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 24 By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com) Copyright 2007
Part 24: Trouble at the Station House
Officers Martino and O'Reilly sat ignominiously in the back of their own patrol car as Mitch Henderson drove them back to the station. Neither young cop could quite believe the mess they were in, but the laughter of Henderson and then Porter over their predicament was burned into their minds. Jason and Tony stared at each other, red-faced and silent. Up front, Henderson chuckled and looked in the rearview mirror. "I always suspected you two big boys had a thing for each other. Guess this confirms it, huh?"
Jason snarled. "Shut the fuck up, Henderson. You don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, is that right?" Henderson replied. "So who did this to you, huh?"
"None of your business, Mitch," said Tony.
"Well, if I were you, I'd be wantin' to find the bastards and press charges, but you two are actin' like you just wanna drop it. That sounds fishy to me." Tony and Jason were silent. As far as they could figure, starting to explain was only going to make matters worse.
Henderson spoke up again. "Ya know, a bunch of us down at the station... we made bets on you two, wagerin' how long it would take before you dumbshits got yourselves in a mess like this. 'Course, it was Rodriguez who was first to suggest that you two got each other hard. Accordin' to him, the Captain put you two together on purpose, matching uniforms and all. You two like those super tight uniforms, huh? Showin' off your muscles and your big hairy chests. Go on, admit it. That turns you guys on big-time."
Tony looked down at his big full pecs and then at Jason's and swallowed hard. Jason frowned and turned his head a little towards the front seat of the cab. "You're one to talk Henderson. Seems to me you like what you see as well, if I remember the way you shoved that doughnut into my shirt!"
Henderson gripped the steering wheel and scowled into the rearview mirror. Jason smirked.
Henderson's scowl slid into a grin. He cocked his eyebrow and said slowly, "'As well,' you say O'Reilly? An interesting choice of words, buddy. I'll take that as an admission."
"What?" Jason shouted. "No way... I... damn you, fucker!"
Tony stared at Jason, "Just shut up, man..."
"But I... fuck!" Jason fumed.
Mitch Henderson pulled the cruiser into the parking lot at the station with John Porter right behind him. About five of the other officers were standing outside waiting.
"Oh no. No no no... Mitch, come'on, no way. Don't pull in," Tony pleaded.
Henderson just laughed. "What and deprive everybody of your great little show. No can do, buddy."
The other cops gathered around as the car came to a stop. Henderson got out and opened up the door to the back seat. "TA DA! Two hard-dicked dummies in a tight situation!"
The other cops were silent for a second and then broke into laughter. "What a couple of numbskulls!" "What idiots!" "I knew it!" "Hey boys, all comfy?" were some of the comments Tony and Jason overheard to their titanic embarrassment.
The two hunky cops squirmed in the backseat and wrestled with their handcuffs as their faces got redder and angrier.
Tony whispered to Jason, "I don't get it man. Why aren't our dicks getting soft? What's up with that?"
Mitch stepped up to the window. "Hey," he said, "let's get those cuffs off you guys." He reached in with his keys and unlocked Jason's wrists. "Here," he said, handing Jason the keys. "Unfasten your... partner."
Jason grabbed the keys out of Henderson's hand and shot him a look like he might beat the crap out of him, starting with a punch to Henderson's beer belly.
"Hurry up, man," said Tony.
Jason refocused and unfastened the seatbelt securing Tony to the seat. "Lean forward."
Tony felt Jason reach behind and grab hold of his wrists. This position put Tony's face right up against Jason's neck. He felt the warmth coming up out of Jason's shirt and smelled the feint scent of aftershave. Two seconds later the metal cuffs were open. Tony leaned back and rubbed a bit of feeling back into his wrists. At least he had his big shiny metal watch back from the fucker Tom, he thought to himself.
"Okay, guys," said Mitch, "as for the... uh... rest... you can take care of that yourselves. Then, get your asses into the Captain's office. He's waiting for you."
