, don't jump the gun.  You've only got half
the story.  This is a real interesting chair.  I've still gotta put the
finishing touches on it.  Here, these things you're callin'
benches... they're leg rests.  Now look underneath them."

Tony crouched down and looked.

"See those holes in the steel plate, goin' up into the wood?  Those are
bolt-holes.  Here, look at this," Pete said.  He walked over to a large
brown paper bag and pulled out a black nylon strap.  "See, I've got a bunch
of these and what I'm gonna do is bolt them to the chair.  What I was
thinking is this: before we help your friend Jason get outta his little
situation over there at the Colonel's house, well, I thought you might want
to get a little revenge back on him for what he tried to do to you.  Ya
with me?"

A light went on in Tony's brain.  "Holy shit!  You mean, like, strap him in
and do stuff to him... drive him up the fuckin' wall, make him shoot his
load?  No, wait, even better!  Make him real horny, but then we DON'T let
him shoot.  Heck yeah!  Hey, I know what would really get him; make him
lick my pits.  MAN, he would fuckin' hate that.  All tied up and helpless
while we did shit to him... jeeeze, that'd be so fuckin' cool.  He'd be
hatin' life.  Trust me, I know.  I, I mean me and Tom and Rick, we did
something like that to him before, when we delivered him over to the
Colonel.  FUCK!  That'd be so damn hot, Pete.  You and me, workin' him
over.  Wait a minute though.  Do you think we can get that fuckin'
queer-ass Dudley to agree?"

Pete grinned as his eyes quickly glanced at the huge tent in Tony's shorts,
that bar-b-que sauce arrow now pointing straight at the chair as if
indicating Tony's destiny.  He lowered his voice and said, "I don't think
it's gonna be a problem."

Tony looked at the strap in Pete's hand and said, "Here, toss me a few of
those.  Let's get these things bolted in."

Pete grabbed a handful out of the bag and handed them over to Tony.  "Hang
on just a minute.  You've gotta sort 'em out.  Different ones go in
different places.  Some are for the ankles, some for the thighs and so on."

A half an hour later and Pete checked all the bolts to make sure they were
good and tight.

"Humph!"

"What?" Tony asked.

"Well, I was just thinkin' guy.  I hope this chair really does hold.
Jason's a strong guy.  If we don't get the straps tight enough, he might
get out of them.  Or what if he starts bucking and actually manages to
break the chair?  I made this thing as sturdy as can be, but it's not like
I've tested it or anything," Pete said.  He scratched his head.

Tony stood, hands on hips, looking at the chair.  "Wait a sec," he said,
looking back at Pete.  "Why don't we give it a run?  I'll strap you in.
You do your best to get out of it, and if it holds, then we know we're
fine.  How about that?"

"Not a bad idea Tony, not a bad idea at all," Pete replied.  He sat down in
the chair and made himself comfortable.  "Okay.  So this is how it works.
You've gotta pull the two ends of this strap across my waist and and then
buckle it.  Actually, I can do that myself.  Yeah, here we go.  Huh..."

"What now?" Tony said.

"This is a good idea and all, but ya know, if I'm the one in the chair, I'm
not gonna be able to really see how it's all holding up... you know, check
on the joints and shit like that while they are being subjected to stress."
Pete waited for this idea to slowly make its way to Tony's brain.

Tony folded his arms across his chest and scanned the chair with his eyes.
"Dammit, that's true!  What are we gonna... wait!  I've got it Batman."

"Ha ha... uh, yeah Boy Wonder?" Pete said with a playful chuckle.

"Well, Jason and I are pretty much the same size.  We weigh only a few
pounds less than you and we're probably stronger seeing as we're a bit
younger - no offence, man.  So, I'm the perfect test subject.  If we really
wanna know if this thing can stand up to whatever Jason throws at it, then
I should be the one getting strapped in.  Ya with me Pete?"

Pete's mind was turning over several things at once.  He was intrigued by
the Batman reference in which Tony automatically assumed the junior
position.  Perhaps it was just an age thing or perhaps Tony was
subliminally attracted to the idea of himself packed into the Boy Wonder's
tight tunic and snug green briefs, all tied up and helpless at the hands of
some dastardly criminal.  There was probably a connection with Tony's
decision to become a cop, Pete thought.  As for Tony calculating that his
twenty-five years of age made him stronger than Pete's thirty, Pete
marveled yet again at the cop's massive ego and his apparent unfamiliarity
with male biology.  Pete loved it.  He looked at the handsome,
hairy-chested stud standing to his side and felt his nuts churning thick
cream.  The dipshit cop had not only helped put the finishing touches on
the crafty piece of furniture, but he was now eagerly volunteering to be
strapped into the contraption.

"Damn, Tony, I've gotta hand it to ya, guy.  That's a police officer's
brain at work.  Good thinking, buddy."

Tony gave a satisfied grin.

Pete rose up out of the chair and gestured for Tony to take his place.  The
seat was still warm when Tony sat himself down.

"Okay, Martino, let's get you fastened in... real good and secure," Pete
said as he began buckling the strap across Tony's waist.  "What I want you
to do here is tell me if something feels too loose.  You should be almost
totally immobilized."

"Gotcha," Tony said.  "Buckle me in as tight as ya like.  We gotta know
that Jason doesn't stand a chance of getting out of this thing."

"That's it, man.  Now let's fasten this one across your chest here, right
below those big studly pecs of yours."

Pete latched the buckle.  Tony wriggled his torso a bit.

"Tighter Pete.  I can still twist about.  Don't be a pussy, heh heh.  Pull
that strap real snug... ungh... yeah... that's it.  I can't move my torso
an inch, man... not a fuckin' inch."

"Good, Tony.  Now, put your legs up on these benches.  Yeah, that's it."

"Man, Pete, this really spreads my legs out wide.  It's makin' my shorts
feel real tight... in the crotch."

Tony's shorts were bunched up like a pair of briefs around his hips.  Pete
looked at the spectacular muscle-bound hairy legs splayed out before him.

"Yeah, I bet it is muscle-boy," Pete said as he quickly strapped down both
of Tony's ankles.

Tony watched as Pete fastened more black straps just below his knees.
"Tight enough?" he asked while casually brushing his fingers along Tony's
shins.  Tony tried to jerk his lower legs free.  "Yeah, man.  Not a drop of
slack in those straps."  Pete smiled and moved up to Tony's thighs.  He
squeezed the muscle a bit.  Then he gave Tony's inner right thigh a
ticklish caress followed by a soft pat.

"Hey," Tony said with a smile.  "I forgot how much you like my legs.  Shit.
Maybe this wasn't such a bright idea.  You could really have your way with
'em now.  Hah hah hah."

"Ha!  That's right, boy, but soon there won't be annnnnyyy-thing you can do
about it, YAH HA HA HAAAA," Pete teased theatrically.

For some reason, Tony's shorts suddenly felt even tighter.  Pete was
intrigued that Tony had so far not objected to being called "boy".  Perhaps
in the excitement, Tony simply hadn't noticed?  Tony's attention was
actually on Pete's big hands as they carefully buckled the straps across
his meaty thighs.  Something about that sight gave Tony an urge to rub his
dick a bit.  He could feel it straining against the tautly stretched cotton
of his gym shorts.  That always made him horny.  With his right hand he
massaged himself a bit while he looked at Pete adjusting and tightening the
straps.

"Shit Pete, those black straps look kinda... uh, kinda hot.  Sorta
emphasizes how nice and muscular my legs are."

"You like that huh?  You've got hairy legs, guy.  Looks real manly on ya.
I gotta admit the straps do look good... kinda like this is how you were
meant to be... a hot, strapped-down, muscle-stud.  Wait a sec... be right
back."

Pete disappeared into the bathroom adjacent to the little basement bedroom.
He came back in a flash.  "Now that you mention it, we might as well make
sure that your legs look their best, right?  Let's brush that hair a bit!"

Tony eyes opened wide.  "NO!  You fucker... no, stoppit!  Shit!  Ha ha ha
ha!"  Pete darted the brush here and there across the big, trapped thighs.
Tony's legs instinctively tugged against the nylon straps, but he couldn't
move them at all.  They were tightly and inescapably fixed in place.  He
swatted at the brush with his hands while simultaneously laughing.

"STAAAWWWP!"

Pete smiled and put the brush down.

Tony exhaled.  "Pheeewwww.  Man Pete, I couldn't move my legs at all.  Is
the chair still in tact?"

"So far, so good," Pete replied.  "Now, lets take care of your arms."

"Oh, uh, do we really need to.  I mean, I can give the chair a pretty good
test right now."

"Hell yes, we need to!  This is the most important part.  Jason gets his
arms free and we are in trouble."

"Damn Pete, you're right.  I didn't think of that," Tony said as he held
his arms up.  "Hey, where do they go?  I don't remember puttin' any straps
on for the arms."

"Nope," said Pete.  "Put your hands out in front of you.  That's it."

Pete pulled something from the paper bag.

"Leather cuffs!" Tony yelled.

"Yup!  Connected by a nice little chain, here."

Tony swallowed and then his mouth hung open.

Pete quickly fastened the cuffs and watched Tony test the strength of the
chain.

"Hey Tony, these look good on you," he said as he made sure the hard
leather cuffs with a soft leather lining were as tight as possible.  Pete
continued in a light and jocular tone, but now mixed insults with
gratuitous praise to test Tony's reaction.  "Damn, shithead, you got
fuckin' manly arms.  So fuckin' masculine dickbrain.  These cuffs really
accentuate the muscle."

Tony looked at his arms and flexed his biceps.  "Hot huh?  Maybe I'll let
ya lick 'em Petey-boy! Ha!"

As Pete grabbed hold of the chain and lifted Tony's arms he jokingly
replied with exaggerated lust, "Aw please Mr. Muscle-Cop, please let me
worship your big sexy arms!"

Tony laughed.  "Hey punk, you wanna play with my arms, you gotta suck my
dick first."

Pete was silent.  Tony was sort of startled himself at what he had just
said.  Pete threaded a heavy-duty padlock through one of the links of the
solid steel chain connecting the cuffs.  He twisted the head of the padlock
a bit and passed it through a steel eyehook bolted into the post about a
foot above Tony's head.

CLICK

Tony looked up trying to see what Pete was doing, but the back of the chair
prevented him from getting a clear view.  He wiggled his wrists a bit and
could feel that the short chain connecting his cuffs was somehow secured to
the post.  He felt something wet and sticky on his right bicep.  In his
peripheral vision he could see that Pete was licking it.

