Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2008 20:04:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 26 {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 26
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2008

Part 26: Property Transactions

"What the...?"  Tony slammed on the breaks as he turned his car into his
driveway.  His mouth hung open.  His eyes stared wide at the large signpost
hammered into his front lawn.  "Un-be-lievable... he really did it!  Shit!
He's put my house up for sale!"

After Tony parked his car, he walked back down the driveway and pulled the
realtor's "For Sale" sign out of his lawn, throwing it to the ground.  He
stomped angrily to his kitchen door and entered the house.  On the kitchen
table in front of him, he saw a note.  He knew who it was from.

"Hey Tony,

I figure that about now you have yanked the "For Sale" sign out of the
lawn.  Put it back.  I told you we were going to sell your house and I
don't want any fuss about it.  I heard from the Colonel this afternoon that
you are now unemployed.  I'll fix that, but for the moment, I doubt you
have the funds to keep paying the mortgage on this place.  I also doubt
that your next job will pay you well enough to keep on top of the bills.
Think of it this way; it's one less thing for you to worry your handsome
head about.  By the way, the realtor is having an 'open house' tomorrow to
show the place.  That means it has to be clean.  You do want to get top
dollar for it, don't you?  When I come over this evening, I want to see
this place looking in tip-top shape.  Otherwise, there will be trouble.
Got it?

See ya about 8:00.  I'll get a pizza on the way over.

Pete

PS.  The realtor is a pal of mine.  He'll need your signature on a few
documents tomorrow.  You WILL be signing them.


Tony crumpled the note in his hand.  "Dammit, what am I supposed to do now?
Can he even do this?  No way is that realtor gonna get my signature.
Shit!"

Tony sat down and tried to figure out what to do.  He could hardly start
calling up friends for advice.  How would he even begin to explain the
situation?  Jason, of course, was of no use.  "Fuck," he growled.  "I
haven't got any choice.  He thought about Pete working out at the gym, that
tank-top showing off his big hairy chest, his smiling full lips under his
thick moustache.  Tony's fingers instinctively toyed with the chain around
his neck.  He felt the familiar constriction in his shorts as his dick
twitched a bit.  He kicked his gym bag across the floor in frustration, but
then got up and went to the cabinet under the kitchen sink, pulling out his
rubber gloves and the various cleaning solutions and sponges.  When Pete
had told him last weekend that he would be selling his house, Tony was sure
it was a joke.  Now only five days later it was happening!  As images from
last weekend flooded Tony's brain, his dick went to full hard.  The licking
session with he and Jason tied up, and Jason getting that tattoo!  Tony
looked down at the tent in his shorts and gave it a little rub.  He hissed.
"Damn, I'm ready to fuckin' pop!"  He picked up the cleaning supplies and
muttered in frustration: "Guess, I'll start with the fuckin' bathroom
first."

**********

Two hours later and Tony was finishing up with vacuuming the living room
carpet.  It was the last thing to be done.  He saw Pete's car pull into the
driveway.  A couple minutes later, he heard a whistle behind his back.

"Hey, guy, lookin' gooooood!  The house too!" Pete said with a pat on
Tony's butt.

"It's as clean as it's gonna get," Tony said a bit petulantly.

"Good enough, musclehead.  Come'on let's eat.  I'm starvin'," said Pete
with a broad smile.

Tony put the vacuum cleaner away and joined Pete at the kitchen table.

"How 'bout bringin' over a couple'a beers before you sit down, Tony?"

"Yeah, good idea.  I'm parched."

"So, look, buddy," Pete began, "I know you're not happy about sellin' the
house and all, but it really is for the best."

"Oh yeah, so where am I supposed to live, huh?" asked Tony a bit snidely.

"What do ya mean, stud?  You're movin' in to my place.  Got it all set up
for ya!  Tonight is your last night in this house.  Let's drink to that!"

Tony looked at Pete dumbfounded.

"Okay, okay," Pete said.  "Be that way.  Hey, have ya seen the Colonel?"

"Nope," said Tony, his mouth full of pizza.

"He's throwing ya a farewell party tomorrow evening," Pete said.

Tony looked confused.  "Yeah, what's that gonna be like?  I can just
imagine the fun," he said sarcastically.

"Naw, I betcha can't.  It's gonna be great, guy.  I think he has put a lot
of thought into it."

"Yeah, I can hardly wait," Tony said.  "So what are we doin' tonight?"

Pete chuckled.  "Tonight?  Tonight, we are packing your stuff to move.
I've got a few boxes in the truck.  I think that's all you are gonna need."

"What do ya mean, 'a few boxes'?  What about my furniture and everything?"

"Well, the Colonel took what he wanted."

"So that's where it fuckin' went!  I noticed a few things missing when I
was cleaning the house," Tony said with a raised voice.  "The microwave is
gone... that full-lengh mirror I had in the bedroom... that's gone.  I
thought he was just taking my stereo?"

"Naw, he took a few other things, you know, kitchen applicances, little
stuff.  Here," Pete said pulling out his wallet.  "Here's a personal check
for what he thought it was all worth."

Tony looked at the check.  "That's not enough for the stereo alone!"

"Yeah, yeah.  Look, it's what he thought it was worth.  I mean, none of the
stuff he bought was brand new.  He's not tryin' to shaft you, guy... at
least, not today," Pete said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"So, what?  We loadin' my furniture into the back of your truck?"

"No man, the furniture goes with the sale of the house.  We'll bring your
weights, any personal mementos and souvenirs, your household files... I
guess we should take the file cabinets themselves... let's see... and some
of your clothes.  Yeah, that's about it.  Heck, I've got everything else
myself.  You're not gonna need much."

Tony's head was spinning.  "Geeze... I've never had a day like this before.
I lost my job, my reputation at the gym, and now my house."

Pete looked at Tony and suddenly felt a bit sorry for the poor guy.  Then
he noticed that Tony was flexing the muscles in his arms and admiring
himself.

"Fuuuukkk..." Tony sighed with a deep breath.  "I've got all these muscles
and I am totally fuckin' trapped... under the control of another
stud... sheeesh..."

Pete's brief concern turned as quickly to devilish glee.  "Man, this
handsome son-of-a-bitch is stupid," he thought to himself.  As he looked at
Tony, a slight grunt escaped his lips, "Oh yeahhhh..."

After Tony cleared away the dinner plates, he and Pete started loading the
gym equipment from downstairs into Pete's truck.  Getting Tony's personal
files boxed and his file cabinets loaded took almost as long, but finally,
after a couple small boxes of nick-nacks, all that was left to clear out
was Tony's closet.  Pete opened the doors.

"Hey, you've hardly got any clothes in here!" Pete said.

"Well, duh!  Rick and Tom gave most of 'em away to charity.  Those
bastards!" Tony said slamming his right fist into his left palm.

Pete looked at what was left: a few polo shirts, a button down white shirt,
a pair of jeans and chinos and a coat.  There was a track-suit and some
sweatshirts in a drawer, but that was it.

"Oh yeah, nice of them to save us the trouble," Pete said grinning.  "So,
uh all you've got left is that pile of dirty tees and shorts and stuff
downstairs."  "Ever seen me in anything else?" Tony shot back.

Pete grinned again.  "It's all you'll be wearing in your new home, guy!
Let's get this stuff in a box."

Tony looked down at the snug t-shirt covering his chest.  He felt the tight
cotton wrapping his fit chest and flexed his biceps and forearms
instinctively.

By 10:30 there wasn't anything else to pack.  Pete pulled his truck into
the garage and locked it up.  "Right, guy, it's bed-time.  You've got a big
day tomorrow."

Tony cocked an eyebrow and headed inside.  As he walked through the
kitchen, he stripped off his t-shirt and headed for the bathroom.

Pete cleared his throat and said, "Where do you think you're goin'?  You
can shower tomorrow morning, buddy."

"Fuck, Pete, I've been sweatin' all day.  I'm fuckin' ripe, man.  Not to
mention all the spit coatin' my muscles from all those guys at the gym
lickin' every inch of my body... geeze..."

"I'm sweaty too, guy.  Get used to it.  Use the toilet, brush your teeth,
but that's it."

When Tony returned to the bedroom, he saw Pete laying on the bed in just
his jockstrap.  He noticed the waistbands were frayed and the pouch had a
few holes in it.  Pete looked over at Tony and raised himself up on his
elbows.  He was smiling.  Tony noticed he had some cotton straps in his
right hand.

"Right, stud, loose the shorts.  I want to see ya stripped down to your
briefs," Pete said.

"What?  Come'on, aren't you going home?  I'm not sleepin' downstairs, it's
too hot.  And you are not stayin' here!"

"Is that right?  What are ya gonna do about it, dickbrain?"

"Fuck," Tony, sighed.  "What are you gonna do to me?"  He kicked off his
shoes and pulled his shorts down.

"That's nice.  Real nice, muscle-boy," said Pete standing up.  "Lay down on
the bed, hands above your head."

Tony heard Pete snap the straps together.  "Shit.  What're you gonna do to
me, Pete?" he asked as he got on the bed.

"You'll see," Pete replied as he began tying Tony's hands together above
his head.  After tying them to the frame at the back of the bed, he tied
Tony's ankles together.  Tony struggled a bit, feeling hot, sweaty and
horny as he looked at Pete's muscular chest and the big arms tying him up.
He struggled more as Pete straddled his waist and started inching up
towards his face.

'Ungh," Tony grunted as he softly writhed.  "Oh man, you've got my chest
trapped between your big hairy legs and you're rubbing your jockstrapped
ass on my hairy six-pack abs.  Ohhh, dammmnn."

Pete reached down and softly squeezed Tony's pecs.  He ran his hands up to
Tony's hairy pits and then spread the sweat back across the trapped cop's
chest.  Slowly, his fingers began a gentle scratch of Tony's nipples.  Tony
watched Pete's hands and groaned.  Awwww, my man-tits worked over by a
big-muscled construction guy... fuck, you can't be doing this to me, man."

"Hey guy, this is just a little sampling of your future.  Pete ran his
hands up Tony's hairy pecs and then scooted forward again.

"Uh, y... you're jock, Pete... come'on, it's getting real close to my
face... it's, (sniff) oh fuck..."

"Yeah, breathe that in, guy," Pete whispered as he rubbed his stiff,
jock-covered dick across Tony's lips.

As Tony sniffed at Pete's crotch, his eyes rolled back in his head and he
lt out a little involuntary groan.  Without thinking, he let his tightly
clenched lips part.  Suddenly, his tongue could feel the thin-stretched
cotton straining to contain Pete's dick.  His eyes rapidly refocused as he
jerked his head back into the pillow trying to get away from Pete's crotch.
Pete followed Tony's moves and slid his tool into the helpless stud's
mouth, delighting in the muffled protests of frustration.

"Naaawwwmmmmmppphhh!"

"Yeah, muscle-cop, suck my jock-wrapped cock," Pete groaned as he shoved in
further.  "Ohhhhh yeah... get that tongue busy basting my knob... soak my
sweaty jock with your spit... yeahhhh that's it boy... man, you are gettin'
good... yeah, got me a muscle-stud with a real talented mouth...  Damn, I
gotta hand it to Rick and Tom, they trained your mouth up nice... aaahhhh
yeahhh," Pete groaned.

Tony whimpered at the humiliating words and sucked harder, seemingly unable
to stop as Pete's big hands caressed and tickled his thick biceps.

"Damn, big guy, nobody gets me goin' the way you do.  Shit, Tony-boy, you
make me all hot and helpless... oh yeah, suck that cock, yeah."

Tony gurgled and moaned.  He flexed every muscle in his body straining
against the cotton straps that bound his wrists and ankles.  His fingers
scrabbled and his big feet wiggled back and forth as he sucked.  He saw
Pete reach backwards with his right hand and then felt that hand caress his
pubic hair.  Slowly, the big guy's thick fingers slithered up Tony's slowly
inflating dick.  As Pete tickled the juicy knob, Tony whimpered and felt
his rod rapidly stiffen.

"There we go Tony-o.  Yeah, that's what I wanna see.  When my big cock is
in your mouth, I want you to get hard... real hard.  Just takes a little
training, that's all.  Pretty soon, your cop dick will firm up
automatically. You won't be able to control it.  Heh heh heh... that's
gonna be fun, guy.  You're gonna hate it and love it at the same time while
I turn you into my very own permanent cocksucker."

"Mmmmmmmpppphhhhgggg..."

**********

Tony could smell bacon when he got out of the shower.  He wrapped a towel
around his waist and came into the kitchen.

"Hey, guy.  Good Morning!" said Pete all smiles.

"Mornin',"said Tony back as he looked at the big breakfast laid out on the
table.  He had a pleasantly surprised look on his face.

"Sit yourself down.  I've got a couple 'a poached eggs, some toast, juice,
bacon's just done..." Pete said as he brought a plate to Tony over at the
table.  "Coffee?"

"Uh yeah, man.  Thanks," said Tony apprehensively, wondering if Pete was
going to make him do something like eat his breakfast out of his lap.

"Chow down, while I hop in the shower.  There's more OJ in the fridge if ya
want it.  The newpaper is over there." Pete pointed to the far side of the
table.  "See ya in five," he said as he headed towards the bathroom.

Tony blinked a couple of times, wondering if he was awake.  "Geeze, it's
like I woke up in a four-star hotel," he muttered to himself as he tucked
in.

Pete reappeared twenty minutes later all clean shaven, his short brown hair
nicely gelled with that neat part that made him look so clean-cut.  He was
wearing jeans, nice leather shoes, and a summer-y white button-down shirt
with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.  Tony was doing the washing-up,
but he nearly dropped a plate when he saw Pete.  "Damn, he's a fine lookin'
stud," he thought and then checked himself, wondering where that thought
had come from.  "Go get dressed.  I'll finish up in here," Pete said
obligingly.

Tony raced to his bedroom and flung open his closet to find something to
wear that could compete with how sharp Pete looked.  He stared into the
empty closet in exasperation.  "Fuck," he grumbled.  "All I've got are
those damn dirty tee's and shorts.  That fucker is gonna look better than
me.  Fuck, fuck..."  Tony pulled on a pair of tight briefs and some
navy-blue cotton gym shorts.  He dug through the black garbage bag that
they had loaded up with his "wardrobe" last night and found one of his
police-issue gray t-shirts.  "Maybe this has aired a bit since I last wore
it?" he wondered.  He tugged the tight shirt over his torso.  He could
smell that it wasn't really clean, but he liked the way the word 'POLICE'
was printed in block letters across the front.  "Damn, I've gotta get my
job back," he thought as he looked around for a pair of socks.  "Fuck it,
what difference does it make?  They're all dirty.  I'll just wear the
sneaks without socks..."  Tony went into the bathroom to tidy up his hair,
putting a bit of gel in it.  He looked at his hot muscular body barely
contained in the gym clothes.  As he did every morning, he fiddled with the
pad-lock dangling from the chain around his neck.  "Dammit... guess it does
make my big bull neck look kind'a hot, though.  Fuck, that stud has got me
lookin' like a musclehead punk...."  Tony felt his shorts getting tighter
and looked down to see the beginning of a hard-on.  He couldn't help
himself.  He reached down with both hands and softly rubbed and teased his
dick through his shorts until he was sporting solid wood.  "Ohhh, bonin'
myself up... geeze, just what a dick-brained musclehead stud would do... a
hot-lookin' musclehead... like... ah fuck... like me," he grunted.

Tony heard a chuckle to he left and saw Pete standing in the doorway.  He
wanted to stop rubbing his dick, but the sight of Pete's moustache and the
way Pete's pecs filled the front of that nice white shirt, tugging the
panels where Pete had left the top three buttons undone.  He watched Pete
run his right hand across his left pectoral under the shirt, and grunted.
Tony turned to look at himself in the mirror.  He and Pete were so alike,
so handsome and muscular.  Tony wondered briefly if he should grow a
moustache.  "Fuck Pete, you're turnin' me into your hot Italian
muscle-boy," he groaned out loud.

