Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2005 05:56:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Trapped Muscle-Cop' Part 3 {Reflex} (M^M bd nc reluc)

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 3
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2005

Part 3: Frosted Beefcake

It took Tom a little over an hour to get home, round up the items he
wanted, load them into his old pick-up truck, and head back to the
warehouse.  By the time he was pulling in behind the abandoned building, it
was sometime past nine o'clock and the summer sun was setting.  He slung
his backpack over his shoulder, grabbed his gym bag and a brown paper
supermarket sack, and headed into the building.  As Tom reached the
(relatively) cooler basement room, he smiled at the sight that greeted him.
In an old barber's chair sat the most macho, hairy-chested, musclebound,
piece of young cop beefcake he had ever set eyes on.  On a wooden crate at
the cop's feet sat Rick.  He had done his work, Officer Martino's legs,
like the rest of him, were now beautifully tethered to the chair.  Rick had
roped the cop's ankles individually with a series of binding knots between
them.  This allowed Tony to twist his feet a bit, but not too much as the
remaining ends of the ropes had been tied tightly around the two solid
metal bars that supported the footrest.  The beauty of Rick's technique was
that the slight flexibility Tony retained at his ankles allowed Rick to
spread the cop's big thighs at the knees without consequently pushing the
ankles together so much that it became uncomfortable.  Around each knee,
Rick had looped two coils of rope, making a tight knot on the inside of
each knee, followed by a further knot on the outside.  From that knot, the
strands of rope were then pulled taut to the sides of the chair and looped
around the base of the steel posts supporting the armrests.  After knotting
and re-looping two or three times, the job was efficiently done.  Tony
could wiggle his feet up and down a couple of inches, but other than
flexing his hands, that was the limit of his bodily mobility.

Wiggling his feet and flexing his fingers was precisely what Tony was doing
at this moment as Rick used his fingertips to slowly and oh so gently
tickle the thick hair on the stud's lower legs.  Rick had rolled Tony's
trousers up to just below the ropes at his knees, and was trailing his
dancing fingers in a random pattern up and down, across and around Tony's
calves and shins.  The fiendish effect was, of course, to sensitize Tony's
muscular flesh, sending subtle currents of ticklish sensation straight to
the dudes rapidly swelling balls.  Tony couldn't decide if this was torture
or pleasure.  He knew somewhere in his mind that what Rick was doing could
only lead to trouble, but the feeling was so exquisitely delicate.  It was
the same feeling he had had when Rick was playing with his arms earlier.
It was making him insanely horny, but the buildup was sooooo sloooowww and
sooooffffttt...  Rather than the startling effects of a full-forced
physical onslaught upon his body, Rick's treatment seemed to trigger
sensations subtle enough to bypass any attempt at mental resistance on
Tony's part.  The feelings snuck past his brain going straight for his
churning balls and twitching dick.  He couldn't have resisted if he wanted
to.

Perhaps it was the subtlety of Rick's method that put Tony a bit as ease.
Well, that and Rick's cunning coaxing of Tony's ego.  When Tom entered the
room, he found the two guys engaged in conversation so casual you might
have thought them buddies talking over a beer at some bar counter.  Rick
had started verbally appraising Tony's muscles as if the cop were a work of
art.  He was visually describing Tony... to Tony himself; going on about
the handsome contours of his body, the firmness of his muscles, the sexy
masculinity of his hairy arms and legs.  Since one of Tony's favorite
activities was talking to himself in front of a mirror, admiring his own
body, Rick's banter came across like a meeting of two great minds.  The two
guys discussed workout routines - how often, what kind of equipment, the
variables they would throw into their routines to occasionally work
different muscles.  Rick asked Tony where he worked out, if he liked his
gym, did he think it was good value for money, etc... every now and then
telling the cop that he would like to build up his own body a bit more and
that his aim was to get into exactly the kind of shape Tony was in.  The
flattery was all the more seductive because Tony could see that Rick's work
in construction had put him in pretty good shape himself.

Tom loudly cleared his throat.  The two guys looked over at him standing in
the doorway.  The parts of the conversation that Tom had overheard, had
made him a little anxious.  The last thing he wanted was for Rick to decide
that Tony was a really great guy and that maybe they should call this shit
off and the three of them head out for a cool beer and a laugh.

Rick smiled and chirped up, "Hey man, you're back.  Tony and I have been
trading workout strategies.  He's got some great routines.  Usually gets to
the gym three times a week but was saying he might make it four or five
times this week since this evening is only Thursday and he is OFF DUTY
UNTIL 2:00 PM ON MONDAY................"  In an instant, all Tom's fears
evaporated!

"Rick, you cunning bastard," Tom said.  "I love you man.  How the fuck did
you get that information out of him?"

"Ha ha!  Easy.  This musclehead's brain is totally in his dick, man.
Kind'a funny though seein' how his dick looks pretty big.  Since that is
where his brain is, you'd think his package would be a lot smaller.
Hahahahahahah!"

"HUH," Tony chimed in, suspecting he had just been insulted!  "Fuck man,
what are you say........."

Tony looked up at the two Cheshire-cat grins in front of him.

"Jeeeze sucker, we thought you'd have to be back at work tomorrow morning,"
Tom said.  "But now we know that...."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!  NO, NO, NO, NO!  Come on.  No way guys.  This has gone far
enough.  Let me go now, damnit!"

"Unh unh.  Noooo can dooo Tony-o," Rick laughed.

"Stud boy, this is perfect!  This will give us all the time we need to put
our plan fully into operation.  Oh, this is choice, man!  You are so
fucked.  Okay, technically, that is not true yet, but it will be true,
sooner than your pretty head ever imagined.  Hehehe," Tom rejoined.  "Tony,
Rick, the night is moving on.  I wanna get to bed by 1:00 am, which is in
under four hours, so let's get this party rolling!