"Hey, man... what... what're you doin'?" Tony asked.  He swallowed hard.
He could feel Pete's tongue swabbing over and around his thick rounded
bicep, getting it coated in sticky saliva and tickling all the soft little
hairs.  Tony flexed his arms instinctively and felt a further tightening in
his shorts.  "Come'on, that feels funky man... aw shit, Pete."  Tony
realized that although his wrists were secured, he could flap his arms
about.  He jerked his arm away from Pete's big tongue and then felt Pete's
breath at his right hear.

"You'll get your dick sucked... but not by me, and not tonight, and not
very often."

"Huh?" said Tony.

Pete stood up straight and walked to Tony's side.  He was grinning.  He ran
his right hand across Tony's chest, gently squeezing the muscle.

"Nice big hairy chest on you boy.  Gonna play with that a lot.  It belongs
to me now.  It's my property... you are my property."

Tony squirmed a bit in the chair.  He was sure Pete was just teasing, but
there was a funny tone in his voice.  In fact, it sounded kind of dry and
lusty.  For some reason, Tony clenched his butt cheeks together.  Trying to
lighten the atmosphere he said, "What the fuck are you talking about,
knucklehead?"

Pete flashed his eyes at Tony, then went to the bedroom and retrieved the
full-length mirror.  He leaned it against the wall opposite Tony so the
strapped-up cop could see himself.

"Tony, this chair isn't for Jason.  It's for you, guy.  Got you all nicely
secured, with your generous help I might add, and now I'm gonna play with
you.  My very own muscle-cop toy.  How about that?"

"What?  You joker!  Get me outta this thing."

Pete stepped over and put his hand on Tony's crotch, giving it a gentle
massage.  Tony grunted.

"What's this about?  Hey!  Stop that!  You're gonna get me all boned up,
man.  STOP!"

"How are these shorts feelin', stud?  You like all that tightness around
your big juicy dick, dont'ya?  Just like you like that tight uniform you
wear."

"Aw crap, huh huh, you fucker.  Shit.  You're gettin' me hard, Pete.
Stiffer and stiffer.  Aw fuck.  Stoppit, man."

Pete grinned.

"Pete!  Dammit!  Get me OUTTA THIS THING!  UNGGHH... ERRGGHHH... UMMMPPHH!
FUCK!  What the fuck is this about?  You're weren't fuckin' serious?
You're not really planning on turnin' me into your muscle-cop toy, are ya?"
Pete cocked an eyebrow and contined grinning.

"Dammit!"

Pete squeezed the head of Tony's cock until he could feel a steady pulse as
the big piece of meat contined to expand.  Then he stood up and pulled the
weight bench between Tony's spread-eagle legs.  He looked directly at Tony
and said, "That is exactly what I am gonna do big guy."  Pete picked up the
hairbrush again and began slowly tormenting Tony's sensitive inner thighs.
"As you can imagine, we have a lot to talk about," Pete said in a low
voice.

"Oh no... no no no no... not the brush!  Oh shit!"

While Pete teased Tony with the brush in his right hand, he picked up a
barbell with his left hand and began rolling out a set of curls.  He
watched Tony's eyes flit from the ticklish action on his thickly muscled
thigh to Pete's big flexing arm.  Pete smiled.  His muscles were blocking
Tony's concentration.

"Nice, huh?  You like my big arms, guy?  Yeah, I know ya do.  Now listen,
Tony-boy, I don't give a damn about Jason.  I'm certainly not going to help
him get free of the Colonel, heh heh.  On the contrary, I want that little
arrangement to continue.  It kinda makes me hard just thinkin' about how
pissed off Jason must be.  I bet that cocky asshole never thought he'd end
up the muscle-slave of some kinky Army pervert.  It's none of my business
really.  And it definitely ain't my problem.  I've got all I want right
here... you."

Pete smiled broadly, baring his straight white teeth.  "I've wanted to take
charge of you since I first saw ya in the gym.  You are exactly what I have
been looking for - a big, muscular, hairy-chested stud like myself.  And a
cop to boot!  Man, is that nice.  'Course, at the beginning, I had no idea
if it was even gonna be possible.  But I saw that hard-on you're always
walkin' around with and that tight tee-shirt and those little shorts and,
damn boy, it just had to be.  And then you just opened up so nicely.  It
was clear early on that you ain't got a lot goin' on upstairs.  That made
me want you even more.  Hot, handsome, and thicker than two planks glued
together.  You bein' so stupid came in real handy... and you're gonna be
even stupider once I get ya all trained up right.  The only things you are
gonna think about are your big muscles, that hard dick between your legs,
and the delightful ways I am going to humiliate you... make you squirm and
writhe in unwanted pleasure and helpless submission.  Man, I gotta tell ya,
I am going to enjoy turnin' you into my dickslave."

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh fffuuuuukkkkk... nnnnggghhhhuuuuu..." Tony groaned as he
took in Pete's words while his muscle-packed thighs got relentlessly teased
by the soft-bristled brush.

"Thatta boy... see, your fat cock is hard as steel, baby."

Tony looked down.  Shit!  Was that a wet spot?

"Ohhhhhhh..." he sighed.  "No way, man.  No way you bastard.  You are not
gettin' away with this.  YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLE?!  You can't keep me in this
damned contraption forever, and once I'm free, you are busted.  You got
that?!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!  Keep you in this chair forever?  Hell, Tony, I'm not even
gonna keep you in it the whole night.  You'll be sleepin' in your own bed.
I'll probably tie you down, but heck, buddy, you're gonna be restrained at
bedtime for the rest of your life.  Wait 'till you see the bed I've got for
you at home.  Made it myself... well, the frame that is.  The mattress I
just bought.  Its got nice big leather straps.  And at the foot of the bed,
there's a small electrical generator.  It's got these two wires attached to
rubber pads.  Those'll be attached to your big hairy balls at night.  For
about five minutes every hour they will send a nice warm low electrical
current running through your studly nards.  That's gonna help you produce
lots of juice.  Your nuts will be packed to bursting with the stuff.
That's gonna make it real hard for you to think about too many other
things.  Man are you gonna have some dreams, though!  Hard and wet ones."

"You have got to be kidding me, Pete.  Come'on, game's over!"

"Nope.  This ain't a joke stupid," Pete said calmly.

"You fuckin' son-of-a-bitch!  I'll get you for this!" Tony spat.  Pete put
down the barbell and the brush.  He scooted back on the weight bench and
started running his hands up and down Tony's calves.  "No you won't.
You're stuck pig.  I'm not some little punk like Rick.  I'm playin' for
keeps. And unlike Rick, I know you.  I've got you all figured out, guy.  I
know just what to do to make you helpless, and what's more, I know what you
want... what you really need.  I know how to bind you up in your own
natural trap.  I'm gonna get you so fuckin' horny you won't know what to do
with yourself.  And that's how I'm gonna keep you... horny, very very
horny... permanently."

Tony's legs were twitching in the straps.

"Yeah, nice big calves you got here.  So strong and firm and hairy.  So
nicely strapped down and totally at the mercy of my hands... feel that nice
brushing of my fingers... feels goooood..."

"Uuunnnhhh... damn... my, my, my legs are pretty hot, huh?  Aaahhhhh."

Pete scooted back up the bench and reached over to Tony's tightly packed
crotch.  He felt up Tony's stiff pecker, caressing and squeezing it under
the shorts.

"Oh man, no... come'on Pete, damn, I'm so fuckin' hard... ooooohhhhhhh.
Fuck, you got control of my dick and balls.  Fuck that tickles... noh
noh... don't squeeze the tip!  Awwwwwwww.............. that's my precious
cop cream man, we can't be wastin' that."

"Sure we can!  What else are we gonna do with it?  'Cept, feed it to ya, of
course.  We'll do lots of that... put some in your morning coffee... in
your lunchtime sandwiches... a nice gravy on your dinner at night.  You'll
eat your precious cop cream in all kinds of ways... and my tasty juice too!
Got lots of ways to serve that up as well.  Naturally, you will be feeding
from the spigot on a regular basis - straight into your mouth, down your
throat and into your stomach.  It's real good for ya.  Massive amount of
protein.  It'll help ya keep your muscles big and strong.  Keep you looking
like the macho dude you are, even though I'm gonna turn you into grade-A
stud-pussy.  Of course, I'll be spraying your handsome face with my juice.
I'll spray your chest before you go to work.  We'll rub it into all that
thick hair... get some in your armpits too.  A real nice manly cologne for
ya.  You're gonna be smellin' my crud on your body all day long.  Some days
maybe I'll wait until you're dressed, then make you unzip your trousers so
I can shoot my slop all down inside your briefs.  Then I'll take my hand
and mash it into your dense pubes... get you all wet and sticky down there,
then zip you up and send you on your way... ha!"

"Aaarggghhhh," Tony grunted as his cock burped a thick load of gism into
his shorts.  He looked at the wet spot with horror and watched Pete rub the
goopy cream into his fat mushroom head, building up a torturously teasing
friction with the cotton shorts.  Tony winced and whimpered.

"Good boy.  I'm a real knob-baster.  That's one of my favorite evening
activities.  We'll be watchin' a game on television and I'll make you leak
continuously into your shorts while I massage it into your straining itchy
cockhead.  Monday night football will be starting up pretty soon, so that's
hours of fun every week."

"FUCK!  Aww man... jeeeeeze!" Tony continued to whimper.  His fingers were
twitching above his head.  He couldn't take his eyes off what Pete was
doing with his hand.  All that gentle rubbing was heating up the itch and
making his nuts churn.

Pete continued, "So, I guess there really are lots of things to do with
your spunk.  You're just not gonna be sharing it with any of those cute
little bimbos you like to chase.  Your cop cream belongs to me.  It only
has three uses now and those are to recycle your own protein in your
stomach, to keep you horny with need when the stuff's locked up in your
balls, and to give you a nice natural body lotion to make sure you really
do stink at work."

Tony was breathing in short puffs of air, squirming in the seat.  He
couldn't help admiring the perfection of his own body.  Just thinking about
himself usually made him horny.  And now Pete, this total fucking stud he
had met at the gym was playing with his dick and telling him all the
humiliating things he was going to do to him.  A tingling sensation passed
up and down Tony's body.  He couldn't think straight.

