Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2006 06:23:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 22 {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 22
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2006

Part 22: Licking Cops

Slurp... slurp... slurp... "Ahhhh that hit the spot," sighed Colonel Dudley
as he swallowed the hot creamy capuccino.  He and Pete were sitting across
from each other at the wooden table in Tony's kitchen.  A slight grin crept
across Pete's face as he noticed that even on Sunday morning the Colonel
was kitted out in crisply-pressed casual military attire.  Pete had put on
one of Tony's polo shirts and a pair of walking shorts.  This small act of
appropriation had irritated Tony, but his helplessness to do anything about
it had made his dick twitch, just a little.

Neither Pete nor Dudley was saying much, but both were smiling with deep
satisfaction as they felt the soft morning breeze coming in through the
open window and listened to the muffled grunts coming from the basement.

The Colonel had drawn up a small list of items in Tony's house that he was
willing to buy for a cut-rate price.  He got a spectacular deal on Tony's
new stereo and speakers.  Pete had offered to help him move things over to
his house later in the afternoon.  The Colonel was also able to recommend a
good real-estate agent.  All things considered, Sunday morning had shaped
up quite nicely.


About an hour and a half earlier, the Colonel had brought Jason over for a
morning workout with Tony on the weights down in the basement.  The two
cops in gym shorts, tee-shirts and trainers had been left to get on with
it.  As Tony and Jason watched Dudley and Pete return upstairs, they had
the same thought.  Now was an opportunity to plot, to plan, and to lay out
ideas for how in the heck they were going to get out of the mess they were
in.  In the event, much of the following hour was spent with Tony filling
in Jason on what Pete had done to him last night.  Jason was stunned at
what he heard.

"Dammit," he thought to himself.  "That fucking explains the smirk on that
asshole's face when we walked over here!"

Jason had been massively pissed-off at Tony's freedom once Pete arrived on
the scene, but satisfied himself with the thought that the two guys would
deliver him from Dudley's clutches.  Tony's revelations this morning made
it explicitly clear that no such plan was in the works.  Far from it.  Tony
had simply exchanged one captor for another.  Worse still, it appeared that
Tony was moving to another part of town, albeit forcibly.  Tony's proximity
had been the one factor sustaining the idea in Jason's mind that this whole
situation was temporary.  He and Tony were a team, heck they were partners
on the force, and as such, they would work their way out of this.  The news
of Tony's imminent removal to Pete's house made Jason feel more truly and
absolutely trapped.  He absent-mindedly tried to readjust his dick to a
more comfortable position, as his gym shorts seemed to have suddenly gotten
tighter.

Jason lay down on the weightbench and reached up for the bar.  Tony stood
behind him, spotting.

"Shit, man," Jason said.  "What are we gonna do Tony?  We've gotta get
outta this fucking mess, dude.  No way am I gonna be the muscle-boy slave
of that fuckin' Army pervert."

"I hear ya, dude," Tony said quietly.

"We have got to stick together, Tony.  This is going to require some
serious thinking!" Jason said.  He lifted the weights off the stand and
began his first set of repetitions.

The two guys had already done a couple hundred push-ups and crunches.
Sticky, drippy sweat permeated their crotches and armpits and trickled down
their backs and chests.  As Jason inhaled and exhaled deeply, he couldn't
help but take in Tony's heavy musky scent.  As his big arms pumped the
weights up and down slowly, his eyes stayed unwittingly focused on the
thick tube straining against the front of Tony's shorts, less than a foot
from his face.

"Ya know, Jason, the two of us, right now... we could probably take those
guys," Tony mused.  "Maybe all we need is a show of strength?  Huh?"

"Umph... yeah... maybe... but then what?  I don't know about you, but I've
got a small problem.  Fuckin' Dudley has taken like a zillion pictures of
me... pictures I wouldn't want anyone to, uhhh... see...  He could totally
fuck with me, dude," Jason drawled between lifts.  "I have to find out
where he is stashing all that shit before I can do anything."

"Shit... okay, man, but you gotta move fast because we hav'ta deal with
this before Pete fuckin' sells my house.  Once that happens, we will have
nowhere to go, ya hear me?  If I lose this place, my ability to control
matters is gonna be, like, really really diminutioned."

"Diminished..." Jason corrected.

"Huh?"

"I think you mean that...  nevermind..."  Jason put the weights back on the
rack and looked down his chest to see what Tony was staring at.  "Damn!
Heh heh!  I don't know why, but workin' out always does make me kind of
horny."  Tony swallowed and whispered, "Yeah, me too.  Funny, huh?"

"Here, your turn," Jason said standing up.

Tony walked around and laid himself down on the bench.  As he reached up
for the bar, the bottom of his tee-shirt pulled up above his belly-button,
exposing his thick treasure-trail as it plunged down below the waistband of
his shorts.  Jason briefly glanced down at the solid hairy flesh on
display.  He tugged his eyes away, but not before instinctively running his
right hand across his own hairy abdominals under his tee-shirt.  He had a
frown on his face as his eyes met Tony's.  He spoke up, "So... what... this
Pete guy... he doesn't have anything on you?"

"Umph," Tony grunted as he lifted the bar.  "Nuh unh.  Well, umph, yeah.  I
mean, he's got all that shit from the website.  He said... humph... he
downloaded it all.  But... he said he ain't gonna use it against me."

"Whattya mean he isn't going to use it, dude?  Get real.  How the fuck do
you think he is going to keep you in line?"

Now it was Tony's turn to breathe in Jason's heady scent.  This seemed to
cause a brief moment of stupor for the hunky Italian cop.

"Well?" Jason snapped.

"Shit... I don't know, dude.  He said that blackmail shit is for amateurs
and that... umph... that he didn't need to pull crap like that."

"I don't get it.  What does that mean?" Jason asked perplexed.  Tony
pressed up with the weights and cradled the bar back onto the rack.  He
kept his hands in place, exhaled and then drew a long slow breath as he
stared at Jason's sweaty crotch above, and a little behind, his head.

"How the fuck do I know, Jason?  I'm just tellin' ya what he said."

Jason stared down at Tony, trying to figure out what was going on.  Out of
the corners of his eyes he saw the thick tufts of Tony's armpit hair
pushing out beyond the tight short sleeves of his tee-shirt.  Slowly, Jason
wrapped his hands around Tony's biceps and squeezed.  This kind of
attention, as always, prompted Tony to flex his muscles.  "Feel that pump,
dude," Tony said with a big grin.

Jason was still frowning.  Slowly and quietly he said to Tony, "You fucking
idiot.  This is all your fault.  I am screwed, and I mean literally,
asshole, because of you.  You had better fucking get us out of this mess.
Do you hear me, shit-for-brains?"

Tony's grin had disappeared and he was about to jump up and deck Jason when
suddenly Jason's big hands and scrabbling fingers slipped under the sleeves
of his tee-shirt and started teasing his ripe bushy pits.

"You, uh!  Nohh, ohhh!"

Tony let go of the metal bar above his head, but he couldn't bring himself
to fully lower his arms.  Instead, his butt squirmed on the vinyl padding
of the weightbench.

"Nawww, Jason... come'on, dude... not my pits!  Don't do this to me, man."

"Shut-up stupid and fold your hands behind your head.  Do it you stinkin'
hairy Italian dimwit!"

"Oohhhhhhh... fffuuuckkk..." Tony groaned.  Slowly, he complied, unable to
resist the attention to his sexy studly pits."

"That's it, Martino... real nice," Jason cooed as he spread his thighs
wider and lowered his crotch down onto Tony's face.  "Lick my sweaty shorts
officer.  That's what a stupid paesano like you deserves.  And flex your
biceps while you're doing it.  I wanna see you enjoying this."

"Nnngggguuuhhh," Tony grunted.  He flexed those big torpedoes in his upper
arms and whimpered as Jason rubbed the crotch of his shorts up and down his
face.

"Yeah... you like that, don't you, Martino... I have a hunch that this is
exactly how that bastard is going to control you.  Doesn't take much to get
you all boned up does it.  And once that happens you are one helpless sex
pig, aren't you..."

Jason slid back a little.  His own stiff rod was trapped pointing downward
in his tight gym shorts.  He rotated his hips a bit until the bloated head
of his big prick was resting on Tony's lips.

"Wrap your lips around my knob dickbrain, and get busy licking and sucking
on that jucy thing through my shorts.  Don't you worry... I am gonna keep
my hands working your hairy pits until you pull a nice gooey load outta me.
Shouldn't take too long here... ummmph..."

While Tony flexed his muscular hairy arms, his mouth opened up and Jason's
cock-tip slid in.  Tony sealed his lips around the back of the bulbous head
and started delicately working his tongue around and across the tip.
Within seconds his sticky spit was mixing with Jason's salty pre-cum.

"Oh yeah, Martino, baste my fuckin' knob through my shorts!  That's it
dickbreath... oh man!  Yeah!"

Someone cleared their throat.  Jason looked up.  Pete was standing not ten
feet away.

"Well, well, well, guys... isn't this interesting.  You two cocksuckers
can't keep your damn peckers under control for so much as an hour, can you?
You two were born dickslaves!  Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Jason and Tony froze.

Pete stepped over closer.  He grabbed Jason's shoulders from behind.
"Stand up!"  He pulled Jason's wrists behind his back and slapped on a pair
of Jason's own police-issue handcuffs.  When Jason heard the two clicks of
the metal cuffs, his temper flared.

"Get those off me, dammit!  Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Pete reached around with his right hand and grabbed the tip of Jason's
cock.  He squeezed.

"HUNH?  OH!  AH!  Shit!"

Pete brought his left hand up under Jason's studly squared off jaw and
pushed O'Reilly's macho-man mouth firmly shut.  "That's better... Sergeant
Stud-Pussy!  Heh heh.  You just stay that way!  Do not move a muscle and do
not make a sound unless you want that hot butt of yours spanked fire-engine
red."

Jason's eyes opened wide at that thought!

"Get up musclehead," Pete said to Tony.

Slowly, Tony complied.  His brain was working overtime trying to figure out
what to do, but he couldn't get past the lingering feeling of Jason's
fingers in his pits and the degrading image of himself with his partner's
knob in his mouth.  When he stood up, he realized he had started leaking in
his shorts.  He balled his hands into fists and flexed the muscles in his
arms.  A hot muscle-stud like him, humiliated like that.  MAN, it made him
HORNY!!!"

Pete smiled like he could read Tony's mind.  A minute later and a pair of
Tony's handcuffs were keeping his wrists locked behind his back.

The three guys heard the doorbell ring...

"Ah," Pete said.  "That will be our first special guest of the day!"  Tony
and Jason exhanged anxious glances.

Voices were heard upstairs, followed by footsteps descending the stairs
down into the basement.

"Shit," Tony gasped.  "That's the fuckin' punk who delivers my newpapers!"

Dudley laughed.  "Right you are officer.  How uncharacteristically astute
of you!"

"What did you call me, you damn pervert?" Tony shouted.

The Colonel cocked an amused eye at Pete.  Pete just rolled his eyes and
shook his head.

"Hey," Lance blurted out.  "These aren't the guys who were on the porch
yesterday."

"No," Pete said.  "Those were just two interlopers.  As you saw, they got
what they deserved and then got the heck outta here.  This guy here..."
Pete pointed towards Tony.  "He's the cop who owns this house... for the
moment... And this other hot shot is his partner from work."