Tony and Jason groaned and looked down at their tied-up dicks and messy laps. After a quick walk through the front of the station with the other guys jeering at the greasy stains on Tony and Jason's trousers, the two steamed-up cops were in Burt Clemens's office. They stood in front of the captain's desk as he bereated their conduct.
"Martino, O'Reilly, what do you have to say for yourselves? Did anyone see you? Do you realize how embarrassing that would be for your fellow officers... for the policemen of this fine city? I wish I could say I was shocked, but frankly, I'm not. It is plain as day to everyone that you two are a couple of muscleheads. Fine specimens of manliness, yes, but not a lot going on upstairs..."
"WHAT?" shouted Jason. "Now wait a minute... sir... I..."
"Shut-up O'Reilly. I didn't give you permission to speak," growled Clemens. "You need to take your cues from Martino, here. A handsome Italian stud like that. He knows he's a man made to be looked at... not a man to do much thinking. And you are no different O'Reilly. Thinking is too hard for you so I suggest you don't even try."
O'Reilly and Martino were both frowning, looking like they wanted to explode. "That's it boys... real good. Now, I hear you don't want to press charges against whoever it was that put you in such a pickle. Is that true? Permission to speak..."
Tony and Jason looked at each other then looked back at Clemens.
Tony spoke up. "Captain... sir, they were just some hooligans... you know, street punks. No way are we gonna be able to find 'em. It'd be a waste of police time and money."
"Uh huh, I see," said Clemens. "So you are prepared just to look like a pair of dumb-assed cops who let themselves be humiliated by a couple a' street thugs... Sorry boys, but I don't believe it. I think there is something more going on here. I think you two were messing around and got yourselves in trouble accidentally."
"Huh?" said Tony and Jason in unison. Their faces were a picture of confusion. "Cut the act, officers. You two are hot for each other. I'm told that everyone in the station knows it."
NO WAY! Sir... it's not tr..."
"Uh uh uhhhh, O'Reilly. No speaking until given permission, remember?" teased the captain. Clemens was enjoying watching the two thick-necked cops squirm. He noticed the crotch of Jason's pants filled out a bit as the tightly uniformed officer was put in his place.
"Here's what I think," continued Clemens. "You two do all your thinking with your big fat dicks. Riding along in that hot cruiser, you were getting all worked up admiring each other's muscles and handsome smiles. You thought, hey maybe we can get a little relief for the hard wood in our pants? You drove around looking for some quiet dead-end street where you thought no one would see you. You parked, got in the back seat, and thought maybe a little bad-boy bondage would add to the fun. Being stupid, you forgot to consider that it would be easier to get yourselves all tied and cuffed than it would be to get out of that situation, especially once you tied your dicks together."
Clemens grinned at Tony and Jason. Their mouths hung open, not a sound coming out. Their big hairy chests heaved, straining the buttons on their shirts. The muscles in their arms were tensed and both cops seemed to be wiggling their feet in their shoes.
"Yes, officers, I've heard all about it. Like I say, it just confirms what everybody knows. You're sexy, you're stupid, and you get turned on by the mere sight of each other in those tight uniforms."
"NO! That's not true. Look Captain, I don't know who is spreading these rumours or whatever, but it ain't like that," insisted Jason.
Tony chimed in. "That's right sir. I mean, yeah, we're sexy, sure. We're the hottest guys in the station. I mean, look at our muscles and everything. Could ya blame us if we got a little horny around each other? We're packin' a lot of testoterone, here. But, uh, uh, no way did we cuff ourselves, sir. I mean we weren't even messin' around or anything like that, uh, sir."
Clemens burst out with laughter. Tony and Jason looked at each other and smiled faintly in relief. Jason looked at his smiling superior officer. "Sir, you've just been pulling our legs, huh? I knew it!"
Clemens laughed again. He picked up his phone and called Rodriguez, asking him to come to his office.