Pete stood up and walked behind the bound cop.  Tony could see in the
mirror that Pete seemed to pulling something out of a cardboard box.  He
couldn't make out what it was, but it looked like some kind of machine.
Pete slid it under the chair.  Tony noticed that, in fact, the steel legs
supporting the seat rested on a large square-shaped oak base.  Pete started
bolting the machine into place.  Tony writhed in the straps and jerked his
arms about.  He was helpless.  No escape!

"What is THAT, man?  Shit, it looks like some kinda fuckin' machine!" Tony
grunted as he squirmed about.

"Holy perspicacity Boy Wonder!  That's exactly right!  It's the fiendish
Dubrowski Diddler!  Guaranteed to turn the mightiest of gym studs into
helpless bottom boys forever!  HA HA HA HA HA!" Pete teased wickedly.

"Persper...what?" Tony muttered to himself.  He had no idea that Pete was
such a pretentious asshole.  Was that even a word, he wondered?

The stuck cop tugged at his cuffed wrists and grunted as he spurted another
dollop of his cream in his shorts.  Damn, how did Pete do this to him?

Tony could see in the mirror that Pete was fiddling around with the
underside of the chair.  He heard latches snap.  Suddenly, the center of
the seat was loosened.  Pete was removing it!  Tony now rested on a leather
ring, just like the seat of a toilet, he realized.  His firm bubble butt
was now exposed underneath!

"I've got to get out of these straps!" Tony mumbled to himself as his
muscular limbs twitched to no effect.

"That's it... flex those muscles for me guy.  Really put your back into it.
Give this chair a workout," Pete said as he reached back into the cardboard
box.

Tony saw Pete pull out a pocketknife.  He froze.  "Wha... wha... what're
you gonna do with that, man?"

Pete didn't reply.  He opened the knife and cocked his head under the seat.
Tony could feel a finger running along his cotton-sheathed butt crack.  He
heard Pete mutter, "Yeah, right about here..."  Tony saw the steel blade
glimmer in the mirror and then heard and quickly felt the tightly stretched
fabric of his gym shorts loosen a bit as Pete carefully cut a line in the
material running down the clenched canyon between the trapped cop's butt
cheeks.

Pete spoke.  "Okay, don't move, buddy.  I'm just gonna make a nice little
adjustment to your briefs now, and I wouldn't want to poke you with this
blade."  Tony sat rigidly still, staring straight ahead at his reflection.
The only parts of his body that moved were the muscles in his big arms,
which seemed to be flexing of their own volition, and his twitching cock,
over which he no longer seemed to have control.  He whimpered as he felt
more precum dripping into the front of his shorts.  He could feel the edge
of the steel tickling the short hairs guarding his butt crack as the knife
sliced a neat line down the back of his briefs.

After a few minutes, he saw Pete close the knife and toss it onto the
floor.  He then felt Pete's finger rubbing and tickling between his ass
cheeks.

"Perfect..." Pete mumbled as he pulled at the sides of the perforated
fabric.  He removed his head from under the chair and went back to the
cardboard box.  Tony saw him retrieve something that he was now attaching
to the top of the machine.  It was hard to make it out at first, but by the
time Pete was finished, Tony could see in the mirror that straight under
his ass was a stiff tapered feather.  He let out a deep groan.

Pete fiddled with a dial on the side of the machine and then walked around
in front of Tony holding a little black box with a cord that ran back under
the chair.

"Wait until you get a load of this, guy!  When I press this button here,
that machine is gonna come to life, and when it does, that stiff feather is
gonna rise up on a spinning pole.  It's gonna give your tight little
butthole a real good tickle... gonna get a nice hot itch going down there!"
Pete said with a look of adolescent mischief.

"No, man... Pete... dude... don't tickle my ass with that
f-f-feather... nnngh!"  Tony tugged at the wrist cuffs.  He watched Pete's
thumb on that red button.

Click

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

"NO!  DAMMIT!"

"Ha ha ha!"

Pete stepped aside so Tony could watch the feather's slow rise in the
mirror's reflection.  "That's right, buddy, struggle... oooohhhh yeeaaahhh,
you look so hot, your muscular legs spread wide... man are you in for a
treat!"  Pete reached down and softly tapped his fingers on Tony's trapped
balls.  "Hey, guy, you're getting pretty full down here and we've only just
begun," he whispered.

"Fuck you, asshole!  Get your hands off my ummmmmmnnnggg..."  Pete saw a
look of determination on Tony's face.  He bent down to see that Tony was
firmly clenching his butt-cheeks, preventing the feather from reaching his
tender asslips.

"Hmmmm, so that's how you wanna play it, huh?  Okay."

Pete straddled the weightbench down between Tony's feet.  He reached over
to Tony's left foot and caressed the dirty sneaker with his big tanned
hand.  "I bet these dogs of yours are pretty whiffy, huh?  All tightly
laced into these raunchy old gym shoes.  Probably real sweaty in there,
makin' your feet all soft and slippery."

Tony was gritting his teeth, but he couldn't take his eyes off Pete.  He
watched as Pete grabbed hold of both ends of the shoelace and started
slowly pulling.  Tony tried to snap his foot out of Pete's hands, but the
swift jerking action only hastened the untying of the shoelace.  Pete
grabbed hold of the toe of the shoe with one hand and started tugging up on
the criss-crossed lacing with the other.  Soon, he was sliding the sneaker
off Tony's foot.  He tossed it across the room... thunk.

"What are you Tony?  Size 12?  That's a big handsome foot you got
there... looks real meaty and tender..." he said as he drilled a finger
into the soft arch.

"AAAAHHH!  NO!" Tony shouted.

Pete turned his attention to Tony's right foot, untied the laces, and
slipped the foul sneaker off.  He got up and walked over to the bookshelf
where he spotted a roll of packing tape.  Tony watched in the mirror as
Pete walked behind him and started lowering the sneaker to his face.  He
held it just in front of Tony's nose and mouth, expecting the dark-haired
cop to turn his handsome face away in disgust.  Instead, he could see that
Tony was tentatively inhaling the pungent odor.

"Ha ha ha... can't help yourself, can ya?  You like that.  Yeaahhh... I
know you do.  Good boy.  You just keep breathing in that nice foot stink
while I get your handsome nose and sweet lips all good and sealed into this
grungy old shoe.  Heh heh heh..." Pete chuckled.

"Huh, huh, huh... nohhhh... not that... oh shit..." whispered Tony.

Tony was pushing his head into the back of the chair, trying to get away
from the approaching sneaker.  His fingers slowly wriggled and he was
trying to kick with his feet.  Pete smiled as he watched this little
display of helplessness.  The nasty gym shoe made its inexorable approach,
getting closer and closer.  Tony froze stiff as his nose slid into the
shoe.  He couldn't help himself; he breathed in deeply, filling his lungs
with the sharp, cheesy, manly odor of his own feet.  Pete noticed that
Tony's dick was twitching like it was attached to a live wire.

"Uuunnnnhhhhhhhhh," Tony moaned.

While holding the shoe in place Pete stuck one end of the tape across the
sole and started pulling the roll back around Tony's head, bringing it back
up to the front in a circle and then repeating the process three more
times.  He tapped on the sole of the shoe and looked at Tony.  "There!
That should hold it.  How's that smell, buddy?"

Tony had a stunned look on his face that made Pete laugh.  "I hope you're
enjoying it, but just to make sure, I'm gonna help you take in some nice
big gulps."  Tony's eyes were as big as saucers.

Pete leaned over and picked up the brush, slapping its smooth wooden back
against the palm of his hand.  He grinned and stepped down to the
workbench.  Sitting down, he spread his legs wide and adjusted his crotch
to get comfortable.  Under Tony's big-eyed gaze, Pete played around with
his own dick, clearly punching out the front of his own tight gym shorts.

"Yeah, that feels nice.  Betcha wish you could touch yours, huh guy?  Heh
heh.  Now, where were we... oh yes!"

Pete ran the smooth back of the brush against the bottom on Tony's left
foot... up and down and then WHACK!

"OUCH... fucker!" Tony yelled, his protest slightly muffled by the shoe.
Pete just smiled and spun the brush so that the soft bristles were now
gently teasing the sole, making Tony's foot wiggle a bit.

"Get that thing away from me, Pete.  Shit man, this is crazy!"

Pete ran the brush up and down and up and down, sensitizing the big tender
foot.  He repeated the process on the right foot.  Tony's feet twitched and
jerked while the big cop gasped, deeply inhaling the stinky smells of his
sneaker.

"Okay, buddy," Pete said.  He dropped the brush on the floor and smiled at
Tony.  As Tony tried to figure out what was going to happen next, he saw
Pete raise both hands, his fingers wiggling rapidly.

"NO! "

"Yes..."

"NO... NO, NO, NO... AW
SHIIIIIITTTTTTeeeeehhhhhhhh... hhheeeeehehhehhehhhehhehhhhhhh HA HA HAH HAH
HA HA HOOOOOOO... GAAAAWWWWDDDD.... AAIIIEEEEEEEE........" Tony squealed.

Pete fingers were tickling the shit out of those big sweaty tender feet.
Tony was laughing up a storm, his feet were waving from side to side like
two hands waving goodbye...  Tony's head snapped back and forth from side
to side.  His arms jerked against the locked wrist cuffs.

At this point, Pete was laughing too.  "How... ha ha... how's that shoe,
Tony?  Fillin' your lungs up with that nice funky odor, man... ha ha?"

"Ya... ha ha... you, you ba... bastard!  Aw shit... ti... tick... ticklin'
my fuckin' sweaty fee... feettt!  Ho ho ho, HAH!"

All of the sudden, Tony's eyes opened wider, but he didn't stop laughing.
Pete noticed and looked underneath the chair.  The feather was no longer
bent.  Its tip seemed to have passed between Tony's butt cheeks.  All the
tickling had broken the cop's concentration.  He had forgotten about his
butthole.

"My... my... my HOLE!  Awwwwww FUCK!  Ha ha ha ha ha ha..." Tony spat
hysterically.  "Eeeeeeeeyyyyiiiiiiiii.............. it tickles... oh man,
it tickles... ha ha ha ha ha!"

Pete wriggled his fingers between Tony's toes, and then scrabbled them
across the arches.  Without warning his suddenly drilled his index finger
into the sole of Tony's right foot.  Tony jerked like he had just been
touched with electricity, but the straps held.  He couldn't get free.

"PEEEEETE!  YOU FUCKER!  You got me.  Okay?  HAH HAH HAH HAH HOH HOH HAH!
Stop!  The... the chair is holding... we, we don't need to test it any
more!  Stop, mahhhhhhh ha ha ha haaannnnnn!  It'll... it'll hold Jas,
Jason!  Come'on!  STOP!"

