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Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 11 By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com) Copyright 2005
Part 11: A Mystery Tackled with Relish
Tony was staring at his e-mail. He couldn't believe what he had just read:
"Dear Trapped Muscle-Cop, Hi!
"I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your show on Wednesday night! That was really cool, man. You are one hot cop. I can't wait to chat with you again. I've been keeping my eye on you for a while and then one night, surfing on the web, I stumble across this site and there you are. I couldn't believe it, but man am I glad. I think we are going to be good buddies. I do, however, have a couple of requests. I hope you don't mind. Actually, you don't really have any choice, but I thought I would be polite. Lol!
"I've seen you cruising around with that partner of yours. Man, he is hot too. Now, the thing is, what I would really like is to see a bit more action between you two. I bet you guys get awfully sweaty riding around in that car all morning. So, I was thinking, wouldn't it be great if you helped your partner cool down? What I have in mind is this: I want you to give your partner a tongue bath. Yeah, a good long one, from head to toes. I don't know how he is going to feel about this so it is your task to persuade him. I'll give you a tip though. I bet if you offered him a blowjob, he would agree. Don't you think so? No guy says 'no' to a good old-fashioned BJ. Tell him he can take a picture of you doing it as a souvenir. That should make him pretty amenable.
"Okay okay, you may be thinking no way on earth are you going to do this. Am I right? Thought so. Here it is my turn to persuade you. If you don't do this, I will send an e-mail to your precinct chief with the URL for your website. How about that? Man, that would really put you on the spot. I wonder what would happen to your reputation at the station? Of course, once your partner has had his dick in your mouth, you would pretty much be under his control, but at least that can be a little secret between the two of you. That seems pretty fair to me.
"That should do it for now. Don't forget, I'll be watching.
"See ya around. Lol!
PS. Have fun!"
"No fuckin' way!" Tony grumbled in disbelief. Jason was up against him for the promotion. There was no way he would give his competition that kind of power over him. More disconcerting, however, was the fact that somebody who has seen the website knows who he is and where to find him. Tony realized the implications. Someone in town has been on the website. They might have downloaded pictures and video of him that could ruin his career if they were seen by anyone at work. But there was nothing Tony could do about it. Tony thought that with Rick and Tom there was still the flicker of a possibility that he could turn the tables. He had not yet figured out how he was going to do that but, at least, he knew who he was dealing with. Now, even if there was some way he could get out of the sticky situation at home, it wouldn't solve much since there was someone else, someone he didn't even know, who had the power to make him do... whatever!
"Dammit, it could be anyone," Tony fumed. "What the heck am I supposed to do now? This asshole could totally mess with my life if I don't do as he says. But if I do what he wants that could also drop me in hot shit. Fuck, I'm trapped."
Tony squirmed in his chair, his fists clenched. "Geeze, why the fuckin' hell am I sportin' a fuckin' bone? This is fucked up man," he thought to himself.
A half an hour later and Tony and Jason were out on morning patrol. Tony was relieved to be driving. This, at least, gave him the sense of being in control of something. Still, he couldn't get his mind off the e-mail from 'notredamefan', what he had been asked to do, and the prospect of being found out.
Jason decided to break the silence. "Looks like it's going to be another hot one."
"Yeah... Summer...," Tony said distractedly.
"Got any plans for the weekend Martino?"
"Huh, oh uh, naw not really. Doing some shit around the house, stuff like that," Tony replied. "How 'bout you?"
"Not a lot. Thought I'd work on my tan," said Jason. "My apartment complex has a pool. It's not big enough to do any real swimming, just for cooling off. There are some lawn-chairs on one side. If I get there early enough, I can usually snag one. The place fills up with kids pretty quickly on the weekends, though. Lots of yelling and splashing."
"Yeah, that kinda sucks...," Tony started to respond, and then he had an idea. "Hey, I got a good-sized backyard an' all... why don't ya come over to my place tomorrow?"