Tony sighed heavily in relief. "Oh man, you really had us fooled, sir."
"I'm not fooling, men," said Clemens as he put down the telephone. "But I do believe I have an idea that could work to everyone's advantage."
There was a knock on the door. Rodriguez entered the Captain's office.
"Officer Rodriguez, thank you for coming so quickly. I was just about to explain my plan to officers Martino and O'Reilly."
Al Rodriguez smiled.
"Gentlemen, I believe this problem presents us with an opportunity. It is important that our honored police force present, shall we say, an inclusive face to the city. A career in the police is open to women as well as men and to people of all races and ethnicities. Naturally, we would also wish the community to understand that we are unbiased with regards to sexual orientation, too. That's where you come in. I would like for the two of you to be our poster-boys for gay men on the local police force. Naturally, there will be lots of publicity. We will contact the press, etc. They will no doubt wish to run an article on the equality and justice that characterizes our city's police force. You two will surely be interviewed. Don't worry though, we will provide the appropriate answers for you, how you were welcomed into the arms of your fellow officers and so on. Isn't that right Rodriguez?"
"Yes, sir. Martino and O'Reilly will be made very welcomed as gay cops." Rodriguez could barely stifle a chuckle.
Tony and Jason were stunned. Tony was the first to speak. "You have got to be kidding! No fuckin' way am I gonna be some fuckin' poster-boy for homo cops! You hear me? No way! I've got a reputation with the laldies in this town. That'd be, like, totally ruined! Instead, I'd have every gay guy in town chasin' after me. Heck, they already give me the twice-over when I am on the streets. No way am I havin' 'em think they can just squeeze my firm ass and, and, and, fondle my muscles and stuff like that. Unh unh!"
"Now, now, Martino, you protest too much. I think this is just what you want or perhaps what you need. Wouldn't you say so Rodriguez?"
"I would indeed, sir. I would inde...he he heeeed."
"Well you can forget it," said Jason. "How many times do we have to tell ya. Tony and me, we do not get turned on by each other."
"Hmmm. I disagree, men," said Clemens. "But I'll tell you what... just to be fair, we will have ourselves a little test."
"A test?" Tony asked.
"Yes. Rodriguez here, can be the witness."
"What do you mean? What kind of a test?" asked Jason.
"Glad you asked, O'Reilly. It's simple really. Standing right where you are, you and Officer Martino, must give each other a kind of... well, massage." "Huh?" said Tony.
"For the next twenty minutes you will give each other a simultaneous rub-down. Massage and stroke each other's fine bodies. Run your hands over firm biceps, pumped-up pectorals, rounded buttocks, and thick thighs. If, at the end of twenty minutes, you are both completely soft, well then, I was mistaken and you have nothing more to prove. If, on the other hand, Rodriguez finds some stiffness in your crotches, then you lose, or rather, you will have to sign these forms on my desk asserting your willingness and dare I say pride, to submit to our new campaign promoting you two as the city's new gay cops. Are we clear?"
"Why the hell should we submit to this crap? You can forget it!" protested Jason.
"I see," said Clemens. "Rodriguez, please remove the gun belts from around the waists of Officers O'Reilly and Martino."
"Yes, sir."
Tony and Jason stood still, somewhat dumbfounded and pissed off as Rodriguez unbuckled their belts. Once he had laid both belts on the desk, he opened the door to the office and whistled. In a matter of seconds, Officers Henderson, Porter, Stevens, and Broder were standing in the Captain's office, directly behind Martino and O'Reilly.
Captain Clemens cleared his throat. "Officers, these two men need some time to reflect. Escort them to cell 9, where they may be kept in proximity to... cells 8 and 10."
"Wait a minute! Guys!" Tony shouted as his wrists were pinned behind his back. Jason struggled in Mitch Henderson's grip. "What the hell is going on? You can't put us in the cells!"
Captain Clemens laughed, "Time to reflect, officers... time to reflect."