"Jason?" Pete asked.  "Ha, Tony, you crack me up, man.  I told ya.  This
chair ain't for Jason.  It's for you!"

"NAAAWWWW... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!  SHIT!"

After about ten minutes, Pete withdrew his fingers from Tony's feet.  Tony
audibly gulped.  His chest was still heaving from the laughter, little
giggles still burping up from the delicate tickling of the feather tip on
his asslips.  He saw Pete press a button on that little black box and felt
the feather withdraw.  Pete was quickly kneeling by his side and seemed to
be adjusting something with the machine.

"You dog, heh heh," Tony said.  Stop fuckin' around, man.  Get this sneak
off my face and get me outta this chair, will ya?"

Pete just ignored him.  Tony clenched his fists and tried to wrestle his
way loose.  No luck.  He struggled and strained, grunted and groaned.  His
muscles were pumped, but the straps had not given one bit.

Pete stood up and started to remove the sneaker from Tony's face.

"Ow, ow... careful.  That damn tape is pullin' on the little hairs on my
neck," Tony complained.

Pete dropped the sneaker on the floor.  He was standing behind Tony.  He
brought his left hand with the little black box up in front of Tony's face.
Tony watched Pete's thumb depress the small red button.

Click!

Immediately he looked in the mirror.

"What's that?"

"What does it look like?" Pete replied.

"Uhhhh... it looks like a slender pole with a fuzzy ball on top... heck, I
don't know... what the fuck is it, dammit?"

"It's a pole with a fuzzy ball on top!  Actually, I modeled it on a
bottlebrush.  Those are bristles on that ball, and if ya look real closely
Tony, you can see the lube I put all over it slowly dripping off while the
ball spins.  Now, when I push this button here, you're gonna see that
spinning ball start to rise up.  Guess where it's goin'..."

Click

"HEY!  Haven't we done enough of this man?  Come'on, cut this shit out,"
Tony protested.

Pete massaged Tony's large rounded shoulders for a minute and then stepped
to the side.  He ran his hands across his own chest, one hand fondling his
pecs, the other caressing his lower torso right down to the top of his
tented shorts.

"Tony, big man, I've seen you checking out my chest at the gym.  And here
it is, real close to ya now.  So tight and firm... nice ripped abs... big
hairy pecs, just like yours... and look at this butt, buddy," Pete said as
he turned around.

"No room left in these damn shorts... Maybe I ought to just take them off,
huh?  Give you a good close-up view of my hot fuckin' muscle-butt."

Tony stared silently, softly squirming in the chair as the bristle ball
rose closer.  Pete straddled him, facing away, and ran his hands up and
down his shorts-covered bubble-butt.  He looked back at Tony and grinned as
he hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and slowly lowered the faded
old red gym shorts.

Tony watched the striptease.

"Like that tan?  Keep myself nice and tan all over," Pete said as he flexed
his jockstrapped gluteus muscles for Tony.  He gave his right butt cheek a
slap.  "Look at that.  Hardly even bounced, Tony.  These babies are
firm... hard as fuckin' rocks... but warm and soft to the touch.  Ummmmm."

Pete bent over to slip his shorts off his legs.  When he stood back up he
squeezed his butt with both hands and then snapped the straps of his jock
against the downy rounded mounds.  "You're enjoyin' that view, ain't
ya... just what you like, jockstrapped gym-stud butt... let's get ya a
little closer view," Pete said as he took a few steps backwards until his
ass was almost touching Tony's nose.

Pete looked back over his shoulder.  "Damn, you're handsome Tony.  Bet the
chicks just love your dark chiseled features... those thick sexy eyebrows,
that straight Roman nose, those full sensuous lips... yeah, bet you've
scored a lot with that face, huh?"

Tony nodded absent-mindedly, not taking his eyes off the spectacular jock
butt in front of him.

"Yeah, well, I've got other plans for that face.  It's my property now.  A
good-lookin' stud like you needs to keep his face where it belongs... not
out in the bars seducin' the girls... unh unh... no, you need to get that
hot Italian gym-boy face a' yours right... up... my... BUTT!  Heh heh
heh..."

Pete scooted back onto Tony's face while the cop groaned.  All Tony could
see was firm tanned skin with lots of little downy brown hairs, getting
closer and closer until he couldn't see anything else.

"Start sniffin' pal.  Smell that sweaty muscle ass?  It's all yours.  Go on
rut around in it like the muscle pig you are."

"Oh no... Pete... don't do this to me... awwww fuck man you got a hot
ass... jeeeezzzzzZZZZUUUUUSSSSSSSSS!  AWWWWWWWWWYYYEEEEEEEE!!" Tony
squealed.

Pete snapped his head forward to look in the mirror.  He could see the
slowly rotating pole beneath the chair, but the bristly ball was out of
sight.  Tony was bucking like a bull, or rather, trying to.  The muscles in
his arms pumped as he strained against the leather cuffs at his wrists.
His feet wiggled and his head pushed back against the seat.

"HA HA HA," Pete laughed.  "Looks like the butt-brush is doin' its job!"

"HUH, HUH, HUH... SHEEEEIIIITTTT!" Tony yelled.  "That fuckin' thing is
goin' to town on my studly ass, man!  Get it out!  Oh, man... ho ho
ho... ooohhhhhhhhhh... HUP!  Oh no... NO!  Shit, it's goin' in!  NO!  I
don't want my butt brushed!  Get that thing outta my ass, you hear me!
YAAAHHHAHAHA... NOOOOOOOO.  Holy fuckin' scrub job!  It tickles like hell,
man.  OH MY ASS!  MY ASS!"

"HAH HAH HAH!  Your ass needs a good scrub and a tickle... You're gonna
learn to love that thing, Tony-boy!  We'll use it after your daily enema
when you get home from the gym, just to make sure you're nice and fresh
down there," Pete chortled.

"Naawwww, not my ass!  You can't do this!" Tony whimpered.

"I can, guy, and I am.  And that thing is gonna stay in there until you
complete two tasks," Pete said.  "First, get your nose and your pretty
mouth back up my butt and start sniffin' and lickin'."

"Ohhhhhhhh... not butt worship!" Tony moaned.

"Heh heh, yeah, butt worship!  You're gonna be doin' this a lot, and I mean
A LOT, so get crackin' you hot butt-lappin' cop!  Start perfectin' your
skills, and don't pretend you don't want to.  I explained to you already
that this is what your handsome face was made for... hangin' out between
the hard sweaty butt cheeks of gym studs like myself.  Heh heh... even now
you've got that look on your face that says, yeah, make me do it... lock my
face in there where it belongs!  Do it.  NOW!"

Tony gulped.  He leaned his head forward and started slowly running his
nose up and down Pete's sensuous crack between those luscious mounds.

"Yeah, that's the way, boy."

"Nnnmmmgggghhhmmm... duuuuude... damn,
I'm... (slurp)... lickin'... (slurp)... muscle-butt... (slurp)...

"Yeeahhh, I bet you worked hard on your own butt, huh?  Yeah, I've seen you
doin' all those squats in the gym.  Workin' it hard... fantasizing that
your hot ass would tantalize some chick or break the will of some other
guy, and you'd be the one gettin' a nice tongue bath.  Didn't work out that
way though did it.  All that work you put into your fine Italian ass just
made you the object of my attention... and look where that's got
you... butt-licker!" Pete said, rubbing the sweet irony into Tony's mind.

"Ohhhhmmmmm... (slurp)..."

"Now, task number two... stop referring to your ass.  From now on that
sweet little weakness between your firm furry butt cheeks is your manhole,
or better, your stud-pussy.  Got it, pussy-boy cop!"

"Unh, oh... (slurp)."

"Say it."

"Naaaawwwwggghhh... (slurp)... my... my... st-stud-pussy... ooohhhhhh,
(slurp)!"

"Yeah, that's it," Pete whispered.  "Oh that feels good, heh heh... warm
and wet and just a little ticklish... real nice.  And I can see that you're
enjoyin' it, guy.  You are hard as a rock down here."  Pete's hands were
resting on Tony's thighs.  As he squeezed and rubbed the muscle, he moved
his hands closer and closer to Tony's tightly packed crotch.

"MMMWWWWAAAAH!" Tony shouted.  He snapped his head out of Pete's butt.
"What the...AAHHH HA HA FUUUUKKK!  OOOOHHHH NNNGGHHH!"

"Ha ha... I take it your joy button is gettin' a good brushing with those
tormenting bristles, huh?  Guy, you just fired off a real hefty slug of
your cop juice, right into your shorts.  Man, that's gotta feel real
sticky."  Pete brought his right hand to Tony's crotch and lightly rubbed
the hard fleshy pole, causing Tony to gasp and whimper.

"Get your cop face back to work!" Pete ordered as he slowly masturbated
Tony, pausing now and then to tap, tickle and squeeze the Italian's plump
bull balls.  After about twenty minutes with Tony whimpering and squirming,
Pete stood up.  He took off his jockstrap, turned around and sat down in
Tony's lap, rubbing his butt back and forth over Tony's hard pecker,
squeezing the stiff tube between his muscled butt cheeks.  Tony was in a
haze of lust, flexing his muscles and writhing in the straps.  He only half
noticed Pete's right hand with the jockstrap moving towards his face until
suddenly the sweaty pouch was covering his nose and mouth.

"Breathe that in Tony... yeah, that's it stud-boy.  Get a whiff of my
package.  I've been leakin' up a storm in that pouch... got it all nice and
wet and tasty for ya," Pete said with a grin.

Tony inhaled deeply and groaned.  "I'm breathin' in your damn ball
sweat... ohhh fuckin' musky odor you got... oh yeah, that's nice... make me
breathe that ripe construction-worker pouch... damn, ohhhh that so fuckin'
manly... aw shit, Pete, what're ya doin' to me?"

Just making sure a big hunky cop like you gets put right were he needs to
be... trapped in a world of pits, butts, cocks, and balls... good huh?"

Using two fingers, Pete stared pushing the pouch between Tony's lips.
Tony's eyes widened, but his jaw slackened.  "Hohee jock-munshher," Tony
mumbled as Pete pushed more and more of the jock into the warm mouth.  When
the entire thing, straps and all, was pushed fully inside the handsomely
stuffed mouth, Pete leaned over and picked up his gym shorts.

"These too, guy."