"You mean they're both fuckin' fuzz?  Cooooool, man," Lance said gleefully.

The Colonel piped up.  "Officers, Lance here likes to have a good time.
Not surprising in a strapping lad his age.  Seems that about, what was it,
two months ago, shortly after he got his driver's license, he got two
speeding tickets in a row, the second one after having a bit too much to
drink at a party.  Is that correct, Lance?"

"Errrr... yeah."

"Well, as you can imagine he promptly had his license suspended until the
end of the year.  Tisk tisk tisk.  This is quite a hardship for a popular
young jock like Lance.  If he wants to go on any kind of a date with one of
those sweet young chick-a-dee's from his high school, they have to drive.
This has not been a resounding success and Lance is faced with seeing no
action from the "babes", I believe, that is what you said... until the new
year."

Lance nodded in confirmation.

"Perhaps you can appreciate that policemen are not his favorite members of
society at just this moment.  I suggested that perhaps he would like a
little revenge and told him I was willing to arrange this on condition that
he deliver my newspapers to my doorstep.  Well, need I say more?  This is a
win-win situation for all... well, except for you two, Martino and
O'Reilly.  You are about to take another few steps down degradation avenue.
But then, I think that makes you rather hot and bothered, doesn't it?  In
spite of yourselves, which is even better!  Two tasty muscle-cops going
down!" Dudley said with undisguised delight.

Tony and Jason stared, slack-jawed.

"Step this way, Lance," said Pete, directing the muscular blond high-school
baseball player over to the new chair.  "Spread your legs out on those
leg-rests and make yourself comfortable."

Lance plopped himself onto the chair, put his feet up and squirmed a bit on
the seat until he felt ready to sit back and enjoy the forthcoming action.
Tony looked at the nasty smirk on Lance's face.  He wanted to take the
baseball cap on the punk's head and ram it down his smart-ass mouth.

Pete and the Colonel stepped behind Tony and Jason, respectively, and put
their hands on their shoulders.

"What... what are you doing?" Jason shouted.

Tony tried to spin out of Pete's strong grip.  "NO!  Dammit!"

Both muscular young cops squirmed, struggled and shouted until their faces
were red.  It was no use.  With their hands cuffed behind their backs and
the knowledge that they didn't really have any chance of escape at this
moment, they soon enough found their big muscle-bound legs bending until
they were on their knees at Lance's feet.

"Now, officers, here's the game," said Dudley.  "Lance, here, says that as
a high-school athlete he works his feet hard on the field.  His future
career aspirations, though, are dependent on his feet staying healthy and
in good condition.  That's where you come in.  Your job is to give these
rather large, and dare I guess rather sweaty, feet a good long bath and a
nice relaxing massage... with your tongues."

Tony and Jason looked at each other horrified, both of them remembering
that day in the back of the police cruiser when Tony had played with
Jason's feet and things had gotten a little out of hand.  Tony's heart was
now racing and he thought he could see Jason's cock starting to stiffen.
He looked down at the front of his own shorts and first saw, then felt his
own tool plumping up.  "What the fuck?" Tony wondered.

The slow tenting of Jason and Tony's shorts did not go unnoticed by the
Colonel and Pete.  Pete laughed.  "Enjoy the slippery slope guys.  You know
that once your dicks are fully hard, your little brains are gonna shut down
until you two are nothin' but a pair of mindless, toe-sucking horndogs."

Jason and Tony whimpered and tugged at the cuffs on their wrists.  Watching
the struggling of these two stunning muscular specimens had a strange
effect on Lance.  He felt the need to give his dick a quick little rub
through his baggy low-rise jean shorts.

Pete and the Colonel each reached around the two kneeling cops and started
untying the laces of Lance's trainers.  When the shoes came off, Tony and
Jason groaned.

"Pheeewwweeeee!" Pete shouted.  The whole room was quickly permeated by the
smell of jock-boy feet.

"Ha!" Lance laughed.  "I should'a warned you guys.  I didn't have time to
shower this morning so those are gonna be majorly nasty.  Ha ha ha ha ha!
Oh this is ace.  Get busy cops.  It's payback time."

Tony looked up.  "Shit, you little asshole.  It wasn't us who gave you
those fuckin' tickets... which you no doubt DESERVED!"

"Like I care.  You'll do just fine."

Lance looked up at Pete.  "Man, I think this guy needs his big mouth
stuffed so he'll be quiet.  Get him down on my big toe there."

Pete put his hand on the back of Tony's head and began to slowly push while
laughing.  Tony tried to jerk his head out of Pete's grasp, but slowly saw
Lance's toes getting nearer and nearer.

"NO!  Nohhhhh..."

Tony's nose was shoved up against Lance's toes.  His attempts to twist his
head free of Pete's grip only had the effect of rubbing his nose back and
forth across the stinky twitching digits.  Tony didn't want to open his
mouth, so he had no choice but to breathe in the pungent odor.
"Nnmmmmmmggghh..." he grumbled, but he couldn't help taking in the raunchy
scent.  Soon Pete thought he could detect faint sounds of... sniffing.  He
looked down and saw that Tony's shorts were tautly tented.  Pete gently
placed a couple of fingers on Tony's hard cock and felt it pulsing.

"That's it big guy, enjoy those nice jock feet... come'on... open that
pretty mouth and suck on those toes."

Tony's arms tugged at the cuffs, his hands clenching and releasing.  Quiet
whimpers excaped his lips.

"He's doin' it!" said Lance.  "Ha ha!  You think you're such a stud, don't
ya mister Policeman... and now you're slurpin' on some high-school kid's
toes!  Huh?  Who da man, dumbass?  This is so fuckin' cool.  Ha ha, ooooh
that feels good... kinda tickles too, heh..."

As Tony licked the bottom of Lance's big toe, his mouth opened wide.  Lance
slowly slid the toe in and Tony began sucking in earnest.

Jason was in a daze as he watched Tony from the side.  He could see Tony's
dick punching out the front of his shorts and realized he could feel his
own dick doing lickewise.  He looked down to see Dudley's index finger
moving towards his big cock-tip.

"Officer O'Reilly, I'd say you have what might be called an incriminating
boner!"  Jason felt the Colonel's hand on the back of his head.  Before his
nose even made contact with Lance's left foot, Jason had his tongue out.
He groaned as the toe slid into his mouth, but within seconds he was
slurping and sniffing like a professional.

"Whoooo hooooo!  Suck those toes cops!  Ha ha!  Man, you dudes should see
yourselves!  All bulked up... you dudes think you're the shit, don'tcha?
Now look at you!  Whatta coupl'a losers!"

"Oh, naaawwwmmmpphhh... pphhhhuuukkk..." could be heard from the sucking
mouths of our two heroes.

"Hmmmmm, now there's an idea," mused Pete.  "We'll give ya a little
souvenir, Lance," he said as he stood up.

Pete went upstairs briefly and returned with the digital cam-corder.
Lance's eyes opened wide when he saw it.  "Brillliiiaannnntttt!" he
practiacally sang in excitement!

Without letting go of the toes in their mouths, Tony and Jason cast their
eyes up towards where Pete was standing.  They saw clearly what he had in
his hands and moaned simultaneously.  Jason had flashbacks of being in Al
Rodriguez's office and a wet spot appeared at the front of his gym shorts.
"Awwwww pphhhiiiitttt," he whimpered.  Lance's big toe slipped out of his
mouth, but only to be replaced by the others and Jason aggressively licked
and lapped, over, around and between the wiggling toes.  As his tongue did
its work and his nose inhaled the spicey scents, Jason briefly wondered why
in the heck this was making him so hot?  He couldn't ponder his predicament
for long, however.  His dick was so stiff, it it it... damn!  Poor old
Jase, he always did have a hard time thinking once he'd hit maximum
bonerization.  He decided that he would think about all this shit later and
consoled himself with the thought that at least he knew he was in a tricky
situation, unlike Tony.  "Man," Jason thought, "the minute that
idiot... all those hot muscles he's got... fuck, he looks good in that
tee-shirt... so fucking tight on that chest of his..."  Jason's train of
thought evaporated as he licked Lance's foot and daydreamed about Tony's
big built hairy chest.  He felt his own firm pecs itching a bit and his
mind drifted to those crazy suction cups the Colonel had put on his
nipples.  Damn, he couldn't let that happen again!  It was one thing if
Tony could barely remember how to spell his own name the second someone
started playing with his chest... "but no way am I going to be taken down
like that!" he pondered between slurps and sniffs.

As Jason lapped up and down the meaty arch of Lance's left foot, eliciting
ticklish yelps of pleasure from the big blond brat, he thought he felt the
Colonel's fingers threading underneath the waistband of his shorts.  As
Dudley slowly lowered the tight cotton garment, he paused occasionally to
appropriatively caress the firm rounded glutes and the damp luxuriant pubic
bush.  The erotic and possesive touch of this older man sent shivers of
excitement and humiliation up and down Jason's large muscular frame.  The
Colonel savored the slow unwrapping of his muscle-cop toy.  The fingers of
his right hand, coiling through Jason's hairy crotch, snaked their way onto
the Irish cop's vibrating shaft.  Dudley lightly teased and tickled as he
freed the hard cock from its material confines.  Jason moaned and his
muscles tensed.  The Colonel let go and brought his hands up to Jason's
shoulders, massaging the solid muscle through the damp gray tee-shirt.  As
he felt the cop's body relaxing a bit, he trailed his fingertips down
Jason's trapped arms, tickling the triceps with a feathery touch, then
lightly scratching the insides of Jason's thick biceps until he heard a
groan and saw Jason flex the muscles in his arms.  Dudley chuckled as he
continued his ministrations down the forearms, alternately caressing the
muscle, causing Jason to relax, then bringing the cop back to a state of
muscular tension as his sensitive flesh was tickled by the devilishly soft
brushing of fingertips across the thick coating of light-brown hair
betweeen Jason's elbows and wrists.  Simply, and without fuss, Dudley took
control of the handsome cop, until he had reduced O'Reilly to nothing more
than a pile of hot sweaty muscles governed by a throbbing itchy dick.  At
this moment, Jason found himself hard-pressed to even remember his name,
let alone spell it!  Relinquishing control to anyone at anytime had always
been Jason's idea of torture.  Yet here he was on his knees, his hands
trapped in his own handcuffs, licking some punk's foot, while another guy
played with his hot body.  Briefly, he looked down to see that his dick was
now leaking continuously.  Jason felt the Colonel's bristly moustache at
his right ear.

"Feel that sergeant?  Drip, drip, drip?  That's your freedom oozing
away... with... each... precious... drop....  I'm taking control... and you
can't stop it... drip, drip, drip..."

Jason exhaled.  His lips could no longer form words.  His mind fixated on
the idea that all his manly control was located in the steaming juice
inside his big hairy balls, and there it was, being slowly drained from
him, drop by drop, puddling on the dirty carpet.

"You love it," the Colonel whispered.  "This is what your were made for."

Jason let out a rather high-pitched sigh, "Ennnhhhhhh...."  He looked at
the spit-covered foot in front of him and resumed the sloppy tongue bath as
he thought about his future spilling into the carpet between his big hairy
thighs.