Martino and O'Reilly were manhandled out of the Captain's office, each of their arms in the grip of a fellow officer. After being forcibly marched down several hallways, struggling all the way, they arrived at the cells. Henderson laughed. "You guys remember Kurt Schultz and Gary Hammond, don't ya? A little hustling, a little pickpocketing, a little petty thieving... you guys have had these two punks in here on occasion, if I remember correctly."
Tony and Jason looked at each other and at Schultz and Hammond. A slight nod of recognition passed between the four men. When Tony and Jason were led into the cell between the two separated criminals, Schultz and Hammond exchanged a curious glance. Henderson and Porter shuffled Jason to the bars at the right; Broder and Stevens shifted Tony over to the left.
"You guys can all get reacquainted," said Henderson. He slipped a cuff onto Jason's left wrist, quickly passed it through a bar behind his back and locked the other cuff onto the right wrist. Tony's head was whipping around 180 degrees as his wrists were likewise locked to a bar of the cell behind his back. Once our two heroes were locked in place, the other officers filed out of the cell.
"Hey, where are you guys goin?' shouted Tony. "You can't just leave us here!" Officer Broder spoke up. "Sorry guys, just following orders."
"Don't worry," said Henderson. "You'll be havin' a real nice time... won't they Schulz... Hammond?" The blond skinhead and his greasy-brown-haired friend looked like they had just been given two big birthday cakes... firm juicy beefcakes, at that.
The other officers took off, but Henderson stuck around for a minute. As he closed the door to the cell, he saw a grinning Schulz reach through the bars from cell 8. The twenty-six-year-old's thick fingers gently caressed the short hairs on the back of Tony's tanned neck. Tony's eyes popped open. He tugged on the cuffs holding his arms in place.
"HEY... dammit... cut it out you punk. Get your hands off me," Tony growled. Schulz grinned, stuck out his tonge and licked Tony's neck. Tony escaped the tongue by leaning forward, but he couldn't escape the hands, which started slowly running up his arms.
"Oh no..." he whispered.
Directly across from Tony, Jason was squirming as Hammond's dirty hands kneaded his firm abdominal muscles, massaging and tickling.
Henderson grinned. "Oh yeah, you boys are going to be having lots of fun."
Tony and Jason looked over towards Henderson and saw Rodriguez coming down the hall. "Hey Martino, O'Reilly, look what I have!" said Al, holding up a video camera on a tripod. "We'll get all this preserved for posterity! Should be fun viewing. Gee, I sure hope you guys can keep from getting stiff or it is going to be poster boys for you two. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
Jason groaned. He couldn't believe it. "Damn! A poster-boy for gay cops," he muttered to himself. "I can't let that happen to me. How do I get out of this mess? Shit, there's no way with these locked cuffs. I'm stuck here with this punk's hands starting to... oh no... he's popping open the buttons on my shirt. He's... he's got his hand on my hard hairy abs... ohhh maaan, am I in trouble."
Hammond leaned in to whisper in Jason's ear. "You're a talker, huh big fella. That's fine by me. You just keep talkin' yourself into submission. Ole' Gary's gonna take good care of you for the camera.... Man, I wanted to take you down from the first time you threw me in here. Remember that? All I did was a little stealing from that sports shop in the mall and you put me in here for a week. Heck, if I'd known that all I had to do was get my hands on your big hairy chest to make you purr like the muscle-stud pussy you're gonna be, well, that week might have been a bit more fun. No matter though, I've got you now."
Jason turned his head to the side trying to make eye contact with Hammond. "Cut it out, dammit. I worked hard on these muscles, man. No way did I do that just so you could play with me like some toy. Come'on Hammond! You don't wanna do this. You're being filmed too. It's not gonna look any better for you."
"Oh, I don't mind. Shit, I'm already in jail. If those fuckers out front get turned on watchin' me do this to you then more power to them. Hell, they're all into this... gotta be... they're cops... all into manly uniforms and power and shit like that. Anyways, I'm not the only one enjoyin' this."