Tony watched as Pete shoved the crotch of the shorts in first, filling his
mouth further.  When the top half of the shorts poked, all bunched up, out
of Tony's overstuffed mouth, Pete leaned over again and grabbed the roll of
tape.  Tony shook his head and grunted into the gag when he saw what Pete
was going to do.

"Gotta make sure those tasty things are in there good and secure, pal.
Don't want you spittin' 'em out while I'm talkin' to ya."  Pete attached
the end of the tape to the back of Tony's neck and brought the roll around
the front, pulling it tight across the shorts, sealing them in and then
bringing the roll back around again and again.

"Mmmpphhhhh!"

"That's better.  No interruptions.  You know, I think I like you this way.
Having your mouth stuffed and sealed with my dirty jock and shorts suits
you.  I'll make a note of that, chief."

"Nnnnnmmmpph... nnnggggpphhhttt?"

Pete reached up and ruffled Tony's hair.  "Now listen, guy.  Here's the
plan.  I've made all sorts of arrangements for you over at my place... got
everything all set up and ready for your arrival tomorrow.  Since that is
where you are gonna be living, there is no need to hang-on to this house,
so you and I will make a little trip to the realtor's this week and get
this place put on the market.  It ought to fetch a pretty good price.  In
fact, I bet it sells quickly in this neighborhood.  After you've settled
the mortgage and stuff like that, we'll put whatever is left in your bank
account, or wherever you wanna invest it.  It's all yours.  I don't want
it."

Tony snapped out of his lustful stupor.  He was shocked.  He couldn't
believe this was happening.  Tony was about to lose his house and become
Pete's live-in muscle-toy.  NO WAY!  Tony started squirming like crazy,
trying to buck against the straps, but he hardly had the energy.  That damn
ball scrubbing his fat tender prostate was driving him mad and draining the
strength from his body.  He quickly succumbed to its insidious pleasures
until all he could do was flex his big biceps and shake his head back and
forth shouting deeply muffled obscenities into the gag.

"Nnnoooommmm... nngghhfffkkkkkaaahhh...phiiiiiiiddddd...NNOOOOMMMPH!"  Pete
teased him.  "We can have a little open-house sale to clear out most of the
furnishings.  Maybe the Colonel will want some of them, huh?  We'll talk in
a few weeks about when we are going to phone your parents to tell them you
are gay."

"NOOOMMMPPHHHH!"

"You got any brothers or sisters?"

"FUKKKEEHHPH!"

"Is that "brother" or "sister"?

"UMPH... bwopheh..." Tony said with resignation.

"A brother, huh?  Younger... older?"

"Wonggeh..."

"Younger?  Well, I bet he'll be understanding that his big bro is a gay
muscleboy.  Heh heh."

Tony balled his hands into fists and shook his arms and head.  "MWAPHHOOO!
MMMPPHHHGG!  MAW PHUKKKKK!"

"What?  You don't think he'll be too happy?  Is that what you're makin' all
this fuss about?" Pete asked.

Tony sat quietly for a second and then mumbled something.

"Sorry, Tony, I didn't catch that," Pete said flatly.

"Awwph phiidd, HWUZ GUEEMPH!"

Pete stared at Tony, trying to make out what he had said.  "Uh, guy, did
you just say that your younger brother is... gay?"

Tony yanked hard on the cuffs on his wrists and flexed his arms.  He glared
at Pete and then slowly nodded his head.  "FFFUUUKKKKUUUHHHPH!"

"HAH!  HA HA HA HA HA HA, HEE HEE HEE, HO HO, HA HA HA HAH!" Pete laughed
uproariously.  "Your brother's gay!  HA HA.  This ain't gonna be no problem
at all then, 'cept for you.  Kinda humiliatin' for you all the same... the
big tough macho cop, bearer of the family name... just a big hairy-chested
cocksucker now!  Ha ha aha!" Pete laughed.

For some reason Tony looked down at his hairy chest and then squirmed.
"Unnnnnnmmmpppphhh," he groaned in lustful pleasure as the spinning brush
up his butt continued to send waves of horniness through his body.

Pete patted Tony on the side of his ribcage and then stood up.  He clicked
a button on the black box and Tony felt the devilish spinning ball retract
from his manhole.  A blast of air came out of his nostrils in relief.  He
looked down on Pete's broad tanned back as Pete continued working away
under the chair.  When Pete stood up, he told Tony to look in the mirror
again.

Tony's eyes nearly popped out of his head.  Screwed onto the top of the
machine was a flesh-colored dildo.

"It's a replica of my own, all seven and a half inches of it!  How 'bout
that?  A friend of mine made it from a mould.  Let me tell ya, that
plasticine they use feels funny when it hardens around your shaft.  This
time, we're not gonna use the spin setting though.  Instead, we'll set it
to "pump".  Pete kneeled down and squirted lube all over the dildo while
Tony watched dumbfounded.

"Man, you are gonna love this!  Of course, I know it won't be the first
time.  I saw your website... shit, I downloaded everything.  Got lots of
videos on my computer of you pumpin' your hot stud-pussy with one of these.
Boy-o-boy, Tony!  The look on your face.  You couldn't get enough of it.
The pleasure... and the humiliation... you ate it up.  You looked like you
finally realized what your were made for... all those muscles so you could
show the world just what you are, a big muscle-packed dumbshit who needs
his hot hole deliciously diddled daily," Pete said, carefully articulating
each word.

Click

"Uummmppphhhh!" Tony grunted as he watched helplessly while the prosthetic
pecker slowly rose towards his loosened-up and itchy muscle butt.  Out of
the corner of his eye he saw Pete open the pocketknife.

"Okay, buddy, let's have done with these shorts," Pete said as he slid the
knife underneath the leg opening and sliced a line straight up through the
waistband.  He repeated the process on Tony's right side and yanked the
shredded garment away.

"So you're a briefs guy, huh?  Good to know.  You'll be wearin' 'em extra
tight from now on, but for tonight these have gotta go."  A minute later
and Tony's woodie sprang free.  Pete chuckled and tapped his finger on the
wet cocktip.  "The fuckin' dildo's not even up your butt yet and you're
already hard.  What a slut!  Way to go!"

Pete looked over to the mirror.  "Not long now Boy Wonder.  Ha!  Couple
more inches to go and you are gonna be one stuffed pig.  Here, let's get
that gag out so's I can hear you squeal in delight, heh heh heh."

Pete stood behind Tony and carefully pealed off the tape, then slowly
pulled the shorts and the sodden jockstrap out of the hunky Italian's
mouth.  He dropped the clothing on the floor and let his hands slowly glide
down Tony's bulging hairy pecs.  He leaned down and whispered from behind,
"Yeah, stud, keep your eyes on the mirror.  See it?  C-l-o-s-e-r and
c-l-o-s-e-r... hot macho crimefighter turned into itchy-assed muscleboy!"

Pete started scratching and rubbing Tony stiff nipples.

"Oh noooooo... not, not my mantits....  Aw jeeze... unnnggh,
unnngghh... ooohhhhhhhh... AAWWWWW SHIT!  MY ASS!"

Pete twisted Tony's nipples.

"Ouch!  Oh... my, my stud... pussy...oooohhhhhhhhhhh," Tony groaned.  He
was wiggling his feet and scrabbling his fingers.  "Fuck, I can't move a
muscle... so tightly... strapped... in, ungh!  Phwaw, maaaannn... fuckin'
thick dildo up my butt... loosenin' me all up... makin' me your
buttboy... aaahhhhhhhhhh."

"Bingo!" Pete said as he continued his ministrations on Tony's sensitive
tits and pecs.  When Pete saw the bottom of the dildo disappear up Tony's
butt, he pressed another button on the black box.

Click

"Now for a little pumping action, big guy!"

"Naaawwwwww..."

Pete moved his hands up to Tony's pits and gently massaged the hairy
caverns.  "Time for a little more basting, buddy."

Tony let out a high-pitched whimper, just short of an actual squeal.  His
big fat cock was quivering as the dildo pumped back and forth in his ass,
gently nudging his fuck nut.

Ten minutes later and Pete was running his hands possessively all over
Tony's body.  "That's it stud... give in to your future.  You're my boy
now... my sweet Italian muscle-slave."  Pete was kneading Tony's hairy
balls in his right hand and running the fingers of his left hand through
the cop's thick curly pubes.

"I bet you are real fond of this nice hairy bush you've got, huh?"

"Ye...yeah.  It, it took me all summer to grow 'em back
after... ooohhhhh... after those fuckers... aaahhhhh... trimmed 'em... oh
jeeze my a... my stud-pussy."

"All summer, huh?  Well then, it's time for another trim," Pete said
flashing his teeth.

"NO!  Not again.  Don't un-man me Pete!"

"Un-man ya?  Heck, I ain't gonna do that.  You're all man, Tony.  That's
how I like ya and that's the way you are gonna stay.  This little trim job
we're gonna do here, is just one of the ways you're gonna be reminded that
you are really just a stupid musclehead who got himself trapped and is now
permanently under the control of another guy.  That's all.  Heh heh heh,"
Pete laughed.  He picked up the pocketknife again and pulled from it a
small pair of scissors.

"Army knives are the best, aren't they?" Pete asked rhetorically while
fluffing up the dense forest of brownish-black hair.

Tony writhed as he watched Pete play with his thick pubes.

SNIP... SNIP, SNIP, SNIP... SNIP!

"Nawww, fuck dude, this is fuckin' humiliating, gettin' my nice curlies all
trimmed like some fag... shit!"

"Ha!  Yeah, it's true.  You won't catch me gettin' mine mowed down," Pete
said with a smile as he pointed down to his own luxuriant bush.  Tony's
eyes darted back and forth between Pete's manly crotch and his own
increasingly tidy little lawn with a look of frustration and envy.  He
squirmed on the dildo and leaked a thick creamy load of nut oil down his
stiff twitching cock shaft.  Pete trimmed all over Tony's crotch, even back
behind the balls, although he left the balls themselves alone.  He then
leaned back and blew hard, sending all the hair clippings flying.

"OHHHH!" Tony yelped.  Somehow seeing his pubes flying up into the air and
then cascading down to the carpet was more humiliating than the actual
trimming.  Pete put the scissors away and ran the tips of his fingers along
Tony's straining shaft.

"Huh!  Oh yeah, jack me off man.  I fuckin' need it," Tony said.

Pete let his fingers play a tune on the hard rod, tickling and rubbing
while Tony took deep breaths.  When Pete moved the tips of his fingers
around the bulbous dick helmet, Tony sighed.  Pete ran his thumb back and
forth over the piss slit and down the highly sensitive underside of the
jizz-slicked knob, forcing a bit more juice out as he squeezed lightly.