Pete had captured all of this in close-up on the camera.  Looking through
the lens, he noticed the expression of dumb lust on Tony's face as he
watched Jason get taken down.  Pete put the camera down.  He went over to
the cardboard box in which he had brought his various "toys" and pulled out
two shoebrushes.  He gave both of them to the Colonel and then stepped
behind Tony.  As Tony turned his head around to watch, Pete pulled his
white cotton gym shorts down around his knees.  "Okay, Colonel, we've got
two of the most spectacular hot hairy bubble-butts this side of the
Mississippi just waitin' for a little attention.  Why don't you position
yourself between 'em and give these boys a nice treat with those brushes,
while I record their reactions for posterity."

"A stellar battle plan, if I say so myself, sir!" responded the Colonel.

"Fuuuuccckkk," groaned Lance.  "You dudes are into some amazing shit!  You
keep this up mister, uh, Colonel, sir, and I'll fuckin' gift-wrap your
morning paper."

"Ha ha!  Thank you, young man.  The doorstep will be fine.  Oh, by-the-way,
feel free to take care of that nice equipment in your pants."  Lance
blushed deeply.  He wasn't sure he could do that.  That might be just a
little bit too pervy.  He gave himself a tentative rub through his jean
shorts and decided he would think about it.

As Dudley got into place, Pete turned the camera back on.  Tony and Jason
each watched, heads turned, fingers scrabbling behind their backs, as the
soft horsehair brushes began light sweeping circles on their rock-solid
butt cheeks.

"Not our butts man, don't do that to us, not in front of this damn punk,"
Tony whined.

Pete and Dudley just laughed.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Jason whimpered.

"Awwwwwwww, geeze that tickles," Tony complained.

Pete brought the camera down to get a close-up of Tony's groin.  "How you
likin' those rings, Tony-boy?  Your balls look like they've got more juice
than a Florida grapefruit."  He reached down with his left hand and gave
Tony's hairy nutsack a squeeze.

"NO!  Ah, fuck.  I'm so damn full, Pete.  You know I am, damn you."

Pete brought his index finger up to Tony's very purple dick helmet.  He
scratched lightly with his fingernail, especially on the hyper-sensitive
folds of flesh on the underside of the big cut cock.

"Aiiieeeeee... FUCK!" Tony yelped.  He expelled quick puffs of air as his
achingly stopped-up cock resumed a slow torturous drip: "Huh huh huh huh
huh."

"Back to work, boys.  Get your tongues on those peds.  How about a little
action on the tops of Lance's feet, huh?  That's it.  Nice long wet licks.
That's it, Tony.  You too Jason, get a move on... there we go... right up
past his ankles.  This high-school jock has got some nice development goin'
in his legs.  Lick up those shins a bit.  Yeah, like that.  Tickle your
tongues on all that soft blond hair."

Lance's eyes were practically popping out of his sockets.  He wasn't sure
how he felt about things going this far.  Having two pigs worship his feet
was one thing, but licking up his lower legs was a bit unsettling.  Of one
thing, he was certain.  He was sweating up a storm and decided to take off
his tank top.  As he peeled the shirt up over his head, his firm tanned
torso caught Dudley's eye.  Dudley realized he had forgotten what a
tasty-looking morsel this brat really was.  Future army material, Dudley
mused.  Fortunately for Lance, his burgeoning talent as a baseball player
would keep him from drifting into the Colonel's grip.

"Ah! Oh! Ah! Ah! Oh!" came from the lapping cops.

Suddenly, Jason and Tony were going down on Lance's feet like their lives
depended on it.  Pete looked down at Dudley to see the Colonel dragging the
brushes up and down two hot cop-cracks.  He zeroed in on the action for a
bit with the cam-corder and then panned out.  The Colonel was having a
slightly difficult time of it since the two cops were now wiggling their
butts like they had ants up their asses.

"Careful there Dudley.  Martino is goin' nowhere, but we don't want
O'Reilly popping his nut... just yet," Pete said excitedly.

"Ah, right you are!  Forgot about that amidst all the fun."

"Colonel, why don't you take the cam-corder for a bit.  There's a little
something I'd like to do."

Dudley put the brushes on the floor to the sound of groaning relief from
Jason and Tony.  Pete showed him how to use the cam-corder and then went to
the bedroom to retreive the plastic bottle of lube sitting on the bedside
table.  He got on his knees behind Tony and gently pet the twitching cop's
firm but cheeks.

"Oh yeah, soooo tight... like marble sheathed in velvet," Pete cooed.  The
Colonel was adjusting the lens on the cam-corder and noticed the look of
uninhibited lust on Pete's face as he ran his hands across Tony's butt
cheeks, gently squeezing.

"Guy, you are one hairy-assed cop.  Real manly... 'course, I expected
nothing less," Pete moaned.

The feel of Pete's big strong hands grabbing and squeezing his hard-worked
bubble butt, sent Tony's glutes into an involuntary clench and release
rhythm.  He moaned at the helpless sensation and thought he could feel his
nuts churning more of his trapped man-juice.

Pete scratched his finger across Tony's butthole.

"Ungh!  NO... no man... that tickles... don't do that... not... ungh... not
in front of everyone!"

Pete squirted a hefty dollop of lube onto the spasming portal.  "Oh yes, in
front of everyone... you stupid muscle-pussy.  Now get your tongue back to
work.  I didn't hear Lance say that you could stop!"

Lance grinned.  He loved his apparent authority over Tony.  He tapped
Tony's cheek with the sole of his foot.  "You heard the man, mister
policeman!"

Tony groaned as he felt Pete rub the lube all over his sensitive anal knot.
Soon enough, Pete moved over to Jason, who had watched what had been done
to Tony.  He started tugging frantically on his handcuffs, which only made
Pete laugh.  "That's it.  Struggle, big boy.  Flex those big muscles.  Man
you are one hot piece of beefcake."

"Shit, get away from me with that stuff!" Jason yelled.

The Colonel lowered the camera to get a close-up of Jason's infuriated
face.

Jason twisted and tugged.  "Ungh, errrghh... fuck, these damn cuffs!
I... I can't get my hands free... uummpphh!"

"Jason, boy, you sure look good in that tight gray tee-shirt.  Sheeiiit,
I'd peg you for an "extra-large", like Tony over there, but that has got to
be, what, a "medium"?  Really, shows off these big plump pecs you've got,
and these... stiff, juicy mantits," Pete said and he began scratching a
fingernail across the rubbery teat on Jason's left pectoral.

"Naaww, fuck!  OH!  Aaarrgh!  Ahhhhhhh... not my nips... shit," Jason
moaned.

"That's it muscle-boy, you just calm right down and let daddy fix your
asshole up real nnnn-iiiiiiiii-c-e.  Trust me, you'll soon be glad I
loosened you up."

Jason's eyes bulged.  Was Pete going to fuck him?  It was bad enough when
the Colonel had done that, but to be dominated like that by another
muscle-stud like himself, someone close to his own age, man, that really
made his blood boil... at least, he thought it was his blood that was
boiling.  As he looked down at Pete's big hand teasing his tit, and then
scanned the big hairy forearm, a single thought crossed his mind: "If only
I could get free, I'd tackle this bastard and before he knew what hit him
I'd have my hands in his pits, working those fuckers until he was mewling
like a pussy..."

Jason turned his head around to look at Pete and took in the sight of the
big hairy chest exposed in the open collar of that tight polo shirt.
Pete's large nipples were sharply delineated in the tautly stretched
fabric.  Jason couldn't take his eyes off them.  If only he could get his
hands on those, he was sure he could take this guy down.  "Dammit," Jason
thought as he tugged again on the handcuffs and gradually submitted to
Pete's dextrous work on his own chest.

Without thinking he spread his big thighs wider and clenched the muscles in
his ass.  He realized that his dick was vibrating, when the Colonel zoomed
in for a close-up of the thrumming rod.

Jason moaned.  "Shit, they so fuckin' got me!"

Without letting up on the tormenting of Jason's left pectoral, Pete brought
his right hand down between Jason's spread legs and rubbed gently back and
forth on the sweaty cock root.  With each forward rub, the tips of Pete's
fingers delicately pushed and massaged Jason's heavy ballsack.  Poor
stud-cop Jason O'Reilly... he was the one mewling like a pussy in heat.

"Gooooood Boyyy," Pete whispered.  "You just settle down and enjoy
submitting all your big hairy muscles to my control... that's the way,
guy... y-e-a-hhhhhh..."

A brief squeal came from Tony.  Pete looked over to see the Italian's dick
pulsing.  He looked up at Tony's agonized face and grinned.  Tony had lost
all control of his dick and had just endured an orgasm painfully thwarted
by those devilish metal rings around his cock and balls.

As Jason was increasingly immobilized into a mindless panting musclehead,
or what the Colonel considered to be Jason's natural state, Pete slowly
slid his right hand from between Jason's legs and up into his butt crack.
Pete brought his left hand down and ran it over the solid rounded butt
cheeks.  "You two really are the perfect partners.  The bubble-butt
twins... firm, tanned, hairy, and at my disposal."

Pete let go of Jason and picked up the bottle of lube.  Seconds later Jason
shuddered at the sensation of the slimy goop slowly running down his
twitching crack until it hit his spasming portal, where he felt Pete rub
and push, relaxing the tight muscle and filling his ass chute with the
clear greasy gel.  Soon enough the task was completed and Pete repositioned
himself between the two cops.  He added more lube to each of his index
fingers and signaled for Dudley to catch the moment of penetration.  Lance
stared in disbelief, but could no longer restrain himself.  He unzipped his
shorts and fished his hard teen dick out into the open.

"Hey, man, pass me that lube shit!"

Pete smiled and tossed Lance the bottle.  "Way to go stud!  Work your
meat."

Pete lined his gooey fingers up with the two twitching puckers.  Jason and
Tony pleaded pathetically, their mouths once again stuffed with Lance's big
toes.

"Naw, gaws... commmonnn... pphhuuukkk."

Pete and Dudley practically giggled as Pete's fingers slowly slid in.  A
chorus of "ummmpphhhs" could be heard from the two cops.

Quickly Pete settled in to a double finger-fuck.  In... and... out.
In... and... out.

Lance could stand it no more.  Palming his rod was not going to be enough.
He snapped his feet out of the two groaning saliva factories and scooted
down the chair's bench-like legs towards Tony.  Tony saw the hard teen cock
coming towards him.  He wanted to dodge the incoming torpedo.  He wanted to
back away.  He wanted to slam his jaw shut.  But... that damn finger up his
ass!  The only thing he seemed capable of doing was gently rotating his
pelvis back and forth in counterpoint to Pete's thrusting fingerwork.

"Ohhhh myyyy asssss..." Tony groaned.

Pete snapped his finger out, slapped Tony's butt, SMACK, and then
reinserted.

"Unnnhhh!"

"Language, butthead!" Pete growled.

It took Tony a minute before he realized and corrected himself.  "My... my,
manhole... you fucker....  I'll get you for this..."

Pete laughed.  "I certainly hope you are gonna try, Tony, 'cause, boy, it
is gonna be a blast watching you fail time after time.  HA HA!"

"UNGH!" Tony grunted as his dick pulsed in response to Pete's quip.

In that moment of stifled pleasure, his mouth hanging open, Lance popped
his cock-tip between Tony's handsome full lips.