"Really," Jason responded. "That'd be cool, man. I'll take you up on it if you're serious."
"Heck, yeah, come on by... say about 11:00 in the mornin', somethin' like that, before it gets too hot. We can lay out for an hour, then have some sandwiches and a couple beers. How 'bout it?"
"You're on dude," said Jason.
Tony perked up. Having a buddy from the station come over to his house was something he had not thought of before. Tony thought it would be interesting to see how Rick and Tom would react. Those two jerk-offs were very comfortable living in his house at his expense, or, at least, partly at his expense. Tony was willing to bet that they would not want to blow the lid off their little operation so soon. "Yeah...," Tony thought to himself. "Unless those two knuckleheads want trouble, they're gonna have to clear off for the day. Hmmmm. That'll teach them. I can still flex a bit of muscle around my own fuckin' house, ha!" It was arguably a small victory, but Tony liked the idea of pissing-off his captors. It made him feel like he was in charge again, even if only temporarily. "This is just the first step, assholes. I'm gonna get you back, somehow," mused the proud young cop.
Tony's reverie was interrupted when a pickup truck coming from the opposite direction ran through a four-way stop, causing other drivers to slam on their brakes and swerve to avoid an accident.
"Whoa, shithead," said Jason as he flipped on the cruiser's flashing lights and hit the siren. Tony made a quick u-turn in the middle of the street and sped off in pursuit of the truck. The driver of the offending vehicle quickly pulled over to the curb. Tony pulled up behind him and started to fill out the ticket. As he wrote down the license number his eyes widened. He laughed to himself. This day was shaping up nicely, Tony thought, as he prepared to give Rick an expensive ticket for running a stop-sign and speeding.
"I'll handle this," Tony said to Jason as he put on his dark reflective sunglasses and his cap and got out of the car.
Tony tapped on the driver's window. As Rick rolled the window down, he looked up, a huge grin beginning to spread across his face. "Officer Martino... something wrong?" Rick teased.
"Yes sir," Tony said, barely able to suppress a laugh, "failing to stop at a four-way intersection and speeding... Driver's License and registration please."
Rick handed over the requested documents. "Golly Officer, you got me. Ha ha ha!" Tony smiled and nodded. "Yes, sir, heh heh, look's like I have. Here you go," he said as he handed Rick a written fine for 200 dollars.
"My Officer, I know I was in the wrong, but isn't that a bit high?" Rick asked. Martino grinned, "That's payable by check within 30 days. I advise you against any further infactions... interfactions?" Tony couldn't remember the correct word.
"Infractions? Is that the word you're looking for Officer?" Rick said gleefully. Tony frowned and spat out, "Don't mess with the law... sir. Got it?"
"Got it Officer," Rick said.
Tony turned to walk back to the police cruiser when he heard Rick say, "And don't you worry, Officer, I'll get this paid straight away. Got a buddy at home who will take care of this real promptly!"
Tony stopped in his tracks. "Dammit!" he muttered. "I fuckin' just busted myself!" He suddenly realized Jason was watching, so Tony made a show of looking at his watch and then up to the sun.
"Whew!" Tony said as he got into the car. "Only 10 o'clock and the air is already steamin'."
"Any trouble?" Jason asked.
"Naw, just routine," Tony grunted. "Jerk wasn't paying attention."
Tony put the car in gear and started to pull away from the curb.
"Right you are about this heat, man. When are they going to fix the air-conditioning in this damn car? Sure wish I could think of some way to cool down," Jason said.
Tony's foot accidentally punched down on the accelerator as he pulled out into traffic, propelling the cruiser nearly into the side of a passing car. Both cars hit their brakes. The two cars had not actually collided and no damage had been done. Tony looked over to see a very startled and frowning middle-aged man looking at him from the driver's seat of the other vehicle. Tony nearly wet his pants. "What the fuck is goin' on today?" he muttered loud enough for Jason to hear. The car Tony had nearly hit was being driven by none other than Colonel Dudley. Tony quickly gestured for the Colonel to proceed. Dudley gave him a smirk and took off.