"Hey guy, your dick is now totally under the control of another dude.  You
get to do with it only what he wants ya to.  How stupid do you have to be
to let that happen, huh?  As stupid as you I guess."

Tony frowned and grunted.

"Hey, did you ever let your little bro' play with your big cock?"

Tony got an anxious look on his face.

"YOU DID!  Hot diggidy-dog!"

"NO!  I mean, I didn't have a choice, man.  The fuckin' brat tricked me.  I
had some weights and shit down in the basement and... and one day when our
parents were out, he came downstairs and... heck... we were always pulling
shit on each other, you know, like makin' dares and bets and stupid stuff
like that."

"Uh huh..."

"He said he could tie me up and I wouldn't be able to get loose.  Fuck,
man, I was eighteen years old and already fuckin' built... no way some
fifteen-year-old punk was gonna get the better of me."

"So you just let him tie you up?"

"Uh, yeah... to my own fuckin' weight bench.  I don't know how he did it,
man.  I couldn't get free.  He just sat there laughin' his fuckin' head
off... and then he, uh, reached over and started rubbin' my dick through my
shorts."

"Let me guess, big guy... you boned up real quickly..."

"I was horny, man.  I was always fuckin' horny.  It just happened."  Pete
kept rubbing and squeezing Tony's cock-tip.  Tony grunted from the sweet
stimulation.

"And then what happened?" Pete asked.

"I, uh, I creamed my shorts..."

"Ha ha ha!  So your little punk brother worked a load outta ya!  Big Tony
Martino, shootin' his crud for his little bro'.  That is choice, pal.  So
it was just the one time?"

Tony closed his eyes for a second and flexed the muscles in his arms.  He
whispered a quiet "no".

Pete grinned.  "You let him do it again?"

"We'd make a fuckin' bet!  If he lost, he'd have to give me his allowance
for the next five months.  And if I lost, I had to spend my Saturday nights
with him and his fag friend, takin' the two of them out for dinner or
whatever the fuck they wanted to do...spendin' my own fuckin' money on them
instead of goin' out on dates."

"Heh heh... so for five months you didn't get laid?"

"Of course I got laid, asshole.  Look at me!  I got any chick I wanted
whenever I wanted... 'cept on Saturdays."

"So that was it?  Dinner?"

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?  Dinner was just the beginning.  Every single
time, once dinner was finished, I'd have to drive 'em out to Miller's
Pond... you know, north of town.  They'd make me lay on the grass and for
the next several hours they'd take turns rubbin' their fuckin' hands all
over my muscles, playin' with my bushy pits, and jerkin' me off until I
sprayed a load of my hot cum in my jeans... over and over until they
drained me!  Then they'd take a black magic marker pen, you know, one of
those thick ones, and write on one of my biceps the number of times I'd
cum.  Since it took about two weeks for that shit to come off, the next
week they'd write it on the other bicep, so I always had a number on each
of my upper arms.  I only ever wore tee-shirts, so for five months I had to
go to school and on dates and shit with these fuckin' humiliatin' numbers
on my arms.  I already had big biceps, so those numbers were written large!
People were always wondering what the fuck that was about.  It was fuckin'
embarrassin' man."

Pete cleared his throat and said, "And you just let those two punks do
that?"

"I had to!  It was a bet!" Tony replied, like a bet between teenagers was
something really important.

Pete stood up and straddled Tony, holding his own throbbing dick inches
from the cop's face.  He gently massaged it as Tony stared, his fingers
twitching.

"Damn, guy, that's a fuckin' hot story.  We might just have to revive that
tradition.  I'll talk about it with your brother."

"Naaawwwww...ffffuuuukkkkkkkk..." Tony groaned.  "OH... ohhhh, damn that
dildo!  It's fuckin' trainin' my ass, shit!"

"Heh heh... speakin' of training..."  Pete grinned and dragged his leaky
knob across Tony's lips.  He slid his hard poker back and forth painting
the full lips with a sticky gloss.  Tony looked like a deer caught in
headlights.

"I carry my own basting brush with me at all times, Tony.  Ha ha."

Tony sighed.  Pete's reference sent tingles of excitement through his body,
weakening his resistance.  His lips parted further as he groaned and looked
down upon Pete's dick, now slipping slowly into his mouth.

Pete muttered in a husky voice, "That's it cocksucker... get that tongue
workin'.  Yeah... slobber all over that bone, you stupid cop.  I knew you'd
be good at this.  You were born to be a dicklicker... my dicklicker,
muscle-cop."

The muscles in Tony's ass were trapped in a pattern of tightening and
releasing around the pumping dildo.  The sensation was making him insanely
horny and for some reason he was licking feverishly on Pete's dick.  He
choked and coughed a bit when Pete shoved the whole thing deep into his
mouth and down his throat.

"Take it easy, pal, no rush.  We'll work on that.  A few days from now and
you'll be takin' the whole thing no problem."

Tony closed his eyes and groaned at the prospect.  How was he going to get
out of this?  As he tried to think, he smelled the fragrant musk rising out
of Pete's hairy crotch.  This seemed to short-circuit his thoughts and he
kept coming back to square one without having had any ideas for escape.

Pete had slid out until just his cockhead was in Tony's mouth.  He moaned
as Tony helplessly bathed it with his spit and teased it with his tongue.
Pete felt himself getting close to shooting and stepped back.

"Whoa, there.  We got a little more business to take care of before we get
to that."

"Huh?" Tony grunted.

Pete went back to the brown paper bag and pulled something from it that
Tony couldn't recognize.  Pete held it up for him to see.

"What is it?" Tony asked as he continued to writhe on the dildo.

"It's a little cage for your cock, guy."

"A what?"

"A cock cage.  Well, sort of.  As you can see, it is actually a set of
rings.  Once they're on and locked in place, they won't come off without
the keys," Pete said, dangling the three different keys on a string.
"You'll be able to pee, no trouble, and you'll get a nice itchy hard-on,
but your balls won't be able to rise all the way up.  And that, combined
with the tight constriction around the top and base of your shaft will
prevent you from being able to shoot your load.  You'll be your usual horny
self all the time, hard and aching, but with no way for relief except when
I want you to have it.  No more big-tittied gals for you.  With these sweet
babies on, you are gonna be useless to them.  Oh yeah, since you won't be
able to squirt your sauce, you'll be leakin' a lot.  That should look real
nice on the front of your uniform.  Ha ha!"

Tony went into a rage.  He knew he'd be totally screwed if Pete got those
things on him.  "NOOO!  NO, NO, NO!  NO WAY YOU ASSHOLE!  YOU ARE NOT
PUTTIN' THOSE FUCKIN' THINGS ON ME, DAMMIT!"

"Hmmmm.  Let's say we make it a game.  You seem to like that.  I won't put
these on you if you can hold off from shooting your load in the next half
hour," Pete said calmly.

"You're on shithead.  There's no way you can make me shoot in the next
thirty minutes.  I've got control like you wouldn't believe, dickbreath."

"Who you callin' dickbreath?  You're the one that's had a cock in his mouth
tonight, Pete said smugly.

The small fact infuriated Tony, and he used all his strength to try to jerk
his wrists free of the post behind his head.  The chair shook a bit but his
situation remained unchanged.

Holding the cock rings up with his left hand so Tony could see them, Pete
crouched between Tony's splayed legs and wrapped his right hand around the
cop's turgid dick.  He began a slow up and down movement that had Tony
quickly panting and leaking precum.  Pete laughed at Tony's red face.
"What an idiot," Pete thought.  "No sooner has boner-boy here told me how
he lost a bet while getting jacked off by his little bro', but he goes and
agrees to the same bet again."

Pete smiled and teased Tony.  "Hey, guy, I bet it would feel sooo good to
cum... just to let rip and fire off a great big load right now.  I'll even
point your dick at my chest.  You can coat me in your gooey slop.  Man that
would be hot, huh buddy?"

Tony grunted and redoubled his resolve.  After five or six minutes of Pete
only half trying, he let go and stepped back over to the paper bag.

"I've got something else for ya here."

Pete put the cock rings down and held up a large heavy steel chain.

"This is going around that thick neck of yours buddy," Pete said as he
draped the chain around Tony's neck.  Pete held the two end links together
and looked down.

"Just barely fits.  Good and tight, the way a collar should be.  Really
accentuates your muscular neck and those big shoulders and massive hairy
pecs.  Niiiiccce!"

"You can't be serious!  You're not collarin' me.  No fuckin way, am I
wearin' that thing, Pete.  The guys at the station see that and they are
gonna think I'm a fuckin' pervert."

Pete ran his finger along the chain and spoke softly to Tony.  "So
shiny... this is high-quality steel... solid.  No way anyone is cutting
through this.  And yet, it's light enough that you will be able to wear it
24/7... at the station or workin' out, in the shower, to bed... it's like
the trim job we did on your pubes... just makin' sure you know who's boss."

"I don't give a shit.  You can't put that thing on me.  The guys at the
station... they... they know what stuff like that means... they'll know
that it means I'm somebody's dumb helpless slave boy or shit like
that... so no, you do not have my permission to put me in a collar," Tony
said matter-of-factly.

"I don't have your permission?  But guy, you are gonna look so fuckin' sexy
with this thing on... your tight police uniform with the top buttons open
showin' off your hot fit chest, all that thick short hair climbin' up to
the base of your neck and right there a kick-ass chain and a big sturdy
padlock, like this," Pete said as he produced the padlock.  "See we slip
the hook of the lock through the two ends of the chain..."

"Ungh!" Tony grunted as he made another effort to bust the straps holding
him tight.

"Then we turn the hook to line it up with the lock hole, like this see...
Now we are so close, man... so close to you being locked into this tight
heavy collar permanently..."

"No man, I'll... I'll get in so much trouble at the station... you can't do
this... don't make me your gay slave... ooohhhhhhhhh," Tony whimpered as
the dildo punched his prostate and sticky goo bubbled out of the tip of his
cockhead.  Pete looked down at Tony.  "A big fuckin' chain around your
neck.  Man, this is gonna look hot... and it's never coming off..."

CLICK

"Locked..." he whispered.

Tony was squirming and grunting.  He looked at his new collar in the
mirror.  The sight made his dick throb.