"Huh?" said Jason. The handsome cop's head turned downwards watching Hammond's left hand move up to his big hairy pecs. He grunted when Gary lightly squeezed his right nipple. Then he watched the punk's right hand slowly drop down his abs, over his belt buckle and onto the big pole tenting out the front of his pants.
"Aw geeze..." moaned Jason.
"See, I told ya. You're as stiff as can be down there."
Hammond lightly squeezed Jason hard cock through his tight uniform pants. His index finger traced the line of the zipper upwards until he found the tab. Gripping it between his finger and thumb, he slowly lowered the zipper. Very slowly...
"Let's help that big boy out, huh? Helpin' you "out" too, boy. Hey, maybe they'll make you gay cop of the year or somethin'. Give you a nice blue ribbon... maybe even a prize, like havin' your buddy over there suck your dick. You'd like that wouldn't ya?"
Jason looked over at Tony. The studly Italian was no longer leaning forward. Instead, he was leaning back against the bars with the dumbest look on his face as he flexed the muscles in his arms. He was whimpering quietly as Schultz's meaty hands delicately teased and caressed his muscular hairy forearms and his big rounded biceps and triceps. Jason watched as Schultz pushed up Tony's tight short sleeves as far as they would go. He saw Schultz's fingers snake under the sleeves. As Jason watched those rough fingers tease out Tony's thick armpit hair, he knew Martino was a goner. He watched Tony's Adam's Apple bob as the hunky stud cop swallowed his own spit. The front of Tony's pants could not have poked out any further.
"Yep, he's hard too," Hammond whispered in Jason's ear.
Jason looked down the front of his own pants and saw that the zipper had been completely lowered and his tight white briefs were now bulging through the opening, punched out by his own hard rod.
"How about we do a little tickling on the tip of your big juicy knob?" whispered Hammond. Using just his index finger, he began tracing feathery light circles on Jason's dick-tip.
"Ooohhhhhh..." Jason moaned. He was squirming under the teasing touch. His fingers wriggled. The muscles in his thick hairy arms bunched as he helplessly tugged on his cuffed wrists.
Jason muttered to himself. "This is so humiliating... I can't get my cock to go down. Ah shit. Fuck, I hope the Colonel never sees this tape."
"Who's the Colonel, stud?"
"Huh? Nevermind, none of your business, punk... aaahhhhhhhh you bastard. You're keeping me soooo hard. Fuck. Oh no, now you... you got me leakin', makin' me drip sticky slim in my own briefs... aw sheee-it."
"Heh heh, you're a regular leaky faucet, boy," chuckled Hammnond.
"Bastard. You not only got me bonerized, but drippin' as well. Damn you," muttered Jason.
Hammond pulled his left hand away from Jason's chest and started squeezing the buff cop's triceps on his left arm.
"You sure do work-out a lot, dontcha? Yep, lots'a nice muscles here. Real firm. Covered in all these fine little downy hairs, goin' right up under your sleeves. Nice..."
Jason turned his head to his left, trying to watch Hammond teasing and tickling his hairy arm.
Suddenly, a protest came from the other side of the cell. Tony was twisting in his cuffs and both of Schultz's hands began unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his uniform pants, and lowering his zipper. Kurt Schulz was giggling. "The pants are goin' down, dude. Nothin' you can do about it. I wanna see those big hairy legs you got and that hot bubble butt all wrapped in your tighty-whities." Kurt hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of Tony's opened trousers and slowly tugged downwards. Tony, Jason and Gary all watched the unwrapping of Tony's muscular thighs... then his calves. Finally, the cop's pants were bunched around his ankles.
With a slight tone of exasperation Jason said to Tony, "Why didn't you spread your legs, man? You could have kept him from lowering your pants all the way." "Shit man, I dunno. Probably the same reason you didn't," Tony replied with a bit of a grin.
