Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2005 12:09:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Trapped Muscle-Cop' Part 4 {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 4
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2005

Part 4: Wagging Tongues

Tom opened his eyes.  He looked about the room.  The bright morning sun
shone through the window.  The furnishings were spartan, but simple, clean,
masculine.  "This will do nicely," he thought as he rolled over in Tony's
big bed.  The clock read 9:00am.  "Ummph, only six hours sleep."  Tom
looked around for Rick, but didn't see him.  The guys had been up until
3:00am on the computer at their apartment.  Tom wasn't particularly
internet savvy, but Rick seemed to know what he was doing with finding a
site host, creating and registering their new site, downloading the
pictures from the digital camera, and creating various kinds of pages.
"Trapped Muscle-Cop" was not yet fully functional, but its existence was
now a reality and it would be open for members by Monday.

After getting work done on the site, Tom and Rick had packed some clothes
they wanted for Tony and drove off to find his place.

Tony had recently bought his first house, a 2-bedroom bungalow.  It was
small, old, and needed a lot of work, but it had a large basement.  Once
that was fixed up into a den and a room for his workout equipment, he
reckoned the place would be comfy and spacious enough.  Over the past four
months, he'd got quite a bit of work done and would soon be ready to start
tinkering with the main part of the house.

Rick and Tom, upon letting themselves in and looking around, had similar
thoughts.  As construction workers, they would be able to fix the place up
themselves.  They approved of Tony's work in the basement, but moved the
workout equipment to the large room, the new den, at the base of the
stairs, and settled upon the smaller room at the back of the basement, with
its little bathroom, as Tony's new bedroom.




Tom helped himself to some orange juice in the kitchen, then padded down
the hall to find Rick.  In the second bedroom, Rick sat at a small desk
with Tony's computer.  He was showered, dressed and working on the website.

"Hey," Tom grunted.

"Morning," Rick said.

The two were a study in contrasts.  Rick, at 5'11" and around 175 lbs., was
marginally the nattier of the two.  In other words, he put gel in his short
brown hair.  His standard attire of faded jeans, a loose button-down shirt,
untucked and with the sleeves rolled up just past his elbows, and a pair of
well-worn workboots, largely covered up what might be called a runner's
body.  Rick worked out occasionally, but mostly he had the firm sinuous
muscle of someone whose physique had developed from the regular physical
labor of his work in construction.  His smooth skin gave him a rather lithe
and agile appearance that was complimented by high cheekbones, a straight
nose and light brown eyes that radiated a kind of happy-go-lucky energy.
The apparent friendliness of those eyes was deceptive.

Tom, a year younger at 25, and an inch shorter at 5'10", gave off a
puppyish charm packed into a fucking hot body.  Since he and Rick were
boys, Tom had been into working out and lifting weights.  The result now
was 195 lbs of muscle.  This was 15 lbs less than Tony, but the two-inch
height differential gave the firm, pumped-up, roundedness of each guy's
chest, buttocks, arms, and legs, a proportional equivalency.  Unlike Rick,
and very much like Tony, Tom was also hairy.  His arms, legs, chest and
butt were all nicely coated with dirty-blond hair.  His pit hair was dense
and bushy.  He kept his chest hair lightly trimmed, all the more to
emphasize his hairy mounds of pec muscle.  Along with keeping the
dirty-blond hair on his head in a short all-over buzz cut, this pretty much
constituted Tom's idea of personal grooming.  He only bothered to fully
shower with soap about every three days, otherwise, if he bothered to bathe
at all, it was a quick get-wet and get-out.  Rick didn't seem to mind.  He
regarded it as in keeping with Tom's whole macho package, usually stuffed
into tight jeans, sneakers, and a tee-shirt, muscle-tee, or tank-top.
Tom's square jaw and hazel eyes completed the ensemble.  Rick looked over
at his studly pal leaning against the doorframe in his dirty white
boxer-briefs.

"Aren't you forgetting something Tom?" Rick asked.

"Oh, you want some coffee?" Tom replied.

"Well, yeah, but I'll make that.  You go get TONY."

Tom's eyes opened wide as he remembered the plan for today.  He threw on
his white tank-top, jeans, and sneakers, and raced out the door.




When Tom opened the door to the warehouse basement, he saw Tony looking a
bit grumpy.

"Mornin' muscle-cop," he greeted.

To which Tony replied, "I need to pee... NOW!!!"

Tom told him to hang on one more minute and he would untie him.