"OHHHHHH!" Lance moaned.  "Wow, so this is what all the fuss is about!"

The Colonel laughed, "And you've only got the tip in!  Keep going young
man.  I doubt you are going to get sucked off by a cop again anytime soon."

"Ohhhhh... sure... sure I will," Lance moaned.  "That one over there," he
said, nodding in Jason's direction.

"Ha ha!  That's the spirit, my boy," shouted the Colonel, capturing
everything on the cam-corder.

Pete chuckled.  "Smart move, Tony... performing fellatio on a minor!  Not
sure that bodes too well for your job on the police force... heh heh heh.
Mind you, I won't hold it against you.  Now Lance, here, I can't speak for
him, and he's the one who will have it on CD."

A teen-age punk's dick in his mouth and his gym buddy's finger up his
butt... Tony groaned at the rich humiliation and found himself sucking
harder on the throbbing tubesteak slowly inching towards his throat.  His
fingers scrabbled behind his back and his sphincter tightened.  "Oh, fuck,"
Tony thought to himself.  "If my brother could see me now, he'd laugh his
fuckin' head off... a fuckin' trapped muscle-cop, my career gettin' fuckin'
flushed down the toilet as I get turned into this town's studliest
suck-slave... aaaaawwwwww...."  Tony felt his bloated balls tingle as they
continued to whip up what felt like gallons of creamy cop batter.  He
wanted to cum soooo bad.

After less than ten minutes, Lance felt himself loosing control of his
dick.  His nuts had risen up high and he could feel his shaft pulsing.  He
didn't want to cum yet.  He hadn't had a chance to shove his dick into
Jason's mouth!  With a mighty effort, he pulled away from Tony's laving
tongue and tried to quickly hop over to a dazed and sweaty Jason.

"Oh... oh... open up MAN... QUICK!" was all Lance could say as he straddled
the bench in front of Jason's horrified face.  "COME'ON... OH..." Too late!
It was jock-jizz-city for the Irish cop's good-looking face.

SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT!

Jason's face was covered in creamy high-school-athlete gunk.  It slowly
dripped down his cheeks, his forehead, his nose and his lips.  It was in
his hair, on his neck, and soaking the front of his tee-shirt.  Jason's
expression was a cross between shocked disbelief and insane horniness as
Pete's finger punched his prostate.  "Nooooooooooo..." he whimpered.
"Spunked by a fuckin' punk... Ohhhh my asssss..."

The Colonel leaned down and wheezed in Jason's ear, "Sergeant
Stud-Pussy... heh heh."  He used the fingers of his free hand to massage
the sticky slime into Jason's face and neck as the cop grimmaced and
squirmed.

Lance was laying on the floor, still clutching his gradually deflating dick
and breathing heavily.

When the Colonel pulled himself away from the fun he was having with
Jason's sticky face, he realized he had forgotten to pay attention to where
he was directing the cam-corder with his left hand.  He stopped recording
and tried to re-wind and delete, but couldn't figure out how to do it.  He
concluded it wasn't worth the effort.  Lance wasn't going to care if the
last few minutes of the video were focused on empty walls.  Dudley cleared
his throat.  Pete looked up.  "We all done, Colonel?"

"I believe we can call it a wrap, as they say," Dudley responded with a
smile.  Pete pulled his fingers out of the two quivering manholes with an
audible if rather squishy-sounding pop.  Tony and Jason sighed with relief.
Pete took the cam-corder from Dudley and said, "I'll be back in a few.  I'm
just gonna download this and burn it onto a CD for ya, Lance."

Lance pulled himself to his feet and zipped up the front of his shorts.
"Cool, man.  Thanks."

Dudley looked over at the teenager and said, "I trust you enjoyed yourself,
young man."

Lance flashed a toothy smile.  "Are you kiddin' me, mister?  That was the
hottest fuckin' thing I've ever seen, done, seen... whatever.  Not that I'm
gonna be braggin' about it or nothin', ya know.  I mean, it's kinda weird
shit, huh.  Ain't no way my buddies on the team are gonna hear 'bout this,
but dang!  Tell ya one thing... your newspaper is gonna be comin'right to
your doorstep, mister, uh, sir!"

"Glad to hear it my boy," Dudley said as he patted Lance on the back of his
bare shoulders.

The brief moment of physical bonding went on just a tad to long for Lance's
precarious comfort level.  Dudley didn't seem in any hurry to pull his hand
away, so Lance stepped out of reach and walked around to the other side of
the chair to get his tank top.  As he was sliding it over his head, he
asked the Colonel about the two cops.

"What do you mean?" the Colonel responded.

"You know... these two dudes... they haven't popped their nuts yet."

"Ah, yes.  No, that is not part of this morning's program for our two
dashing police officers, here.  Musclehead pussy-boys like these are best
kept in a state of regulated sexual frustration.  It concentrates their
minds or rather, it makes it very hard for them to concentrate on much of
anything, except the deliciously low station of their new lives," Dudley
said with an almost reptilian hiss.

"Oh.  Uh, okay.  So they, uh, they really are just a couple of dumbass,
cocksucking, horn-dog, cops.  Cool."

That was it.  Tony lept to his feet and charged Lance.  "You fuckin' little
runt," he yelled as he propelled himself forward like a raging bull.  He
managed to use his weight to slam Lance into the wall, pinning him flat,
but that was as far as he got before Pete's footsteps could be heard
thundering down the stairs.

"GRAB HIS TITS, BOY," Pete shouted.

Lance reached up, not entirely sure what to do until he saw the look on the
big Italian cop's face change from a snarl to panic.  He grabbed hold of
the two stiff nipples, but within a second lost his grip as Tony quickly
jumped backwards...

"Martino, watch out!" Jason shouted.

Too late.  Tony found his back up against Pete's chest.  He felt like he
was watching a slow-motion replay as he saw Pete's muscular hairy arms
encircle his torso from behind... and then the wriggling fingers of Pete's
big hands as they zeroed in on his plump sensitive mantits.  Pete squeezed
and gently twisted, then lightly scratched the rubbery paps through the
white cotton tee-shirt.

"Naaaawwww... fuuuuccckkk... uuunnnggghhh," Tony grunted as he succumbed to
the irresistible delight of seeing and feeling his own chest manipulated
against him.

"He's a total tit-pig, Lance.  Ya just gotta know how to play with the
control buttons, here," Pete said.

"It looks like he can hardly move?" Lance queried.

"Yeah, he's as good as frozen right about now."  Lance's sexual education
took another step forward.  Instinctively, he ran his palms across his own
pectoral muscles.

"Dammit..." Tony whimpered.

Pete grinned.  "Your CD is on the floor over there by the bottom of the
stairs, Lance."

Lance snapped to attention and walked over to pick up the disk.  "Uh,
thanks guys.  This has been, errr, great."

"Glad you enjoyed yourself, guy," said Pete, still grinning, his head
turned round to face Lance.

"Uh, yeah.  See ya around," Lance said.  He practically ran up the stairs
and out the front door.

**********

While Pete went off to the local delicatessen to get everyone sandwiches
for lunch, Dudley supervised a round of calisthenics in the back yard,
military style.  Tony and Jason chaffed at the way the Colonal barked out
which exercise they were to do from basic stretching to running in place,
jumping jacks, push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, but it nonetheless felt good
after spending half the morning on their knees with their hands cuffed.

Lunch started out with Tony and Jason feeling hot, sweaty and grumpy.
However, when Pete turned to the subject of the upcoming football season,
the conversation got loud and excited.  Dudley had a lot of military tales
of daring-do, half of which he entirely invented, but Tony and Jason ate it
up with the gullibility of the somewhat provincial twenty-five-year-olds
that they were.  As Dudley described some stories of capture by "natives"
in the jungle of Tobigolegoland or in the remote mountains of the Chinese
province of FuManchu, places Tony was sure he had read about in the
National Geographic magazine, the two young cops squirmed in their seats
and found the front of their gym shorts puffed out again by their
revitalized boners.  The tests of strength that the Colonel said he was
forced to endure had Tony and Jason flexing their biceps and looking at
their own muscles as they felt their dicks twitching.  To the Colonel's
amusement, his tale of a reconnaissance mission in North Africa had even
Pete looking distinctly... sweaty, especially as the Colonel described the
enemy plans to "milk" him for information before selling him on the
underground slave market.  Dudley had actually been to North Africa, but
the closest encounter of the sorts he described involved a muscular young
waiter at a cafe in Algiers whom Dudley lured back to his cheap hotel room.
There, it was the Colonel who kept the young man tied up all night while he
mercilessly stimulated him, but wouldn't let him cum until the sun rose the
next morning.

When Pete felt a wet spot in his briefs, or rather in a pair of Tony's
briefs that he had pulled out of the laundry hamper after showering this
morning, he decided it was time to get back to the day's planned
activities.  "Right guys, we have a little treat in store for you down in
the basement," he announced.

"What?" Jason said with sudden irritation.

"Come come," the Colonel tut-tutted.  "It's going to be fun... for
someone..."

When all four men were back downstairs, Pete and Dudley blindfolded their
two hunky cop captives.  Jason and Tony fumed, but both young men figured
they would just have to put up with whatever was going to happen until they
got back to work tomorrow and could lay out some kind of plan for
extricating themselves from their frustrating predicament.  Tony and Jason
thus stood silent as thick leather cuffs were buckled and locked onto their
wrists.

Tony suddenly felt hands at his groin.  The metal rings around his cock
were being unlocked.  "Hey?  You're lettin' me outta those things?" he
asked carefully, like he couldn't believe his luck.

"Yup!" Pete responded as he began removing the rings.

Tony exhaled deeply and grinned like he was about to have his picture
taken.

"Whew... oh yeaaahhhh... man, that feels good!"

"Ha ha!  Glad you like it!" Pete chuckled.

Tony and Jason felt themselves being turned slightly, and then their wrists
were being pulled upwards.  They heard the tinkling of chains as their arms
rose up towards the ceiling.  Pete was standing on the weightbench, which
he had moved next to the two cops.  Slightly above him was a semi-circular
iron bar, the two ends of which had been bolted into the ceiling.  As he
looped the ends of each of the four chains around the thick iron bar,
Dudley handed him a sturdy padlock.  When Pete was finished, Dudley removed
the blindfolds.  Jason and Tony immediately looked up to see that the
chains attached to their wristcuffs were locked onto that bar above their
heads, keeping their arms raised.

"What the... when did you put that there?" asked an astonished Tony.

"Yesterday, while you are out gettin' groceries for dinner.  Didn't you see
it last night?" Pete asked.

"Uh, fuck man, I, uh, had my mind on, uh, other things..." Tony replied a
bit sheepishly.

"I had a bit of trouble locating a beam at first, so there are a few extra
holes, but I'll patch those up," Pete said with the plainess of an
electrician intalling a light fixture.

Tony and Jason each tugged lightly on the chains, tentatively testing the
resistance of the bolts holding that iron bar in place.  Each lowered his
head to look at the other, at which point they realized they were standing
face-to-face, just inches apart.

"Hey!  Whoa!" Jason said as he tried to back up a bit.