"Ha ha... Looks to me like you are doin' that all by yourself, stud."  Pete
came over and stood behind Tony, facing the mirror.  He brushed Tony's
hands away from the job he was doing teasing his own dick and replaced them
with his own big hands.  Tony's big hairy arms dropped to his sides and
Pete now gently tickled his knob and suckered him into his trap as Tony
watched it happen in the mirror.  "Yeaahhhh, a hot, macho, Italian
muscle-boy... that's what you are... Big arms, big legs, big chest, big
dick, yeah... it's all you can think about... all you need to think
about... 'cause you're just a musclehead punk with a stiff rod and an itchy
butt... I don't want ya thinkin' about anything else, okay stud?"

"Nnggghhh."

"Say it for me, handsome..."

"Gggguuuuhhh... I... I'm a musclehead with a stiff rod and an itchy
butt..."  "That you are.  It's all you are, and don't you forget it."

"Oh, man... you're makin' me... oh fuck... I'm a stiff-dicked
musclehead..."  "Good boy.  Now let's get movin'," Pete said as he rubbed a
hand across Tony's hard buttocks.  "Mark is here with some papers for you
to sign."

"Awww... fuck," Tony grunted as Pete led him out of the bathroom by his
hard dick.

Mark Farnbucher smiled when he saw Pete and Tony come into the kitchen.
The blond guy was not as built as Tony or Pete, but he clearly spent time
at the gym.  He walked over and wrapped his left hand around Tony's right
triceps.  With his right hand, he reached down and softly squeezed Tony's
tent pole.  Tony was shocked by the attentions of this stranger, but had
got himself too worked up to do anything but stand there and be
titillatingly groped by the realtor.  Mark took his hand off Tony's dick
and now had both hands squeezing Tony's upper arms.  "Man, Pete, you lucky
dog.  If you haven't gone and got yourself the hottest stud in the stable,"
Mark said.  He whistled appreciatively.

"Yup.  One hundred percent Italian musclehead.  A cop until yesterday, but
he's gonna be working for me now," said Pete.

Mark let go of Tony.  "Okay, well let's get these papers signed.  Buyers
like to get an early start on the weekend."

Pete guided Tony over to the table, where a sheath of papers were lying.

"Okay Tony," said Mark, "I need your John Hancock here, and here, and here,
and where I've marked it here on this last page."

Tony picked up the pen and stared down at the forms lying on the table.
"What is this?" he asked.

"It's the contract for the sale," said Pete, stepping up behind Tony and
softly caressing his firm butt cheeks through the cotton shorts.

"No way am I signin' that!"

Pete gently reached around and cupped Tony's full pecs in his hands.  He
softly massaged the two mounds, shrink-wrapped in Tony's favorite POLICE
t-shirt.  Pete's nimble fingers zeroed-in on Tony's nipples.

"Noh!  Oh no, Pete!"

"Yeah, pecslave, you're gonna sign..."

Oh man, fuck, shit..."

Mark chuckled and squatted down so he was eye-level with Tony's crotch.  He
reached out with his index finger and traced it around Tony's dick head.
Then he gently grabbed Tony's right wrist and moved the hand holding the
pen to the contract.  Mark helped Tony make the letters "To" and then let
go so Tony could finish the rest while he resumed tracing his finger of
that juicy Italian cop-knob.  In a daze of sexual titillation, Tony started
signing his name.  Mark snorted with laughter: "Heh heh, he's signing away
his property and his dick is dripping in his shorts, Pete.  Did you just
fuck his brains out, or didn't he have much there to begin with?"

"Hah... he's just naturally that way. I'll take care of the rest soon
enough though," Pete said.

Mark grinned and squeezed Tony's big hairy thigh with his left hand.
"Brainless beefcake.  Man, you know how to pick 'em."

Tony whimpered and reflexively stiffened the muscles in his legs.  He put
down the pen after he signed the last form.  Pete smiled at him as saw that
Tony was salivating.  "Save your spit, guy.  You're gonna need it later.
Heh heh..."

Mark let go of Tony's leg and stood up.  "Okay then, guys. I'll do my best
today.  With any luck there will be a few good punters.  You've done some
good work on the house Tony, and it's in a good neighborhood, so I'd say
the prospects for a quick sale are sunny."

Pete shook Mark's hand.  "Right buddy, we'll let you get to it.  You've got
my cell number if you need me."

"Right.  See ya," said Mark as he waved bye to Tony.

Tony's brain was in a fog as Pete led him out the door.  "Okay, are you
gonna be able to drive, dickbrain?" Pete asked with a smile.

Tony snapped to attention at the insult and frowned at Pete.  "I can
fuckin' drive.  Where're we goin'?"

"Get in your car and follow me," Pete said as he headed for his truck.

With traffic, it took about thirty minutes to get to Pete's house on the
edge of the suburbs.  Tony pulled in behind Pete and got out of his car to
look around.  Pete's house was new and modern, sitting on about a half-acre
of land.  "Nice, huh?  I haven't had time to do much with the landscaping
yet, but I wanna go for something kind of natural, not too manicured.  All
these trees provide nice shade and privacy from the road, so I wanna keep
'em.  Designed and built the house myself."

Tony didn't know much about architecture, but this seemed okay.  The house
was kind of geometric and boxy.  Lots of wood and glass.

"Not as classy as the old houses in the city, or those nice houses from the
20's and 30's like yours," Pete said, "but it's got good clean lines and
I've got everything laid out just the way I want it.  Come'on, your room is
waitin' for ya.  Let's get the truck unloaded."

Tony just frowned.  He had to find a way out of this mess.  Maybe go back
to the station on Monday and beg for his job?  Fuck, no way was he gonna
let them make him a gay poster-boy, though.  He had to come up with a plan,
and he was going to have to do it with Jason.  Two heads have gotta be
better than one, he figured.

Pete handed him the garbage bag full of his clothes and signalled for him
to follow.  When they entered through the back door, Tony saw that the
inside of the house was nice, uncomplicated.  Pete led him to a flight of
stairs going down to the basement.  There was a sort of rec room full of
things Tony didn't quite recognize and a hallway going off to the right.
Pete went down the hall and opened a door.  "Those are my projects back
there.  I'll show ya those later.  Meanwhile, here ya go, stud."  Tony
stepped inside the room.  Beige walls, beige industrial carpeting, a single
bed with a complicated looking metal frame.  Two windows high up on one
wall let in lots of light.  Tony wasn't sure, but it looked like the
curtains were made of cheap black patent leather or shiny plastic.  There
was a chest of drawers made of pine and painted black.  In the corner was
an overstuffed chair.  It looked old.  It was covered in red sparkly vinyl
or plastic of some sort, like it had come from some cheap 1960s nightclub
or strip joint.  There was a closet to the right.  Lots of framed pictures
hung on the walls - arty black-and-white photos of handsome muscular men
were on one wall.  On another were color photos of muscle-bound studs
sucking cocks, licking butts, getting fucked or just tied up in the most
complicated rope bondage Tony had ever seen.  The wall behind the chest of
drawers had row upon row of neatly framed drawings.  Pete said he had cut
them out of books.  Some seemed to be comic strips, Tony thought.  He was
kind of intrigued by those.  A lot were by some guy named Tom something or
other.  "Oh man," Tony gasped looking at those.  He felt his nuts churning
something major.  His dick started to stiffen and he felt horny all over.

"Fuck, why have I got a stiffie from lookin' at some fuckin' gay cartoons?"
he muttered to himself in frustration.

Pete put the boxes of Tony's possessions on the floor and whistled,
pointing upstairs.  "Let's get those file cabinets in here."

When only Tony's gym equipment remained to be brought in, Pete opened a
door next to Tony's new bedroom.  "This is our own gym, guy. When we add
your stuff, it will be set up for the two of us to workout together," Pete
said with a lascivious grin.

Tony's eyes were wide.  Pete already had a lot of equipment.  "Man, our own
gym... that is so cool," said Tony with boyish enthusiasm.  "Heck, you've
got a lot of great equipment here, Pete.  Damn, bro!"  Tony's eyes took in
the interlocking black rubbber mats that carpeted the room.  He got down on
one knee and felt the mats.  "Nice padding.  You really thought of
everything, dude."  He looked around the room and noticed more pictures on
the walls - pictures of fit guys working out.  Pete saw the direction of
Tony's gaze.  "They show guys working all the different muscle groups.  Got
'em out of various muscle magazines.  Good cheap wall decoration.  Look
over here, though..."  Tony stared for a minute and then gulped.  His dick
pulsed in his shorts and he thought he was going to blast a load in his
briefs.  On one entire wall, Pete had pasted pictures... of Tony.

"Recognize 'em?" Pete asked.

Tony's hands were clenching and unclenching.  The muscles in his arms were
twitching.

"I downloaded every picture from your website and printed 'em out.  Lemme
tell ya, I was buyin' new ink cartridges for my printer like every other
day.  Worth it though, huh?  Now when you work out, you can look at these
fuckin' hot photos of yourself horned out of your mind as you got tied-up
and teased, or sucked Tom and Rick's cocks like the musclehead slut you
are.  Look at these here... great shots of you squirmin with all kinds of
dildoes and fingers and feathers up your hot muscled ass.  See, this way,
you are gonna be workin' out, focusing on your big firm muscles, gettin'
all horny as you admire yourself and all the while, your brain will be
subliminally absorbing images of yourself in all kinds of helpless erotic
situations.  I'm bettin' that's gonna get you even more turned on and it
will forge a nice link in your mind between working your muscles, hot
sexual stimulation, and the humiliation of being controlled by another guy.
Every day you will be able to think about just how trapped you are and when
you look over here," Pete said as he pointed to another wall, "you'll see
photos of the guy who owns you."

Tony turned around and looked at the wall of photos of Pete.  In some, he
was at various construction sites in his workboots, jeans, yellow hard-hat
and shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the top of his biceps.  In others,
he was in his work-out gear.  In still others he was nude.  There were also
high-resolution close-up shots of various parts of Pete's body.  "Muscles,
a hard dick, lookin' at yourself all trapped, and lookin' at pictures of
the guy who's gonna keep ya that way.  It's all you are gonna be able to
think about, pal.  Ha ha ha!" Pete laughed.

"Naaaww fffuukkkkkk," Tony grunted.  "Shit, ya can't... awww
shhiiiiittt... I'm... you're... oh no!
Noooooohhhh... unnnggh... unngggh... oommphhh... oooohhhhhh..." Tony
groaned and whimpered as his big cock fired off blast after blast in his
shorts.  Pete came up to him and put one hand on Tony's thick neck and the
other on his crotch.  He turned Tony towards a full-length mirror.  Tony
looked at himself and Pete, taking in how good-looking and muscular they
were.  "That's it musclehead.  The first of many loads you are gonna be
shooting in this room," Pete whispered.  He pressed his hand into Tony's
crotch and began to spread the sticky gism all over Tony's sensitive dick
and hairy bull balls, pressing the goop into his briefs and shorts.  Tony
whimpered.  "Aaaaawwww, noooo, makin' me wear my own zesty Italian
dressing.  Oh that's fuckin' raunchy, man."

Pete was himself breathing heavily as he masturbated Tony back to slippery
hardness.  Tony felt Pete's chest leap and then looked in the mirror to see
Pete grimace as he tried to stop his own dick from pouring his slop into
his jeans.  Pete grunted.  He was too turned on.  His hard cock pulsed and
out it pumped.  "Ah... man oh man... I'm cummin'... in my new
jeans... ooohhhhhh."  He noticed that now Tony was grinning, but Pete was
unable to move.  He simply stood there with his mouth open firing his load
and mucking up his nice clean clothes.  "Damn, that wasn't supposed to
happen," he grunted when he was done.  Now I gotta go change."

Pete bolted out of the room and closed the door behind him.  Tony heard
what sounded like a lock.  He ran over and tested the door.  Sure enough,
Pete had locked him in.

"Hey!"  He pounded.  He looked down at his sticky shorts.  "Dammit!"  Tony
glanced around the room, looking for something he could use to wipe up the
mess in his briefs.  Unfortunately for him, there seemed to be nothing, not
even a towel.  With nothing else to do, Tony loaded up some weights and
began doing squats in front of the full-length mirror.  Every time he
lowered himself, his crotch tingled as he felt the wetness of his tight
shorts.  Within minutes he was rock hard again.


**********


Pete came back down looking more composed in a pair of khaki's.  He opened
the door to the gym and saw Tony on the weightbench with his hand down his
shorts.  Tony snapped his hand out and looked at Pete red-faced.  Pete
grinned.  "Come'on horndog.  We got somewhere to go."

On the way upstairs, Tony glanced again at the rec room.  Lots of things
made of wood and steel and vinyl.  He wondered what it all was.

"We'll take my truck," Pete said, directing Tony over to the passenger
seat.  As they pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road, neither
one noticed the car pulling into the road behind them from the overgrown
lot opposite Pete's house.

Half an hour later they were back in Tony's street.  Tony looked confused
and then concerned when he saw they were pulling into the Colonel's
driveway.  "What are we doing here?" he asked in a huff.

"I told ya, guy; we've got a busy day."

As they entered the house, Tony glanced across the street and saw a couple
of cars pulling up to his place.  "Shit," he muttered.

"Ah Mr. Dubrowski!  Pleased to see you," said Colonel Dudley, shaking
Pete's hand.

"Likewise, Colonel," said Pete.

Dudley gave Tony a quick devilish glance.  "Right this way, men.  We're
just out back," he said leading them through the screen door out to the
backyard.  Jason was doing pull-ups from the bars at the far end of the
lawn.  Tony noticed that he was not wearing the Colonel's special shorts,
just plain old gym shorts and running shoes.  He came over to the middle of
the yard at the Colonel's signal.  "Right, men.  As you know, the army is
built on discipline and endurance.  Mr. Dubrowski and I thought we would
see what you two are really made of.  Personally, I doubt that a couple of
cops have what it takes to be first-class soldiers."

"What?" said Jason.  "You gotta be kidding me!"

Dudley gave a sharp look in Jason's direction.

"Uh, um... kidding me, SIR!" Jason corrected himself but chafed at having
to do it in front of Tony.  "We, uh, we go through rigorous training at the
Police Academy and you know perfectly well that Martino and I are top-notch
specimens of manhood... sir."  Jason's enormous ego was clearly still bent
out of shape after yesterday's series of humiliations.  His bravado,
however, was hugely appealing to Tony's frustrated pride, so he echoed
Jason's protestations.

Dudley smirked: "Let's put it to the test then, shall we gentlemen?"

"Piece'a cake, whatever it is, man," said Tony showing he was every bit as
macho as Jason.  No way was he going to be bested by O'Reilly where gung-ho
manliness was concerned.

"Right.  Officer Martino, or should I say 'f-o-r-m-e-r" Officer Martino,"
said Dudley with a grin, "lay down on your back, right here, facing the
house."

Tony, pissed off by Dudley's remark, stomped over to the indicated spot on
the lawn.  Two seconds later, Jason was laying in the same position about
five feet away from him.

"So far, so good.  I am impressed you two have managed this much," teased
Dudley.  "Now, you will notice that each of you is flanked by four wooden
stakes.  Stretch your hands and your feet as far as you can towards each of
those stakes.  Good."

Tony and Jason were now laying spread eagle on the lawn.  The Colonel went
over to the iron patio table on the little concrete terrace at the back of
the house, and picked up a brown paper bag.  When he came back over, he
handed several strands of rope to Pete and kept some for himself.

Tony and Jason looked at each other, knowing what was coming.  Jason spoke
up, "You're going to tie us down on the lawn?  This is the army's idea of
endurance?"

"Tony chuckled, "Hey, it's for guys who couldn't get into the police force.
Ha ha!"

The Colonel smiled as he set about firmly tying Jason's wrists and ankles
with the soft rope to the sturdy posts hammered into the ground.  Jason
turned his head to wherever the Colonel was working and watched the skill
with which his wrists and then ankles were firmly secured.  The coils of
rope around his wrists were pulled towards the stakes about a foot away,
where they were tied in tight knots.  Once Dudley had finished with the
wrists, he ran his hands up and down Jason's muscular hairy arms.  His
fingers twirled in teasing strokes that made Jason's fingers curl upwards.
"Such beautiful arms, my boy..." uttered Dudley, salivating.

Jason flexed his biceps and watched anxiously as the Colonel's fingers
moved closer to his bushy sweaty armpits.  Dudley enjoyed watching the
macho cop's head turn from side to side to see his upper arms tormented.