After quickly packing the cam-corder and tripod back in his gym bag, he
untied Tony's wrists.  As Tony was rubbing his arms to get the blood
circulating again, Tom slapped Tony's own handcuffs around his wrists.

"Sorry, but I don't want you fully free just yet," he said.

Tony grumbled as Tom untied the rest of the ropes and stuffed them in his
gym bag.  Lastly, he popped the caps on the suction cups and freed Tony's
red and sore nipples.  "Ouch!" Tony yelled, with the removal of each cup.
He brought his hands up to touch his enlarged mantits and nearly jumped a
mile!!  Tom told him to leave them alone, that the swelling would diminish
and the soreness disappear after a while.  He then whistled and nodded his
head for Tony to follow him out the door.  Tony pulled up his sticky briefs
and fastened his "shorts".  He asked Tom where they were going and was
informed that the first stop was just outside so he could pee, then he was
being taken home.

"My home?" Tony asked.

"Of course, where else am I gonna take ya?" Tom replied.

Tony brightened up.  He knew last night had to have been a big prank.  It
was probably cooked up by some of his buddies at the station.  Very funny.
He'd get them back.  On the ride back to his house, a wave of relaxation
washed over him.  Okay, he thought, the guys at the station got him good,
but upon reflection, it really wasn't that bad.  In fact, he couldn't
figure it out, but he had never been so horny and hard in his life.  He
wished Tom would get those rubber straps off his dick, though.  He looked
over at a smiling Tom, a manly hairy muscle-guy like himself.  Damn, a stud
like that; he had to be all right.  Tony's dick started to stiffen again.
He was sure it was those "fuckin' rubber bands."

Tom pulled the truck up to the side of the house, near the kitchen door.
No sooner had they entered the kitchen when Rick came barreling in.

"Howdy," he stated smiling at Tom and Tony.

Tony was a little surprised.

"Did Tom tell ya the good news?  He and I both work construction and were
gonna help ya get this house together... for free!"

"Really?" Tony asked.  "That is fuckin' fantastic.  I knew you guys had to
be okay."

Tom reached over and unlocked Tony's handcuffs.  Rick explained how he
thought the house had all sorts of fixer-up potential.  He then invited a
smiling Tony to come have a look at something he'd already got started on.
Tony and Tom followed Rick into the second bedroom.  Tony stopped dead in
his tracks.  He was staring, eyes big as saucers, at his computer screen.

"Ya like it?" Rick asked.  "Man, it has been a lot of work, but there it
is... "Trapped Muscle-Cop."  Your very own website."

Tony was rendered momentarily speechless.  His face had turned a shade of
red.  "What the... hell...  You gotta be kiddin' me.  WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
ABOUT?  Come'on guys, the joke's over."

Rick clicked the mouse on a link and a variety of hot (and very
compromising) pictures with captions came up.  Tom explained from behind
Tony that this was no joke at all; it was very real.  The site would be
open for membership by Monday.  Rick clicked on the page for membership
rates, showing the various benefits offered at each level.  The higher
levels of membership weren't cheap, but they included things like regularly
scheduled webcam sessions starring Officer Martino himself.

"Ha!  Butthead, that isn't gonna work.  I don't even have a webcam!" Tony
shouted.  Tom informed him that Rick would be picking one up tomorrow.
Rick, started pointing out how it would work, with people typing in instant
messages asking Tony to do all sorts of humiliating things in front of
them.

Tony's fists were clinched and he was about to punch Rick in the face when
Tom and Rick grabbed him.

"Unh unh, muscle-boy.  You try any of that and the address to this site
will be sent to every fuckin' police station in the city.  GOT IT!" Rick
said, himself getting a little worked up.  "You cool down boy, and show a
little gratitude."  "Gra... gra...," was all an incredulous Tony could get
out of his mouth.

"Damn, Tony, we set up this nice website for you, were gonna help you work
on your house, free of charge... and you're gettin' two new housemates
thrown into the bargain.  We won't be payin' rent, of course.  That's your
responsibility.  But we'll be takin' care a'ya real good, so don't you
worry about that.  See... we really don't want ya getting fired from the
police and having to flip burgers the rest of your life.  But if you don't
cooperate, you'll leave us with no choice, and that's no good is it?" Rick
said.

Tony didn't know what to do.  Shit, his buddies on the force couldn't see
this crap.  He'd be ruined.  Rick told him to go take a shower and clean
himself up.  Said, he'd feel much better after that.