With that, Tom took the things he had brought over to the table behind
Tony.  Rick joined him and together they snickered with mirthful glee.

"Hey," Tony shouted.  "What are you guys doin'?  Come'on, what are ya gonna
do to me?  Huh?  This isn't funny.  Let me go.  Pleeease?  Hey, dammit, you
do not wanna be messin' with me anymore.  I'M A COP!  Are you guys
listening to me?  What're you... what're... what're you doin' over there?
It's gettin' warm in here.  Can I have a drink of water?"

Tom and Rick continued to chortle, listening to Tony, but not giving a
shit.  As far as Tony could tell, Tom seemed to be setting something up
behind him and to his left.  He craned his neck around, but couldn't quite
make out what Tom was working on.  It looked like some tall slender metal
arrangement, kind of in a pyramid shape, kind of like a tripod you might
see for use with a..... Tony's eyes bugged out.

"You are NOT, I repeat, ARE NOT, gonna take pictures of me!  You hear me!"

"Tony... Tony, Tony, Tony... we ARE, I repeat, we ARE GONNA TAKE PICTURES
OF YOU.  More than just pictures, dude.  We're filming, Tom stated flatly,
before breaking into laughter at the look on Tony's face as he started to
struggle against the ropes, biceps and quads bulging, chest pushing out,
hands clenching.

"Uuuunghhh, uuummmphhhh, aaarrrggggghhh, huungh."

"Oooooh, nice Tony-boy, yeah, squirm for the camera, that's it... hahaha!
Calm down fella, we haven't started the camera rolling yet.  I'm just
testing angles and viewpoints.  Anyway, for the next bit of fun, I'll be
holding the camera in my hands so I can move around, zoom in, pan out, you
know, take in the scene, get some close-ups of your face.  It's gonna be
good.  Just put yourself in my hands.  Oh yeah, you don't have a
choice. Hehe."

"Tony," Rick joined in, "about you feeling a bit warm...  Tom, where's
the... oh here it is..."  Rick opened a large bottle of spring water for
the three of them.  He came up to Tony's right side and said, "Here, have a
sip."  Tony eyed the water suspiciously.  Rick rolled his eyes and drank
some himself.  "It's water dude.  It is getting warm in here and this is
for all of us.  We don't want you getting dehydrated and passing out.  That
would be no fun, for Tom and me, at least.  Actually, I have a suspicion
that you are not going to want to miss out on any of what's coming either.
Now, open you mouth; don't chug it; drink slowly and look up when you have
had enough."

Tony drank a share of the water, looked up, took a deep breath and exhaled,
"Thanks Rick.  Whew, that's better."

"There you go my man.  Now, part two of "operation cool Tony down."  You'll
like this, although my bet is that it might make you feel a bit warmer.
Actually, unless I am mistaken, it's gonna make you feel downright hot..."

Rick used two fingers from his right hand to wipe the sweat from Tony's
brow.  It had been dripping down a bit from underneath his policeman's cap.
He wiped his now sweat-covered fingers on Tony's shirt.  Rick then pushed
the front of the cop's hat up a bit.  He thought the laid-back look it gave
Tony was kind of sexy in a dumb muscle-jock kind of way.  Tony just frowned
and looked over to see what Tom was doing.  Rick took the water back to the
table.  The next thing they all heard was the sound of two pieces of steel
sliding quickly against each other.  It got closer to Tony's ear.

"Snip, snip," Rick said.  Tom smiled.  "You need help Rick or am I good
working the camera?"  "You're fine bro... just get some good shots."

SNIP SNIP, SNIP SNIP, went the blades of the scissors.

Tony swallowed hard.  His Adam's Apple rising up then sinking.  Rick put
his left hand on the back of Tony's neck and started giving him a soft rub,
caressing his thumb just behind Tony's right ear.

"Uhhh, watcha gonna do with... those," Tony asked.

"Help cool you down buddy; make that outfit of yours a little more
comfortable."

SNIP SNIP.

"Awwwwwww noooooooo. Noooooo, what're ya gonna do?  Not my uniform man.
That's police property.  You can't fuck with that."

"Tony, you are police property and we are already fucking with you."

Rick moved further down Tony's right side, looking intently at his legs.
"You know what is great about summer Tony?  It's shorts season.  Damn, I
like a guy in shorts.  The hotter the guy, the shorter I want his shorts.
As you know, you are a hot fucker.  So what does that mean?  Well, stud, it
means we got to get you some shorts.  Those long tight policeman's pants
just won't do.  So, I am gonna make them into a pair of nice, tight, very
short, policeman's shorts!"

"No, stop!"

Rick started running his hand along the top of Tony's right thigh and down
around to his butt cheek.  "Yeah, that ought'a do it," he mused out loud,
"about a two-inch inseam as far as I can figure.  Ready with the cam Tom?"

"Ready and rolling, man!"

"NO, shit, shit, shit," Tony whimpered.

Rick reached into Tony's crotch and pulled at the inseam to get his
measurement.  Then, snip, right across the seam.  "Yeaahhh, see dude, now I
can get one blade of the scissors under the material and snip snip, away we
go."

"Uuunnnnh, damn you fucker."  Tony looked on in helpless frustration as
Rick carefully started trimming his pants.  Tom began a monologue for the
cam-corder.