"It looks like your pits are cooking up quite a sweat in this hot
sunshine... or perhaps it is just the excitement of wondering what my
fingers might do to those sensitive, aromatic cavities.

Jason whimpered.  His untethered legs were gently kicking on the grass.
"As shit, sir, please don't tease my pits... unngh."

"As you wish," said Dudley with a grin.  He stood up and walked down to
Jason's feet, where he began binding the stud's hairy ankles.  Once Jason
was splayed out in an "X" formation, Dudley kneeled down between his legs
and began stroking his hands up and down Jason's thighs, enjoying the
twitching of the muscles.  When his hands drifted onto Jason's shorts and
began caressing the stud's slowly lengthening dick, Dudley giggled at the
way Jason gritted his teeth.

Tony was watching from the side as his wrists were firmly tied up, followed
by his ankles.

When Pete and Dudley were done, the Colonel spoke up: "Now, men, try to get
out of those ropes."

Jason and Tony looked at each other annoyed and frustrated.  Tony wanted to
think of some way to irritate Pete and the Colonel.  It was Jason who came
up with an idea, however.  He made a halfhearted and clearly phoney effort
to tug at the ropes, as if he were not in the least bothered by his
predicament.  He spoke up with a theatrical voice: "Oh no, Tony, we are all
tied down by the nasty villians.  Gee what are we going to do?"

Tony continued the charade: "Golly, Jason, you are so right!  We can't let
them get away with this.  We have to save the country from the hands of
these evildoers!  Ha ha ha!"

"Shucks, Tony, you said it, but how are we going to get free?  Hee hee hee
hee," Jason laughed.

"Well," Tony continued the play-acting, "we'll just have to..." and then
his voice changed as he shouted for real... "PULL THE DAMN STAKES OUTTA THE
GROUND!  UNGHH!!!!"

Tony gave a massive jerk with both of his muscle-bound arms, expecting to
yank the wooden stakes right out of the lawn, thereby spoiling the
Colonel's little game.  Instead, "Ungh, ungh, ungh... FUCK!"  The stakes
were not budging.  Jason was trying the same with no luck.  Dudley and Pete
were buckling over in laughter as the two studs struggled to get free,
tugging on the ropes and grinding their butts into the gound.  Their limbs
were stretched tight enough that that was about all the movement they could
make other than wriggling their hands and feet.

The Colonel was still laughing when he said loudly to Pete, "Mr. Dubrowski,
ha ha, I don't think this bodes well for our dick-brained recruits."

Pete laughed.  "It's a wonder these two ever solved a crime!"

"You rotten bastards!" Tony shouted.  "What have you got planned for us?"
HUH?"

Dudley looked at the pair of stretched out hunks and told them to save
their strength.  "Those stakes are about three feet long.  There is only a
foot showing above the ground.  In your present tautly splayed positions,
you will not be able to yank the remaining two feet from the ground.  You
will notice that there is a flared head at the top of each stake, so don't
waste your time trying to slide your ropes up and over.  HA HA!"

Jason and Tony examined the stakes and realized Dudley was telling the
truth.  "Dammit," grumbled Jason.  "We really are securely splayed!"

"Ungh," grunted Tony as he kept trying to get free all the same.

The Colonel positively squirmed in delight: "Time to see what you are made
of boys."  He dug back into the paper bag and pulled out two pairs of
sunglasses.  He carefully put them onto Jason and Tony, shielding their
eyes from the bright rays of the sun.  Rubbing his hands together in glee,
he announced, "You two delicious-looking specimens of machismo shall be
spending the afternoon working on your tans out here in the yard.  We will
start with your front and then turn you over and bronze your backsides
nicely.  We want you looking your best for the party tonight."  As the
Colonel reached into the bag again, he continued, "Of course, you are both
already quite nicely tanned, so for the most part, this will just be a
refresher.  However," he said as he pulled out two pairs of scissors, "the
real point of today's fun is to get you tanned all over..."  Dudley and
Pete opened and closed the scissors, making snipping noises.

"HUH?" said Tony and Jason together as they watched Pete and Dudley cut off
their clothes.  Jason had nothing on under his shorts, so his stripping was
done quickly.  As Dudley pulled off Jason's running shoes, Tony watched
Pete cut away his police-issue t-shirt.  "Unh..." he whimpered as he saw
the scissors turn the garment to shreds.  When Pete started cutting away
his shorts and then his briefs, Tony looked over at Jason and said in a
panicky voice, "Their gonna tan our crotches, dude."

"And your hairy asses," said Pete with a chuckle. "No more unsightly tan
lines for you boys."

Jason looked down at his crotch and then watched Tony's come into view.
Second's later and Pete was slipping off Tony's sneakers.  He then squatted
down between the two guys and ran his hands across their hairy chests,
lightly rubbing and squeezing, then scratching their juicy-looking nipples
until he had them both grunting and their cocks beginning to firm up.
  
"Argh..." grunted Jason as he raised his head to see his hard cock
quivering at attention.  Dudley laughed.  "You get so hard, soooo easily,
soldier.  You really have no control over your big juicy dick, do
you... hee hee hee."  Jason grimaced.  "I... I... aw fuck... sir.

"Hee hee... I know boy, I know.  It's so hard for you to think about
anything but your muscles and your dick.  Just the way it should be,
soldier.  You are coming along nicely...  very very nicely, wouldn't you
agree?" Dudley said as he ran a finger up and down the tender underside of
Jason's stiff pole.

"Umph... yeah, man... sir... yeah, nicely... you're trainin' me up real
nicely... shit."

"That's why you are a muscle-boy dicklicker, just like it says on your arm,
right?"

Jason's eyes were closed and his mouth hung open.  Having his nipples and
dick teased simultaneously was destroying his concentration.

"Yeah... I'm a muscled-up dicklicker, sir," Jason said before spluttering,
"HUH?"  He watched the Colonel pull a clear plastic zip-lock bag out of his
pocket.  Dudley opened the bag and withdrew what looked like a long brown
shoelace.

"This is rawhide leather, soldier.  I soaked it in my piss overnight and
sealed it up in this bag to keep it moist.  What I am going to do now is
tie it around your big hard dick and the top of your plump balls.  You are
going to enjoy it.  It will help keep your dick from softening and will
restrict the flow of jism coming out of your hairy nutsack.  But the real
fun will only begin in about half an hour or so."

"What do you mean?" asked a nervously aroused Jason.

"Well, solider, it's like this... When the leather begins to dry in this
hot sun, it will shrink.  The coils around your dick and balls will
gradually tighten, squeezing your meat."

"Oh noooh!"

"Of course, part of being a good soldier is knowing how to use whatever
weapons you have to hand.  You can't stop the tightening, but you can slow
it down if you keep the leather moist.  Now, how are you going to do that
in your staked-out position, my fine army stud?"

Jason swallowed and tried to concentrate.  As he looked at his hard dick he
came up with an idea.  "Dammit!  There's nothing I can do
except... maybe... piss on myself!"

"Ha ha ha ha!  That's right, soldier, you could try that.  It might be kind
of difficult since you will be loosing fluid through your sweat in this
sun.  Since you won't be able to touch your dick and direct the flow, what
happens if you just fountain all over the place, but only a little bit
drips down your dick?  You might have to wait a long time to piss again."

"Cripes," said Jason, frowning.  "What other way is th....  Oh
fuck... I... I..."

"Yes, soldier?  Any bright ideas?  Hee hee."

"If I, uh, try to shoot my load, sir... my, uh, my cream will drizzle out
and down my big stiff shaft, keeping the strap lubricated, I think..."

"Bravo, soldier, bravo!  Perhaps, you stand a better chance out here than I
gave you credit for?  Question is, how are you going to start yourself
dripping?"  "Aw man, sir, you could rub my dick!"

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, come'on do it, geeze, rub my hot dick Colonel."

"My my my, Jason O'Reilly begging another man to rub his dick.  Priceless!"

Jason's face turned red at the realization of how he'd just humiliated
himself.  "Unfortunately for you, my hairy-chested soldier-boy slave, I
shall be doing no such thing."

"Fuck, man!  How am I supposed to get started then, huh?"

"Language, soldier!"

"Aw heck... sorry... sir," said Jason squirming in his tautly pulled
bindings on the itchy grass.

"There's a good boy," said Dudley.  He grinned with the knowledge that
Jason hated being called "boy" and sure enough he saw the beefy hunk's
muscles tighten and bristle momentarily.

Dudley stood up and said, "I suppose you will just have to think of
something to get the juices flowing.  Perhaps consider the helplessness of
your current situation?  All your big hairy muscles pulled tight by ropes
keeping you fixed in my backyard with the hot sun blazing down on you,
darkening your sexy tan and causing the leather to tormentingly squeeze
your hard shaft?"

Jason raised his head and looked down his splayed out body.  His muscles
twitched.

"Or perhaps, turn your head to your pal over there?"

Jason looked over at Tony who was giving his muscles a workout as he
continued straining against his bonds.

"Such a spectacular example of Italian masculinity... square-jawed and
thick necked," Dudley teased.  "Big perfectly proportioned muscles like
yours; those stiff nipples capping firm, mounded, hairy pectorals... the
slow rise and fall of his tight hairy abs, the helpless flexing of biceps,
triceps, quadriceps... those firm buttocks grinding into the grass..."

Tony, himself, couldn't help overhearing the description of his body.  His
fingers and toes wriggled as he let out a loud moan: "OOOHHHHH, GEEEZE."

The Colonel chuckled and directed Jason's attention to Tony's dick.  "Why,
I do believe that your dick-brained partner is already starting the steady
climb to a 'drippy' afternoon!"

Jason grunted as he watched Tony's dick slowly rise.

"Yes, there we go... see that little pearl of tangy gism just now bubbling
out of Martino's cock?  Think about that... think about how much you want
to lick it... to suck on that big Italian salami and drain that macho
musclehead of his manly juices."

Jason whimpered and heard Dudley giggle.  He looked down to see that his
stiff rod had started to slowly leak sticky goo down his hard glassy
cock-cap, faintly tickling the sensitive surface.  "This can't be
happening," he complained.  "Ya got me drippin' while thinking about
sucking the cock of a muscle-stud like myself.  Shit, I... I'm really
becomin' a cocksucker... a cocksucker with big hairy muscles under your
total control!"

"I am glad to see you admitting what really turns you on," said the Colonel
with his hands on his hips.  He reached into his left pocket and pulled out
another zip-lock bag with a leather strap for Tony.  He tossed it to Pete.
The young construction company boss said "Thanks Colonel!" with a song in
his voice.  Now it was Tony's turn to whimper as he watched Pete's big
hands neatly twine the leather strap around his family jewels.  Tony was
mesmerized and kept his head raised to look down at his dick even after
Pete had finished tying it up.  Pete laughed and flicked the hard rod,
causing Tony to hiss slightly and drop his head back to the ground.

"Okay, dimwits, have a good afternoon, heh heh heh," Pete said as he stood
up.  He and the Colonel headed back to the house.

"Wait!" shouted Jason.  "We need suntan lotion, or we'll fuckin' roast!"

The Colonel looked back and said, "Endurance!  Endurance my succulent
musclemen!  Ha ha ha!"

"Oh fuck, man!" grunted Jason.

Pete stopped at the sliding glass door and turned around.  "Oh yeah, Tony,
we've been so busy, guy, that I forgot to mention that I went through your
address book and looked up your brother.  Gave him a call yesterday, big
man.  He should be here anytime, now.  Ha ha ha!"

Tony froze temporarily and then shouted back, "YOU WHAT?  Pete, tell me you
did not call my fuckin' little bro!  No way can I have him seein' me like
this!"

"Heh heh, you are in quite a pickle, buddy, because I did call him and he
will see ya... just like this.  It's gonna be a blast... for him.  Wonder
what he'll do once he sees that he's got you in his hands?"

"NO, MAN!  HE'LL FUCKIN' RUIN ME!"

"All part of the plan, muscle-boy... all part of the plan..." chuckled Pete
as he headed indoors.

Tony tugged frantically at the ropes, grunting and growling, but getting
nowhere.  "Shit!  We're really stuck!  Jase, if my brother sees us... who
knows what that shithead perv will do!"

"What d'ya mean, dude?  He's your bro; he'll get us out of here," said
Jason.

"You don't know my brother, man.  He's gay!" said Tony anxiously.  "Helpin'
real men like us is the last thing that fucker is gonna do!"

"Awwww fuck... it's like every day we just get deeper and deeper into this
fuckin' trap," complained Jason.

"Listen," whispered Tony, "we gotta talk.  Things are gettin' fuckin'
crazy, dude.  Have ya seen what's goin' on over at my place?  Pete's put my
damn house up for sale.  There are people there looking at it right now,
man!  This morning, that bastard moved me out to his place on the edge of
town.  He's got a whole fuckin' set-up out there.  It's like a little
prison where he's gonna make me spend all my time workin' out and thinkin'
about sex with muscle-studs like us!"

"Oh, is that right?" Jason said sarcastically.  "Gee, I can't imagine what
that's gonna be like!"

Tony grunted.  "Yeah, I know, sorry, man, but we gotta stick together now
or we are gonna be in deep shit."

"I know, I know, dude..." grunted a struggling Jason.

Tony continued, "Who the fuck else are we gonna get help from?  It's just
me and you, pal.  We gotta come up with a plan and now may be our only
chance.  I mean, at least they didn't gag us with our shorts or somethin',
ya know?"

Jason tugged at the ropes and raised his head to look at Tony.  "Okay, got
any ideas?"

"Naw, dude.  That's why we gotta think together," said Tony.

Jason rolled his eyes and let his head drop back to the ground.
"Ouch... fuck, okay, start thinking..."

"Yeah, okay, dude.  There has gotta be somethin' we can do.  Maybe we can
get the guys at the station to help?  Make 'em realize we were set up?"

Jason and Tony heard laughing coming from inside the house.

"Shit, who's here?" Jason said.  He was feeling hot and sweaty all over as
he slowly baked in the sun.

Tony cocked his ear to see if he could hear what was going on inside.  He
raised his head and looked towards the house.  "I don't know who it is,
dude, but I think they are coming back here.  Maybe it's the damn party
that asshole Dudley was talkin' about.  Probably a bunch of his faggot
friends from the army or somethin... ohhh nooo... noooo noooo noooo..."

Tony's voice was cracking.  Jason looked over at him.  "Fuck, what is it?"
Tony's head was still raised, looking towards the house.  Not a sound was
coming from his mouth.  Jason raised his head to see what Tony was looking
at and saw two guys approaching, one with a clear resemblance to Tony.

 "Man, are you the fuckin' fag brother?" spat Jason.

"Whoa, big boy, watch the smart mouth," said the guy nearer to Jason.  He
had curly brown hair, jeans and sandals, and was barechested, with his
shirt slung back over his shoulder.  Jason quickly appraised him - trim,
athletic, but not muscular like himself.  Kind of on the pretty side.

The guy spoke up: "My name's Adam and this is Nick."

Jason looked at this Nick guy.  He was basically the same height as his
friend, but bigger, more muscular.  The way his chest filled out his
t-shirt, he clearly worked out a few times a week.  He wasn't as big as
Tony, but he clearly made some effort at the gym.  He kept his
brownish-black hair short and stylish.

"So what do you punks want?" asked Jason.

Nick spoke up.  "Got a phone call yesterday, saying I'd find something real
interesting here in the early afternoon.  And, indeed, I have.  How's it
hangin' bro?" Nick said to Tony.

Tony let his head drop back onto the lawn.

Nick chuckled.  "No need to answer.  I can see for myself.  You always did
have a knack for gettin' yourself in sticky situations... ha ha ha.  What
happened?  Lose a bet?"

Tony groaned at the memory of what his brother and his fag friend had done
to him in high school, but his dick twitched before everyone's eyes.

Nick laughed.  "Long time no see... still the same old horny stud, huh?"

Jason looked up at the two guys.  "Come'on... get us out of here, guys."

Nick and Adam laughed.  "No can do," said Nick.  "That doesn't suit me at
all.  Unh unh.  I don't know what your story is, mister, but my big bro,
here, is looking hot all tied up like that.  In fact, same goes for you.
What do you think, Adam?"