A mind-fucked Tony headed off towards his bedroom when Tom grabbed him by
the arm and said, "No, dude, it's this way."  He led a confused Tony to the
basement, where Tony saw that all his workout equipment had been moved to
what was formerly the den.  Rick showed him his new bedroom.  It didn't
have much in it: carpeting, a single mattress with its old iron bedstead
that Tony had kept up in the second bedroom for guests.  There was a small
closet and a bedside table with a lamp.

Tony balked and got angry again, shouting that this was his house and that
Rick and Tom had no right to do this to him.  They just told him to shut up
and take a shower in the little bathroom off to the side.  Tony looked in
the closet.  His spare uniform pants and the week's supply of uniform
shirts, along with his other work gear, were inside, but nothing else.  Tom
tossed his policeman's cap to him.  He had everything he needed for work on
Monday, but no idea what he was supposed to wear now.  Rick pointed over to
a pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

"What's that shit?" Tony demanded.

"That, buddy, is what you have got to wear," Rick said.  "In the closet
upstairs, I saved a pair of jeans and some chinos, along with a few polo
shirts and a pair of brown shoes.  But that stuff is for special occasions.
Ya know, when we take you out or something.  I saved a couple things for
winter too, your coat'n all.  But the rest of your clothes I've bundled up
for drop off at the Salvation Army.  Hey, you can write it off on your
taxes," Rick chuckled.

An increasingly stupefied Tony walked over to the pile of dirty clothes.
Tom said, "Your gym sneaks are over there somewhere.  No socks though.  We
got other uses for them.  The rest of the stuff, briefs, jockstraps, gym
shorts, and t-shirts, that's all my old workout gear."

"Tom's not too good about doin' his laundry," Rick added.  "He tends to
wear the same shit day after day.  We figured when he wants a clean tee and
gym shorts to wear around the house or for working out, he can just bring
the dirty ones down here for you to wear."

Tony picked up some white gym shorts and a white t-shirt.  He could smell
the musky sweat odors wafting from them.  Tom told him that most of it was
pretty tight on him, so it was bound to be really tight on Tony who was a
bit bigger.

"Hold still," Tom said.  He pulled out a pocketknife and cut the two rubber
straps around Tony's dick and balls.  Tony let out a groan.

"Get cleaned up," Tom said, "and join me out here for a little exercise.
We can stretch a bit... push-ups, sit-ups, free weights.  That'll be good
for ya after all that time sitting.  Man, dude, I am so happy to have a
workout partner.  Rick's not much into it.  This is gonna be great!"

After a long soak in the shower, Tony dried off, ran his fingers through
his short black hair and walked over to the pile of dirty clothes.  He put
on a pair of slightly yellowed briefs, followed by the white gym shorts.
They just barely fit as he slid them over his big hairy legs.  A bit of his
hairy bubble butt popped out of the leg holes.  "Aaawwwhhwwh,
jeeeeeeeeezzzzze," he whimpered.  He sniffed the pits of the t-shirt.
"Man, that is fuckin' ripe.  Shit, that is gonna mix in with my own hairy
pit odor!"  He slowly slid his arms into the short sleeves and pushed his
head through the neck.  When he got it pulled down over his chest, he saw
that the shirt stopped about two inches above the waistband of his shorts.
Tony looked at himself in the mirror hanging inside the closet door.  He
looked like he was being squeezed by the clothes.  They really emphasized
his muscles and his tan hairy arms and legs stood out in contrast to the
dirty white of the gym attire.  His newly puffed up mantits pushed the
fabric out more than usual.

As Tony stood there looking at himself, he raised his arms and flexed his
biceps.  His bushy pit hair was halfway out from under the short sleeves.
"Man, I am fuckin' hot," he said to himself.  Tony's dick started to plump
up.  He stuck his nose in his pits and sniffed at Tom's musky cheesy odor.
Instantly, Tony sprang a full hard-on.  His fat cut dick had no place to go
in those briefs and shorts.  "Unnghh," Tony moaned softly.  His cock,
finding that it couldn't push straight out, started bending backwards,
making for the waistbands.  Within a minute, Tony's big plum cockhead had
pushed above the waistband of his shorts and now sat trapped against his
tummy, pointing at his bellybutton.  Tony moaned softly again and lightly
rubbed the underside of his cock through his shorts.  He bent over and put
on his dirty gym sneakers... "fuck, no socks, my feet are gonna be rank in
minutes..."  Then he headed into the next room where Tom was waiting.