"Uh, hey dude," Jason said, "that was close. What's up with you? You've got to cool down man. Here, take that next right."
Tony followed Jason's directions into a quiet street of run-down little houses. After two blocks he turned left, crossed a railway track, then turned right again. They were now in a little alley behind some cheap-looking 1950's commercial complex.
"What's this?" Tony asked.
"Just a place to take a breather Martino," Jason said as he reclined his seat all the way back.
Tony looked over at him. Jason exhaled and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Shit it's hot. Man my pits are dripping with sweat.
Tony, still wearing his cap and sunglasses, looked at Jason's big hairy pecs and firm abs slowly rising and falling as he breathed.
"Ah yeah... that's better." Jason sighed. "Damn, Martino, aren't you hot? Hey, look at my tan. Coming along pretty nicely, huh. Martino, feel my abs, man. They are so firm."
Hardly knowing what he was doing, Tony reached across and gently ran his big hand over Jason's densely-haired chest. Tony's fat cock had started to harden in his pants. His muscular body felt constricted and confined in the tight sweaty uniform. It made him feel so sexy and horny.
"Shit," Tony thought to himself. "That fuckin' e-mail. I'd nearly forgot. Tony's big hairy balls tightened a bit and his dick squirted a thick dollop of jizz into his briefs as he thought about how trapped he was and how hot Jason looked. His sense of helplessness turned him on and pushed him that final step....
"Uh... O'Reilly... I... uh... I... could help ya with... uh... your sweat an' all," Tony nearly whispered.
"Oh yeah Martino? What do you mean?" Jason asked.
Tony couldn't tell if Jason was teasing him or not.
"I... um... well... you know... guys gotta help each other out, yeah? And, uh...." Tony leaned over, stuck out his tongue and took a tentative lick across Jason's abs.
"HO HO HO... what the fuck are you doing, man?" Jason asked startled. "Are you saying you want to lick my sweat off of me? Because, if you are saying that, well, I don't know man. That's kind of funky, don't think?"
"Hey, O'Reilly, I don't know where you get off. You're always playin' with my pits an' shit... keepin' my balls all worked up and full. That's pretty fuckin' 'funky' man," Tony said.
"Hey, that's not the same, Martino. That's just a massage. Can I help it if it gives you a hard-on? That's your problem. But this, I mean, liking the sweat off another dude, man, that's way out."
Tony just looked at Jason dumbly. He didn't know what to do. He knew he had to follow that e-mail's instructions or he was going to be in trouble. He didn't want to, of course not. Even if he kind of liked the way Jason's chest hairs tickled his tongue. He had to do it though, or he was screwed and for some reason that thought made his butthole tingle and itch. Unconsciously, he reached back with his left hand and tried to scratch that tight quivering portal through his trousers.
"Martino, what are you doing?" Jason asked.
"Awww, come'on O'Reilly... le'me... le'me lap up that sweat and cool ya off, man," Tony grunted. "Come'on man... I... if ya let me do it, I'll... uh...ummm... I'll...."
"Hey Martino, any dude who want's to lick my fine body has to earn the privilege. You hear me? You want to get your tongue on my muscles, okay, but you have got to lick all of them, you understand? That means my hot hairy sweaty balls and my big dick too, got it?"
"Yeah, man, yeah... I'll fuckin' give ya a blowjob if ya want it man. I'll... uh... I'll suck ya real nicely," Tony said plaintively.
"Okay Martino... yeah, I think I'd like that. Get down there between my legs." Tony hoisted himself over to Jason's side of the car and backed himself down between Jason's spread-wide legs.
Jason looked down at him with a smile. The studly light-brown-haired cop lowered his hands to his belt. With one hand he began slowly unbuckling, while with the other he softly rubbed his crotch in front of Tony's face, looking at the reflection in the Italian cop's sunglasses.