Adam came around to Jason's side and squatted down.  "Well, Nick, I see an
afternoon's entertainment, spread out like a buffet."  He ran his hand
across Jason's tight hairy abs, caressing every muscle and fluffing the
staked-out stud's clipped pubes.

"Tony!" shouted Jason, "Shit, you weren't fuckin' kiddin'!  We're all tied
down in front of two gay guys!  They could, like, totally have their way
with us..."

Tony spoke up: "Nick, bro, what the fuck?  Come'on man.  I'm your brother.
Get us out of here, dammit!"  He tugged on the ropes stretching his arms
out to the wooden stakes.

Nick laughed.  He kneeled down between Tony's legs.  "Get you out of here?
I already said that is not gonna happen, bro.  This is just waaaaay too
good.  Ya know, I always wondered about you - all that time working out,
building up your kick-ass body.  Man, you always were so damn good-lookin'.
When you lost that bet it was the bomb for Adam and me.  Man, we loved
drivin' you nuts out at the lake.  Thing is, I remember how hard you got
when I tied you to your weightbench.  You fuckin' loved it, man.  I didn't
know if you were really into guys doing guy stuff like that, but I at least
figured you understood where I was comin' from so I could count on you when
I told mom and pops about me and Adam.  Boy, was I wrong, huh?" Nick said
as he ran his hands up and down Tony's immobilized thighs.  Tony's legs
twitched at the teasing touches, but they were too tightly stretched by the
ropes for him to do anything.

"Shit, cut it out you little punk," growled Tony.

Nick flexed his biceps.  "Not so little anymore, bro."

Tony stared appreciatively at his brother's developing musculature.  Nick
laughed.  "I'm gettin' you turned on, aren't I?  Ha ha.  So, listen, Tony,
how come you didn't say anything when the 'rents had a fit about me?  Huh?
No, instead, you were like the cat who got the cheese when they gave you
that money to help you buy your house - the money that I was supposed to
get to go to college until pops decided I needed to get a real job and
become a 'man'.  That all worked out pretty well for you, didn't it?"

"Get your hands off me you fuckin' faggot!  Seems to me things worked out
good enough for you!"

"Well, bro, it's just biology.  You know how you are always gonna be bigger
than me, no matter how much I lift... well, I am always gonna be smarter
than you.  Not that I feel like that is any particular achievement, but
yeah, it's meant that I have managed to get myself started on a pretty good
career path.  Unlike you, I hear... fired!  Ha ha ha.  Wait till I tell
pops.  Fuck that, wait till I tell EVERYONE."

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me dickhead," said Nick.  He was now straddling Tony's lap.  His
hands were slowly teasing their way up Tony's abs to his big hairy pecs and
jutting man-tits.

Tony was writhing in pleasure and humiliation.  He wanted to jerk on the
ropes and buck his brother off his chest, but his muscles wouldn't
cooperate, the same way they wouldn't do what he wanted them to back when
Nick and Adam jerked him off at the lake.

"Yeah, butt boy... the first person I'm gonna talk to is that big guy
indside, the one with the thick moustache.  He seems to be in charge of the
sale of your house across the street.  I'll be telling him where most of
that money came from - mom and pops.  He seems like a good guy so I'm
betting he will return that money to them rather than you.  I'll make sure
to plant that idea in his mind, okay?  Ha ha...  Bet you didn't think about
that, did you?  That's gonna screw you up nicely.  Then, I'm going to talk
to pops, tell him about the house, about you getting fired for messing
around with another guy on police time, and I'm gonna show him the
pictures."

"What pictures?" Tony spat.

"The one's I'm gonna take with this camera," Nick said as he pulled his
digital camera from his backpack.

"Oh fuck!"

Nick chuckled.  "Shit, is pops ever gonna be furious.  He'll put me back in
his and mom's will.  You, of course, will be taken out.  You know what a
foul-tempered s-o-b he is.

Tony groaned and licked his lips as he raised his head to watch his brother
play with his studly man-tits.  "Oh shit, Nick, my tits... you're fuckin'
usin' 'em against me, makin' me get all hard and horny... fuck, you gotta
stop, brooohhh... NO... NO, not my hairy pits too!  Dude,
no... nnaaaaaawwwwww..."  Tony squirmed as his brother pushed all his
buttons, gently turning him back into the stupid muscle-toy Nick and Adam
had made him in high school.

Nick and Tony heard a groan beside them and turned to see Jason getting his
chest licked by Adam.  The big stud was squirming helplessly as Adam sucked
his nipples and then licked in a straight line from his collarbone to his
pubes.  Nick laughed.  "Way to go Adam!  Put that guy in his place.  Turn
him into a helpless slut.  Hey, maybe we can tie him to the coffee table as
the centerpiece for some of our parties!"

Adam looked up grinning.  "Great idea Nick; we'll film it too as he gets
licked, sucked, and fucked by dozens of guys!"

"Ohhhh nooooo..." Jason moaned.  "I'll be the fucking town slut..."

"Town GAY slut," Adam corrected as he resumed licking just under Jason's
pectoral ridge.

"Ooohhh damn... right on the underside of my big pecs.  Fuck, years of
working out so some faggot could use my hot muscles against me!
Oooohhhhhhh..."

Nick laughed.  "You'll have company, stud.  My brother will be there with
you."  Nick looked back at Tony, whose tongue was practially hanging out of
his mouth as Nick rubbed the crotch of his shorts up and down Tony's stiff
dick.

"Now, where were we... oh yeah, spreading the good news about you being gay
too," he said as he stuck out his tongue and swirled it around Tony's left
nipple.  Nick raised his head from Tony's chest and smiled.  You know what
would be fun, bro?  How's about I send the pics I am gonna take of you
today to all your old buddies from school.  I should be able to find their
e-mail addresses without too much trouble.  Man, are they gonna have a
laugh."

"Naaawww... you wouldn't..." Tony whined as he ground his increasingly
itchy buttocks into the grass.  "You won't get away with this Nick.  The
guys will know you set me up or somethin'."

"Yeah, 'or somethin', hee hee... that's right.  Big Tony Martino
overpowered by his little gay brother...  Think again, stud.  Your old
buddies are not gonna believe that for a minute.  They are gonna think you
let me do this.  I'll tell 'em you begged to be taken down by me, that this
is what you've dreamed about forever 'cause it turns you on big-time.  And
I'll tell 'em about high school too... those numbers we wrote on your
arm...  Dude they are gonna see all the pieces of the puzzle falling into
place!"

"Shit!  Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

"Are you getting the picture bro?  Everyone in this town is going to know
what you are - a big gay musclehead who can't keep his job.  About the only
career option left for you will be that of local studly rent-boy.  Maybe if
you're good to me, I'll see if I can get you a job in the gay porn
business.  Ha ha ha!  I'll pocket the proceeds myself, of course.  Maybe
I'll be able to get that college degree after all, with you payin' for it!

"Okay, now that you know what is going to happen to you, let's get down to
business.  It's been seven years since I gave you a full-body tongue bath.
This one will go on until my tongue drops off, starting with your pits and
biceps... I know how proud you are of your arms.  Think how degraded you
are gonna feel when your dick starts to leak because your arms are getting
shellacked in your own brother's spit."

For the next hour, Tony and Jason writhed in the sun as their bodies were
teased with wet tongues and scrabbling fingers.  Nick would stop now and
then to take pictures, including some with he and Adam sticking their
fingers up Tony and Jason's spasming buttholes.  He got pictures of Tony
and Jason dripping their loads up onto their own chests.  Nick took
pictures of Adam squirting his juice in Jason's face and Adam took pictures
of Nick's dick blasting a load on Tony's face and down his throat.  Tony
and Jason were outraged when Nick and Adam lifted up their heads from
behind so the two hunks could see their stiff dicks coated in their own
sticky juices.

"Sheesh, man, this is some crazy shit, but at least we kept those straps
moist, Jase!" said Tony.

Jason pondered this and said, "Yeah, I guess there is that Tony, but dam we
look like a pair of idiots."

Eventually, Pete and the Colonel came back outside.  "Nice to see everyone
enjoying the weather," Dudley commented.  "Time to turn these two over I
think for a little sun on their backsides."

Tony and Jason were in a sexual haze as the four guys manhandled each of
them onto their stomachs and retied their wrists and ankles.  Adam asked
the Colonel if he could fuck Jason's ass.  Jason started squirming like
mad, but stopped when he heard the Colonel say that both men's butts were
off limits for the time being.

"Not even a dildo?" complained Nick.

The Colonel thought for a minute, but said no.  "However, I do have an
idea," he said winking at the two young men.  He returned with something
neither Nick nor Adam recognized.  As Adam twirled the object around in his
fingers, Jason looked back.  "NO!  Fuck man, not that.  Don't give me an
itchy ass!"

Adam looked at Dudley and said, "What?  It's itching powder?"

Dudley nodded.

Adam and Nick looked at each other and high-fived.

Jason squirmed.  With his legs spread wide, he couldn't defend his ass.
Adam leaned down and licked all over the two solid hairy mounds while Nick
did the same to Tony.  When the two fired-up cops were grinding their dicks
into the grass from having their butts involuntarily worshipped, Adam held
the nozzle to Jason's tight hole and squeezed the rubber ball:
pffffffttttt, pffffffttttt, pffffffttttt, pffffffttttt.

"AHHHHHH," Jason whimpered as he felt the blast of air dust his clenching
pucker with powder.

By the time Nick started puffing the powder in and around Tony's ass, Jason
was flexing his gluteous muscles like his life depended on it.  Tony was
soon doing the same, but had it worse since he had never experienced the
powder before.

Nick, Adam, Pete and the Colonel all burst into laughter at the devilish
torment of the two muscle-studs.

"Ah shit Tony," Jason grunted, "this is how he turns ya into a pussy.
You'll do anything to get that itch up your butt scratched... ohhhh
fuck..."

Nick went and crouched down in front of Tony's face.  "That's it, flex all
those big hairy muscles, nimrod.  Think about what I told you, and squirm.
Man, am I happy to see you brought down.  I always suspected you were just
a musclehead waiting for the right guy to come along and take control of
you.  Have fun grinding your dick into the grass.  You were always so proud
of your 'stud sauce' or whatever you called it, and now it's just leaking
into the ground.  As soon as I talk to your buddy, I'm out of here to start
the ball rolling in 'Operation Tony Martino Goes Down'.  Bye-bye butt-boy.
Maybe I'll see you in one of those gay dungeons down in the warehouse
district."

"Noooooooooooooo..." Tony whimpered, thinking back to how all his troubles
started down in a warehouse basement.  Two seconds later he was grinding
his dick into the grass as the memories of Rick and Tom tormenting him in
that barber's chair came flooding back into his mind.

"Ahhhhhhhh... butt... boy... d... damn... my ass... my... my dick... my
muscles... fuck..."

Pete and the Colonel left Tony and Jason out in the backyard for another
forty-five minutes to get some sun on their butts and to let the powerful
itch up their asses turn their brains to mush.  The two young guys could do
nothing by grind their hard-ons into the ground as they clenched their
butts and flexed the muscles in their tautly stretched arms and legs.  By
the time Pete and Dudley returned to untie them, Tony and Jason were like a
couple of rutting pigs.  Upon standing up, they started to rub some feeling
back into their limbs and then both men grabbed onto their hard dicks,
trying to untie the leather straps while simultaneously massaging their
throbbing organs.  After watching them fiddle with the leather in
frustration, the Colonel and Pete, gave them a hand, then ushered the two
downstairs to Jason's bathroom, where they were told to take a shower.

"I suspect that enema bag might look a bit more appealing now to you
itchy-assed recruits," laughed Dudley.

"Hell yeah!" Jason grunted as he made a beeline for the shower stall.
"Just hurry it up, man," Tony said to him, hopping from foot to foot, not
wanting to stick a finger up his but to soothe the mind-bending tickling
sensations.

Once both guys were sitting on Jason's bed looking a little refreshed with
towels wrapped around their waists, they looked at each other in
frustration.

"Dang, man," whispered Tony, "that itch up my butt made it so hard to
think.  All that time out there and we didn't come up with a plan for
gettin' outta this mess."

"I know, dude.  That's how they want it.  Those bastards know how to keep
our minds totally focused on whatever they want us to think about so we
have no chance to concentrate on a way to shake this shit," said Jason.

At that moment, Dudley and Pete came into Jason's cell and told them it was
time to workout for a bit in order to get the blood fully circulating
again.  Jason and Tony looked at each other as if confirming their recent
conversation.  They were each given a pair of gym shorts.  Pete decided to
join them.  For the next hour the three worked out with the weights in
Dudley's basement.  During that time, only Jason was vaguely aware of the
possibility that Dudley was filming them via the small cameras he kept
hidden around the large room.  At this point, Jason figured, it made no
difference to his situation, but it crossed his mind that somehow it might
be useful to get back at Pete somwhere down the road.  So far as he could
tell, the Colonel seemed to regard Pete as merely useful, although Jason
had noticed that Dudley's eyes seemed to drink in Pete's wholesome-looking
face and hot body.

When all three guys were pumped and sweaty, the Colonel appeared back
downstairs with two large plastic shopping bags.  He cocked an eyebrow and
grinned as he took in the sight of manly perfection presented to him.  He
briefly mused to himself that, alas, all three would be too much to handle.
"Officers, I have some treats for you," said Dudley as he handed a bag to
Jason and Tony each.  "Our uniforms!" exclaimed Tony upon looking inside
the bag.  He pulled the clothing out and looked at it.  "It's just about
everything, except our badges and guns and stuff like that."

Jason looked confused.  He suspected a trick of some sort.

Dudley instructed the guys to put on their uniforms.  He had provided clean
briefs and socks.

"Ending your careers as police officers in this fine city is a momentuous
event, worthy of commemoration.  You should, naturally, be looking your
finest for the little party in your honor tonight," Dudley said with a hint
of salaciousness that made Jason kind of anxious and horny at the same
time.

When Jason and Tony were once again in full regalia, they stood in front of
the large mirror and admired themselves.

"Man, it's good to be back in my blues," said Tony.

"Yeah, man," breathed Jason and he turned slowly in front of the mirror to
appraise himself from all angles.

The two young cops looked themselves over, from their spit-polished shoes
to their snug, form-fitting trousers and their tight shirts.  Neither man's
shirt buttoned up more than half-way.  Tony couldn't resist running his
hand across his exposed dark hairy chest.  In the mirror he saw Jason
flexing the muscles in his upper arms, testing the strength of the
constricting short-sleeves.  Tony tightly closed his lips and expelled a
large puff of air through his nose as he felt his dick start to harden in
his pants.  The Colonel stepped over and put Jason and Tony's caps on their
heads, pushing them back a bit high up on their foreheads for effect.

"Heh," he grunted, "that is just the right look for you two... adds a sexy
boyish cluelessness to your cheesy erotic uniforms.  Wouldn't you agree,
Mr. Dubrowski?"

Pete blushed feeling a little stupid himself as the Colonel saw him
standing there gently rubbing his dick through his shorts.  "Uh,
yeah... yeah, that's good," he choked out while quickly trying to figure
out how he was going to reinstate his embarassed authority in the room.  He
made an effort to let go of his dick, cleared his throat, and walked over
to Tony.  He ran his fingers along the chain around Tony's neck and watched
the handsome Italian's mouth drop open.  Pete leaned in to whisper, "Ya
likin' bein' in that uniform again, Mr. Policeman?"

Standing right behind Tony, he ran his hands up the young cop's muscular
hairy arms.  Tony's Adam's Apple bobbed as he felt the squeezing and
tickling on his arms and watched Pete's hands climb towards his shoulders
in the mirror's reflection.  Pete then rubbed the shoulders as if working
away Tony's tension.  His hands then dropped forward down Tony's chest,
squeezing the pectoral muscles and then sliding under the open panels of
Tony's shirt to scratch his nipples.

"Gettin' ya all heated up in your uniform, big guy..." breathed Pete.

"Nnnnyyuunngghh," gurgled a paralyzed Tony as he swallowed his spit.

The Colonel looked on with a grin.  "Good idea, Dubrowski.  A little warm
up before the show..." he said as he sauntered over to Jason.

Jason sprung around quickly and put his hands up.  "Nuh uh!  You're not
playing with me in my uniform..."