"Awesome, stud," Tom said with a grin a mile wide.  "You look ace like that
man.  Here, have a toasted bagel."

Rick had gone upstairs to download the film from the camcorder and make a
start at editing it into clips for the website.  When he came back down
about an hour later, he had his shirt off.  Tom and Tony had worked up a
sweat and the basement smelled like a locker-room.  Neither guy was sure if
the sweat was solely the result of exercise.  Throughout, no matter what
Tony was doing, Tom would run his hands over his body, lightly patting his
ass while he did push-ups, caressing and tickling his thighs while Tony did
a bit of lifting on the weight bench, and lightly tracing all his fingers
up and down Tony's arms while the big guy did leg curls.  Tony couldn't
help but repeatedly look at Tom's muscular arms with their thick coating of
dirty-blond hair, while the guy felt him up.  He looked at Tom's big hairy
thighs bursting out of his tight blue gym shorts and he looked at Tom's
torso packed into that tight tank-top, with all that neatly trimmed hair
fanning out across Tom's firm rounded pecs up to the base of his neck.
Just like his own hot hairy chest, he thought.  So manly.  Yeah.  Tony's
dick pulsed hard and his balls tingled.

"Yeah, two muscle-studs workin' out... fuck that feels good," Tony thought.
The testosterone charge from his hard cock and churning balls heightened
every feeling in his body as he slowly went through his workout routine.

Tom could read Tony's mind.  He had only to look at his twitching cock and
the big swollen balls packed into those tight shorts.  When it was Tom's
turn to do an exercise or work with the weights, he kept an eye on Tony,
noting his stiff boner as the stud stared at him with a slightly glazed
look in his eyes.  "You are goin' down muscle-boy," Tom thought to himself.
"Yeah, you are more helpless by the minute.  Got you just where you need to
be."  Tom grinned inwardly.




Rick put some sandwiches and beer down on a small coffee table.  "Lunchtime
guys."  After a quiet lunch, Rick walked behind Tony and grabbed hold of
his biceps.  "Flex for me."

Tony looked up at Rick, harumphed, then lifted his arms and slowly pumped
them.  "There, keep'em just like that," Rick said.

He ran his hands across Tony's flexed upper arms.  Then his fingers headed
for Tony's pits.  Rick teased Tony's thick pit hair.  His fingers darted
into the sleeves and tickled the inner recesses of Tony's pits.  They
swirled through the hairs, then retreated, lightly pulling and tugging
until more of Tony's pit hair pushed beyond his sleeves.  Rick proceeded to
let his fingers lightly brush that hair, teasing the follicles, making
Tony's pits itch.  So light and soft and feathery.  Tony sighed louder than
he wanted to.  He was looking down from his seated perch on the weight
bench at Tom, who was kneeling before him.  Tony didn't know where to look.
He turned his head sideways to and fro, watching Rick pleasure his pits,
but his eyes kept coming back to Tom's big things and his hairy right arm,
now reaching out, fingers heading slowly for Tony's dickhead.  His cock had
softened a bit during lunch, but Tony hadn't tucked it back into his
shorts.  Now it was pulsing again.

Tom put his right thumb and two fingers on the tip of Tony's cock.  He
gently pressed the head, then slowly corkscrewed his fingers and
thumb... back and forth... back and forth....

"Hoh, hoh, hoh," Tony breathed.

"That's it stud, we're gonna take good care'a ya.  Keep ya all nice and hot
and stiff," Rick whispered.  "Yeah, with each minute, you are more and more
helpless.  All those nice, sweaty, hairy muscles conspirin' to keep you in
place."  "Oh, oh man..." Tony whimpered.

"Ya like my legs Tony?" Tom said while he continued his ministrations on
Tony's cock tip.  "How 'bout these arms?  Ya like'em?  Yeah, I know ya do.
Ya wanna touch'em, don't ya.  Ya wanna run those big strong hands of yours
through my hairy forearms and up around my biceps."  Tom flexed his left
arm for Tony.  It was nearly as big as his own.  Tony licked his lips.

Tom gave him one of his killer smiles and said, "Maybe, as your fingers
move across my biceps, you'd like to dip them into my hairy pits.  Yeah,
feel all that moist skin and wet sweat drippin' from all that hair.  Bet
you'd like that, huh.  Gettin' your fingers all coated with my pit musk,
rubbin' it all around, then bringin' your fingers up to your nose and
smelling my stink on you.  Yeah, that'd be goooooood, huh."