"Oooooo, niiiiiiccce....., yeah, there they go.  The muscle-cop is getting
his pants trimmed.  Gonna make'em into a nice pair of shorts.  That's what
this cop needs, a good pair of tight shorts so he can show off those
muscular legs of his, yyyyeaaaahhhh....."  He brought the camera in closer
for a detail shot of Rick's ongoing handiwork, then a slow pan up Tony's
heaving chest to his handsome whimpering face.  He had to be careful to
keep Rick's face out of view.

Rick had got around to where Tony's leg met the seat.  He moved over to the
left pant leg and started his work on that one.  All the while Tony
watching in bewilderment.  It was not in the macho dude's nature to sob,
even when he was being forced to witness the destruction of his uniform.
He just got pissed off.  He alternated cursing and light whining, mixed
with flexing his arm muscles in a kind of knee-jerk reaction to get his
hands free.  "Damn you, damn you, damn you, fuckin' asshole, shithead,
mother-fucker, SHIT!"

Tom captured it all on the cam-corder, reveling in Tony's verbal reaction,
knowing that was going to make the film footage that much hotter.

Rick now needed to get to the underside of Tony's legs.  Cooperation was
not immediately forthcoming.  "Look cop, you can lift your ass off the seat
for a minute or Tom here is gonna take the film footage, load it onto his
computer and fuckin' e-mail it to the police department.  You're gonna look
like an idiot for getting yourself in this situation."  Tony seemed to
think that over and said "E-mail away asshole.  See if I care.  When the
department sees that you abducted a cop, tied him up and trashed his
uniform, your ass is gonna be grass."

"Oh yeah, Tony, you're right.  They could focus on us, huh."  "You bet your
ass, man."

"You know what though Mister Policeman, I am not entirely persuaded.  You
see, I think your pals down at the station are gonna wonder how you got
yourself all tied up, with no appearance of a struggle, no busted lip or
bruised cheeks.  And while they are wondering about that, they're gonna
notice the bulge in your pants.  I think they will wonder just what the
fuck that is all about, don't you?"

"What bulge, dickwad?  There ain't no bulge in my pants, fuckin' faggot."

"Are you sure about that?"  Rick reached down and ran his left palm over
Tony's crotch.  It wasn't hard, but it wasn't completely soft either.
"Naaaw, Tony.  You can't fool me and you won't be able to fool your buddies
either.  You like this.  It DOES make you hard.  Really hard and horny.
Look at yourself, all tightly secured in those soft ropes.  Your muscles
slowly flexing, that hot body of yours gently writhing, feeling the
tautness of the rope; the scratchy cotton of your shirt clinging to your
pecs and ever-so-slightly rubbing your plump nips.  Yeaahh, feeeellls good.
And now you get to show off those legs of yours.  Ohhh, those big muscular
thighs; bet they are nicely coated with short black manly hairs just like
your arms, huh.  Yeah, I bet they are..."  Rick was almost whispering now.

"Y,y,y....yeahh, damn they are manly Rick, just like... just like... just
like you said.  I really work'em.  They're fuckin' tree trunks, hairy tree
trunks."

"Ohhh man Tony, I bet they are.  You gotta show'em to me man.  I bet they
are fuckin' impressive."  Rick let out a soft grunt, keeping his eyes on
Tony's legs, knowing the cop would see where he was looking and likewise
concentrate on his big spread thighs.  "Awww, come'on Tony, let's finish
trimming these pants so I can see those legs.  Man am I gonna admire them.
Bet there aren't many guys at the gym with legs as good as yours, huh?  Bet
they all look at your legs with real admiration, man, watching the muscles
flex in different ways as you put those beaut's of your s through their
paces.  Bet they wonder what it's like to have all that soft thick hair on
those big firm muscles, makin' you look so freakin' sexy, Bet it makes the
other guys horny just looking at you.  You probably feel that way too,
looking at your firm thighs and calves, feelin' the muscles stretch and
pump, feelin' the sweat trickle down, bumping into all those hairs, turning
each follicle into a little electric trigger that goes right to your balls.
Is that what it feels like man?"

"Uunnnghhh, yes, oh shit man, it does feel like that... just like you're
describin' it."

"Oh, Tony, dude, we gotta trim these pants, I need to have a look at those
legs."

"Oh, oh, oh, yeah, shit man, turn my pants into fuckin' tight cop shorts.
Fuck, yeah, I'm gonna look hot, jeeeeeezzzze....  Here, unngh, can you get
underneath?"

"Oh that's great Tony.  Thanks man.  You are the best.  Here, let me
juussstt..... snip along here, that's it, snip, snip, snip... about an inch
below your firm round ass cheek man.  It's gonna look great, guy.  Okay,
lem'me just get the right side underneath.  Okay, up again.  Yeah, goooood
boy..." Rick cooed.  Snip snip, snip snip, snip.

Tom was unobtrusively getting everything on film, grinning from ear to ear.
He never ceased to be amazed at the way Rick could get people to do things.
Shit, he was sure that half the scrapes he had got himself in over the
years, were the result of Rick playing with him just as he had done to Tony
now.

Rick had finished cutting around the legs of Tony's trousers.  All that
remained was to cut in a circle around each of Tony's calves just below the
ropes at his knees, then, once the trouser legs had been reduced to two
pairs of open-ended tubes, to scissor across the top of each tube and whisk
the material away.  Since Rick had folded up Tony's trouser legs below his
knees to play with his calves earlier, he had to unfurl them now.  One
minute later and he had sliced in a line right back up to Tony's knees and
pulled the material free.  All that remained were the two pant "tubes"
covering Tony Martino's thighs.

"Here we go, dude.  Let's unwrap these babies.  Rick pulled each remaining
pant "tube" out from underneath the ropes at Tony's knees, then started
slowly cutting the cotton fabric.  Tom zoomed onto the scissors.