Dudley smiled broadly.  "Oh, I'll be doing much more than that to you in
your uniform, my hunky cop."  He reached out his hands to Jason's chest.
Jason backed away with the Colonel in slow pursuit until finally his back
was up against the wall.  The Colonel held up his hands and twiddled his
fingers in the air while laughing.  "Oh my, that big chest is looking
awfully vulnerable."  Jason swallowed and tried to push the Colonel's hands
away, but it was a feeble effort.  His balls were already churning at the
mere thought of his nipples getting twiddled.  Somehow the fact that the
"twiddler" was this older perv only made Jason hornier and weaker.  He was
already half-hard and when the Colonel's fingertips reached his bulging
biceps and tickled with feathery-light touches, Jason's arms just slowly
dropped to his sides.

"That's it soldier-boy.  You just stand at attention and let your superior
officer get you all hot and bothered."

Jason whimpered as Dudley teased his upper arms and then watched as the
Colonel's hands made their way up to his shoulders and then down the front
of his open shirt.  When Dudley lightly pinched the pair of stiff jutting
nipples, Jason groaned and felt his knees weaken.

Dudley looked over at Pete and Tony.  "What do you say, Dubrowski?  Time to
put our studly cop toys in place for the evening?"

Pete's eyes brightened.  "Yeah, Colonel, I'd say they're ready."

The two cops were pushed into the center of the basement.

"Look at your dicks, boys.  Awfully hard in your uniform trousers aren't
they?" said Dudley.

"I bet that feels real nice, huh, stud?" said Pete as he let his hand slide
over Tony's firm trouser-trapped meat.

Tony and Jason looked down at their crotches like they were seeing them for
the first time.

"How do they fuckin' do it?" Jason muttered.

"Dude, I don't know.  It's... it's like my worst nightmare coming true and
for some damn reason, it's makin' me hard as steel.  Sheeesh, Jason, we're
all stiff in our uniforms!" said Tony.

"Fuck, did you have to go and say it like that?" whined Jason.

Dudley and Pete grinned behind the backs of the two dickbrained cops.  They
lowered the leather cuffs attached to chains on pullies fixed to the
ceiling.  As Tony and Jason focused on their woodies, their arms were
raised and their wrists locked into the thick cuffs.  Dudley went across
the room to a table and gathered up a bundle of cuffs and a small pile of
short ropes.  He handed off a couple cuffs to Pete and pointed to the small
metal rings rising up out of the rubber matting on the floor.  He quietly
gave Pete a couple strands of rope and then kneeled down to begin securing
Jason's right leg.

"Hey!  Fuck, they're fastening our legs too, Tony," grumbled Jason,
snapping out of his wood-induced trance.

"We've only got a few minutes Jason before these two can rub their hands
all over us and humiliate us in our uniforms... ungh..." Tony quietly
grunted.  "Shit..."  He felt a little wetness on the tip of his dick.  Pete
ran his hands up inside Tony's trouser leg, massaging the thick calf muscle
to set Tony on edge, then pulled Tony's left leg outwards a bit and
returned to threading the rope through the hook on the cuff around Tony's
ankle and tying it in a knot through the hook on the floor.

Within minutes, the two buff cops found themselves spread-legged, standing
side-by-side, with the chains attached to their wrist-cuffs pulling their
arms up tight.  Dudley and Pete watched as the two tested their restraints,
tugging on the chains holding up their arms and trying hilariously to close
their legs.

"Uuummmphh"

"Errrrggghhh"

Pete chuckled.  "Yeah, guys, flex those tight gym-boy muscles of
yours... man, you are makin' me sweat lookin' at you two all helpless and
secured in your cop blues.  Pete reached over with both hands and ran the
back of his fingers lightly up and down Tony and Jason's tensed abs.  The
two cops continued grunting and twisting, straining the seams of their
uniforms and, unfortunately for them, getting more turned on as the tight
material rubbed against their bodies.

"So Officer Martino, did ya have a good visit with your not-so-little
brother?"

"Damn you, Pete.  You know I didn't.  That fuckin little shithead gave me a
full-body tongue bath... my own brother... the fuckin' pervy little
butthead.  And if I don't stop him, he's gonna tell everyone I'm a horny
musclebound cocksucker!"

Ha ha ha!  You'd better hurry then, 'cause I'd say that right about now he
is talkin' to your dad and gettin' some revenge back on you."

Tony gasped and frantically struggled in his bondage.  "Dammit!  I'm stuck
here with a hard-on while he's fuckin' tellin' pops everything.
Aaaarrrgghhh!  I'll be the fuckin' laughing-stock of the whole
neighborhood!"

"Heh heh, the neighborhood, Tony?  I'd say the whole city, buddy!" laughed
Pete.  "Let's see... I'd say the news of you and Jason is gonna travel with
the speed of a wildfire through the whole police force.  And then, of
course, there's your new reputation at the gym - Pump's very own milking
bull.  Ha hah!  Guy, ya gotta tell me... how the hell didn't you notice
that you were workin' out in a gay gym?" asked Pete.

"I knew it!" shouted Jason.  "That place looked funny from the get-go."
Dudley snorted and glanced at Pete.

Pete laughed, "Good job, Officer O'Reilly.  You're clearly the brains in
this partnership."

"HA!" exploded the Colonel.  "Not that that helped him avoid falling into
the same deliciously sticky trap!"

"Ungh!" Jason grunted as he flexed his biceps above his head, feeling the
tightness of his short sleeves around his upper arms.

Tony had a very frustrated look on his face.  "How the heck was I supposed
to know, huh?  Tell me that, Pete, if you know so much, huh."

"Let's see... a bunch of guys gettin' fit and checkin' each other out, with
not a single woman in the place... ever... hmmmm sounds like a mystery to
me!"

"You're not so smart, Pete.  All the most manly gyms are like that!"

"Uh huh... that they are, guy," Pete said with a huge grin.

Jason let out a small chuckle of his own.  Tony turned to him and said, "I
don't know what you're laughin' at, man.  You were gettin' off on the hot
sweaty smell of that place from the second we walked in the door."

"Fuck you... I was not!"

"Oh, so you just always walk around with your shorts tented?"

"No way, buttbreath.  That was just because I was wearin' your fuckin'
raunchy gym... uh... gear... shit..." Jason's face dropped as he realized
what he had just said.  "Where the fuck did that come from?" he muttered to
himself.  The Colonel piped up: "Ah the heat of the moment!  Hee hee
hee... truth will out!  Isn't that correct Sergeant Stud-Pussy?"

"Fuck!  I... I don't know why I said that!  Ya hear me assholes!"

Dudley patted Jason on the cheek.  "Uh uh uh... watch your language
soldier."

Jason frowned until he felt the Colonel's hand deliver a stinging whack on
his backside.

Whack!

"UUUMMFF!  Fu... um... errrrr... damn..."

Whack!

"UUUMMFF!  Hey!  I didn't swear that time!"

"Wrong," teased Dudley.  "'Damn' is a swear word in this army, sergeant.
Now let's see, what can a good wholesome soldier-boy use instead?  Hmmm,
how about something like 'dang-it'?  That sounds about right to me."

"'Dang-it'?  I'll sound like some stupid hick."

Whack!

"Ouch, sh... da... dang-it!"

"Hee hee hee... puuurrrrrrffecccttt, you big beefy dicklicker.  Don't
forget, it's 'dang-it, SIR!'" snickered the Colonel.

Jason's butt automatically flexed from the brief spanking.  He tugged on
his wristcuffs, grunted, and glared at Dudley silently.

Pete smiled.  "You've got a quick learner, there, Colonel.  Maybe you
aught'ta just keep him gagged?"

"Well, I don't like to boast, but I usually keep his mouth stuffed with all
sorts of things.  Drives him nuts, especially when it's a penis gag as that
forces him to work on his sucking technique... no way around it."

Pete laughed.  "I guess that will be put to the test real soon..."

Dudley smirked.

Pete looked back at Tony.  "You'll be gettin's some practice, too, guy.
Gotta have you all trained up right for when your brother tells all your
old school pals what a hot cocksucker you've become."

Tony struggled against his restraints.  "I'll kill the motherfucker if he
does that!"

Jason gave the Colonel a look like 'how come he gets to swear?'

Pete grinned.  "I love it when he talks dirty.  Heh heh heh."  He reached
over and scratched Tony's jutting paps.  "I don't think you'll be in much
of a position to do anything, boy.  So just settle down and enjoy the
thought... Think about how those guys are gonna laugh when they see the
pictures of you that your brother's gonna send 'em.  Once that is done,
your future in this town will be sealed.  Handsome ladies-man Tony Martino
revealed as butt-munching muscle-stud... his big hairy balls available for
draining every Friday evening at his curiously all-male gym."

Tony looked stunned.  "Sheeesh... there'll be no escape from this trap."
He whimpered, "Damn, you are really takin' me down... fuck..."
Instinctively, he flexed the muscles in his arms.

Dudley handed Pete a long strand of rope and said, "Time's - a - ticking!"

"What the heck is that for?  There's nothing left to tie up?" asked Tony.

Pete began coiling the soft rope around Tony's waist, while Dudley did the
same to Jason.  The two strung-up studs watched as knots were tied at their
waists.  Pete and Dudley then pulled the strands down the front of each
cop's crotch in a loose 'V' formation.  The strands were then pulled
backwards and over the butt cheeks like the straps on a jock, passed
through the coils around the waist and cinched tight.  Tony and Jason
suddenly noticed the effect as Pete and Dudley brought the tightly-pulled
ropes back down their buttocks, tied knots at their thighs and then looped
a strand around each leg at the top of the thighs.

Jason looked at himself in the mirror on the wall in front of him.  "It's
like the outline of a pair of fuc... uh... dang shorts."

"Yeah," said Tony, "'cept, the strands goin'up our crotches are really
making our bulgin' packages stick out!  Damn, that's nasty," he said
looking at himself in the mirror's reflection.  "Makes us look all
sexed-up!"

"I'm hard as a rock!" Jason whimpered.

Pete and the Colonel congratulated themselves on a job well-done.  Dudley
said something about getting drinks ready and headed upstairs.

Pete cupped Tony and Jason's puffed-out equipment in his hands.  "So Tony,
I went across the street and talked to Mark while you were out tanning
yourself.  Looks like there's a potential buyer."

"What?  Already?  No!  It can't be happening that fast!"

"I think it is, guy.  You've got a nice house... or rather, HAD a nice
house."  "Aaarrrghhhh," grunted Tony as Pete gently squeezed his balls.

"Seems it was some hot young executive, about 28 or 29.  Blond.  Takes good
care of himself.  You know the type.  Preppy clothes - khakis, button-down
shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  One of those big sporty watches that
cost a few thousand bucks...  Makin' lots of money with hedge funds or
somethin' like that... probably beds a different gal every night of the
week.  You know, the babes you used to get, but aren't ever going to get
again cause everyone's about to find out that you're a big gay muscle-boy,
heh heh."

Tony whimpered.

"I guess he was wavering a bit, but apparently we didn't get everything
fully cleared out of the basement.  The guy found handcuffs and
paintbrushes on one of the bookshelves downstairs.  Mark was kinda
embarrassed for a minute, but then saw the look on this guy's face as he
twirlled the cuffs in his fingers.  To hear Mark tell it, before the guy
knew what had happened, his arms were locked behind his back.  For the next
half-hour, Mark used the paintbrushes all over the guy, just teasin' him in
his clothes while the guy cursed and shouted.  Whatever he was sayin'
though didn't come out too intelligibb... intellageab... well, it didn't
come out too clearly once Mark pulled the guy's dick out of his fly and set
to work on it with the brushes.  So far as I understand, he agreed to buy
the house at top dollar.  Of course, now that I know the score from that
friendly brother of yours, most of that money will be going back to your
parents.  So, basically you are gonna be without your old house and without
the means to buy a new one, huh?  Guess you've got no choice but to hang
with me, buddy, in that nice little set-up I've got for ya."

 Tony struggled in his leather cuffs until he heard the doorbell ring.

Jason decided to try his luck with Pete.  "Shit, man, who's here?  Come'on,
you gotta tell us what's going on."

"The Colonel told ya, O'Reilly; it's your going-away party."

Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs to the basement.
"All the guests are here!" hooted the Colonel as he descended the stairs.

Pete clapped his hands together and rubbed them back in forth in theatrical
anticipation.  "All right!  Let's get this party started!"

Tony and Jason looked over to see who was coming behind the Colonel.  "No
fucking way," Jason quietly protested.

Tony started jerking in his bondage with all his strength.  "Naw FUCK!
We're screwed!"

"That's the plan, musclehead," said Pete casually.

Reflexively, Tony and Jason tried to pull their legs together.  Seeing the
flexing muscles of their helpless thighs sent a gleeful tingle to Pete's
dick.  The two guests took a swig of their beers and looked a little
uncertain.  Al Rodriguez shook his head.  He whistled.  "Man, you two
stupid dudes are into some kinky stuff..."

Tony and Jason's faces were completely red with embarrassment.

Mitch Henderson grinned.  "This is just not your day, is is boys?  This is
gonna be goooood," the slob said with an eager rumble of his voice.  He
grabbed his crotch suggestively and looked at Jason whose fingers were
scrabbling in the air as he twisted from side to side, trying anything to
get loose.  Only then did he discover how truly nasty those ropes around
his crotch were as the twisting exerted a squeezing action on his balls.

"Eerrrrmmmff.  Bad move Jason ol' boy," he said to himself.

Pete introduced himself to Al and Mitch, shaking their hands like it was a
business meeting.  Rodriguez looked at him and said, "So, uh, how do we
do... uh... you know.... this?"

Henderson spoke up and said, "I can think of a thing or two."  He walked
over to Jason's squirming body and gave the ex-cop a soft pat on the cheek.
"Humph... Look at you O'Reilly... all chained up, your dick hard as iron,
straining against those damn tight uniform pants.  When Clemens told me and
Al to get in touch with this old friend of his from long ago, we didn't
know what we were in for.  I told ya we all had you pegged though, didn't
I?  Clemens too.  He knows what a horny dumb-ass gay stud you are.  Man, I
gotta say though... Al and I, we figured, okay, maybe you and Martino had
the hots for each other, but that was it.  No way we'd imagined you were
into a something like this.  Whhooooeeee... this is some kinky shit."

"Fuck off bastard.  This ain't my idea.  I'm fuckin' trapped," retorted
Jason.  "Oh yeah?  How's that, buddy?"

"What do you mean 'how's that'?  I've got no car, no apartment, and as of
yesterday, no job and no money."

"So, look for a job in the paper tomorrow.  You've got one more paycheck
coming to ya from the station.  Use that to put down the deposit on an
apartment, buy a bike to get to your new job - it's good exercize.  That's
all there is to it.  I don't see what's stoppin ya."

"What's stopping me?!!  Well, let's see... you're such a fine dresser
Mitch, you tell me what I should wear to any interviews on Monday... my
police uniform, here, or maybe a t-shirt and the lowrise micro-shorts the
Colonel makes me wear the rest of the time, huh?  'Cause that is all I've
got."

Mitch looked at the Colonel who nodded and laughed, "I find Jason isn't
really suited to a large wardrobe.  Best to keep things to a minimum, hee
hee hee."  "See!  And just who is gonna write me a letter of
recommendation?  Clemens said he'd give me one for a job in the low-pay end
of the security-guard business.  That's not gonna get me far.  And anyway,
you think the Colonel over there is just gonna let me walk away?  He's got
miles of pictures and video footage of me doing all sorts of humiliating
stuff!"

Again, Mitch looked at the Colonel and again the Colonel chuckled.  "As an
officer of the law, you must surely recognize that any potential employer
or landlord would necessarily have to be informed of the true and raunchy
character of this fine young specimen of manhood."

Henderson grinned.  "Uh huh... If you don't mind me asking Colonel, just
how would you find out where Jason had gone too... I mean, if he just took
off?"  "Oh, that is quite simple, my good man.  I would only have to call
his parents or his brother.  I've got all their contact information, you
know."

Jason jerked on the chain attached to his cuffs.  "They'd never tell you a
thing Colonel!" he spat.