Tony' dick had started to leak pre-cum.  Tom massaged the natural lube into
the cockhead, making his fingers swirl faster and more smoothly.  Tony's
rod was as stiff as it had ever been.

Tom told Tony to turn his head sideways, lean down and take a whiff of his
own pits.  "Can ya smell that, dude?  That's all my pit stink in that
t-shirt gettin' all moistened up and mixing with your own smelly pits.
Hot, huh.  All your big hairy muscles tightly packed in another guy's grimy
stinkin' old t-shirt, gettin' all that stink on you, and there ain't
nothin' you can do about it.  Yeah, you're trapped in my stink Tony.  Don't
worry, you won't ever have to leave it.  I'm gonna make sure that when you
are off work, you'll spend most of your time breathin' in funky man-odors."

Tony's dick was pulsing hard.  Tom let go, not wanting the muscle-cop to
squirt his load just yet.  Tony wanted to reach down and rub his dick to
explosion.  And he tried, he tried so hard to lower his arms, but he
couldn't.  They were frozen in flexed tension as Rick continued to torment
Tony's pit hair.

"Awwwww guys... ooohhhhh shhhiiittt...........," Tony whined.
"D... don't... do... this... to me."  He wanted to get off, but he didn't
want another guy doing it.

Tom rubbed his hands up and down Tony's legs from the ankles to the edge of
his gym shorts.  He spent extra time tickling Tony's inner thighs.  This
caused the musclebound stud to spread his legs wider.

"Good boy Tony, we ain't even got you tied up and you're giving us access
to these nice (tap)... full (tap)... balls (tap)."  Tom would work over
Tony's legs, slowly inch his fingers up to his crotch, lightly tap on his
balls, and then start the whole motion over again.

Tony was going nuts.  "My b... balls are soooooo full.  D... don't do
that." (tap, tap, tap) "Unnnnnghhhhhh...."

"Yeah, we like your balls full Tony, remember?" Rick said.  "Keeps you
focused."

Tom joined in, "Were gonna keep'em full.  All that creamy man juice boiling
away down there.  That's gonna be nice sexual torment for you.  We'll get
ya off now and then.  That's what that cup is for on your bedside table.
You shoot your jism into it, and we will then feed it to you.  All that
protein right back into your system.  We recycle Tony."

"Noooooooohhhh, don't make me drink my own stud sauce... ohhhh mannn."

"Never mind about that right now.  I got something more important for you
to do," Tom said.  He stood up and straddled Tony's lap, resting his feet
on the other side of the weight bench where Rick was standing.  Tom
tightened his thighs around Tony's waist and flexed his arms for the
hairy-chested Italian-American stud.  Tony looked at Tom's muscular hairy
arms and panted.

Rick stopped playing with Tony's pits.  He brought Tony's arms down and
tied his wrists behind his back with more of that soft rope.  Tony turned
his head to watch, too dick-hard and horny to resist.  When Rick finished,
Tony gritted his teeth and flexed his arms, testing the strength of the
rope.  He grunted and twisted side to side.  Tom brought his arms down and
patted Tony's chest.  He then flicked his nipples.  Tony stopped
struggling, it was like he had been zapped with electricity.

Tom raised his left arm behind his head.  With his right hand, he gripped
the back of Tony's head and started pulling the muscle hunk towards his
dripping hairy stinking pit.  For Tony, it seemed to happen in slow motion.
His face got closer and closer and closer.  He smelled Tom's heavy manly
odor.  He felt Tom's pit hairs tickling his nose and then his lips.  Then,
his face was pressed fully against the hairy pit.

Tom ordered Tony to "sniff that muscleman sweat.  Get your face in there
and breathe it in pig.  That's what you are Tony, you're a pit pig.
Sniffin' your own pits when you think nobody's watching.  This turns you
on... yeah, you're helpless big boy.  How does that feel?  Ya like that?"
Tom rubbed Tony's face around the pit.

"Unnnnghh," Tony moaned.  His dick twitched.

"Ha ha!  Look at your pecker boy.  Oh yeah, you can't; you're busy.  Well
let me tell you.  You are HARD!  Your pecker is tryin' so hard to get out
of those shorts."

Rick reached around with both hands and pulled the waistbands of Tony's
shorts and briefs down below his balls, where he let them snap back,
locking Tony's big cock and full bull balls in place.

"Tell me how much you like this, stud.  All that manly sweat drippin' on
your handsome face, gettin' in your nose and mouth," Tom said.