"Man, Tony, you were so right, look at those nice knees."  Rick would cut a
few inches on the right, then do the same on the left, then return right
for a few more, drawing the process out, opening and closing the scissors
slowly.

"I'm fuckin' trimmin' your pants Tony; cutting away your uniform soooo
sloooowly.  Man what a sight!  It's hot isn't it?  Your big manly legs
getting slowly revealed with each new snip.  Oh, look at those muscles.
Fuck, you were right Tony, you got a damn nice coating of hair... sooo
soft; I can feel it on the back of my fingers as I'm cutting away your
pants.  Yeah, Tony, I'm cutting away your pants... just a few more inches
and we're gonna see your big hairy thighs bursting from a tiny pair of
tight shorts.  Man, you look good."

Tony's eyes were a bit glazed as he looked at his sexy legs.

"Can you move your legs much Tony?  Try and move'em.  That's it.  You can't
can ya?  Your musclebound legs are really fastened-in aren't they?  That's
was they were made for Tony.  All that work you put in at the gym so your
legs could be nicely tethered and restrained, good strong ropes keepin'em
bound in place, so'as all you can do is squirm a bit, yeah, like that."

"Hhhhuuuummmmmmppphhhh...., man, my big hairy legs, all tied
up... unngggh."  Rick stood up and pulled the strips of Tony's former pants
away.  He tossed them over to the other side of the room.  He walked up
closer to Tony, knelt a bit, resting his left arm on Tony's right shoulder.
He put the scissors down on the floor.  He leaned in and spoke, softly.

"Tony, I just destroyed your pants.  Yeah, I left you with nothing but a
pair of small shorts, and you loved it.  I told you that you would."  Rick
reached his right hand down to Tony's crotch again.  "Whoa, see man,
trimmin' your pants down into tight little shorts got you completely
bonerized.  Ohhh you are stiff dude."  Rick was hardly doing anything, just
a few light brushes of the back of his hand on Tony's cock and a soft
little tickling scratch on his balls.

"Boy these nuts are full.  Really churning out the stud sauce, huh?"
"Ungh, yeah."

"How old are you Tony?"

"I'm twenty, ungh, five."

"Oh, I know what that feels like.  I'm twenty-six, more or less the same
age as you.  Tom there is twenty-five, exact same age as you.  Hard a lot,
huh.  I know I am.  And it's like your balls just can't stop makin' gooey
creamy man juice.  Am I right?"

"Oh, yeah," whispered Tony.  "Shit, they get so full."

"Bet they're full now, right?"

"Heck yeah," breathed Tony.

"Goooood." Rick cooed.  Then he tapped two fingers on Tony's balls a couple
of times.  "Were gonna keep'em that way.  Nice and full.  I think it helps
keep a guy concentrated.  It's gonna help you stay focused on your big
juicy cock.  That's what you were made for, Tony.  All these muscles, all
this manly hair on your body, that's nature's way of helping you keep your
priorities straight.  It's sayin' 'You're a hot muscle-boy,' that's your
role in the universe.  And hot muscle-boys, especially muscle-cops, they
keep their minds on their dicks.  That's what you're gonna do, okay chief?"

"Ye..... huh, what... what are you talkin' about?"  Tony shook his head to
clear his mind from the suggestive power of Rick's words and the even more
suggestive power of the sight of his own body.  Rick knew full well that
Tony might be able to resist his persuasive talk, but if there was one
thing Tony couldn't resist, it was how horny he got looking at and thinking
about his body.

Rick stood up and laughed.  Tom had stopped filming.  "Gotcha dickbrain.
We just filmed you having your pants cut into a lewd pair of shorts, while
you mewled and ooooooooed and awwwwwwed, your dick got hard as steel, and
your big bull balls swelled up even more.  Man, if we sent that video to
your commanding officer, he wouldn't come after us, he'd come after you.
As to what he'd do, fire you or fuck you, I don't know, but either way, you
are screwed.  You like that feeling?"  Rick was now behind Tony fondling
the stud's biceps.  Tom had turned the cam-corder back on.

"FUCK YOU," Tony shouted!  "Get your hand's off me you fuckin' pervert!
You hear me?  Get... your... hands... offooooooh... stop it... damn your
fingers are really going to town on my upper arms... shit that kind'a
tickles.  Hey, I said stoooooooooooohhhhh maaaann."  Tony didn't know which
way to look, left or right.  He felt like he was being drained of energy.
All those years in sports at school and working his body to perfection in
the gym, all that time and effort so he could be turned into a toy for
someone else's amusement, his studly muscle body squirming under the
control of another guy.  Suddenly, the fingers disappeared, replaced two
seconds later by "Those fucking feathers!  Awwwww maannnnn, huuuh ha ha,
ooooooo, you're really gettin' me good.  Shit, I can't believe you are
feathering my biceps and its, oohhhhh, (gulp)
making......... my....... cock........soooooo..... hardddd.  What are ya
doin' to me?"

Rick continued the delicious teasing, taking the hot stud down, reducing
him to his stiffy.  "Ha ha.  Listen to you.  Calm down muscle-cop.  I think
it's kind'a funny you calling me the pervert when you are the one who got a
raging hard-on from being put in a pair of shorts! Ha!"

"Damn youuuuuooohhh, heheh, ooohh you are makin' me hot man.  You really
know what to do to me... ffffuuuucccckk!"

Rick was now swirling the feathers through the hair on Tony's forearms, and
even his hands, and then back up and around the ropes on his upper arms,
making him sensitive and itchy right there.