Once he had the zipper down, Jason told Tony to grab hold of the waistband of his uniform trousers and briefs and lower them to his ankles. Jason raised his butt off the seat to help Tony slide the clothing down.
"There we go Martino," Jason whispered. "Now get your face in there and sniff around a bit."
Tony looked at the big set of balls and a cut cock as long as his own. Like his, Jason's dick also seemed to be wider than it was thick, with a fat bulbous cock-tip. Tony noticed the thick coating of light brown hair all over Jason's full nutsack. His nose then directed him to look up at his fellow cop's thick and fragrant pubic bush, the hairs getting shorter and softer looking as they climbed over Jason's tight abdominal muscles before fanning out across the large mounded pecs.
Tony ran his hands across all that hairy muscle until his fingers latched onto Jason's jutting stud-tits. Tony began lightly scratching and squeezing them. Jason sighed and lifted his head up to look at Tony. He put his hands on top of Tony's hands and then while Tony kept gently working Jason's nipples, Jason slowly moved his own hands up Tony's arms. Back and forth Jason brushed the thick black hair on Tony's muscular forearms. His fingers then drew little circles over every inch of Tony's bulging biceps and triceps, continuing up to trace the hem of the tight short sleeves until he reached the soft tufts of Tony's thick armpit hair pushing beyond the limits of the tightly stretched sleeve. Tony was turned on beyond his wildest imagination. When Jason began gently tugging on his armpit hair, Tony whimpered. His full balls went into overdrive and his hard cock began steadily dripping his own studly steamy nut-sauce. The sticky itchy sensations this caused on his dick-tip trapped in his tight white briefs fried what remained of his brain. Jason removed Tony's sunglasses and pushed his cap higher up on his forehead.
"There we go Martino... that's real nice. Heh heh... makes you look kind of stupid and sexy at the same time," Jason chortled.
Tony's mouth was hanging open. His hands hadn't stopped diddling Jason's tits. Jason now put his own hands on the back of Tony's head and lowered the sexy Italian's full moist lips onto the tip of the throbbing dick-treat in front of him. Tony and Jason locked eyes. Jason winked.
"Yeah, that's it buddy, suck on that knob for a bit, that's it... good boy," Jason whispered with a gleeful tone.
Tony was nursing that spongy mushroom cap like a calf on a teat, getting it all slick with a mixture of his own spit and Jason's bubbling pre-cum as he slurped on the head and licked at the piss-slit.
Jason let go of Tony's head and massaged the sultry dark-haired cop's shoulders. He then tickled Tony's Adam's Apple.
"Hey, Martino, you know what this does?" Jason asked as his index finger gently rubbed up and down the front of Tony's neck.
Tony looked at him and slightly shook his head from side to side, careful not to let Jason's cock-tip slip from his mouth.
"Well, this little rubbing I'm doing right here on your Adam's Apple, this starts your swallowing reflexes. And once that is started, you won't be able to stop until there is nothing left to swallow. Pretty nifty, huh? See that way I can insure that you are going to swallow everything I feed you."
"Nnnnnnpppphhhh..." Tony sighed.
"Yeah, I'm going to make sure to get you good and full of my dick juice. Now, correct me if I am wrong, but it seems to me that you can't honestly be top stud down at the station if you have a belly full of your partner's cum. Don't you agree?"
"Naaaawww... wai... wai... minnoot!"
Tony started to pull back off Jason's dick. Jason momentarily thought of clamping his hands back onto Tony's head, but he was in an experimental mood and he didn't want to give Tony any cause for later rationalizing that he had been forced to do this. Jason therefore simply started caressing the muscles in Tony's upper arms again. Tony stopped moving and watched Jason's hands playing with his manly biceps. Tony briefly lifted his fingers from Jason's nipples and flexed his arms out straight. Jason teasingly moved his hands up and down the length of Tony's arms. Tony looked at Jason. He whimpered softly, flexed his arms again, and without breaking eye contact, lowered his mouth back onto Jason's dick. His fingers returned to their task on Jason's chest. Jason just kept running his hands up and down Tony's arms watching the handsome face of the masculine Italian cop as his soft sexy lips and busy wet tongue slowly descended the steely shaft, inch by inch, settling in for a good long sloppy suck.