"Of course, I bet the boys at the station have all sorts of equipment for
picking locks, so we are gonna have to take care of that," Pete said as he
retrieved something else from the paper bag.  "Here, this should do the
job.  It's super-glue."  Pete gripped the padlock between the thumb and
index finger of his left hand and turned it bottom-up.  "See, what we're
gonna do is slowly fill the lock cavity with this heavy-bonding adhesive.
Then there will be no way to get a key in there.  They can't pour solvent
on it since it might get on your skin and anyway the solvent won't be able
to penetrate the depth of the keyhole.  If they wanna try lock cutters,
they will need an extremely strong pair to cut through this gem, and there
is the risk they could hurt you.  My guess, though, is that they are not
gonna try any of those things.  I'd be willin' to bet that your pals at the
station are gonna turn you into the station-house cocksucker when they see
this.  You are stuck, cop.  Or rather you will be when I start pouring this
glue into the lock."

Pete unscrewed the cap from the tube of industrial strength glue and lined
up the long narrow tip with the keyhole at the bottom of the large padlock.

Tony was squirming like mad, tugging at the straps that held him in place
and flexing all the muscles in his big hairy legs and arms.  "Holy collared
muscle-cop!  NO PETE!  You can't do this... jeeze... fuck no... no, I'll be
humiliated... I might even lose my job for wearin' something like that!"

"Loose your job?  That could happen.  I suppose you wouldn't exactly be a
poster-boy for the straight-arrow cop.  Heh heh.  In fact, that's part of
the plan, guy.  My guess is the PD will demote you, maybe to somethin' real
nice and humiliatin' like chief bootlicker..."

"Fuck, I'm already that..."

"You are?  Ha ha ha!  Well then, maybe I got it all wrong?  Perhaps you'll
get a promotion?  Maybe they could put you in charge of keeping all the
other officers calm and focused, relieving them of all that horny tension
brought on by the uniforms you guys wear.  Yeah, I can picture it now.  You
on your knees under some officer's desk suckin' him off slowly, as he goes
about his work.  He'll be talkin' on the phone or to the other
guys... doin' stuff on his computer.  And there you will be... lick, lick,
lick... until he shoots his big cop load down your throat... pumpin' all
those hormones and all that protein into your tummy... helping your keep
your muscles big and strong... but not of much use... Ha ha ha!"

Pete was squeezing the tube and slowly filling the keyhole with the glue.
"Nearly done here.  Of course, what I really suspect will happen is that
you will get fired... most likely after the guys play with ya for a bit.
Don't worry though.  I got your back.  A buddy of mine has a little
company... specializes in security.  You know, for nightclubs or special
events.  That kinda thing.  All gay, of course.  I think he has the
contract for that club, what's it called?  Oh yeah, "Peter Cotton's Tail".
Yeah, we will get ya all set up... as a se... se...ha ha ha... SECURITY
GUARD!  PPPFFFFAAA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAH!  There's your future pal... from
hotshit cop to lowly security guard.  Nothing you can do about it.  Ha ha!
Wait until you see the outfits!  Just like a cop uniform, except instead of
pants, they put you in these little dark blue shorts!  Man you are screwed,
or rather you will be!  Ha ha!  Hey I think this hard-bonding glue is dry
in the lock."  Pete let the padlock drop onto Tony's chest as Tony watched
in the mirror.

"SE...SECURITY GUARD?  OH OH OH OHHHHHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUCCKKKKK!!!!!!!"

Whoosh... splat Whoosh... splat Whoosh... splat Whoosh... splat
Whoosh... splat Whoosh... splat Whoosh... splat Whoosh... splat

Tony shot a load that would have propelled a rocket to the moon.

"Tony!  You are the man, dude!  Good job.  You held off from shooting for
27 minutes!  I put you down for five, but man, buddy, you proved me wrong!
Of course, you are still three minutes short of 30, so we'll be lockin' you
up in that three-ringed cock cage now... too bad... for you... I am gonna
love it though!  Hah ha ha!"

Pete retrieved the metal rings and stepped over between Tony's legs.  He
pulled the bench back up so he could sit.  Tony was exhausted after the
huge cum.  His head rested against the back of the chair as he stared down
at his big wet cock.

"Hey Tony, you're still totally boned.  That's nice... real nice," Pete
said.  He reached over and slid his thumb and index finger up and down the
naturally lubed-up shaft.  Tony whimpered.  Pete smiled and moved his
fingers to the fat juicy cock tip.  He gently squeezed and rubbed.

"AH!  Nhoh... unnnhhh... it's tooo sensitive... don't... ungh," Tony weakly
protested.

"You've got a lot more juice in your balls Tony.  I think we ought to get
that out before we put on the rings.  Hey, how's your manhole feeling?"

Tony groaned.  "Ungh... oh shit, Pete, that thing is drivin' me crazy.
It's... it's really pumpin' my ass..."

Pete squeezed hard on Tony's dickhead.

"UH!  My stud-pussy!  Yeah, man, shit, my stud-pussy!"

Pete smiled and said, "Tell me about it..."

"Sheesh, man... what the fuck?  Ohhhhhh... okay, okay... it's, it's just
slidin' in and out real slowly, rubbin' and pushin' an' I don't
know... damn... it feels sooo thick... it's really giving my hole a
work-out," Tony whimpered.

"And you like that, don't ya!  You like workin' that hot body of yours.
The thing is, you gotta work all of it, see.  And that nice big dildo is
helpin' ya work all those muscles down there... trainin' 'em how to
contract and release... squeeze real tight and then loosen up.  My
muscle-boy is gonna have a real talented ass.  In no time at all we'll have
you sittin' on my lap, your hands tied to your neck and your hot pussy
pleasuring my dick like a pro."

Tony shivered and squirmed, feeling slightly light-headed at the prospect
of becoming a professional butt-boy.  He had a stupid smile on his face as
his body succumbed to the teasing pleasures of the dildo up his butt and
Pete's hand on his dick.  The smile disappeared when he saw Pete reach down
and grab the feather.

"Naaaawwwww..."

Pete twirled the feather in his hand and then directed it towards his own
stiff rod.  Tony watched with a strange mixture of emotions as Pete teased
himself, running the feather lightly along the underside of his shaft, then
twirling the tip around his piss-slit.  Next, he dragged the feather over
and around his ballsack, tucking it back behind a couple of times.  Then he
whisked it around in his thick brown crotch hair.  Pete cocked an eyebrow
at Tony and grinned.  He kept teasing himself until his own dick began to
leak.  He put the feather down and started massaging his thick shaft with
his left hand, while he coated two fingers on his right hand with his
bubbling gism.  He continued until his fingers were practically dripping
with his ball slop, at which point the drenched digits headed for Tony's
gaping mouth.  Tony immediately sealed his lips together and shook his head
back and forth.

"Come'on, guy.  I brewed this just for you," Pete said while trying to
stifle a laugh.  Tony saw the feather return in Pete's left hand.  Pete
began swirling it around Tony's hefty hairy nuts.  Tony gasped.

"Naw, man, don't do that.  My big balls are already packed full.
You're... ohhhhhh... you're gonna get 'em all excited... aw man, you're
doin' it... oh that tickles... shit!  Pete, I'm... oh man, you
dog... makin' me cook up a whole new batch of my special creamy Italian
dressing.  Oh jeeze, I can really feel the stuff churnin' down there."

Pete chuckled and swirled the feather back behind Tony's steamy nards.
"Let's add a little more spice to the recipe, huh... really get that creamy
dressing good and tangy," Pete said as he put his dripping fingers to
Tony's lips.

"Shit, Pete... ohhh yeah, do it.  Make it
tanguummmpphh... mmwaawwwmmmggg... phhuuuk... mmmmmnnnpphh..." Tony gurgled
as Pete's fingers slid into his mouth.  Tony's wet tongue got busy licking
and slurping.  His Adam's Apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed Pete's
zesty goop.  Instinctively, Tony bounced his pecs and flexed his biceps,
helplessly reveling in the degradation of his hot cop machismo.  His
hormones surged throughout his body.  His ass was getting pumped, his balls
were being mercilessly tickled, he was sucking the fingers of another guy
and swallowing a heady brew of gism mixed with his own spit.

Pete slowly pulled his fingers from Tony's mouth.  "That's it, stud.  Flex
those big hairy pecs for me."

Tony grunted and licked his lips.  He looked down admiringly at his beefy
chest and then looked at Pete's.  He let out a little whimper.

"That's it, muscle-boy... nice bittersweet surrender.  Makes ya real horny,
don't it?  You just keep slidin' into my control.  Nothin' you can do to
stop it, so you might as well enjoy it.  It's what a guy like you really
needs, anyway.  Hot, handsome, all those big muscles... struttin' around
downtown in your tight cop uniform, your hard dick tenting out the front of
your pants... especially when you were busy admiring yourself... or some
other stud, like me, huh.  That gets you really boned-up, doesn't?  You
liked it when Jason, played with your pits... forcing, ha ha, forcing you
to look up at his own big hairy chest.  Yeah, you did.  I heard it in your
voice when you told me about it.  And what's more, I saw it in your big
bulging crotch.  You think I didn't notice how hard you got when I stood
over your face spotting for you in the gym?  I knew, even if you didn't,
that that was right where you wanted to be... pumping your muscles with
your face between my legs, workin' your hot bod while you breathed in
another dude's crotch odor.  Not a single thought passing through that
empty head of yours.  That's your weakness, right there.  Nothin' gets your
dick harder or makes you feel more manly than that moment when you realize
what you really are... a dimwit muscle-cop whose dick takes control the
minute you see a piece of rope or a good sturdy strap.  I bet you go to
sleep at night with dreams of me tyin' you up and forcin' you to lick out
my sweaty bushy pits.  Lucky for you, I like that idea."

"Oh fuck!  Unnnnggghh!"

Pete was now dragging the feather up and down Tony's throbbing shaft,
watching the opalescent juice bubble up from the winking piss hole.  "If
you shoot your load now Tony, then that's as good as admitting that
everything I just said is true.  You know that don't ya, dickbrain?"

"Unh... huh huh huh... oh no... oh fuck... I'm gonna be your stupid
muscle-stud pit-licker, aren't I?"

"And dick-licker and butt-licker..."

"You're gonna make me work-out in those damn little shorts and tight tees
and keep me tied up in all sorts of fiendish ways, aren't ya?"

"Yup!" Pete said as he dropped the feather and gripped Tony's shaft,
rubbing his thumb back and forth across the plump and sticky knob.

"Fuck... oh fuck... no... you won't, like tie me up in my uniform, will
you?"