"Oh I don't know about that.  I wrote to your brother a couple of weeks ago
to tell him you were thinking of joining the army.  It was all on official
stationary, of course.  I asked him what he thought of that and would he
recommend you as suited for such a career?  The letter I got back seemed
most affirmative.  He seemed to think you were rather fond of yourself and
that being forced to submit to someone else's control in a military setting
might be just the ticket for you.  I got the feeling that there was a bit
of competition between you two.  He really seemed most keen on the idea of
you being trained into submission... of course, those were not his exact
words, but the meaning was clear.  Quite a delicious prospect, I thought.
Had me leaking in my trousers, to be honest.  I think if your fine,
upstanding brother received a letter that you had gone AWOL, he would offer
up your location in a flash."  Jason stared in astonishment.  "You... you
wrote to my brother?  You... You bast..."

The Colonel cut him off, "Uh uh uh... sergeant!  Language!"

"Dang-it!"

Jason returned his eyes to Henderson who was sporting a Cheshire cat grin.
"Man, how'd you get yourself in such a mess, bozo?"

"Listen, you tub of lard, it was his fault!" said Jason nodding in Tony's
direction.

Mitch glared at the insult and looked over at Tony, who suddenly swallowed
at having everyone's attention turned to him.

Rodriguez perked up.  "Ha ha... Martino, Martino, Martino... somehow that's
not a surprise... toe-licker..."

"Wait!  I can explain.  Al look, it all started when I got tricked into a
basement over in the warehouse district.  This guy lured me there sayin'
there was something illegal goin' on.  And then he and his buddy tied me up
and got me all hot and worked-up and stuff.  They took a pair of scissors
and cut up my uniform into somethin' real nasty and sexy-lookin', and they
filmed me and then they blackmailed me.  And that's how it all started!"

Rodriguez and Henderson rolled their eyes.  "So let's see," said Rodriguez,
"some guy you've never seen before tells you he wants to take you to an
empty warehouse 'cause there's trouble.  And so you just go right along
with him, no calling for back-up or anything like that.  Yeah, uh huh, good
story, Tony.  Actually, bein' as you are so damn cocky, I can almost
believe you'd do something that stupid."

"Naw, it's true, man.  Come'on Al, ya gotta believe me!"

Henderson chimed in, "So what's his story?  How'd O'Reilly get involved?"

"He found me on my website," said Tony.  "And then he tried to blackmail me
too."

"You had a website?" asked Rodriguez.

"Uh yeah," said Tony hoping to brush past this part.

"Whaddya mean?  Like a blog or one of those My Face things?"

Pete laughed.  "No guys, he had a paysite.  Tony-o was doin' porn on the
internet.  You know, crankin' himself while suckin' cocks..."

"PORN!" shouted Rodriguez.  "Wait a minute... did you say sucking cocks?
Man-oh-man!  Hoh hoh hoh!!!  Amigo, you really are gay!  A big fit gay
cop... holy fuckin' tamales Martino, ya big stud... ha ha... I'm gettin'
the picture loud and clear..."

"Awww noooooo..." Tony whimpered and writhed in his bondage.

"So wait a minute," Henderson said, grinning in Jason's direction.  "Just
how the heck did you find out about this, O'Reilly?"

"Uh, I just found it by accident... you know, just surfin' and shit and up
popped this window and I recognized Martino."

"Just 'surfin' and shit' huh?  Buddy, those kind'a pop-ups don't appear
when you're Googling sports or home electronics.  You had to be looking at
porn sites," said Henderson.

"Sites with pictures of cops and their big dicks," said Rodriguez.

"Nawww, fu... DANG-IT!" spat Jason glancing at Dudley.

"Dang-it?" repeated Henderson.  He reached over and ran his fingers under
the panels of Jason's tightly stretched uniform shirt, teashing all the
thick hair on the firm pecs.  With his left hand, Henderson grabbed his own
hardening dick.  He leaned towards Jason and said, "Listen, boy scout, if
it's hard cop dick you want, it's hard cop dick you are gonna get.  Open
that nice handsome mouth good and wide, buddy.  Ha ha ha..."

Jason was breathing heavily as he watched Henderson's big, grubby, sticky
hand take possession of his manly chest.

Rodriguez chuckled.  "Dudes, I didn't believe it at first when the other
guys at the station said you two were just a pair of testosterone-oozing
dickbrains who probably got off at night dreamin' about your own muscles
while playing with your super-stiff cocks.  But then, the way you just
kneeled in my office and did what I ordered you to, while you leaked in
your briefs... man, I knew something had to be up.  And then, when you guys
had boot-polishing duty, geeze, you boned-up before you even started.
Everyone saw it.  I guess this just confirms it, huh?  You two are
muscle-boys who get hard thinkin' about being forced to serve other guys.
I don't know why, but that sure-as-heck turns me on.  Unnnnhhh," grunted
Rodriguez softly.  He stepped towards Tony.  "Listen, Martino.  I ain't
called ROD-riguez for nothing."  He downed his beer and asked Dudley if he
had anymore.

"Coming right up, officer!" said Dudley, taking in Al's own muscular
physique.  "Maybe get one for Martino, here.  I want his tongue good and
wet when he services my spicy latino meat."

Tony tugged forcefully on his restraints, his studly muscles flexing.
"Ohhhh maaaaannn... no way am I gonna chow down on your Tex-Mex, asshole.
Ya hear me?  Not gonna happen!"

Rodriguez snarled, "We're not all Mexican, dumbshit.  For that you are
gonna lick my balls first to make sure you get a real big load pumped into
your spaghetti-lovin' mouth!"

"Hey Al, try this," said Henderson.

Rodriguez looked over and saw Henderson using his thumbs and index fingers
to squeeze Jason's sensitive man-tits.  Jason, himself, seemed to be very
focused, his mouth clenched tight and his flaring nostrils emitting little
puffs of air.  "NO!" shouted Tony.  "Pete, ya gotta stop him.  Don't let
him work my chest!"

Pete chuckled and moved around behind Tony.  "Squeeze his pecs first, Al.
That gets him going.  Really lets hims know that big hairy chest he's so
proud of is under the control of another man.  That stiffens his dick right
up!  Then scratch and tweak those titties of his... you'll have the big
pussy purring in no time.  Heh heh heh."

Rodriguez ran his hands up Tony's shirt starting at the waist.  He massaged
the hunky Italian's abs through the thin dark blue cotton.  Tony watched
Al's busy fingers making their way up to the jutting cliff of his pecs
where his uniform shirt was tightly stretched open, exposing his chest.

"So big and firm..." mumbled Rodriguez in a bit of a daze.

"Yeah..." breathed Tony quietly.  He felt a light tickling on his forearms
and looked up to see Pete's fingers swirling in feathery circles as they
moved towards his tensed biceps and triceps.  "Nnnggh," he swallowed.  "Oh
no."  He turned his head back towards Rodriguez and saw a mischievous look
on the guy's face.  "Oh man, Al, you are really gettin' into playing with
my hot pecs... sheeesh... ohhhhhhh... gettin' me all worked up
good... damn..."

"I gotta tell you Tony, I am havin' fun takin' you down... turning you into
a big mewling musclehead pussy," said Al.

Tony grunted.

Al smiled.  "Yeah, you really liked bein' the cock-of-the-walk... the big
stud down at the station, huh?  Well, you are out of commission now.  I've
taken your place, punta."

"Aawww fuck, I ain't your bitch, Rodriguez.  Oh my plump juicy
tits... don't t-tickle 'em, noooohohohohoho... iieeeeee...."  Tony's mouth
hung open.  The deft finger-work on his pecs once again had him frozen in
place. When Pete's fingers danced across the underside of his upper arms
and headed for his bushy pits, Tony let out a deep-throated whimper and
blasted a slug of jizz into his briefs.

"Ha ha... stupid cocksucker..." laughed Al.

The Colonel returned downstairs with more cold beers, handing them to Al
and Mitch and Pete and taking one for himself.  "I see the fun is well
underway!" he said getting into position behind Jason.  Holding his beer in
one hand, he casually ran the other hand possessively over Jason's
rock-hard butt until he felt the tight glutes tensing and quivering.  Jason
wanted to turn around to see what Dudley was doing, but Henderson had now
slid his hands up into his sweaty hairy armpits and he looked like he was
going to lean in and...

"OH," gulped Jason as Henderson swiped his big fat slobbery tongue across
his left pec and swirled it around the stiff nipple.

Henderson leaned back and grinned.  "Yeah, hot-shot gym-boy.  You think you
are so much better than me 'cause you're all fit and handsome... well,
where have all those muscles got you now, huh?  Yeah, that's right... me,
Mitch Henderson, that big ol' slob, is workin' you up into a
hot... helpless... frothy... lather... the end of which will be the ruin of
your reputation and the total... inescapable... humiliation... of your
self-image.  Who's gonna be top-dog once you have spent the evenin'
slobberin' over my fat greasy dick in horned-up submission... huh?"

"Naaaaaaawww... you bastard... shit!"

WHACK!

"OH!" grunted Jason.

"What did you say, sergeant?" wheezed Dudley.

"Uh, dang-it, sir..."

"That's it, sweet-cheeks..."

As Jason squirmed, Dudley went over to the table, put down his beer and
picked-up something else.  When he came back behind Jason, he held the
object up for the ex-cop to see in the mirror.  Recognize this?"

"NO!"

Jason thought the Colonel was going to start unbuckling his belt, but
instead, his fingers seemed to be feeling along the seam of his trousers,
starting at the waist and slowly moving downwards.

"You thought I was going to strip you of your fine cop blues, didn't you
Jason?" said Dudley.  "Well, no such luck for you.  For your final farewell
to a career in the police force, you will be degraded IN your uniform!"

"No... no!  Awww, Tony, they... they're doing it to us!  They're
humiliating us in our uniforms!"

Everybody laughed except Tony and Jason.  "Ho... Holy Cop Capitulation,
Jason!  Ohhhhhh... we... we're just gonna be m-muscled-up d-dick-boys when
they are through with us!  OH!  Oh, my pits... aww Pete, nooooo."

In the midst of another round of laughter, Jason suddenly shrieked.

Dudley smiled into the mirror's reflection.  "I took the liberty of cutting
a neat and tidy little hole in your uniform pants and your briefs.
Thoughtfully, I did the same to Officer Martino's too."

As Tony looked over to see what was happening to Jason, he felt Pete's
hands pull out of his pits.  Next thing he knew, there was a thick finger
poking through the seat of his trousers and his super-tight underpants,
tickling the furry cleft between his firm butt globes.

He and Jason were frantically trying to pull their legs closed... to no
avail.  "J-Jason," breathed Tony, "our hot asses are to-totally undefended!
And, and..." he continued, looking sideways at what the Colonel held in his
hand, "they're gonna puff that powder stuff on us!  They're gonna make us
have super-itchy stud butts!!!"

"I know, man, I knooooooooowwwww!"

Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt
Pffffffftttttt...

Jason's face scrunched up as he prepared for the evilly tormenting
sensations that were about to begin on his puckering portal, but then he
saw Dudley hand the small rubber ball with it's plastic funnel-tip to
Henderson.  Mitch looked at the device and then looked at Dudley.  "Itching
powder?"

"Yes, officer," said a cool Dudley.

Henderson grinned and aimed the nozzle for Jason's right armpit.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!"

Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt...

"Now the left... man, this is gonna drive you apeshit..."

Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt...

Henderson looked at the Colonel, who gestured towards Rodriguez.

Tony shook in his chained-up wrist-cuffs as Al let forth a sinister laugh.
He watched Rodriguez tuck the nasty little device under his tight short
sleeve...  Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt...

After both pits were dusted with the brain-warping powder, Rodriguez handed
the crafty tool to Pete.  Tony felt the plastic tip moving in small circles
around his quivering hole.  He braced himself for the assault...

Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt Pffffffftttttt...

"Ohhhhhhhh," he whimpered.  Then he felt Pete shove the nozzle firmly into
his hole, right past his tight sphincter!  Tony shrieked like a girl, his
deep masculine voice leaping several octaves to a humiliatingly high pitch.
"OH HO HO HO NOOOO!"

This time, no puffing sounds could be heard as Pete squeezed the rubber
ball and blasted its devilish contents deep inside Tony's clenched ass.
Tony's hips did an unintentionally sexy little wriggle as Pete pulled the
device out and tossed it on the floor.

"How's that feel, guy?  Gettin' kind'a hot down there?"

"Of all the fiendish things to do to a couple of hot guys like
us... dammit!"

The other guys laughed hard as Jason and Tony lewdly clenched their studly
butts and thrust their crotches back and forth trying vainly to sooth the
itch.

"Oh geeze!  My itchy hairy pits!  My itchy butt!  Jason... I can hardly
fuckin' think straight!"

"Dude... dude... they're robbing us of the use of our minds!  You gotta
concentrate!" grunted Jason as waves of itchyness and even worse,
HORNINESS, swept over his body.  He looked over at Tony and his eyes nearly
popped out of his head as he saw Pete pulling off his gym shorts.  "Shit
Tony, Pete's packin' as much as we are... man, that thing looks hard too."

"HUH?" gulped Tony trying to twist his head around to see Pete's ramrod.

"Dude, you are gonna be pussied right in front of Al and Mitch... oh,
that's hot, I mean..."

"Just what do you mean, sergeant?" teased the Colonel in Jason's ear.

Jason swallowed, unable to think of what to say.

Al and Mitch watched, a little bit stunned to see things go this far.  Then
Mitch grinned when he heard the Colonel unzip his trousers.  He let out a
nervous laugh.  "Man, O'Reilly, you and Martino are really gonna get
fucked!  There is NO comin' back from THAT!"

Jason and Tony gulped as sweat rolled down their foreheads from under their
cocked-up police caps.  Fingers scrabbled as each heard the squishy slurpy
sounds of lube being applied to the dicks aimed at their fine asses.
Suddenly, they felt the smooth spongy hardness of the butt-busters knocking
at their itchy spasming asshholes.

Rodriguez laughed, "You'd better close 'em up tight guys or it's curtains
for your straight reputations.

"Al... we... we can't, man," Tony whined.  "That's what so cunning about
that damn powder.  It... it s-strips you, I mean, oh geez, I got no
control... my butt's gonna get porked, man... oh crap... real good and
stuffed... and I... I..."

WHOMP

"AAARRGGHHHHH...AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Pete wrapped his arms around Tony's waist as his hips began slowly pumping
back and forth.

"Oooops!" said Al snickering.  "Tony, your face, man... ha ha ha."

The Colonel leaned in to Jason's left ear and said, "Officer O'Reilly, you
know what would make this really exquisite for me is to hear you shout
'dang-it, sir' when I defile your sweet stud-butt and turn you into a
cock-hungry pussy-boy."

Jason grunted.  He noticed the heady aroma of his pits and the sweat stains
on the underarms of his shirt.  The muscles in his arms flexed.  He looked
at Mitch and muttered, "I'm toast, aren't I?"

Mitch grinned and said, "Pig on a spit is more the image I have.  Happy
roasting... heh!"

Jason frowned and started to say 'fuck', but before he got the word out, he
felt the breaching of his tingling hole and then the warm slippery
thickness of the Colonel's artillery as it locked into place.  Dudley
punched forward and poked Jason's joy button.

"Oh!"

"What do you say, butt-boy?" breathed the Colonel.

"Uuunnggghh... DANG-IT... SIR!"

"Hee hee hee... pussy-boy... big, muscly, hairy-chested, pussy-boy,"
laughed Dudley.  "But we aren't done yet...  You have another hole to fill
before your scrumptious take-down is complete."

"Huh?" said Jason as his eyes rolled around in his head and his manly body
betrayed him.

Dudley reached up and unhooked the clasp securing Jason's wrist-cuffs to
the chain above his head.

Jason lowered his arms in bewilderment.  He looked over at Tony and saw him
doing the same.  He looked down at his cuffed wrists and thought he might
be able to take some kind of action.

Dudley pointed out two wooden chairs to Henderson and Rodriguez and
suggested they bring them up to Jason and Tony and make themselves
comfortable.