Pete and Dudley exchanged glances as Pete stepped off the bench.  Dudley
put his hands on Jason's shoulders from behind and slowly massaged the
muscle through the tee-shirt.  "Tsk tsk, Officer O'Reilly.  It is my
understanding, my fine hunky policeman, that the police force likes to
encourage a CLOSE working relationship between partners.  You and Officer
Martino here are going to be very very close.  And you are definitely going
to be... working..."  Jason looked up towards the ceiling and pulled on the
chains, flexing the muscles in his tanned, weight-trained, hairy arms.

Pete stepped over with a large light-brown leather belt, at least five
inches wide.  He handed it to Dudley, who aligned it across the back of
Jason's waist and passed the two ends of the belt back to Pete, standing
behind Tony.  As Pete wrapped the two ends behind Tony and tugged, the two
cops were pulled together, waist-to-waist and chest-to-chest.  Both young
men grunted and started to struggle as Pete firmly buckled the straps of
the belt.

"Aw geeze... we're fuckin' belted!" Tony grunted.

"Do you have to make it so tight?" Jason asked.  "We're rubbin' all over
each other!"

"Stop rubbin' your pecs against mine, dammit," Tony said to Jason.

"Like, what am I supposed to do, huh?" Jason responded with annoyance.
"Shit, your breath reeks of mayonnaise!"

Tony frowned.  "Well, your's isn't so great either."

Pete and the Colonel were standing back and smiling.

Dudley spoke up.  "ATTeeeennnnnSHUN!"

Both beefy cops snapped their heads in the Colonel's direction.

"Officers... hee hee hee... I bet that about now, you boys wish you were
allowed to wear deodorant?"

"Huh?" Tony said confused... and then he noticed the strong manly scent
emanating from Jason's pits, just a few inches away.  His eyes darted back
and forth between the sweat stains in Jason's tee-shirt.  Before he could
stop himself, his nostrils flared and he inhaled Jason's rich ripe pit
smell.  Tony glanced up at Jason's face to see that he was doing the same.
Sniff-sniff, sniff-sniff.

"Yeah, yeah... so what, Duds," Jason quipped, irritating the Colonel with
the diminutive nickname.  "Guys like us, we don't wear faggot-assed shit
like deodorant... never have... and with all the time we spend together in
the patrol car... heck, it's not like we're not used to a little pit odor."
Jason looked at the Colonel like he had just beat him in a round of poker.
Tony too had a slight leer on his face and chuckled at the way Jason
dismissed the Colonel's little game.

The Colonel's dander was now up.  He didn't like being trumped, even over
such a small matter.  "Glad to hear it, gentlemen, but if I might correct
you, it is rather apparent to me that you are more than used to each
other's stinky pits.  In fact, to judge by the evidence, you positively
ENJOY each other's masculine smells."  Dudley's eyes darted towards Jason
and Tony's gym shorts.

The two cops looked down to see that they were, indeed, already semi-hard.
Tony and Jason each felt the cotton fabric beginning to pull tighter as
their two hefty cop dicks continued stiffening.

The Colonel laughed.  "Ahhh, two big frankfurters plumping up nicely.
Let's see if we can help out our two studs, Mister Dubrowski," he said as
he moved behind Jason.

Pete stepped behind Tony, and with a nod from the Colonel, both men brought
their fingers up to the two beautiful pairs of cop biceps.  Slowly, their
fingers twirled and danced towards the tightly-stretched short sleeves of
Tony and Jason's tee-shirts.

Tony and Jason were lightly huffing and puffing at the teasing touches.
Their tormentors fingers began to slide under the sleeves into the two sets
of hairy sweaty cop armpits.

"Oh no..." Tony whimpered.

Jason grunted softly.

"That's it, boys," cooed the Colonel as his fingers coiled through the
bushy light-brown hair in Jason's pits.  He gently tugged on the dense
thatch of silky follicles, pulling thick kinky strands beyond the straining
sleeves of the tee-shirt and then blowing on them before his fingers dove
back in to tease and tickle the deep muscular cavities.

"Arrrgggg... fffuuuuukkkkk..." Jason sighed.  Tony likewise whimpered as
Pete administered the same treatment to him.

"That's it..." Dudley continued.  "Hoootttt hairrrryyyy
pittttssss... getting sweetly stim-U-lated... feel's good doesn't it
boys... yeeeesssss... you like it... your hairy muscle-boy pits getting all
worked up and excited... you can really smell those nice ripe odors now
can't you... yeah... that's it men... sniff... sniffffffff... snifffff..."

"Good boys..." Pete whispered from behind Tony.

"Ungh," Tony grunted.

"As you breathe on each other's faces, smell that macho pit stink wafting
up to your handsome noses... that's it Jason, just like that."  Jason and
Tony's nostrils flared helplessly.  Their mouths hung open as their eyes
moved back and forth from each other's pits and faces.  Sniff-sniff,
sniff-sniff, sniff-sniff...

"Oh...oh my hot pits..." Jason moaned.

"You're really just a big pit-pig aren't you Jason?" Dudley said softly.

"Unh!  Y-y-yesss... sssirrr... ohhhh."

Pete softly spoke, "Such hot buff cops, huh guys... that's what you
are... hot... buff... muscle-cops....  Look at each other... look at how
studly you guys are... look at how hairy your pits are... flex those
biceps... yeaaaahhh... sooooo niiiiicccceee... yeaaaahhh... that's the way,
guys.  Those nice big round juicy pecs you guys have... pressed
together... softly rubbing your hard mantits against each other through
those tight tee-shirts... soft and scratchy at the same time..."

Tony and Jason moaned,
"Ungh... oh...oh... oh... ungh... yyyeeaahhhh... ungh...." They seemed to
be helpless against the power of Pete's suggestion and found themselves
actively grinding their pectorals into each other, their sensitive mantits
fully stiff and itching.  "Eeennnnhhh..." Jason let out a high-pitched
little whimper.  He lowered his head a bit towards Tony's left pit and
breathed in heavily.

"Oh man, Jase... I knew ya liked my pits... oh fuckkk..." Tony moaned as he
helplessly started to lower his head towards Jason's left pit.

"Ahhhh, shit, Tony... they're really fuckin' us over with our
pits... dammit," Jason groaned.

"Fuck, I know... we got such great pits, dude... and their usin' 'em
against us... oh, maaannn..."

Pete and Dudley laughed.

"How are those shorts feeling now, boys?" Dudley asked.

"Aw, their tight... real real tight, sir," Jason whimpered.

"My cock is soooo fuckin' hard," Tony almost yelped.  "I can feel yours is
too, buddy," he said to Jason.

"Oh, man, our dicks are totally bonered and pressed together..." Jason
responded.  He continued, "Awww, T-t-t-tony... I... I... can't think
straight, man... we gotta stop... ungh... stop rubbing our r-r-RODs
together, dude... or we are gonna be in trouble... ooohhhh that's so
fuckin' hot!"

Pete and the Colonel pulled their hands out of the two cops' pits.  "Let's
make you boys a little more comfortable," Pete said.

Tony and Jason were looking at their hard dicks, pushed together by that
thick belt around their waists.  Pre-cum was leaking copiously from Tony's
dick, making the front of his shorts very wet and sticky.  As the slimey
fluid built up, it pushed through the thin cotton and spread onto Jason's
shorts.

"Aw shit, dude, look what you're doing.  You're getting my shorts all wet!
Right on my fuckin' knob too... man, you're paintin' my dick-tip with your
crud!" Jason whined.

Everybody watched as within seconds Jason's cock started to drip as well.
"Awwww, shit..." he moaned.

Pete laughed and flashed a pair of scissors in front of the guys' faces.
All that could be heard was the sound of steel brushing against steel, as
he quickly opened and closed the two blades.

"Say goodbye to your tee-shirts boys.  It's time for your big hairy chests
to be unveiled," said Pete.  He grabbed the bottom of Tony's tee-shirt from
behind and began a quick cutting job stright up the back.  Tony turned his
head to look over his shoulder.  He flexed his biceps and squirmed a bit,
which only had the effect of rubbing his stiff wet cock against Jason's,
hightening the raging horniness he already felt watching Pete shred his
clothes.

Once Pete had sliced neatly up the back, he cut straight lines from the
collar to the ends of the sleeves.  A swift yank and Tony's spectacular
muscle-cop chest was on display.  As Pete passed the scissors over to
Dudley, standing behind Jason, he noticed an odd expression on Jason's
face.  He was staring at Tony's chest, but looked like he was trying to
concentrate hard on some thought.  Roughly two minutes later and Jason was
staring down at his own hairy pecs rubbing up against Tony's.  Dudley
brought his hands around and pinched Jason's nipples.

"Ungh!" Jason grunted in surprise.  "Fuck," he said, looking at Tony in
embarrassment.

The Colonel let his hands slide down Jason's furry six-pack abs.  Slowly,
to make sure Jason knew what was happening, the Colonel slid his fingers
under the elastic waistband of the worn and faded navy-blue gym shorts.
Jason gasped and looked down.  He saw Pete's hands doing the same thing
with Tony's shorts.  Jason could see a frown on Tony's face, but he could
also see that Tony's dick was pulsing a bit.  Both guys groaned as their
shorts were slid over their tight butts and thick hairy thighs.  Pete and
Dudley slipped the shorts off of their captives' feet.  Jason and Tony now
stood with their arms chained upwards, their waists bound with a broad
leather belt, and wearing nothing but their dirty sneakers.  Their cocks
looked like crossed swords, each one pressed against the other guy's
abdominals.

"Holy tickled dick!" Tony complained.  "Jason, dude, your hairy abs are
fuckin' ticklin' the underside of my shaft.  Sheeesh!  Oh that feels,
fuckin' funny..."

"Ditto bro!  How the heck are we gonna lose our woodies?" Jason asked.  The
Colonel spoke up, "Well, Peter, this is going even better than we hoped.
Our two dumb muscle-cops are in for a deliciously agonizing afternoon!"

Pete laughed.  "All right boys, here's today's little game.  It's gonna be
a fun one for everyone involved.  The Colonel and I have things to attend
to today.  Much as we'd like to stick around, it's a beautiful late summer
day and we have places to go and people to see... unlike you two, stuck
here in a hot humid basement.  Of course, first up on the day's agenda is
taking some of your stuff over to the Colonel's house, Tony.  You'll be
glad to know I got a good price for your stereo."

"WHAT?  No way, man!  Not my stereo!  I just bought that a few months ago!
Shit!  That fucker was expensive.  No way is that asshole takin' my
stereo!" Tony yelled.

"What are ya gonna do about it, tough guy?" Pete teased.  Tony yanked on
the chains and squirmed trying to get free.  "Awww fuck!"  Pete patted Tony
on the butt.  "That's it... struggle stud-boy.  Get yourself all worked up.
You ain't goin' nowhere... unlike THE COLONEL'S new stereo.  Ha ha ha!"

"Arrrghh... ummph... fuck fuck fuck..." Tony grunted.  "Damn, bastards,
takin' my stuff... fuck..."

Pete and Dudley laughed loud.  The Colonel rubbed his hands together in
glee.  Pete resumed, "Now, where were we, oh yeah.  So, uh, the Colonel and
I are gonna take off for a few hours while you guys are hangin' out.
During that time, you guys are going to, uh..."

"Undergo a little exercize in self-control..." Dudley chimed in.