"Ohhhh, damn... ohhh your pit stinks.  Awwwww, fuck, all your butch blond
muscley pit hair in my face.  Shit, your funky aroma filling up
my... lungs... ohhhhhhh."  Tony's dick was swinging backwards and forwards.
He felt two hands cup his asscheeks.  They were squeezing.  Then a pair of
fingers seemed to be running down his asscrack, outside his shorts.

"Stick your tongue out, Tony," Tom said.  "Lick my pit, stud.  There you
go... get that taster all around in there.  Lick all those hairs, suck that
sweat out of the pit and into your mouth.  That's a gooooood pit slave,"
Tom cooed.

Tony writhed under Tom.  He struggled to free his arms from the rope and
his head from Tom's grip, but at the same time, he stuck his tongue out and
started licking in short up and down strokes.

"Mmmmmmmphh, slurp slurp.  Mmmm...mmuuunnghh.  Oh (slurp) yeah (slurp) oh
(slurp) fuckin' (slurp) muscle (slurp) pit (slurp)."

"You know Tony," Rick said from behind while still running his fingers up
and down Tony's shorts-encased butt crack, "Tom doesn't wash those pits
much.  You're really eating some heavy-duty sweat and grime there.  Just
what you need isn't it?  Big handsome muscle-cop and we are turning you
into a hot, hard, helpless, pit-lapper."

Tom pulled Tony's head out of his left pit and moved it over to the right.
"There you go, Tony, a nice fresh pit for you to work on.  Just think, this
is your future.  Right here, right now, you are being turned into a pit
worshipper.  Yeah, struggle for me Tony, that's it, flex those big muscles.
I'm gonna cover them in my pit sweat Tony.  Every night at bedtime, we're
gonna tie ya spread eagle to that little bed in there.  I'm gonna rub my
fingers in my pits and massage the funky musky man stink into your arms and
legs and chest.  Might use it as lube to jack your dick a bit, bring you
right to the edge just before you try to go to sleep.  Maybe I'll rub your
pecs down with your own pit stink..."

"UUUUUMMMMMPPPPHHH...gggggg...nnnnnnnnnngghh...mmmmmmm.!!!"

"One thing's, for sure, I am never washing my pits again.  From now on you
are my official pit licker.  Your tongue will slurp out my pits in the
morning before you head off to work, giving you some nice pit breath; and
you will lick them clean again before you go to bed at night.  'Course, on
days we workout, you will have extra pit-duty.  Wait till Monday night
football starts!  I'm gonna strap your head in my pits and you're gonna
sniff and lick for the duration of the game!  Whoooo haaaaa!  Man, this is
good."

Tony kept struggling.  He also kept licking and snuffling like the pit pig
he was rapidly becoming.  His cock was sticky with man cream slowly
dripping down.  Tom pulled Tony's head out of his pit, telling him that
Rick too has some training for his tongue.  Tom pushed Tony backwards -
thud.  He fell on his back, his legs resting on the weight bench.
Momentarily dazed, he looked up.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  NO NO NO!  NOOOOOOO!!!... DON'T MAKE ME A BUTT
LICKER!  FUCK FUCK FUCK NO!..... Oh no, not your ass man.  I don't wanna
lick your ass.  Please... come'on, you can't, you wouldn't...."

Rick, smiling, was slowly lowering his sweaty bare ass right down on Tony's
face.  "Ha ha ha.  Mine's nice and smooth Tony.  Just wait 'till it's Tom's
turn.  Man, his ass is as hairy as yours.  Oh this is gonna be good.  I'm
gonna settle in for a nice long ride on your face.  Your nose is gonna be
stuck up right behind my balls, sniffing all that ball-sweat.  And your
tongue, that's gonna be on my pucker tryin' to push its way in for a nice
buffet of tasty butt meat and ass juice.  Today's your lucky day.  I've
saved up a treat for you..."

"What... what... no man, don't make me service your ass,
please... ohhhhhhhhhhhh........ fffuuuuccmmmmmmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh."

Phhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiittttttttt... With his ass locked over Tony's mouth and
his balls resting on Tony's eyes, Rick let out a whopper of a fart.  Tony
grunted.  He couldn't move his head.

"Ya like my stinky fart.  I knooow you do.  Some nice man smells for ya!
Ha!" said Rick.

Tony was using all his strength to buck Rick off of his face.  His hairy
calves were kicking up and down on the weight bench.  Tom grabbed hold of
them by the ankles and pressed them down.  Tony couldn't move.