"That's it... down... ha ha ha... down you go Martino."
Jason popped open the glove compartment and pulled out a digital camera. "Hope you don't mind, Martino, but if you want to lick my hot bod, then I want a few pictures of this, okay?" Jason said.
Click Click Click
"Hey, you know what, we don't have all that much time so I think we are just going to concentrate on the blowjob today. You can worship my body with your tongue tomorrow when I come over to lay out in the sun. How is that for a plan?" Jason teased.
"Mmmmmppphhhhhhhh..."
"Great, I knew you'd agree," laughed Jason.
Tony had nearly forgotten that he invited Jason over to his house. It was now clear that Saturday was not going to be quite the victory over his man-trap that he had envisioned. The realization that he would spend the middle of tomorrow using his tongue to confirm the superior studliness of his partner was infuriating and humiliating. Tony's eyes gazed across the expanse of Jason's muscular chest flanked by his own tanned muscle-bound hairy arms. He looked at the Irish cop's sparkling hazel eyes and breathed in the musky aroma of Jason's pubes. His tightly confined bonerized cop-dick pulsed in his pants and squirted another dollop of goop.
Jason suddenly propped himself up on his elbows. With a big smile on his face he said, "Hey, I almost forgot! Don't let me interrupt Martino, but I've got a surprise for you."
Jason reached back behind his seat and pulled up a brown paper bag. From it he produced a plastic squeeze bottle of mustard and a small jar of pickle relish. Tony's brows furrowed and he gave Jason a questioning look.
Jason put his palm on Tony's forehead and said, "Back up a bit... that's it, just keep the tip in your mouth. You see, I was thinking about our conversation a while back and about how you have been such a good partner it would be nice to treat you to something I know you like. And then it hit me," Jason said. He used his index finger to coat the top of his dick with some of the pickle relish. He then wiped his finger off on Tony's shirt. Next, he squeezed a trail of mustard up and down the length of his dick, on top of the relish.
"Tasty Franks!" Jason laughed. "Just like at the old ball park, huh! This is the new and improved version. I think you will like it even more."
Tony looked wide-eyed at the culinary prospect in front of him.
"Nnnnnnnggggghhhhhh.... pppphhhhhsshhhttttt! Naaaaawwwwwwww!"
"Chow down Martino, ha ha ha! You are going nowhere until you finish your nice juicy frankfurter," Jason said.
Something about this pushed all Tony's buttons. There was something so cleverly degrading to his macho pride and his sense of hairy-chested manliness that he simply caved.
Click Click Click
"Aw geeze, this is so fuckin' humiliatin'," Tony thought. "It's so... so... delicious... holy stinkin' hot dogs... unnngh... unnngh... unnngh... unnngh... unnngh... unnngh!"
As Tony took Jason's leaking dick back into his mouth the sharply flavored condiments mixed with the nut milk to create a tangy brew that Tony helplessly swallowed. The sheer fiendishness of it, the way Jason played on Tony's weaknesses and the consequences that were to come of this in terms of the power that Jason now had over him, not to mention his strong lust for Jason's body, so like his own, had Tony in the throng of a humiliation so exquisite that he blasted his load in his pants.
Jason laughed and promptly shot his own load.
"Swallow it all down Martino. I am going to make it my mission to keep you well supplied with hot spicy 'franks'. We'll talk about what this means in terms of the promotion tomorrow.... Thought you could beat me, huh Martino. Let this be a lesson to you, don't mess with the fighting Irish...."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Tony wondered. "Doesn't it have somethin' to do with a football team?" He wasn't sure. He still had Jason's dick in his mouth and even though he just shot his load, his own cock-shaft was hard as steel and his balls were ready to fire again.