"Heh heh, nicely put Colonel," said Pete.  "The object of the game is to
keep from blasting your cum.  Frankly, I don't think you two dickbrains
stand much chance, but it will be LOTS of fun watching you try.  The first
one to shoot his load, even if it is just by a minute, is the loser, and he
will be subjected to a penalty this evening."

Jason was looking pissed-off.  "How are you going to know who fired first
if you're not here to see it?"

"Glad you asked," said the Colonel.  "Such an inquiring mind... well... the
whole thing will be captured on the video recorder."  As the Colonel spoke,
Pete set the digital recorder on its tripod, about seven feet away.

"So you see, all shall be revealed when we watch the video... and what an
interesting video it is going to be... oh yes, quite entertaining, indeed,"
Dudley smirked.

"Yeah," Tony snickered.  "You're gonna watch a few hours of us standing
here... that aught to be real fun... NOT.  'Cept maybe for a pervert like
you."

"Ohhh, I doubt you will be standing still for long," the Colonel replied.
Jason scoffed, "Yeah, right.  Now who's the idiot?  You don't know us,
Duds.  Prepare to be disappointed.  What's your big plan then, buddy?
Huh?"

"In such an... unlikely... event, you will have my profoundest admiration,
and I will know, for future reference, that you are, indeed, capable of
keeping yourself from cumming when I order you to.  Consequently, if you
disobey me in the future, and do cum without my permission, you will be
severely reprimanded."

"What?  That's not fair.  We're fuckin' damned if we do and damned if we
don't!" Jason retorted.

"'We'?  What is this 'we' business, Jason?  If one of you cums, or even if
both of you cum, but one of you a fraction of a second before the other,
then only that person shall find himself in trouble... sweet, sweet
trouble.  HA!  The other one will not be penalized.  That should give you
some incentive.  Remember, Jason, the loser doesn't have to be you.  Wasn't
it Officer Martino, here, who got you into this mess in the first place?"

Jason frowned and looked at Tony.  Tony's eyes opened wide.  "Don't even
think it, dude.  He's just messin' with us."  The Colonel picked up the
bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount into each of his hands.

"NO!" Tony said.  "You can't jack us off!  That doesn't count."

"Who said anything about jerking your rods, cop?" replied the Colonel.

Pete stepped over and removed his hands from behind his back.  He was
holding two flesh-colored dildoes.  Jason and Tony looked cross.  Pete
pressed a button on the base of each dildo and the rubbery dicks began to
vibrate.  Tony and Jason now stood with their mouths hanging open, unable
to force out any words.  Pete turned the dildoes off and held them in front
of Dudley, who proceded to stroke them with his hands, smearing the clear
lube all over the two instruments of anal stimulation.

Tony and Jason were breathing heavily.  They looked up at their cuffed
wrists and began tugging and pulling on the chains.  "No... no, no,
no... oh crap!" The cops whimpered in frustration.

Pete handed a dildo to the Colonel and then squirted a bit of lube onto his
fingers.  He and the Colonel took their respective places behind Tony and
Jason.  The two cops writhed and jerked frantically on the chains, giving
Pete and Dudley considerable trouble with getting their fingers on the two
manholes.  Pete succeeded first.  Both cops froze.

"That's it, Tony," Pete whispered.  "Let's just grease up that hot tingly
cop hole of yours... yeahhhh... good boy.  Betcha none of the other guys
down at the station have had their holes fingered and greased, at least not
by another guy... But then, they're real men, not musclehead dickslaves
like you two, huh?  Yeaahhh, your hot ass loves gettin' teased by my
fingers... DON'T IT BOY!"

"Awwww maaaan... don't do this to me.  I got such a hot ass and you're
makin' it all..."

"Hungry?  Hungry for another man's slimy finger or a big fat stiff cock?"

"OH!  Naw, dude, fuck..." Tony moaned as he felt the tip of the dildo
pressed against his lubed-up hole.  "Ungh!"  Tony's slicked-up pucker began
to dialate as the head of the rubber cock gradually slid in.

The sight of Tony's face as he got dildoed made Jason's cock throb.  The
muscles at his own asslips began to spasm and he felt the Colonel
corkscrewing the fiendish instrument up his own tight chute.
"Ummmmppphhhtt."

Pete grabbed the duct tape, cut off a strip, spread Tony's cheeks wide, and
taped down his butt crack, sealing in the stiff rubber cock.  He did the
same to Jason.  Through the tape, he pressed a button on the bottom of each
dildo, where it protruded from the two studholes.

"AHHHH!  OHHH!  FUCK!  ERRRRGGHH!  OOHHH! YEEEOOOHOHOOOO!" yelled the two
buff cops as their holes received a deep vibrating massage.

"Ffffffffuck!  Our cop asses are stuffed..." panted Jason.  "D-d-d-damn!
It fffeeels so, so, so goooooodddd... shittttt..."

Tony's voice caught in his throat for a second.  "I, I feel so so
horny... fuck!  Ahhhh... we... we gotta get... outta this trap, dude... or
we are gonna be sooo screwed!  Naawwww, jeeeeze..." moaned the big muscular
Italian.

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" laughed Dudley and Pete.

"Hang on boys!  We've got one more little treat for you before we leave you
to your fate," Dudley said as he lifted the small rubber ball with the
funnel tip up to Jason's face.

"HUH!  NO!  You wouldn't?  That's totally dastardly, you fuckin'
PHWAAAAA... my, my asshole, I mean, I mean my stud pussy, SIR!" Jason
moaned, succumbing to the thrilling vibrations up his butt.
"Please... take that thing out... ooohhhhh... gettin' stuffed is gettin' me
stoked... sir!  Come'on, it's not supposed to be like this.  I'm a stud.  I
don't wanna be a faggot... don't spray that stuff on me!"

"Holy shit, Jase, shut up!" Tony panted.  "What is that stuff the Colonel's
got?"

"Itc... itching powder!"

"WHAT?  You mean, like you're gonna spray that on our dicks and make us all
hot and itchy down there?"

The Colonel smiled.  "Yes, my two tied-up recruits, that's exactly what it
is.  I wasn't really sure if I should bother with it, but your suggestion
is too irresistable, Officer Martino.  Hee hee hee, ha ha... oh this is
exquisite.  Two itchy boners, coming up!"

Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt!

"Lets get some on those big hairy balls.  That ought to get the juices
churning!  HA HA!"

Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt... Pffffffffffftttt!

Jason shouted at Tony. "You fuckin big-mouth!"

Pete checked the camera to make sure it was running.  He set it for three
hours to be on the safe side, and then followed Dudley towards the stairs.
"We'll see ya in a while, suckers.  Have fun cummin' all over each other!"

The door at the top of the stairs closed.  Tony and Jason heard the lock
turn.

**********

Officers Anthony Martino and Jason O'Reilly silently flexed the muscles in
their arms, occasionally tugging on the chains locked above their heads.
Tony looked at Jason's arms flexing.  Jason looked at Tony's.  Tony spoke
first.

"Dude, my dick is so itchy."

"Mine too, man.  And your hard hairy abs are making it worse," Jason said.

"Yeah, same here.  It's like all that hair on your abs is just whippin' up
the itch even more."

"Damn, my cock is so hard."

"Mine as well.  Dude, we are two totally bonered cops... our big itchy
cocks pokin' out, makin' us all horny and helpless," Tony said.

"Yeah, and our butts too.  Shit, Tony you and I have got the best fuckin'
bubble-butts in this damn city and now look.  Our hot stud butts are all
tightly stuffed with those crazy vibrating dildoes."

"I know, I know," Tony panted.  "They're trainin' up our asses real good.
Gettin' us all hot and bothered for man-meat up our manholes.  They're
turnin' us into butt-boys, Jase.  We can't let that happen.  We're too
good-lookin'.  We gotta do something... we're cops, man.  We gotta take
action.  Oohhh..."

Jason was unintentionally rubbing his hard hairy pecs against Tony's.  "Oh,
sorry man, it's hard to move in this belt.  Shit, we've got nice chests,
huh?  Dude, if I were those fucking pervs, I'd wanna capture us too.  There
isn't anything out there better than us.  Huh, Tony?"

"Sheeiitt, you got that right!  And no mistakin' it when we're in our
uniforms, man!  Hey, it's pretty cool that we get to wear those tight
uniforms, ya know.  I mean, our chests on display; our big hairy
muscle-bound arms burstin' outta those tight little short sleeves; our
butts all nicely contoured in those tight pants.  Hey, you don't think
these guys would ever, like, you know, humiliate us in our uniforms.  Like,
tie us up real snug and force our dicks to get hard in our trousers until
we like sprayed our juice all inside our briefs?"

"No, dude, they'd get us hard and then NOT let us shoot our slop.  That
would be total fucking torture.  Being all tied up in my uniform and having
my bone played with for hours until I was nothing more than a fuckin'
sex-stick with a badge on my shirt!  Hey, Martino, stop leakin' on me!"

"I can't help it, man.  Maybe it'll soothe the itching?" Tony said.

"It doesn't.  Trust me.  It just makes it sticky AND itchy..."

"Damn..." Tony said flexing his biceps.

Jason watched for a minute and then said, "You've got great arms.  All that
thick black hair looks so hot on all that tanned muscle."

"Thanks man.  Your's are just as muscular and tanned and hairy, though.
Nice dude," Tony said, sweat forming on his brow.  Jason looked at his own
arms.  He stuck out his tongue and licked his right bicep.  "Oh, oh... that
thing up my butt is makin' me so horny, I'm fuckin licking my own hot
muscles..."

Tony readily agreed.  "Tell me about it, dude!  This itching on my stiff
cock is makin' me so crazy, I can't think straight."

Jason kept licking his right bicep and flexing the muscles in his arms.
Tony watched for a couple seconds more and then he leaned his head towards
Jason's left bicep, stuck out his wet tongue and started licking.

Jason turned his head to see what Tony was doing.  He then leaned his own
head over to Tony's left bicep and started licking the hard rounded muscle.
"Ohh man, I'm (slurp) licking your (slurp) Italian cop muscle (slurp)... ah
that's nice (slurp)."

"We were made (slurp) to lick each other's muscles, Jase (slurp)... I mean,
to have our big hairy muscles licked (slurp)... by chicks, ya
know... (slurp)."

"Yeah... yeah, dude... (slurp), aw your forearms are so big and hairy,"
Jason moaned between licks.

"Go for it... lick 'em Jason.  I'll do yours (slurp).  Awww hot, all your
thick (slurp) light-brown hairs (slurp) ticklin' my sticky tongue (slurp)!"

"Here, let's switch over to the right arms..." Jason said.

"Ah, man..." Tony moaned.

"Shit, this is hot."

"Aw dude, we're really gettin' our arms all sticky and basted with our
spit... fuck!" Tony said excitedly.

"Tony, man, they got us licking each other's arms like a couple of dumb
muscle-boys."

"Shit, your right (slurp).  That's so fuckin' hot, huh?" Tony said.  Jason
whimpered, "Fuck, we're getting our butts buzzed, our dicks are throbbing
and itching and we're lickin' muscle... and... and I can't (slurp), stop!"

"We can't let 'em trap us like this.  We gotta try to get free," Tony said.

"Maybe... maybe if I lick your pits instead?  You know... get turned off by
the stink."