"Mmmmmmm, uunngh, oh yeah, I think I'm gonna shoot, oh yes..., hey!"  The
feathers immediately disappeared.  "Thanks for the warning," Rick said.
"It's good to know that I can make you squirt your load just by teasing
your arms with a couple of feathers.  I need more details like that Tony,
the kind of information that can help us really solidify your entrapment.
Alas, you don't get to release your load right now.  That would run counter
to what you need to be doing, and you know what that is..."

"Unnnghhh, concentrating on my itchy cock."

"Yeah, dickhead, just keep focusing on that pulsing boner, that is your
future chump."

"Bastards!  You can't do this to me."

"Yeah, we are a couple of sneaky bastards, Tom and me, and we've got some
fiendishly good plans for you.  For starters, you are gonna cooperate when
we tell ya to do something.  If you don't, well, you know where that film
will be going."

"Shit, fuck, shit, damnit!"  Tony started another bout of struggling,
looking at his arms testing his bonds, and then his big hairy legs.  The
struggling slowed down a bit.  He kept looking at himself, his muscles
tightening then releasing.  He had been working up a sweat for some time
now and his pit odor was really wafting up towards his flaring nostrils.
He inhaled.  He looked at himself some more, at his big muscled hairy arms
locked in place with that devilishly soft rope, and his dick burped a slug
of sticky pre-cum into his nice new shorts.  A mumbled, "awwww fuccck"
escaped his mouth as he settled into a gentle writhing and submitted just a
tiny bit further to the erotics of his humiliation and helplessness.

The evening's entertainment was far from over.  Rick had retrieved the
scissors from the floor and patted Tony on the stomach.  "Dude, don't let
me interrupt your struggling, the camera loves it, but we have some more
business to attend to.  I like a man in uniform, and I think you do too.
Now if there is one thing that all uniforms have in common, it is
coordination between the top and bottom parts of the outfit.  Now that we
got you a nice new pair of shorts, I just don't think your top goes with
them as well as it needs to.  So, here's what were gonna do."

As Rick was talking, he had started pulling Tony's shirttails out of what
was left of his pants.  Tom had circled round for an overhead view from
behind.

Having got the shirttails out, Rick then started snipping off each button,
starting from the bottom.  Snip, pop, whoosh as each button sailed a few
feet onto the ground.  Tony would look down, gasp, stretch his fingers,
pump his arms against the ropes, look up at Tom, turn back to Rick, then
look down again as the next button popped off.  In a few minutes, Rick had
the buttons snipped off as far as the rope coiled under Tony's heaving
pecs.  He then took the scissors, lifted the now open right panel of the
shirt and, about an inch below the ropes, started to cut horizontally.

"Yeah, the rope gives me a good line to follow Tony.  We'll have you a new
shirt in no time flat," Rick chortled.  Getting around the backside was a
little difficult because Tony was so tightly fastened to the backrest of
the chair, but the scissors were sharp enough that all he had to do was
wedge them just slightly opened between the backrest and Tony, and then
push in as much of a straight line as possible.  Tony watched as Rick
repeated this technique around the left side.  The bottom half of the shirt
was now gone.

Tom let out a long whistle.  "Nice abs Martino."

Rick leaned over from the left and started softly slapping the backs of his
hands on Tony's stomach.  He then straightened up and applied a series of
open-palmed left-handed slaps.  Tony exhaled short puffs of breath through
his nose with each slap.  Rick's aim was not to inflict stinging pain.  He
just wanted to sensitize the skin a bit.  He would apply a few evenly paced
slaps across Tony's abs and tummy, and then he would softly run his hand
over the same area, caressing the warmed up skin and brushing the thick
trunk of black hair that rose from below Tony's belt up across his belly
and abdominal muscles until it fanned out across his chest still hidden
under the remains of his shirt.

'Dude, that is much better.  Wow, it looks to me like you are tanned all
over.  Is your ass tanned?"

"You don't need to know that," Tony said.

'Ha, I bet it is.  You sunbathe naked!"

"Shut up.  I do not.  I go to a tanning salon."

"Yeah, a nicely tanned, hairy, Italian muscle-cop.  Man Tom, could it get
any better?"  "Nope, Rick, we got ourselves one ace stud here."

"Tony, your new outfit looks great.  You look like such a slut.  A gay
man's wet dream, except, of course, you're the one getting kind'a wet
aren't ya?"  Rick rubbed his left index finger across the wet spot where
Tony had shot a bit of precum in his shorts.

"Yep, much as I like your outfit, Tony, we do have one more thing to do to
it.  It is more a matter of functional practicality than aesthetics,
although I think it will look hot."

"Wa...wat...what's left to do?"

"Sit still big guy. This will only take a minute."

Rick rubbed his left index finger around Tony's right nipple, making a
mental measurement.  "I'd say I need a hole about an inch and a half in
diameter."  Rick pinched a bit of the tight fabric to the side of Tony's
protruding nip and made a small incision with the scissors.

"What the fuuu...," Tony's voice trailed off.

Snip snip, snip snip, snip snip.

Rick cut a hole around Tony's right aureole.  He did the same to the left.
Tony's big man-tits were now exposed.  Rick, put the scissors down and
gently scratched and pinched each tit.

"WAIT!  STOP!  Oooohhh, dooonnn'ttttt do thaaaaat," Tony yelled.

"Why not?  What'sa matter?  Your nips sensitive or something?"

"Uh, um, yeah, I think so.  My shirts make'em kind'a itchy."

"You ever played with'em, dude," Tom asked from behind his camera.

"N... n... no."

Tom and Rick both chuckled.  Rick kept up his tit-work on Tony, watching
the guy try to twist his chest out of the way.  Unfortunately for Tony, he
couldn't move his chest so much as an eighth of an inch.  He had no choice
but to sit there and take what Rick was doing.  His handsome thick,
perfectly delineated eyebrows furrowed a bit.  His mouth formed an "O".  To
look at him, you might have thought he was concentrating.  In reality, he
was closer to being paralytic.  He couldn't move, he couldn't think.  His
whole being became what was happening to his tits.  Rick could read Tony's
face perfectly.  "You like that don't ya."