"MMMMMmmmmmpphhhhh!!!"

Keeping a grip on Tony's ankles, Tom leaned over and started to lick Tony's
hairy calves... short little licks... up and down.

"Ohhh, I'm diggin' your hairy legs, man," Tom uttered between licks.

Tony started to calm down.  Tom was turning him on.  His muscular legs went
slack.  Rick let out a hoot, "Yeah, buttlicker, get that tongue in
there..."

Tony was helpless, the smell and Tom's work on his legs, was getting to
him.  He stuck his tongue out and took a few swipes of Rick's manhole.
Rick lifted his balls and looked at Tony's eyes.  He loved seeing this
handsome stud helpless.  Rick couldn't get enough of it.

Fifteen minutes later, Rick lifted himself off Tony's sweat-coated face.
Tony' took in a deep breath.  Rick lifted him up by the pits, while Tom
turned around on all fours.  Tony was quickly slid off the bench and onto
his knees, his hands still roped behind him.

Tom had taken off his shorts and briefs.  Tony stared at his hairy
muscle-butt.  Rick leaned over and began to pet Tom's ass, running his palm
over the full curves, brushing all the short blond hairs.

"Nice ain't it.  Feels so good running my hands through all that hair on
firm solid muscle.  Tom's a hot stud, huh.  Yeah... and this bubble butt is
prime American beef, just like yours.  Betcha wanna get your hands on it,
huh," Rick said as he kept petting Tom's buttcheeks.

Tony's dick was dripping so much that the front of his shorts was soaked.
"You smell that Tony?" Rick asked.  "That's man sweat.  That's Tom's
masculine odor.  It's all over this nice muscle butt.  Why don't you lean
down and have a sniff, maybe a lick or two."

Tony whimpered, "Oh damn, that's a studly ass you got Tom.  Shit it's firm.
All that nice manly hair too.  That's the way a man's ass should
be... firm... and... haaaaiirrryy...  Ohhh man..."

Rick reached behind Tony's head and started pushing him down into Tom's
ass.

"Oh man, Rick, you're pushing my face in his ass... awwwwwwww fuuuccck."

"Heh heh, down you go boy.  A nice musclebutt for a cocky
musclehead... down... you...go..."

"Mmmmpphh... hoh hoh... it smeeelllls sooo gooood... (gulp, lick)," Tony
moaned.  Rick went behind Tony and untied the ropes.  Tony's hands quickly
made their way to Tom's big thighs, his fingers brushing through the hairy
muscle.  They moved up higher, squeezing the sides of Tom's buttcheeks,
patting them, admiring them, worshipping them.  Tony's tongue licked all
over Tom's hairy butt, cleaning up the sweat and leaving a trail of his own
spit before moving into the fur-lined crack.  "Unngghh, ummmph,
mmmgggnn...," Tony moaned softly.  "Fuck... I'm a hairy-chested muscle-cop
eating hairy hunk butt... (slurp).  This is... so
fuckin'... humiliating... shit... ohhh."

Rick picked up the digital camera that Tom had put on a shelf while Tony
was showering earlier.  He began to take pictures from every angle, getting
some great close-ups of Tony's tongue at work.  Rick stepped behind Tony
and started to gently pull the cop's gym shorts and dirty briefs down to
his knees.  Rick lifted each knee and slid the shorts off completely,
leaving Tony in nothing but his tight t-shirt and gym sneakers.  Rick
patted the firm shelves of Tony's hairy bubble-butt and took lots of
pictures.  He gently lifted the stud's right hand off Tom's butt and guided
it to Tony's own stiff pecker.  Tony moaned and ran his fingers along the
underside of his shaft, his thumb grazing the big wet cockhead.  Rick
whispered in Tony's ear, "Yeeaaah, big fella, you just stroke yourself nice
and slow-like... that's it.  Feel's sooo goood, hunh.  That'a boy..."

Rick knew that Tony's big dick was a means of controlling him.  He wanted
to forge a connection in the pleasure centers of Tony's brain between his
happy dick and licking out Tom's asspucker.  For Rick, it was all the more
fun that he could get Tony to lead himself deeper into the trap.  He
snapped more pictures.

Tom was likewise grunting and had moved his right hand to his own fat cock.
Rick took a few pictures of that too, with Tom's tongue lolling out, spit
dripping off his chin, and Tony's head buried in his butt in the
background.

Rick then picked up a can of beer and slowly poured a bit down Tom's ass.
Tony lapped it up as it trickled down into Tom's dilating pucker.