"Tony!  Great idea man," Jason said as he repositioned his head to Tony's
right armpit.  Tentatively, he stuck his nose into the ripe hairy cavity.
Tony looked down at Jason sniffing amidst the dense forest of hair.  He
exhaled and let his head fall back momentarily.  His mouth hung open.
"Unh... oohh, shit yeah... you're lickin' my pit, dude.  Fuck, O'Reilly."

Tony looked over at the thick brown tuft in Jason's right pit.  He dove in,
sniffing and licking, rubbing Jason's pit sweat all over his handsome face.
Jason raised his head out of Tony's pit and looked down.  "Yeah, I knew you
wanted my pits from the first time I saw you, Martino.  Get that tongue in
there, dude, yeah, lap up my stinkin' sweat... how's your dick doing, pal?"

Tony leaned back, his fingers scrabbling.  "Ungh... mmmmfffff... it's so
hard, dude.  That fuckin' itching powder... heck, I can't get my mind off
my fuckin' dick.  Dude, it's throbbin'!

"I hear you man.  And your balls?  Bet they're really packed with your cop
cream, huh?  Mine certainly are," Jason said as he ground his crotch
against Tony's.

"Don't even talk about my nuts, Jase.  Oh man, they are so full of cum.
And that itchiness on my dick... I think it's like makin' my nuts cook up
even more sauce.  Sheesh, it's a damn Italian kitchen down there."

"Ha!  I bet it is stud.  I bet you've gotta spray your pizza sauce bad,
huh?  Oh yeah, you're really leakin' on my big dick, dude.  You're getting
me so damn slimed up."

Jason was sliding the wet gooey head of his dick up and down Tony's shaft.
Tony was nearly hyperventilating, he was so turned on.  "Dude, we've got
such big dicks... and, and they're so hard and s-s-slippery.  Holy
hard-ons, I'm gonna pop!"

"Yeah, Tony, do it!  Get your face back in my pits and blast your load.
It'll feel sooooo goood!"

"Ungh, oh yeah, oh yeah... oh... OH!  Ah no, you, you fucker.  You're gonna
make me shoot!  No!  Don't do that to me!  Huh huh huh!" Tony panted hard.
He was using every ounce of energy to hold back.

"Heh heh, get lappin'!  You know you want to.  You can't resist, can you?
You're such a fuckin' pit pig, Martino.  That's why you roped me into this,
isn't it.  So you could get a look at my hot hairy pits.  Well, go on, get
your nose in there.  Snif away, punk.  You fuckin' cocky "muscle-cop".
Sniff and lick and squirt your hot cum, pal.  No way am I getting that
penalty, so it has gotta be you."

"Fuck!  No way are you gonna win..." Tony grunted.  He rubbed his hairy
thighs against Jason's and started licking Jason's neck.  He dragged his
tongue across Jason's shoulder and up the flexing bicep.  His dick dueled
with Jason's, rubbing shaft to shaft.

Jason smiled.  "You can't help yourself, can you, pal?"

"Oh yeah?" Tony grunted.  "Then how come your big juicy mantits are so
hard, huh?  You like my hairy pecs rubbin' against yours dontcha, dude?
Looks to me like you're the one gettin' stuck... pal.  It was you who
couldn't keep YOUR hands outta MY pits..."

Jason jerked hard on the wristcuffs in a desperate attempt to get his hands
on Tony.

"Jerk on those cuffs, stud.  You're dyin' to get your hands on my muscly
hairy pecs aren't ya... like ya did in the cruiser that day.  Yeaahhhh,
nice bicep (slurp)."

"Fuck you!!  Get your mouth off me, DAMMIT!" Jason squeaked.

"Yeahhh, I'm diggin' your muscles, Jase.  You're such a hot stud cop."

"I know... shit... stop!"

Tony had an idea.  He realized that their legs had not been bound.  He
twisted his waist a bit and slid his right leg between Jason's thighs.

"Ya got my big hairy leg trapped between yours, man.  Feel's good, huh?
All that muscle rubbing together..." Tony moaned in Jason's ear.  He
started to raise his thigh up.  Jason was forced to spread his legs apart a
little bit further.  Soon, Tony's thick hairy thigh was rubbing back and
forth along the underside of Jason's crotch.

"What the...?  Hey, fucker, stop that... shit... ungh... you're, you're
mass...massaging my damn hairy bull balls, dude.  No way another guy does
that... SHIT!  You... you're heating up the Bailey's..." Jason groaned.

"Huh huh huh... the what?" Tony panted as he continued laving thick sticky
spit up and down Jason's flawless gym-perfected arms.

"The Bailey's, man... my, my smooth, oohhhhh, Irish cream..."

Tony exhaled a breathy chuckle, "That's what you call it?  Well, go ahead
and pour, dude.  I don't gotta a glass, but your goo is drippin' down your
dick and coatin' the top of my thigh... feel that?" Tony said as he slid
his thigh back under Jason's crotch.  "Feel all that wet sticky stuff I'm
massagin' into your balls?  That's your Bailey's man..."

Jason gave a futile tug on the chains and moaned.  Tony took his tongue off
Jason's arm and moved to his face.

"WHA?" Jason shouted in surprise.  He tried to move his head away, but
couldn't get out of Tony's reach.

"Hey, O'Reilly, I'm (slurp) swabbin' my spit all over your handsome cop
face..."

"Nyyyaaahhhh, NOOO!  Shit, your breath fuckin' reeks of mayo... awww,
you're sliming my face... you bastard.  As Tony's tongue took a quick swipe
across Jason's lips, Jason suddenly locked on hard.  Tony's eyes opened
wide when he felt Jason's tongue thrusting into his own mouth.
"Uuummmffffuuu!"  Jason was tonguing him!  Shit!  He was getting a big
sloppy kiss from another dude!  Tony freaked.  "Oh fuck!" he thought.  "For
the love of Napoli!  I'm Italian.  No one does that to me, dammit!" Tony
fumed to himself.  He thrust his own tongue back at Jason's and pushed
forward with his head.  He jabbed and jabbed with his tongue until
suddenly, he was in Jason's mouth!  Jason snapped his head sideways and
spit.  Tony suddenly found himself licking Jason's ear, and now Jason'
couldn't turn his head back around.  Tony had let his leg drop when Jason
had surprised him.  Now, he brought it back up and slid it back and forth,
rubbing Jason's nuts and tickling that tender area behind the balls.  He
furiously rubbed his pecs against Jason's, trying to tease Jason's nipples
with his own hard nubs.

"Not my ear, man!  That's too fuckin' weird!  Ohhhhhhhh..."

"How's YOUR cock?  Huh. buddy?  Feelin' hot and itchy?  You're goin' down,
dude.  Loosin' control..." Tony rasped in Jason's ear.

"Ungh, nooooo..."

"Unh huh... yup... shoot your wad, baby.  You're such a hot fuckin' macho
stud, Jason.  Man you are so good-lookin'... spill that spunk for
me... fire it up between our fuckin' hot chests," Tony wheezed between
slurps.  He was now moving down the side of Jason's neck.  "Coat my hairy
Italian cop chest, man.  Really cream me.  Show me who's
boss... (slurp)... yeaaahhh..."

"Ungh... aaarrgghh... oh no... no, no, no... I'm gonna... I'm gonna smear
your pecs man... gonna spray you good and rub my hot cum all over you... oh
yeah, Tony, you're gonna... I'm gonna... awww you're takin' me down,
man... aren't you?  I'm such a fuckin' stud and you're gonna fucking
humiliate me... make me get that penalty!!!  Shiiiiitttt!!!!  I... I'm
FUCKED!  Aaaahhhrrrggghh... uuunngghhh... oohhhhh... I'm CUMMING!  Ahhh,
fuck, you're, you're gonna win... and, and I'm gonna fucking get
humiliated... oh fuck that's hot... aaaaiiieeeeeeeee!"

Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh!

Both guys stood still, breathing heavily as Jason's thick stiff cock spewed
load after load up their chests and in their crotches.

"Oh no," Tony moaned.  "We're gettin' pasted together with your cum,
dude... AHHHH!  I'm gonna fuckin' shoot mine toooooo!

Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh!

Tony and Jason let their heads rest on each other's shoulders.

Jason moaned, "Ohhh, that dildo up my butt... I'm fucking stuffed with
rubbber dick and it feels so good... making me so, so helpless.  Oh
fuck..."

"I know, dude.  Me too.  Those bastards... they can control us with our
muscle-butts, man."

"Ah fuck, Martino... we're gonna be their sucky-boy slaves forever,
dude... butt-boys... those fuckers know just how to control us with our hot
butts and itchy big dicks.  What are we gonna do?"

"I... I don't know... they can't do this to us... we're cops... we're the
studliest straight dudes in this whole damn city... I mean, fuck, look at
our hot bods, dude!" said Tony.

Tony and Jason leaned back to look at each other.  They looked down at
their heaving hairy pecs and instinctively flexed their muscular arms and
legs.

"Dude, we rule," Tony said with a heavy lusty breath.

"You said it, man.  We are so fuckin' good-looking," Jason said back.

"Yeah, all muscular and sexy and shit... and real hard too, huh?"

"Oh man," Jason said excitedly, "I don't think my dick even went down after
I shot.  It's as hard as ever.  Man, could they have given us permanent
hard-ons?"

"Shit, looks like it, huh?" Tony said, wide-eyed.  "Shit, two hairy-chested
muscle-cops, all tied up with permanent hard-ons... dude, they are so gonna
take charge of us!  Do ya think the guys at the station are gonna notice
our hard cocks?  Man, we would be in trouble then.  Who knows what those
jokers would get up to?"

"Fuck, we gotta be careful," Jason said, "'cause we'll be in our uniforms
then, and like you were saying earlier, Tony, they might do shit to us,
really play with us... in our uniforms!  That would be so humiliating.
We'd never get promoted."

"Ungh...I, I, I, I, I think I'm gonna cum... again,
Jase... OOOHHHHHHHHH!!!"

**********

Pete and the Colonel were standing in the basement laughing.  They were
accompanied by someone else, a guy of average height, thin wirey muscles,
brown hair, in his mid- to late-thirties.

"So that's what two straight guys get up to when they're together!  HA HA
HA!" Pete roared.

The Colonel snickered, "No control... none at all.  You two delicious
recruits are just a couple of juicy dicks waiting for any chance to squirt.
Your true natures have come out, boys!"

"Nnnaaaaawwwwwwww..." Tony and Jason moaned.

"Who shot first?" Pete asked.

"Hey, cops don't rat on each other," Jason said quickly.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Pete mused.  "Let's look at the video and
see what we find."  Pete lifted the digital cam-corder off the tripod and
set it to play.  He and Dudley stood together looking at the small screen.
Jason and Tony snapped their heads towards the camera.

"That... that records sound too?" Jason spluttered.  With a surprised
expression, Pete responded, "Of course it does."

"Fuck!" Tony coughed.

"Hmmm," Pete hummed, cocking his right eyebrow.  He looked at the Colonel.

"Sounds like this is going to be more entertaining than we thought.  We'll
have to watch the whole thing later."

At present, Pete was making quick jabs at the "Fast-Forward" button,
looking for the moment when the first volley of cum was fired.  After about
ten minutes of this, with the Colonel and Pete watching the little screen
in great amusement, Tony and Jason could hear the critical "scene"
approaching.  Jason shouted, "Fuck!  Okay?  Fuck!  It was me!"