Tony's eyebrows relaxed.  He let out a soft sigh, followed by a long
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Rick removed his fingers and patted Tony's big pectorals with both hands,
squeezing the muscle just a bit.  "Good boy, Tony.  That's just what I
needed to know."  He straightened up, walked back to the table, and
rummaged around in the gym bag Tom had brought.  When he returned, he was
directly behind Tony.  This gave Tom and the camera an unobstructed frontal
view of Tony's whole body.  Rick took a small tube of lube and squirted a
bit on each of Tony's nipples.  He then reached down from behind and, using
an index finger on each nipple, proceeded to massage the lube around Tony's
tits.  The next thing Tony saw was a small clear plastic cup with a rubber
rim being lowered onto his lubed up right nipple.  "Uhhhh, what are those?"

Rick looked down to make sure the cup was centered, then, holding the cup
in one hand, attached a small pump with the other.  He squeezed the pump a
few times, withdrawing the air from inside the cup.  As he kept squeezing
the pump, Tony's sensitive tit and surrounding aureole was sucked into the
cup, filling it.  "Uunnggghh, shit man, what are you doing," Tony choked
out.

Rick then applied the left cup, trapped Tony's man-tit inside as he had
done on the right, and put the pump away.  He returned behind Tony and put
his hands on his shoulders, massaging them.

"Those little gems Tony are gonna help us make your tits a little bigger
and even more sensitive.  We won't use them too often, just every once in a
while.  I'll take them off tomorrow morning."

"Shit, man, that is gonna make my nips push out my shirt even more.
Jeeeeze, the t-shirts I wear at the gym are gonna drive me nuts."

Rick chuckled and patted Tony on his right shoulder.  "That's part of the
idea, dude.  You are a natural-born tit-pig Tony, and it is my mission to
help you along down that path.  Ya know all the digital photos Tom has been
taking and the film footage he has been recording, well, tomorrow, we are
gonna load that up onto our computer at home.  Once we have edited and
cropped the pictures to make sure they are just what we want, we'll add
some captions.  Then we are gonna cut the film footage into clips.  Once
that is done, we will transfer it all to the website we are setting up.
What shall we call it Tom?"

"Hmmmmm, how about 'Trapped Muscle-Cop,' Tom said with a devilish look in
his eyes.

"I like your thinking man, hahahaha," Rick laughed.  "'Trapped Muscle-Cop'
it is."

"WHAT!!!!  You, you, you fucking bastards!  NO FUCKING WAY!!!  Don't you
dare.  I will beat the fucking shit outta you, assholes."

"Tony, I intend to see to it that the only thing you are gonna be beating
is your hard meat, and then, only on the rare occasions that we let ya!
So, just cool it musclehead.  It's not like we are gonna be showing the
site to the whole world.  Damn, don't you trust us Martino?  We wouldn't do
that.  No way.  Tom and I, we have only your best interests at heart.  Of
course, OUR definition of what your best interests are, and YOUR
definition, may not be exactly the same... at first.  Our definition is
much more generous, I suspect, since it includes OUR best interests as
well.  Man, you are mean-spirited Tony.  You thought we would just fling
your images around the net for anyone and everyone to see.  Unh unh.  No.
It's gonna be a pay site.  Do you know what that means kiddo?  People will
have to pay to get a membership, and there will be a range of pay scales
for a range of benefits.  I have a feeling a lot of people are gonna go for
a premium membership since that is where the best benefits will be,
including the name of the gym where you work out, and the hours and days
you can be found there."

"Wha... whawha... shit, NOOOOOOO, you c... c... can't do this to me.
Anyway, you're not gonna have enough pictures and crap to maintain a
website for very long, so you should just forget it.  You ain't makin'
money offa me!"

Tom put the camera down.  He sat down on that wooden crate that Rick had
been sitting on when he tied Tony's legs.  He started running his hands up
and down Tony's shins and calves.  Then he started unlacing Tony's left
shoe with one hand, while keeping the other softly rubbing Tony's hairy
musclebound leg.  "Hmmmmmm, I don't think you are getting the picture
Tony-boy.  We are gonna have a lifetime of images and other stuff to put on
the site - your lifetime.  Well, okay, I don't want to exaggerate, here.
We might get tired of you in 30 years or so and let you out of your trap.
Though, now that I think of it, 30 years from now, you will be 55.  Since
you are gonna be keeping in top shape, you will be prime seasoned cop beef
then.  Thick salt and pepper hair... maybe we'll have you grow a moustache
around then to slide you into 'cop-daddy' mode.  Hmmm, the cop-daddy who is
really a pussy boy.  Yeah, I can see lots and lots of potential there.
Those could be major earning years for the site, so we probably wouldn't
let you go just then.  Maybe when you retire.  You could have quite a
reputation then, maybe spend your days getting sexually worked over at some
fleabag motel in Miami, or maybe, if you're lucky, on some gay cruise."