"Enjoying your first rim-job Tony?  Heh heh... first of many you will be
giving.  Your a rimming-man now... a musclebound butt-licker, " Rick said.

Tony squeaked a bit and repeated Rick's words, "I'm a butt-lick
(slurp)..er..., ggnnnuunnggh... oh damnit... oh fuck."  His left hand kept
caressing Tom's hairy legs and ass, coming very close to fondling Tom's
balls, letting the back of his hand brush against the hairy nutsack.

Rick trickled a bit of beer down Tony's ass and started rubbing his index
finger in the crack.  He soon zeroed in on Tony's own pucker.  Adding a bit
more beer, Rick started to push a finger into Tony's manhole... Tony
clenched his buttcheeks, then pushed out on Rick's finger.  He clenched
again and pushed.  He couldn't stop.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he
knew he was in big trouble, but his pucker felt soooo hot and itchy.
Rick's teasing finger felt good.

Tom was grunting up front, "Damn dude, your tongue feels hot, oh
yeah... ohhhh yeah, my ass... man you are licking out my ass... ooohhhh.
Make my ass yours... yeah, this blond muscle-stud's butt is your
property... DAMN!  Huuuuh, hooo, hhhuuuunnnhh..."

Rick had just caught all that on tape.  He had brought the cam-corder down
when he finished on the computer.  He popped a new tape in and let it roll
as he walked around the two guys.  He now put the cam-corder on its tripod
and returned to Tony's ass.  He spit on his finger and on Tony's pucker and
shoved the finger all the way in.  Tony's head popped out of Tom's ass.

"Wha... oh no, get your finger out... don't finger fuck me, man."

"Sssshhhhhhh...," Rick whispered, patting Tony's back with his right hand
like he was calming a nervous colt.  He pushed Tony's head back into Tom's
ass, then rubbed his hairy six-pack abs under the t-shirt.  "Your dick is
so hard Tony; you just stay focused on that.  Nothin' you can do about the
finger in your ass now.  It's too late.  I've taken a little bit of your
macho pride away from you.  You're being finger-fucked by another guy and
there's nothin' you can do to reverse it.  Just keep squeezing on my finger
with your butt muscles... that's it."

Tony let out a short high-pitched whine.  He had been humiliated.  Another
dude pumpin' his butthole with his finger and it felt so good, but Tom's
ass, man that was nice too.  That's where his face belonged, up Tom's butt
or in his stinkin' pits.  With Rick's finger gently nudging his joy button
up his ass, Tony could hardly thing straight.  What would his buddies at
the station say if they saw him now?  Shit, he'd be wrecked.

Rick moved his right hand around Tony's hairy nuts.  He bounced them in his
palm, then cupped them and squeezed.  Tony grunted, making muffled
complaints about how full his balls were and how much he needed to cum.
Rick laughed and kept fondling the big low-hangers.  He pulled his finger
out of Tony's hole, leaned over, and whispered something in Tom's ear.  Tom
grunted and raised himself up on his knees.  He crawled away from Tony's
lust-glazed face.

Rick pulled Tony back onto his haunches.  Tony used the weight bench to
help himself rise to his feet.  He shook his head like he was coming out of
a dream.  "You fuckers," he said.

It was now late in the afternoon.  Rick wanted to get more work done on the
website, maybe even run out and get that webcam today.

Tom came up behind Tony and put him in an arm lock before the muscle-cop
even knew what happened.  Tony struggled to get free, but Tom was almost as
strong as he was and Tony was still in a bit of a sex daze.  The next thing
he saw was Rick approaching with what looked like a long thin leather cord.

Rick tightly looped the cord around the top of Tony's ballsack several
times, eliciting a few yelps from the arm-locked hairy muscle stud.  Rick
tied a solid knot, then looped the cord around the base of Tony's quivering
cock.  After a knot there, Rick criss-crossed the strands of the cord up
the pulsing shaft, finally tightly coiling the ends just under the ridge of
the gooey purple head.  He tied several knots there and told Tony that he
did not want to see his hands anywhere near his cock and balls.  They were
Rick's now, to do with as he pleased.  Rick pulled Tom's grungy old white
gym shorts back up Tony's legs, without the briefs.  Tony's tied-up
cockhead throbbed above the waistband.  He was leaking clear fluid now.

Rick smirked.  "You wanna watch how much drippin' you do.  You'll get that
cord all wet, and you know what happens to wet leather when it dries... it
shrinks.  Heh heh."