Pete put the recorder down and looked at Jason and then at Tony.  "Humph!
Tony, I'm impressed.  I didn't know ya had it in ya.  Wait, scratch that.
I knew you had in ya, all right.  Lots of it, in fact.  I just didn't think
you were capable of KEEPING it in ya!  Ha ha!  Looks like you didn't last
too long after Jason, though!"

Tony just frowned.

"Colonel, Gary, give me a hand will ya," Pete asked.  "See that old
barber's chair, over there?  I think if we turn it away from the wall a bit
more, it will work perfectly for our needs."

Tony and Jason looked at this new guy wondering what he was here for.

"Where'd you get that?" Gary asked.

"It was left here by a couple of jerk-offs that Tony was sharing his house
with," Pete responded.

"With whom..." Dudley said.

"Huh?" Pete asked.

"With... oh nevermind...."  Dudley rolled his eyes at Pete's slightly
awkward grammar.

The three men tugged and pulled on the large heavy chair.  They had to move
some of the exercise equipment and Pete detached the legs from his own
hand-made chair.  The basement was getting a bit crowded.

"Well, uh, you gonna keep this baby," Gary asked.

"Nah," Pete said.  "It's yours if you can haul it away."

"Sure, man.  I can get some guys down here this week.  Thanks.  I can
really use something like this."

The Colonel began unfastening the belt around Tony and Jason's waists,
while Pete unlocked the cuffs on Jason's wrists.  Jason shook the stiffness
out of his arms.

"Here, guy, put your shorts back on," Pete said, tossing Jason his
navy-blue gym shorts.

"What about me?  I'm the winner," Tony asked.

"Yeah, I know.  You get to stay where you are," Pete said.  Tony looked
confused.

"Okay, Sergeant.  Take a seat," Dudley instructed Jason.

"No way, man.  I've been in that chair before.  I am not sitting in it
again," Jason quipped.

"Officer O'Reilly, you will do as you are told or the film of you and Tony
is going straight to the chief of police," the Colonel said firmly.

"That's not fair!" Tony shouted.  "You can't do that to me.  I won!"

Jason marched over to the old barber's chair and sat himself down in it,
making a show of how tedious he thought this was.  Pete came over with some
nylon straps.  He and the Colonel tied Jason's wrists to the armrests.
They tied his ankles to the steel bars supporting the footrest.  Jason
tugged on the straps a bit, intentionally showing off his muscles to this
new guy in the room.  Pete was about to loop a long strap across Jason's
chest, just below his pecs, when Dudley stopped him for a second.  Grabbing
Jason's shredded gray tee-shirt, he said, "Let's just wipe off this mess on
his chest."  For a brief second, Dudley thought about using his fingers to
wipe up the cum and then feeding it to Jason, but he realized that at this
particular moment, he might just get his fingers bitten.  When Jason's
chest was wiped clean, Pete secured his torso with the strap.  He took one
more long strap, tied it around Jason's left arm, just above the elbow.  He
brought the strap around the back of the chair and then tied the other end
to Jason's right arm in the same place.  Jason was now more or less
immobilized.  He squirmed a bit in the chair, testing the strength of the
straps.

"Just one more little detail," said the Colonel, standing behind Jason.
Before Jason had a chance to realy see what was coming, the Colonel lowered
a cock-gag and shoved it in his mouth.

"Mmwaaaffffff!" Jason protested in surprise.

As the Colonel fastened the straps at the back of Jason's head, he laughed.
"That should keep you quiet!"

"Hey Gary," Pete said, "let me get you a chair from the kitchen.  Be right
back."

When Pete returned, he was carrying a chair and a laptop computer.  He
handed the chair to Gary and set the laptop up on the weightbench as a kind
of makeshift desk.  He brought the cam-corder over and began downloading
its contents onto the computer's desktop.

Gary meanwhile, handed a piece of paper to the Colonel, who looked at it
and smiled.  He brought the sheet of paper down in front of Jason's face.
Jason grumbled into the gag.

"This, my beefy young cop, is what we call a "penis rampant".  You have
perhaps seen pictures of the shields and flags of the old kings and knights
of Europe on which are depicted a lion or bear or dragon standing on its
hind feet, its front paws outstretched, ready to attack?  That is a
"rampant" pose.  Now, what we have here is a picture of a big thick cock in
just such a pose: the large heavy ballsack hanging down, the thick shaft
erect and pointing upwards in attack mode.  And you can see that Gary has
carefully drawn in a wonderful spray of little droplets geysering from that
big fat cock-tip."

Jason looked at the neatly drawn and naturally colored picture of a
throbbing dick spraying jizz into the air.

"You see," Dudley continued, "Gary here, is an artist... a tattoo artist.
And this is what he is going to tattoo on your left arm, on that big
rounded muscle between your shoulder and the top of your bicep."

Jason's eyes popped out of his head, while Gary started laying out his
equipment.

"NNNNOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!!!!!! NNNNOOOMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!"

Furiously, Jason struggled against the nylon straps securing him to the
chair.  His muscles bulged and strained.  He shook his head back and forth,
shouting and grunting into his gag.

Dudley continued, "He's going to do it just like this, natural colors and
all.  What size is it going to be, Gary?"

"Oh, about three inches in diameter, something like that.  Not huge, but
good sized on that big muscle of his," Gary said.

"MMMMMMWWWGGGGGRRRRMMMMPPPP!!! PPPPHHHHHHIIIIIITTTTTT!!!"

"It is going to look splendid, Jason.  Splendidly obscene... and permanent.
And in a nice little semi-circular arc above the image, Gary is going to
tattoo the words "Dick Licker".  That ought to complete the picture."

"PPHHWWWAAARRRRGGGGGGHHH!"  The handsome young cop struggled.  His hairy
chest heaved.  The muscles in his arms and legs tightened.

"Now, now, muscle-cop, way up there at the top of your arm, why most people
won't be able to see it under your shirt.  Of course, with the short
sleeves of your policeman's uniform, if you stretch your arm out too much,
a little bit of the tattoo might just come into view; same with the tight
sleeves of your tee-shirts when you are working out at the gym.  Maybe no
one will notice?  Or maybe someone will see just that little bit poking our
from under your sleeve and insist upon seeing the whole thing?  Who knows?
Your fellow officers might grab you and roll up your sleeve so they can see
what you have there?  Or maybe not?  Hard to say.  Of course, you will want
to wear long-sleeve shirts, but trust me, you are never going to see a
long-sleeve shirt again in your life.  You will be lucky if I don't make
you wear a tank-top.  So, you see how much fun this is going to be?  Every
day may pass completely normally, but likewise every day will carry the
possibility of exposure - at work, at the gym, everywhere...  And then the
world will know that you, Jason O'Reilly, are just a horny, muscle-built
boner boy who gets hard thinking about other guys like yourself,
muscle-boys with big cocks to suck."

Gary had cleaned off the area on Jason's upper arm and was about to start
tracing the design.  Jason struggled against his bonds, hoping the constant
movement of his arm, limited though it might be, would make it impossible
for Gary to work.  Dudley pulled over one of the leg rests from the chair
Pete had made.  He sat down and began massaging and squeezing Jason's hairy
chest.

"Now, sergeant, calm down!  One way or another, you are getting this
tattoo.  If you wiggle about, it will only make a mess.  In fact, if you
don't sit still, I will have Gary do the tattoo right on your bicep
instead!" the Colonel said firmly.

Jason's eyes opened wider, if that were possible, but he suddenly sat
rigidly still.  He looked at the Colonel taking control of his studly
chest, his stiff mantits and big rounded pecs with their flawless thick
coat of light brown hairs.  He whimpered and looked over at his left arm as
Gary began to layout the image.  He heard the Colonel snicker and turned to
see what was so funny.  Dudley gestured towards Jason's crotch.  Jason
looked down to see his dick hardening quickly in the tight confines of his
gym shorts.

"Yesssss, you like this stud-pussy.  This is just what you need.  It is
making you very very hard and you can't stop it... any of it!  Ha ha ha!"

Jason whimpered into the gag and squirmed in the seat.  As he clenched and
unclenched his strong fingers, he found himself ever-so-slightly pumping
his hips up and down.  The Colonel reached down with one hand and gently
squeezed along Jason's stiff shaft.

Tony stood, his arms still chained up, watching everything in an
open-mouthed mental fog.

"Done!" Pete announced as he finished downloading and formatting the video
footage.  "Now, lets just crank up the volume here, and watch a hot movie.
Perfect for a Sunday afternoon, hey guys?"  Tony and Jason groaned.

Pete picked up Tony's white gym shorts.  He kneeled down and helped Tony
step into them.  As he pulled them up towards Tony's waist, Tony said,
"Hey, wait a minute.  Wipe all this gooey cum off me first."  Pete ignored
him and brought the waistband up and over Tony's mucky crotch.  He let go
of the waistband and put his hand on the front of Tony's shorts, pressing
them onto Tony's cum-coated dick and balls.

"Ungh," Tony grunted.

Pete then used his hand to scoop up all the cum on Tony's chest and brought
that down mashing it into the front of the shorts.

"Aaawwwwwwwwww..."

"Heh heh heh.  That 'gooey' enough for ya, big guy?" Pete teased.  "I wanna
see your dick get hard in those sticky shorts."

Standing behind Tony, Pete brought his fingers up to the studly Italian
cop's hairy pits and began to lightly trace and tickle in swirling
patterns.  Tony's pole started punching out the front of his shorts as Pete
chuckled.

Soon enough everyone's attention was focused on the video.  They could see
Tony and Jason flexing their bound muscles as they feverishly licked one
another.  Worse, the whole room could hear exactly what Tony and Jason were
saying to each other during the filming of their little bondage session.

As Pete and the Colonel roared with laughter, Tony let out a loud
"Naaaawwwwwww... Fuuuuccckkk!"

Jason heard the buzzing of the tattoo needle.  He quickly looked over as
Gary started to work on his sexy muscular arm.

"Mwwwaaaa... fffiiiiitttt..."

Jason's head fell back onto the headrest.  His fingers scrabbled and his
feet started to twitch.  Suddenly his hard cock started spewing out ropes
of cum into his tight shorts.  "Aaahhhhh, ungh, ungh, ungh, aaaaahhhh,
ooohhhhh..."

As soon as Tony saw this, his own dick started to fire its thick creamy
load.  While he and Jason spilled their manjuice, everyone watched them to
the sounds of Tony and Jason's horny, lust-filled, incriminating, and
humiliating dialogue in the video.

Pete laughed again.  "Ha ha ha!  Yeeaaahhhhh!  Nice job muscle-boys!  Real
nice!"

"And don't worry," the Colonel chimed in, "I have a feeling everything is
going to happen just as you two describe it in this very very entertaining
video!"

"No!" Tony gasped.  He looked at Jason getting tattooed.  "Aw, dude," Tony
said.  "I fuckin' just shot my load and I'm already hard again... I... I
think I'm gettin' close to another blast in my shorts!  This can't be
possible!"

Jason looked down.  His own cock was stiff and primed for another round,
just like Tony's.  "Muuummmmppphhhhh!  Mwaaaahhhhhhhh!"  WHOOSH!!!!!!!!!!