"Yup!  And just think... you'll have those cock rings on underneath, so
you'll be fully hard and horny as shit, but you won't be able to dump your
crud.  You'll just get more and more and more insanely horny and then
you'll start dripping and dripping and dripping in your briefs and cop
pants.  And that's all you will be able to do.  At that point, I'll
probably just strap a little vibrator to your crotch, shove a pair of my
jizz-soaked briefs in your mouth, put some gay porno on the TV in front of
you, and then head out for a few refreshing beers with friends while you
squirm and drip and with each passing minute become more and more of a
mushy-brained gay muscle-boy... my gay muscle-boy."

"Oh jeeeeeez... noooooooo..." Tony whimpered as he bounced his pecs some
more.  He looked from side to side at his big flexing arms.  "Ahhhh, my
muscle-packed arms, so fuckin sexy and hairy... aw shit."  He leaned his
head towards his left armpit and inhaled.  His fingers twitched above his
head.

"Aaahhhhh... sheeeeiiiiitttt!  It's coming... my fuckin' future sealed with
my own creamy Italian dressing... ohhhh NOOOOHHHH!  UNGH UNGH UNGH
AARRRGGHH UUMMPH!  UNGH HUH HOOOOHHHH UNNNGGGHHH!"

Tony's hot cum sprayed forth.  Pete held the geysering cock and directed
the blasts towards Tony's jutting pecs.

"That's it... shoot all over yourself!  Ha ha!"

"HUNGH HOOOOO ERRGH!"

Tony's muscles went limp.  He sank into the chair.  He looked at Pete with
a frown and softly uttered, "Shit."

Pete gently rolled Tony's balls in his hand.  "You've still got a lot of
juice in there," he said.

Tony was still breathing heavily, but he responded sternly, as if Pete had
just questioned his manliness: "'Course I do, fucker.  I'm Italian."

"Oh yeah..." Pete said with a laugh.  "I was thinking I'd milk you dry,
really drain your balls just to show you who's in control.  But I have a
funny feeling you'd like that.  So now I'm thinkin' maybe I'll save that
for another night.  Right now it might be more fun for me to keep all that
juice locked up so you can feel the pressure building, keeping you good and
horny."

Pete picked up the shiny metal rings he intended for Tony's cock and balls.
He used the key to unlock each, splitting each ring into two parts.  Pete
grabbed hold of the top of Tony's ballsack and pulled.  With his other
hand, he picked up the ring with the smallest diameter, but the broadest
band and carefully placed the two parts around the tightly stretched top of
Tony's sack.  Checking to make sure that the locking joints of the ring
were not going to pinch Tony's skin when they were closed, Pete pushed
down.  Tony heard two simultaneous clicks and felt Pete let go of his
balls.  He grunted.  The ring was very tight and pushed his big nuts down
to the bottom of his sack.  There was no way now that they could fully rise
up.  Pete picked up another ring of about the same diameter, but with a
slightly narrower band.  He held one part underneath Tony's shaft, just
behind the flange, and placed the other part on top.  Again checking to
make sure he didn't pinch any skin, Pete pushed the two pieces together to
the sound of another pair of clicks.  Tony grunted as he felt the pressure
from the tight ring fastened just under the ridge of his meaty dick helmet.
It was like the top of his shaft was being squeezed.  His pecker began to
stiffen more.

"What the f...?" he grunted.  "Am I gonna be able to pee with that thing
on?"

"You'll pee just fine.  It'll just feel a bit more intense," Pete said,
focused on his work.  He picked up the third ring, which had the narrowest
band but the broadest diameter.  Pete scooped up Tony's balls and squeezed
both the top of the sack and the base of the dick together.  The contact
caused Tony's dick to continue hardening.  Pete maneuvered the two sides of
the ring into place and snapped it shut.  Click-click.  He leaned back and
grinned at Tony.  Tony looked down at the rings around his dick and balls.
His hard cock was twitching back and forth in excitement.  Pete ran a
finger up and down the underside of the shaft, making Tony mewl with lust.
Tony thought he was going to lose his mind when after about five minutes of
Pete tickling his shaft, his cock began to drool uncomfortably.  The
sensation was like a burning itch.

"There we go!" Pete said, looking like a kid who had just finished building
a model airplane.

"Holy leaky faucet," Tony whimpered.  "My nice big juicy dick trapped in an
endless drip!  Oh man, what are the guys at the station gonna do to me when
they see that?  Damn, those bastards will probably hold me down and torture
my dick until the front of my pants are all wet and sticky!"

Pete laughed.  He thought to himself, "Man, this asshole needs his cock
managed.  What a total dickbrain.  Shit, I love this guy!"

Pete scooped up the cum on Tony's chest and rubbed it onto his own raging
hard dick.  He stood up and began stroking himself.  He straddled Tony's
lap, bringing his mesmerizing cock within inches of Tony's horrified face.

"Hey, musclehead, you're looking pretty good.  Ungh!  A big chain
permanently locked around your thick neck, your pubes all neatly
trimmed... ungh... your cock hard and your balls churnin' with... oh
hungh... no chance of relief... a big dildo pumpin' your hot stud-pussy and
your arms, legs, and chest... oh fuck, guy... UNGH... your big hairy
chest... all tightly strapped down... damn!  There's only one thing missin'
from this scene and that's a big hot batch of construction stud cum sprayed
all over your face... hungh... oohhhh yeah... here it comes..."

"NO!  NO!  FUCK!  You can't do this to me!  I'm too fuckin' handsome to get
a cum facial, man!  SHIT!  Shit, shit, shit!  You're gonna blow!  NO!  Your
dick, it's... it's so fuckin' hard!  Oh man, you've got a big dick,
Pete... big as mine... fuck... awwww fuck!  You frost my face and I'll
be... I'll be... oohhhhh!"  Pete grabbed Tony's right nipple and squeezed
gently.  "Keep your eyes on the dick, boy.  This dick is your new master."

Tony groaned loudly.  "I'm gettin' turned into a dick-worshipper and... and
I can't fuckin' do anything about it!  Oh man I'm hard an' drippin' dude!
So fuckin' horned up!  Just like my brother used to get me!  Ah shit... I'm
fuckin' Police Officer Anthony Martino, for chrissakes, and I'm gonna get
my face plastered with the cum of a fuckin' hot hairy-chested construction
worker!  NOOOOOOHH!!"

"HUNH!!!" Pete gasped.

Whoooossshhh, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat,
splat!  Tony's face, his hair, his ears and his neck were coated in Pete's
dick slime.  He grunted as some of it trickled into his mouth.  Pete
exhaled and shook his cock.  He stepped aside.  He and Tony both looked at
Tony's dick.  It was stiff as a board, a very wet and shiny board.  Tony's
creamy Italian dressing slowly, torturously, dripped over the purple
cockhead and down the shaft.

Tony whined, "Oh maaaaan."

Pete smiled broadly.  He scooped a bit of cum off Tony's face and rubbed it
into the bound cop's nipples.  Tony squirmed on the dildo sliding in and
out of his manhole.  Pete looked back at Tony's twitching dick and said,
"Officer Anthony Martino, trapped muscle-cop... stiff dick, hard muscles,
small brain.  Heh heh heh."

Pete picked up the black box and turned off the dildo.  After it slid out
of Tony's butthole, Pete removed the straps holding Tony to the chair.  He
left the leather cuffs buckled on Tony's wrists.  He pulled Tony out of the
chair and guided him over to the little bedroom.  Before Tony had a chance
to react, Pete pushed him onto the bed and jumped on top of him.  He
grabbed a link of chain he had left lying on the bed and attached Tony's
wrists to the bedframe above his head.

"Be right back!"

Pete raced upstairs; he locked the doors and turned out the lights.  When
he came back to the bedroom, he opened the window to get a bit of fresh air
in the room.  He flipped off the light and got into bed with Tony.  He
rolled Tony over on his side, facing away from him.  In the dark room, Pete
ran his right hand down Tony's back and over his firm fuzzy butt.  He
scooted close.  Tony was breathing heavily.

"Oh no..." Tony gasped.

"Oh yes, butt-boy," Pete said as he spread some lube on his dick and slowly
breached Tony's spasming sphincter.  Tony couldn't help himself.  All the
butt toys had done their job.  His ass pucker opened on contact.  His firm
glutes immediately started to flex, grip and caress Pete's drilling tool.

"Fuck... I'm fucked," Tony groaned.

Pete brought his right hand up to Tony's exposed right armpit and began
gently caressing the sensitive hairy cavern.  Tony tugged lightly on the
chain keeping his arms stretched over his head.  The big muscles in his
arms flexed.  He felt Pete's hard hairy chest against his back.  He
instantly sprang a boner.  Pete tickled the armpit and then rubbed his
sweat-slicked fingers under Tony's nose.  Tony was taking short quick
breaths, his body tingling with unwanted excitement.

"Nice, bushy, muscle-stud pits you've got Tony, and now they are all mine,"
Pete said as his fingers tugged on the dense mat of curly hairs.

"My pits..." Tony groaned.

"They'll be cleaned tomorrow... by Jason.  I've arranged for you two to
spend the day together.  Two pigs in hot shit.  Man, that'll be fun.  Wait
till you see what the Colonel and I have lined up for you two.  We're gonna
strap your bodies together, face-to-face, until you rub each other to a big
blast-off.  It will all be filmed, of course.  The Colonel and I thought it
might provide some inspiration to the guys at the station when they give
you two a big farewell party after you guys get fired."

Tony writhed on the mattress, which only caused the cock up his ass to
tickle his fuck nut.  The humiliation and degradation would be exquisite
and final.  Tony wanted to fly into a rage.  He wanted to flip himself over
and slam a knee into Pete's nuts, but he couldn't move a muscle.  His body
and his mind were trapped in sexual submission to another guy.  Everything
Pete said just made him hotter.  Pete whispered in his ear, "My
muscle-cop... my handsome stupid muscle-cop......... slave."

Quietly Pete caressed Tony's triceps.  As Tony drifted off to sleep, he
tried to think of a way out of this devilish predicament.  His mind,
however, kept turning to the station.  He wondered if the guys would tie
him up and put him in one of the jail cells overnight... maybe with "mad"
Doc Brody?  That guy was always getting hauled in for a night in the
slammer after aggressively soliciting one of the cops.  When Doc Brody had
propositioned Al Rodriguez, he'd asked the hunky Latino if he'd ever
thought of submitting to hours of cum control!  The mere thought made Tony
squirm.  His dick was leaking again.