Quickly, Jason considered what he might be able to do to get free and avoid
being turned into a gay muscle-bottom.  "Hmmmm."  He looked at Tony to see
if he was maybe having the same thoughts.  Tony was holding his clenched
fists in front of himself and looking at his cuffs.  He seemed to be
rotating his shoulders.  Jason realized Tony was trying to soothe the itch
in his pits.  He needed Tony to look at him in order to communicate with
his eyes, but Tony seemed to be completely absorbed in his cuffed wrists.
He was gently flexing the muscles in his arms.  As he looked down his hairy
chest, he pumped his biceps.  Jason recognized the look of empty-headed
lust on Tony's face.  "Dammit, the stupid idiot is completely wrapped up in
his muscles," Jason thought.  "We've only got seconds left.  How am I gonna
get his attention?"  Unfortunately for Jason, the sight of Tony flexing in
his uniform only weakened his own resistance.  By the time Henderson was
pulling up a chair in front of him, Jason was already focused on his own
cuffed muscular arms and exposed chest... along with the stiffness in his
sticky briefs, the itchyness in his armpits, and the Colonel's cannon up
his ass.  He moaned softly as Dudley's dick slowly retracted.  The feel of
the slippery meat pulling outwards on his asshole sent a tingle up his
spine.  He couldn't stop himself from trying to grip the thick tube with
his glutes.  "Ooohhhhhhhhhhh.... yyyeeaaahhhhhhh..." Jason moaned as
Henderson lifted up his arms and draped them around him so it looked like
he was hugging his beer-bellied colleague.  He could hear Tony panting as
Rodriguez moved his arms into the same position while Pete, who also looked
like he was on ecstacy, softly plowed Tony's hairy bubble-butt.

The Colonel winked at Henderson and gestured for he and Rodriguez to sit
down.  As the two cops lowered themselves into the wooden chairs, Jason and
Tony had no choice but to bend forwards.

"Huh?" puffed Tony, as he felt himself being bent over, his hands locked
behind Rodriguez's back and his head hanging about a foot above the young
latino's pants-covered crotch.  "Oh shit..." he whimpered, realizing what
was about to happen.  He turned his head to Jason, "Dude, they're gonna
stuff our mouths too!  We... we're gonna be chowin' down on the dicks of
other cops!"

The Colonel laughed.  "Just think, boys, you will be sucking off members of
the Fraternal Order or Police as your final act before becoming lowly
plain-old civilians."

"You guys think you are so superior to us," said Rodriguez.  "Well, how
superior are you guys gonna feel when Mitch and me shoot our cop-jizz into
your sucking mouths and down into your bellies.  You'll have to digest our
juice!"

"Uungghh!" grunted Jason.

Tony suddenly felt something pushing at the back of his right knee, then
his left.  "Hey!  Cut it out, Pete."

"On your knees, guy," Pete said as he pushed down on Tony's hips and tried
to lower the bent-over cop and himself without pulling his dick out of the
hot ass.  It was awkward since the move shiftted Tony forward and Rodriguez
had to scoot his chair back a bit.  As Dudley watched, he could see the
merit of the idea and began to jab at Jason's knees.

"No!  Stop it!  Uumpphhh!"  Jason's knees landed on the rubber mats.  After
Mitch adjusted his chair, Jason like Tony found his face in his colleague's
crotch.

"Get those mouths busy!" shouted Al.  "Come'on, lick our cocks through our
pants!"

Jason started to protest, but then Henderson began to run his hands up and
down the humiliated hunk's muscular arms, rubbing and squeezing the hairy
forearms and teasing the flexing biceps.

"Oh no... you're playin' with my big muscled arms..." mumbled Jason.

Rodriguez, on the other hand, asked Tony how his pits were feeling.

"How do ya think, man?  They're real itchy."

"So, you'd like it if I gave 'em a little scratch... like this," said
Rodriguez as he teased a couple of fingers under the straining sleeves of
Tony's shirt, lightly scratching at the sensitive skin and tugging on the
thick tufts of hair.

"Oh... yeah... yeah..." breathed Tony.

All too quickly, Rodriguez pulled out and said, "Well, if you like that,
then maybe you'll enjoy this..."  He brought the tips of his fingers to
Tony's man-tits and squeezed.

"NOHHHH... not there... aaawwwwww."

From behind, Pete pushed Tony's head down so his lips were pressed into
Rodriguez's trousers, feeling the pulsing tube of latino meat underneath.
Dudley spoke up, "Officer Henderson, can you see if our hot-blooded,
all-American, dim-wit cop is showing any firmness of resolve at the front
of his pants?"

It took Mitch a minute to figure out what the Colonel was asking, but then
he looked down and giggled.  "Yeah, I think you're on to something there,
Colonel."  Mitch took his scuffed black police-regulation shoe and pressed
the dirty sole up against Jason's rod.  Back and forth he pushed like he
was revving an engine.

"Ungh, ungh ungh... ssstaaww... nooooo... ungh," grumbled Jason.

"Hey O'Reilly, for a guy with a dick up his ass and his face pressed down
into another guys crotch, you sure seem to be gettin' a hard-on.  What's
that all about, huh?" asked Henderson.

Pete spoke up.  "Why don't you guys unzip our cocksuckers here so they can
see just how turned on they are by all this..."

Tony and Jason groaned, but Rodriguez said there was no way he was touching
another guy's rod.

"Okay, hang on a sec," said Pete as he leaned over Tony's back and reached
down with both hands to unzip the panting ex-cop's trousers.

Henderson, meanwhile, was trying to unzip Jason by using his shoe.  The
zipper wasn't budging, but Jason's cock was getting pushed and squeezed by
the big rubber sole until he was grunting.

"Here, let me..." said Dudley, reaching down.

Tony and Jason moaned when they saw their big cop dicks and balls pulled
straight out of the fly of their briefs and trousers.  Dudley, however,
seemed to be looking around for something.  "Ah, yes," he mumbled, spotting
what he wanted on the floor.  He couldn't quite reach the objects without
pulling out of Jason's massaging man-hole, so he tried to shift his right
foot over to drag the two feathers closer to him.  After a few minutes, he
was successful and managed to hand one over to Pete, standing a few feet
away.  Pete looked at him questioningly, gesturing towards Tony's firm
rounded butt-cheeks.  The Colonel raised his feather and pointed down
towards Jason's cock.

"Ah!" smiled Pete.

The Colonel looked at Henderson and Rodriguez and said, "Officers, why
don't you pull your hefty cop meat out and let our two beefy dimwits here
start a nice long sucking session..."

Al and Mitch looked at each other a little nervously, like they were trying
to decide if they were really going to go through with this, but then
Rodriguez shrugged his shoulders and Henderson grinned.  Both guys reached
down and started unbuckling and unzipping their trousers.

"Oh no..." whimpered Tony.  He and Jason were kept bent over by hands on
their backs.

When Henderson had his fat pole sticking out, he tapped it on Jason's chin
a few times.  "Hee hee, this is gonna be good.  Ready to become a cocksucer
O'Reilly?  Ooops, I forgot, accordin' to that tat you've got on your arm,
you already are.  Or maybe you are finally just gonna get your wishes
fulfilled?"

"Oh fu... dang-it... geeze... I can't believe this..." complained Jason.

"Ha ha... my pork... your mouth, buddy.  Man, I can't wait to see this.
Now open up... yeah, that's it... hee hee..." giggled Henderson as Jason
let his lips part.

"You ready Al?" Henderson asked his partner.  "Let's stuff their mouths
together."

Rodriguez looked excitedly at Tony and aimed his knob at Tony's clenched
lips.  "Let's do it, man... turn these two muscleheads into the cocksuckers
we want them to be, ha ha ha..."

There was a moment of struggle by Tony and Jason before Al and Mitch
grabbed their heads and tried forcing their faces down onto the stiff
cocks.  Both would-be dicklickers were refusing to cooperate as they turned
their faces to either side trying to avoid being force-fed thick cop
sausage.

"Open up guys; you can't avoid your future," said Al.

Dudley raised the feather in his right hand and raised the index finger of
his left hand to his lips, encouraging everyone to keep silent.  Slowly he
lowered the feather down towards Jason's dick, causing the bent-over cop to
jump when he felt the teasing fronds make contact with his steely shaft.
"AHHH!  Ohhhhhhh... nnnnngggggg.... d-d-d-DANG!  You're tickling my hot
cock... oh shit!"

"Hee hee hee," laughed Dudley.  "I'll let that little transgression pass.
With the meat up your butt, the itching in your pits, and now a nice
agonizing feather sliding up and down your hot tool... teasing the head
like this..."

"Naaaahhhhhhhhh... don't... ungh... oooohhhhhhhh..." whimpered Jason.

Dudley continued, "...I'm sure you haven't much ability to concentrate on
your vocabulary.  That's quite all right.  Can't expect too much from a big
handsome dickbrain like you, boy..."

Jason heard Tony moan and looked over to see that Pete was likewise
feathering his cock-tip.

"Hey, the dumbshit is leaking," said Rodriguez.

Henderson looked down at Jason's dick and saw sticky slime beginning to
ooze out of his pisslips too.  "Hmmm, hey Al, I've got an idea.  Do this,"
Henderson said.  Rodriguez looked over and saw Henderson remove Jason's
police cap from its precarious position on his head.  He leaned down and
hooked the rim of the cap over Jason's dickhead like it was some sort of
perverted hat stand.

"Ha ha ha... good idea, Mitch.  After all, technically, their hats are
still on their heads!" said Al.

"Yeah, the ones that they really do all their thinkin' with," replied
Mitch.  Pete and Dudley laughed.

Tony looked at Jason.  "Dude, our dicks... they're drippin' in our
caps... gettin' 'em all messed up..." he said breathily.

"Yeah, man, I know... makin' us into nothing more than a couple of
cock-capped-cops... ooooooohhhhhhhh... he's doin' me with that feather
again..." replied Jason.  He saw a look of total helpless horniness on
Tony's face as his tackle got tickled by Pete.  Tony's mouth fell open and
Jason watched as Rodriguez gently gripped the brain-paralyzed handsome
Italian by the chin, lined his hard latino meant up with the full moist
lips and slowly pushed forward.  Jason saw Al's cockhead slide into Tony's
mouth and heard Tony whimper.  He saw Tony's arms flexing and his fingers
futilely wriggling behind Al's back.  He heard Henderson laugh.  When he
turned his head to look at him, he forgot to close his mouth.  Mitch's dick
popped between Jason's lips before the studly all-American cop knew what
had happened.  When he tried to pull back, it was too late.  Mitch's hand
was on the back of his head.

Slurp

"Fwaaaaa, yeah... that's good, buddy.  Suck that
dick... whhooooooooyyyyeeeaaahhh..." groaned Henderson.

Dudley and Pete looked at each other and grinned.  Al was practically
cross-eyed as Tony slurped and sucked and slobbered up and down his bone.
He had let go of Tony's head with no resistance.  Henderson let his head
fall back.  "Ohhh, fuckin' muscled-up faggot cocksucker doin' my dick real
good... oh, man, this is the best."

Pete and Dudley alternated feathering the stiff cop batons sticking out of
Tony and Jason's pants with pumping their hard dicks into the city's finest
muscle-butts.  The basement quickly filled with the sounds of grunting,
slurping, moaning, and the soft smacks of pelvises making hard contact with
firm ass globes.  Tony and Jason were lost in a whirl of sensations: the
fullness in their asses, the tingling throughout their groins when their
prostates got banged, the sweaty itchiness in their pits, the tightness of
their uniforms, their stiff man-tits and throbbing tormented cocks.  It was
circuit overload as the two cops tumbled into deep pits of horny lust,
their minds completely shut down while they sucked and sucked and sucked.

"La mia madre este bueno!  Ungh... ooohhhhh..." Rodriguez moaned.

Henderson's arms fell to his sides.  He'd never known anything like this.
"Aaahhhhh... and I don't even have to pay for it," he mumbled to himself.

Dudley heard and cocked an eyebrow.  Pete smiled and shook his head.

Not even fifteen minutes later and Henderson began to squirm and moan.
"Oh... I... I'm gonna cum... oh man... oh yeah... gonna blast my big load
in your mouth O'Reilly.  Get ready to drink my juice... oh yeah... it's
gonna be a big one... oh shit."

Jason suddenly realized he was about to get pumped full of Hendersons cop
slop.  His eyes opened wide and he momentarily stopped sucking.
Unfortunately for him, Henderson noticed and put his hand on the back of
Jason's head.

"Mmmmooooofff..." Jason groaned too late.

"AAAAAHHHHHH... take it dicklicker!"

Jason whimpered and struggled as his mouth filled with Henderson's hot
jizz, but suddenly there was that damn feather tickling his cock again.
"Mmmmmmm..."  His hips involuntarily thrust a bit and his ass muscles
gripped the Colonel's dick, squeezing it tight.

Rodriguez looked over to see what was going on.  "Hey, Mitch, didn't take
you long..."

"Oh... I... oh... couldn't... oh... help it... ohhhhhhh..." squirt, squirt,
squirt.

Pete looked at Rodriguez and said, "You latin lovers know how to make it
last, huh?"

"You know it, maaaaaannnnooohh no... argh... I... I..."

Al suddenly started to fire off his supplies: squirt, squirt, squirt,
squirt.  Rodriguez felt Tony suck even harder, swallowing the spicy brew
and watched the trapped cop uselessly flex the big muscles in his arms and
grind his hips in the air.

"Man... ungh... Martino!  You are one natural-born cocksucker.  All that
swaggering, ungh, around the office, ungh, and look at you now!  Ah yeah!"
Tony whimpered but seemed to be even more turned on.  That was all it took
for Pete to suddenly lose his control.

"WHA... oh yeah... makin' this hot ass mine... oh yeah, stud, I'm claimin'
you... pourin' my liquid gold into your macho mucle-boy butt.  Like
it... ungh... or not, you are now my property... oh yeeeaaaahhhhh that's
nice!"

The Colonel had worked himself into a state of high heat.  The gel in his
normally trim and tweaked little moustache was loosing its firmness as
sweat dripped down his face.  "Ahhh, that's right soldier-boy, take your
punishment like a man... oh yes!  My gun is loaded and when I fire you are
going to be pelted with my super-dooper trooper, uh, taker-downer..."
wheezed Dudley as he lost his cool amidst the sensations envoloping his
hard dick.  "Oh blast-it, recruit, you are about to be punked... an army
slut from now on!  OH!  Arrrghh... eerrrroooohhhheeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaahooo!"

Jason and Tony lifted their heads off Mitch and Al's satisfied dicks to
look back as their fine bubble-butts were defiled and reoriented.

Tony, breathing heavily, complained.  "Ah Jase, we've been fucked in our
uniforms... our hot asses used against us to turn us into hard-dicked
bottom-boys!"

"Hold your load, Tony.  So long as we don't shoot, they can't say we're
real dickslaves," directed Jason.

"Yeah, our hard dicks!  I didn't even think about those, but your right,
dude, so long as we don't spill our sauce, we are still the top studs in
this stable."  Pete lauged, "Yeah, stabled is what your two are all right.
You had dicks in your mouths and up your butts and all you did was suck and
grind until you got pumped full of man-cream.  I reckon it wouldn't take
much right now to take your dumb musclehead loads from ya.  Heh heh heh."
With that Pete signalled to Dudley who was recoving from his massive high
and the two pulled their dicks out of the warm man-pussies.  They walked
over to Rodriguez and Henderson and told them to hang on a sec while they
unhooked the cuffs on Tony and Jason's wrists.  While Tony and Jason tried
to figure out what was coming, their arms were quickly pulled behind them
and the cuffs refastened.

"Right, men, here's the game.  You hold their nice caps in front of their
stiff rods," he said to Mitch and Al, "while Pete and I do this..."

As Rodriguez and Henderson moved into place, their trousers still down
around their ankles, the Colonel and Pete squatted down and returned to
feathering Jason and Tony's dicks.

"Holy sharp-shooters Jason!"

"I know, they've got us lined up like a firing squad and the targets are
our proud policeman's hats."

"Yes, soldiers, your very own weapons will be used to blast these symbols
of your authority to a sodden gooey demise.  Of course, as you shoot, you
will be relinquishing before your colleagues here, the last vestiges of
your former hetero reputations.  It's goodbye to all that, as they say!"
said the Colonel.  Tony and Jason swallowed and took in their situation.
Their hands were cuffed behind their backs.  They were on their knees,
spread wide since their ankles were still roped to the steel hooks in the
floor.  Rodriguez and Henderson were standing in front of them with their
caps poised to catch their loads and Pete and Dudley were kneeling to their
sides, feathers at the ready to bring them to a spectacularly unwanted
climax! The only answer seemed to be to struggle and grunt, so that is
exactly what they did.