Rick cut in, "You see Tony, one of the things we are going to be letting
members of the sight know is that you are a tit-pig.  A muscular macho cop
with big juicy sensitive nips jutting off of big hair-covered pecs.  The
premium members are gonna be told that they can get you nicely under
control just by working your tits over, a little gentle scratching, some
pinching and tugging, a bit of flicking, what else... hey, I bet a bit of
tickling on your tits and pecs.  YEAH!  We'll tell'em to pack a couple
feathers if they are gonna go looking for you.  So, you see Tony, you could
be at the gym, or maybe walking your beat downtown, and some guy will come
up to you and grab hold of those good-sized tits of yours.  He'll start
playing with them and before you know it, you'll be helpless, a buff cop
toy for him to have his way with; your face real relaxed, your muscular
arms hanging useless down by your side.  Maybe while he has got a tit in
one hand, he will use the other to push up your t-shirt or unbutton your
uniform shirt.  And then he'll run that hand all over your pectorals,
patting and slapping and squeezing, brushing and teasing the hair.  Maybe
he'll stick his hands into your sweaty, bushy armpits, getting your
un-deodorized man stink all over his fingers, then rubbing it on your face,
going back for more and massaging that into your biceps, all of which will
probably make you sweat more.  He'll have an unlimited supply of your sweat
to coat your arms with, getting the hair all sticky and smelly.  If you're
at the gym, maybe he spread some on your legs too, before telling you that
he does not want you to shower for 2 days.  He can make sure that happens
too.  All he has to do is e-mail us, the webmasters.  Got it?  This is how
it's gonna be for you Tony.  This is the nice, tight, sexy, stinky,
humiliating, helpless trap we have created for you.  There isn't really any
escape.  If you tried, we'd let your police unit see everything.  You'd be
lucky if they fired you.  I'd be willing to bet they'd come up with other
ideas for your professional demotion and humiliation.  In any case, I don't
think you are gonna try to escape, at least, you're not gonna try very
hard.  You need this.  You need to be managed by us.  This is what that
handsome face and fucking hot hairy muscular body were made for."

"Unnngh, unngh, oh, oh, oh, oh....ooohhhh..... awwwwwwwwww
FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK................... " SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT
SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT SQUIRT.

Tony shot his big gooey load in his shorts.  The pressure pushed the cum
right through his tight white briefs and up to the surface where everyone
could see it.  Tony stared down at his sopping sticky crotch.  His dick
remained hard and was now even itchier than before.

Rick and Tom hooted with laughter.  Tom said, "Oh Tony, you're a bad boy.
What did we tell you?  You were not to have any relief tonight.  No
cumming.  And now you have gone and disobeyed."

Tony didn't know what to say.  He looked at Tom, he looked at Rick and
whimpered.  He wiggled his fingers and his now exposed toes.  Rick looked
down at him and shook his head.  He then looked at his watch.  "Tom, it is
a quarter to one in the morning.  We gotta get going since tomorrow is
gonna be a busy day."

"Shit, how time flies," Tom said.  "Let me just take care of one more
thing, Rick and then we are done for the day."  Tom moved the wooden crate
back into a corner.  He grabbed the digital camera and took a few snapshots
of Tony's sopping crotch and still hard cock tenting out the material of
his shorts.  He turned off the camera, walked over to the cam-corder still
on its tripod facing Tony frontally, flicked a couple switches there,
telling Rick they could just leave it here for the night.  He didn't think
anyone ever came down here.  He then dug around in his gym bag and produced
two black rubber bands, each about half an inch wide.  He walked over to
Tony, not so much as looking at the cop's face, unfastened his "shorts,"
pulled the zipper down and then stuck his hand in the wet fly of Tony's
briefs and pulled his dick out.  He let out a whistle.  "Man, nice dick,
that's got to be what... 8 fat inches?  What a slippery mess though."  He
reached his hand back through the open fly and pulled out Tony fat hairy
balls.  He took the larger of the two thick rubber bands and slid it over
Tony's cock, right down to the base.  "Tony, baby, that is one fuckin'
thick bush you got!  Kind'a slimy right now though.  We'll get that cleaned
up tomorrow, and then we'll trim it down for you.  He patted Tony's torso
just above his pubic bush.  Tony's dick twitched excitedly at the nearby
touch.  Tony just stared open-mouthed.

Tom then stretched the band he had slid down Tony's cock.  It wasn't easy,
and Tony grunted a lot, but Tom got his balls through and let the band snap
into place.

"OW," Tony yelped!  "Shit that is tight.  What is that?"

Tom said nothing.  He took the smaller band and stretched it as wide as he
could using both hands.  He was able to just slide it over Tony's fat
plum-sized cockhead, then let it snap in place right under the flange.

"OW, damnit," Tony yelped again.

"Right Tony," Tom said, "these bands are gonna help you remember what you
need to stay focused on tonight: this nice juicy dick of yours.  You're
gonna feel that pressure all night long.  There's something else about them
that I think you are gonna find fun.  They are squeezing tight all the
ducts and tubes and whatever at the top of your balls, the base of your
dick, and the top of your dick.  This is gonna make you feel deliciously
hot and horny, but it is also gonna make it darn hard, practically
impossible, in fact, for you to shoot.  Instead, this big cock of yours is
probably just gonna be dribbling goo all night.  Yeah, awesome, huh?"  Tony
was mesmerized by the sight of his dick all strapped.  Rick grabbed the gym
bag.  Tom fetched his backpack from the table and the two headed towards
the door, congratulating each other, high-fiving, saying man this was
great.  Each confessed to being harder than he ever felt in his life.  Rick
went out the door and headed up the stairs.

Tony shouted, "HEY, hey, wait a minute.  Guys... don't leave me here.
Guys.. GUYS!!!" Tom turned around to firmly close and lock the door.  With
his head just inside, he said, "We'll be back sometime tomorrow morning.
I'll leave the light on for ya, muscle-cop.  Enjoy all the drippin' your
dick is gonna be doin'.  It's gonna be a sticky night for ya," With that he
pulled the heavy door firmly closed.  Tony heard the locks being turned.