"Yeah guys, flex those tightly bound muscles for us!  That's lookin' real
good," Pete said as he and Dudley started sliding the feathers up and down
the pair of rigid cock shafts.

Henderson and Rodriguez were laughing.  "Ha ha ha, this is it for you two
boys in blue!" said Rodriguez.

"Yeah, let is allllll out, dicklappers," said Henderson.

"Oh!"

"Errrrrgghhh!"

"No!

"Ungh!"

"Cut it out!"

"Heh hhheee haaah..."

"Ooohhh... that tickles..."

"Don't do this to us!"

"Aaaarrgghh!"

"Our dicks are so hard!"

"Shit!"

"Oh man!"

"Dude, we're in trouble!  I-I'm right at the edge!"

"I know-ho-ho-ho-haaaa!  Me tooooo!"

"Oh no!"

"Aaawwww fuck!"

"Oooo, aaaww, eeeek!"

"My big hairy cop balls!  They're tinglin' somethin' fierce!"

"Our stud sauce!  They're gonna get it, Jase!"

"We're bein' milked against our will, Tony and there's no way to stop it!"
"It's really curtains for our careers!"

"We're gonna be nothing but big-dicked muscle-boys!"

"Naw shit, ya had to go and say that!  I-I-I... oh damn!  I'm gonna cum!"
"No!  Hold tight, dude!  Hold-ho-ho... DANG-IT!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Splat splat splat splat splat splat splat splat splat splat splat splat
splat splat!

"Tony!  Our Hats!"

"Oh MAN!  Totally slimed with our muscle-boy loads!"

"Shit!" slipped Jason.  "It's in our bellies, up our butts, and now gallons
of our own steamin' man-cream is turning to goopy crud in our
caps... damn..." he said staring at the nasty mess.

"Awww... taken down by guys with feathers..." whimpered Tony.

Pete, Dudley, Henderson, and Rodriguez were all laughing their heads off.
"Way to go dipshits!" said Henderson.

"I'll give you numbskulls this much, you weren't kidding when you bragged
that those big nuts of yours pack a ton of juice.  Of course, maybe not at
the moment.  Right now it is all in your hats!  Ha ha ha!" said Rodriguez.

The Colonel spoke up, "Okay, it is time for our penultimate event - the
ceremonial crowning of Dunce I and Dunce II!"

"Huh?" said Tony and Jason.

Pete and the Colonel took the cum-filled hats and placed them on Tony and
Jason's heads.  Tony and Jason were dumbstruck.  Pete laughed.  "You two
are priceless."

"Aw geeze," moaned Tony, "our hair is gettin' shellacked with our own
cum... in our own hats!"

"Heh heh," laughed Pete.  "Well, not quite.  The Colonel and I switched the
caps over your heads.  What you're feelin' drippin' down onto you right now
is each other's zesty ball sap!"

Tony and Jason moaned, but Henderson's eye caught something else.  "Hey,
look.  Their dicks are perkin' up again!"

"I'd say that was all the incriminating evidence we need, soldiers,"
chuckled the Colonel.

Tony and Jason just grunted and writhed in their cuffs.  Curiously they
found themselves pumping their muscular pectorals.

"Wh-why are we gettin' hard, Jase?"

"Because you're a couple of gay ex-cops!' snickered Henderson.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen... the finale is upon us," said the Colonel.  He
walked over to a drawer and pulled out two pairs of scissors.  He handed
them to Rodriguez and Henderson and said, "For the last part of tonight's
glorious proceedings, Officers, I give you the honor of ceremonially
shredding our two muscle-cops' fine uniforms... with the cops still in
them!  Hee hee!"

The devilish glint in the eyes of Henderson and Rodriguez caused Jason and
Tony to gulp loudly.

"Al, Mitch, come'on guys, don't do it!" pleaded Tony.

Henderson grinned broadly.  "Hmmm... now where should I start?"

"Hey Mitch, whaddya say we give 'em cop speedos?"

"Not a bad idea Al.  That oughtta suit our two gym-boys real good," replied
Henderson.

Al got down on his knees and tried to take a pinch of Tony's trousers
between his fingers but found it nearly impossible since they were so tight
around the humiliated ex-cop's muscular thighs.

Henderson looked over and noticed the problem.  "Hmmm, Al, these uniforms
are too tight.  The only way to do it is to start at the bottom and cut our
way up each pants leg.  Like this..."

Rodriguez watched Henderson grip Jason's trouser cuff and start cutting in
a line following the black stripe up the side of the leg.

"Oh, I get it," said Al with a grin.  He kneeled at Tony's left and began
cutting the material of his cop trousers similarly.  Tony and Jason watched
numbly as their uniforms were shredded.  With their ankles tied to rings in
the floor, they couldn't pull away.  It was unclear if they even thought of
trying to do so.  With each snip of the scissors each of the hunky trapped
muscle-cops got harder and harder.  Pete noticed their predicament.

"That's it guys, show us what you've got.  Get those cop dicks back up at
full mast.  Yeah!"

"Awww man!" whimpered Jason.  "What the fuck is that about?"

As Henderson shifted to Jason's right side, the Colonel squatted down and
said, "It means you like it, boy.  Hee hee hee."

"No way," grunted Jason.

"Yes, way.  Now," said the Colonel picking up his feather, "I bet that if I
teased your stiff dick with this feather while your uniform was being
slowly cut from your hot muscular body, you would get so turned on you
wouldn't know what to do with yourself.  How about I bring you right to the
edge, over and over with no release?  That should re-ignite cum production
in those big balls of your's."

"It'll drive me fuckin' nuts is what it will do!  Dammmm...errr... Dang!
Sir."  "That's it, private... watch your language."

The Colonel began lightly running the dastardly feather up and down Jason's
straining shaft sticking out of his trouser fly.  The handsome cop
squirmed, his fingers bunched into fists behind his back as he fruitlessly
tugged on the leather cuffs restraining his wrists.  He watched as
Henderson put the finishing touch on his trousers.  They were now no more
than the shortest pair of shorts Jason had ever seen.  All they covered
were his white briefs.

As Rodriguez finished up giving Tony's trousers the same fine finish, he
looked over at Mitch.  "What do you want to do with their shirts?"

"How about just cutting them off completely?  That way we can really see
the big hairy chests on these two hot-shots!"

"Good idea," replied Al.  He gripped Tony's chin and positioned his head so
that Tony was looking up at him.  Smirking, he chuckled, "One Italian
muscle-stud chest coming up!"

Tony swallowed hard.

Pete cleared his throat.  "Well, while you take care of that, I think I'll
get me some of the same action the Colonel is getting' over there."

Tony watched as Pete got down on his knees in front of him and started
twirling a feather closer and closer to the hunky Italian cop's big wood.

Tony didn't know where to look - at the feather tormenting his rod or at
the scissors in Al's hand snipping their way through the right sleeve of
his uniform shirt.  Short puffs of air excaped his lips as his dick pulsed
and vibrated.  "Oh oh oh... so good... oh!  Ya gotta let me cum, Pete!"

"Not happenin' buddy, so just gut used to the feeling of your brain turning
to overcooked macaroni, HEH!"

"Oh no!  Oh man, you dudes have got me so fuckin' stiff with this pervy
shit... ooohhhhh."

Our two heroes huffed and puffed, sweated and dripped as their uniforms
shirts gradually fell away from their torsos in shreds and snippets.  With
their hairy pecs thrust out and their dicks steel-hard, they were a pair of
boned-up bone-heads.

"Well, gentlemen," said Dudley calmly, "I think it is time we get these two
studs situated so we can sit down to dinner."

"I'll toast to that idea!" Pete said, standing up and reaching over for the
remains of the beer he had been drinking earlier.

Al and Mitch agreed, although they were unsure what the plan was.

"Righty-ho," said Dudley.  "Pete, you know the plan...  Officers, give us a
hand here with O'Reilly."

Jason watched as his ankles were untied and then quickly felt Pete and
Mitch lifting him up by his arms.  "Wa... what's goin' on?" he asked as he
was marched back to his cell-like room.  All four men manhandled him onto
his bed.  When he was laid out on his back, his ankles were tied to the
iron frame at the corners of the foot of the bed.  Pete then unlatched
Jason's wrist cuffs from each other and with Mitch's help pulled the
muscular arms up above Jason's head and retied them to the bedframe, a
wrist at each corner.

"What is this, fuckin' bed-time already?" Jason quipped sourly.

"UH!" shouted the Colonel.  "Language, O'Reilly!"

Jason frowned.  Two minutes later he had cause to worry as Tony was brought
into the room.  Tony let out a yelp when Pete and Al pulled his legs out
from under him with Dudley and Mitch supporting his upper body.  Tony was
quickly lowered on top of Jason, face down and looking towards Jason's
feet.  His wrists and ankles were tied to the corners of the bed-frame like
Jason's.  Both young cops began to shout.

"No way are we sleeping like this!"

"Get him offa me!"

Al and Mitch began to laugh.  The Colonel, however, informed everybody that
there was one last arrangement to make.  Pete retrieved a bag of long
strips of cotton from what must have been shredded bed sheets.  He began
wrapping one around Jason's neck, tying a knot.  He then lifted up Tony's
hips and aimed the sexy Italian's still-stiff rod straight for Jason's
mouth.  Jason went ballistic, shouting and turning his head back and forth.
Mitch and Al got in on the scene and held Jason's head in place while
squeezing his jaw to force his mouth open.  The Colonel grabbed Tony's rod
and positioned it at Jason's lips.  "Nnnnnooooo!" Jason spat between
clenched teeth.

"Give it up, pal.  You're gonna suck this dick whether you like it or not!"
said Mitch as he used both hands to pry open Jason's mouth.

"NnnnnooooOOOOmmmmmmffffff!!!"

Tony's bulbous knob slipped in, the rest following quickly as Pete lowered
the cop's heavy body downwards.  Jason coughed as Tony's dick punched the
back of his mouth.

"Settle down, there," said Pete as he took the remaineder of the long
strand of cotton tied around Jason's neck and began tying it around Tony's
waist, effectively making it impossible for Tony to pull his dick out of
Jason's mouth.  "MMMMMMFFFFFF!!!" mumbled a disgruntled Jason.

"Aw geeeze," whimpered Tony as his dick got sucked by his partner.  When he
saw Pete approach with another strand of cotton, he knew he was going to be
sucking soon himself.

"Pete.  Man.  Come'on.  You're not really gonna make me suck Jase's dick,
are ya?"

"Hey guy, you need to eat too.  Way I see it, you might as well get some
more protein, huh?"

"Naw, fuck," Tony gasped as Pete finished tying the cotton around his neck
while the Colonel aimed Jason's stiff dick at Tony's mouth.

"Open up, guy," said Pete calmly.  "Stud-boy Jason's big meat is gonna get
nestled real nice between your sweet lips."

"Fuck... not again..." mumbled Tony.

"Again?" said Al and Mitch together.

Tony gulped and cursed his big stupid mouth.

"Oh, yeah," laughed Pete.  "I forgot you told me that he made you suck him
in the front seat of the cruiser a couple months ago.  Heh heh."

Jason grunted loudly.

Tony closed his eyes.  He couldn't believe he'd let that slip.  Pete ran
two fingers across Tony's full lips, then pushed them in and gently pried
open the hot cop's warm mouth.  "Okay Colonel, this dumb-shit cocksucker is
ready for filling."

Tony opened his eyes as Jason's warm vibrating meat slipped between his
lips.  He felt Pete cinching the cotton strap around Jason's waist, making
it impossible for Tony to lift up and slide his mouth off the thick cock.
As he felt Jason's tongue involuntarily swirling around his own dick, he
couldn't help from doing the same.  Within minutes Tony and Jason were
moaning and slurping in a hot 69, their muscles flexing and writhing as
their firm hairy chests rubbed against each other.

"Ha ha!  Look at the two cocksuckers go!" shouted Henderson.  "And in
nothing but their little shorts and their damned cum-filled caps!"

The Colonel ran out to the main room of the basement and came back with a
digital camera.  Click! Click! Click! Click!  " A few souvenirs for you
gents.  Perhaps you will wish to take them back to the station?"

Al and Mitch grinned and whooped.  "That ought to put the icing on these
two fruitcakes!" said Al.

Dudley and Pete looked somewhat annoyed with that statement.

"Oh, uh, sorry guys.  No offence!" said Al quickly.

"Geeze, this has got me all hot again," said Mitch to shift the subject.
Dudley cleared his throat.  "Well then men, speaking of icing, why don't we
do just that before we head upstairs?"  He pulled out his own hard cock and
began jacking himself off, aiming at Tony's shaft-stuffed lips.

"Nnnmmmfffff" grumbled Tony unintelligibly.

"Heck yeah!" hollered Pete.

Rodriguez and Henderson looked at each other, high-fived and whipped out
their own stiff dicks.  All four men aimed their hoses at the two bound
69ers.  The room was silent as they jacked while Jason and Tony stared
wide-eyed and sucked each other off helplessly.

"Ungh!" grunted Al.  "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum any second!"

"Yesssss!" Hissed the Colonel as his own balls drew up tight.

"Oh yeah," groaned Pete as he prepared to fire his load.

"Yeeehaaaww!" shouted Mitch as he blasted load after load of his viscous
slop over Tony and Jason's squirming bodies.

Pete, Al, the Colonel, they all began firing off.

"Whoa-ho!" Pete shouted.  He gestured with his eyes towards Tony and Jason.

The two cum-covered hunky cops were in the midst of squirting their own
loads into each other's mouth, moaning and groaning in humiliation as they
did.

"Well, would you look at that," said a recovering Pete.  "Our two studs get
manjuice sprayed all over them and it sends them over the edge themselves!
Each one helplessly pumping the other full of his own cop crud.

When the four men finished, they headed upstairs.  Their satisfaction was
enhanced by the whimpering coming from Tony and Jason as the two trapped
muscle cops unavoidably sucked each other to yet another erection.

"Have fun dipshits!" shouted Mitch as he walked up the stairs laughing.  A
little under an hour later, when Rodriguez and Henderson had left after
having a bite to eat, Pete and the Colonel went back to the basement. Tony
and Jason were gently rocking and sucking with idiotic expressions on their
handsome faces.

Pete grinned.  "I think they've had enough fun with each other for one
evening."  "Yeeesss," mused the Colonel.  "We'll have to get them together
again."

"Next time out at my place," said Pete as he began untying Tony.

Gradually, Tony stood up and rubbed the circulation back into his limbs.

"Time to get a move on, muscle-cop," said Pete.  He put his hand in the
small of Tony's back and steered him towards the stairs.  As they headed
out of Jason's "cell" they saw the Colonel pull a shiny-looking
handkerchief out of his pocket and wrap it around Jason's shaft.

"What?" shouted Jason.  "No.  No man, not that!"

Tony looked at Pete.  "What's he gonna do to him?"

"Let's just say that very soon your pal Jason is gonna want to shoot his
load again.  But unless I'm mistaken, ole Dudley isn't going to let it
happen.  He's just gonna keep him on edge for a while and then leave him
for the night with a painfully stiff rod."

Tony's eyes were wide as he walked up the stairs with Pete behind him.
Before they reached the top, they could hear Jason moaning and the Colonel
saying: "Repeat after me.  I am nothing but a dickbrained muscle-boy... my
cock needs to be controlled by other men..."

"Oh man..." Tony said under his breath.

Once they were both in the truck, Pete looked over at Tony and said, "Wait
'till you see what I've got for you at home..."

As the truck pulled out of Dudley's driveway, Tony swallowed his spit and
squirmed in his seat.  He looked down and realized that he had forgotten to
tuck his dick back into his briefs.  Now that he was getting hard again it
was too late.

"Aw shit..."


The next installment: we return to Rick and Tom to see what has happened
since Tom's old coach has listened to the tape Rick left in his mailbox.
My inspiration could do with a boost so let me know if you have any ideas
or if there is something you would like to see happen.  I might add it to
the story - but even if I don't it will stir the imagination.