"Awwww fuuuccckk.... jeeeeeze, I'm drippin' already.  Whoa, that
tickles... what the, oh, it's sliding down onto my hairy balls and... oh
shit, that feels funky, what is th..."  Tony tried to look down far enough
to see where his jizz was dripping.  He couldn't move enough to do that,
but he figured out what the tickle was.  "That's... that's gotta
be... yeah, that's gotta be all that hair back behind my balls, fannin' out
over my butt an' runnin' up my asscrack."  Tony's jism was slowly trickling
down towards his tight asspucker, where it pooled briefly then dropped onto
the seat of the chair.

"Oh, man... it's tricklin' right down to my fuckin' asshole.  Oh ho
ho. Shit that tickles.  Damn, all kind'a squishy and itchy down there now."
He tried flexing his thighs a bit, but that accomplished nothing.  He then
lifted his butt off the seat.  That didn't do anything either, so he
dropped back down the two or so inches he had been able to lift himself.
The feeling was making him clench his butt muscles.  This only caused his
dick to throb, but now he couldn't stop.  "Ummmph, oh that feels funny," he
muttered to himself.  Tony looked down at his heavy pec muscles straining
under what remained of his cop shirt.  He looked at the plastic cups into
which his nipples were firmly sucked.

"Sheeeeeesshhh, that is crazy.  My fuckin' tits were already so sensitive,
what are they gonna be like when these things come off?  Damn."  As he
looked over his manly body, Tony kept talking to himself out loud.  "They
aren't really gonna do all that shit.  No way.  They're just messin' with
me.  Sheeeiiittt, other men gettin' their hands all over me, runnin' their
hands over these big hairy pecs of mine, feelin' up my muscley arms and
legs, yeah right, those guys aren't gonna carry through with all
that......................  Uuummphh, damn, I got good pecs, though.  Yeah,
nice full round ones with all that thick short hair patternin' out so
beautifully.  Man, they are beauts."  Tony's dick twitched a couple
times... twitch twitch.  "What are my tits gonna looks like, all plump,
poppin' outta all that dense forest of hair.  Fuck, that's gonna be lewd.
Two little targets, that's what they are gonna look like.  Damn, if some
guy gets his hands on'em, I'm gonna be in trouble. (twitch twitch) Fuck,
look at me... I'm a fuckin' sexy bull cop tethered to a big old barber's
chair.  Man, this bondage is tight.  (twitch twitch) I can't move
a.... huuurrummphh... m..u..s..c..l..e.  I can flex my big thighs though.
Shit, they look good flexing like that... all muscley and hairy. (twitch)
These ropes are so nice and soft, but damn if they don't keep me in
place... yeeeaahhhh, look at those big hairy arms struggling... shit my
biceps are fuckin' sexy.  They look good all nicely roped. (twitch twitch)
Boy, it's warm in here.  Oh yeah, nice arms....  I sure hope Rick was
kiddin' about those feathers.  Man, if some guy got me all tied up and
started featherin' my arms like Rick did... shhiiiitttt, he'd have me
poppin' my nut in no time.... unless... unless... I had to wear these damn
bands around my dick and balls.  Shit that would be torture... my hairy
muscles fiendishly feathered while my big hairy rod gets stiffer and
stiffer and stiffer (twitch twitch) and, ooohhh.... drips and drips without
release for another guys entertainment... ohhhhhh maaannn... (twitch twitch
twitch).  Damn, I look fuckin' good roped up like this.  I am one hot cop.
Yeah, look at my muscles flexin'... oh yeeeaaahhh.

"Humph, I am really stinkin' this place up.  Hunh, another guy rubbin' his
fingers in my bushy armpits... who would do that?  Shit, no chick's ever
done that to me.  They usually complain about my pit odor.  Bet that feels
nice though. (twitch) Boy, my cock is leakin' up a storm... ooohhh soooooo
ssstttiiiccckkkky dowwwnn therrrrre.  Tom was right.  All that creamy goo
drippin' down, coatin' my dick and balls like frosting on a cake.  Yeaahh,
I'm gettin' frosted, hehe.  This big beefcake is gettin' nicely
frosted... for Rick and Tom's pleasure. (twitch twitch) Oh man.....  They
aren't really gonna trim my pubes are they?  That's my manhood down there.
Shit, only pussies trim their pubes........................ Yeah, bet that
feels nice, some guy workin' over my tits and rubbin' his fingers in my
manly pit stink.  Ya think there are guys who'd fuckin' do that to me?
(twitch) Can't be.  Man, if some guy really did catch me in the gym and
started rubbin' my pit stink all over my muscley arms and legs and hairy
chest, shit, he'd have me. (twitch twitch twitch twitch twitch) He could
fuckin' do whatever he wanted and I'd be fuckin' stuck there like some
stupid statue, lettin' him.  That would be so fuckin' humiliating.  (twitch
twitch twitch) Damn, this hat is makin' my head sweat.  I wonder if I can
just tilt my head back... yeah, there it goes.  Whew, that feels better.
Those assholes... think they are so damn smart.  They didn't get my badge
though.  Still there, pinned to my shirt.  Oh maaan my fat juicy cock is so
hard... drippin' like a fuckin' faucet now.... Oh yeah, Tony, you are one
fuckin' hot stud... yeah all them nicely roped muscles, yeah..." (twitch
twitch)

Tony carried on talking to himself like this for well over an hour, flexing
and writhing in his chair.  Unbeknownst to him, Tom had set the cam-corder
to 'record'.  It had a good hour and a half worth of space on the tape
before it automatically clicked off.  Every one of Tony's words, every
moment of his flexing, writhing, twitching, and dripping was recorded.
Tony didn't know it, but he was tightening the ropes of his own trap.