"HUH?" spat Jason. He looked down to see his own blue-socked ankles trapped in the pile of his trousers. "How the... what the...?"
"Mr. Policeman," said Hammond, "your eyes were so glued to the stripping of your buddy over there that you didn't even notice the same thing was happening to you! Ha ha ha ha ha..... Nice legs, though. Just as good as his. Man, you guys must have quite a gym routine."
Both Schultz and Hammond began feeling up the twitching musclebound legs of the two cops. Tony tried to thrust his hips forward when he felt Schultz's fingers teasing up under his briefs and squeezing his muscular buttcheeks.
"Not a chance, buddy. You ain't goin' nowhere, so just settle down," said Schultz.
Tony groaned as he felt the back of his briefs being slowly pulled down. He looked across the cell and saw Hammond doing the same to Jason. Hammond and Schultz seemed to be exchanging glances. Hammond whistled. "Whoooeeeee, look at all those downy hairs you got on this fine ass of yours," he said loudly to Jason.
"Likewise over here, man," chuckled Schultz. "These two dickbrained cops are nothing but walking testosterone... all tight hairy muscle!"
Tony turned his head to look back behind. "Yeah, we do have nice butts, huh. Squats man, we do a lot of 'em. That's how you get those nice rounded contours. We look hot as shit in our uniform pants. You oughta' see the chicks checkin' out our butts when we're walkin' the beat downtown."
"More than just chicks, cop, more than just chicks.... And now this hot butt of your is all mine," chuckled Schultz.
Tony swallowed and felt his dick twitch under the tight cotton still clinging to his crotch.
Jason shouted, "Hey! Dammit! Tony, this fucker is feelin' up my ass! Get your hands off, Hammond! Oh no. No! Don't do that! Don't... don't tickle my crack! Awwww... you're makin' my dick get all hot and bothered..."
Jason looked at Tony and saw his eyes open wide. Tony's full lips hung open with not a sound coming out. His stiff cock was twitiching like a tuning fork. "Wha...what are ya doin' to m...me, Kurt?" he choked out.
Schulz was using two fingers to gently rub the hairy passage between Tony's full balls and his puckering butthole. Back and forth, back and forth. "Like that?" Schultz laughed.
"Oh fuck. Pull down my shorts, man. You're gonna make me cream my briefs."
"Ha! You're being filmed about to shoot your load from getting your butt massaged and you're worried about creamin' your briefs? Ha ha ha, man, you are a stupid fuck. Well, sorry, but your nice clean briefs that you care about so much... guess what? They are about to get real slimy and sticky. And just think, it's another guy who is gonna make it happen."
Schultz looked over at Jason. "Hey, O'Reilly, how you doin' over there? That hard rod of your's twitchin' because of somethin' Gary's doin' or are you just getting excited watching your hunky partner here about to jizz his nice clean underpants?"
"Yeah, no, I mean, shit, Tony, he's lickin' my ass... awww it's all wet and tickly and... fuck we're so trapped and it's, it's turnin' me on. Oh fuck, Tony, they got us so hard in our briefs, dude. Shit we look so hot, though. Oh fuck, your dick is leakin' Tony..."
"I know, dude. The cotton is gettin' all wet and, and, and it's rubbin' my knob somethin' fierce. I've got no control, here. Shit, if Pete found out, he'd be polishin' my knob every fuckin' day and I'd be helpless... OH! Oh man, I just spurted, man. Another dollop of my stud sauce gettin' my briefs even more gooey!"
"Who's this Pete guy, dickbrain?" asked Schultz.
"Huh? No one," replied Tony nervously.
"Wrong answer. You can tell me straight or I'm gonna stick something big up this hot ass of yours. Might do that anyway," Schultz teased.
"No, he's just a guy."
"A guy who polishes your knob?"
"Yeah, you know, now and then. I know him from my gym. Ohhhh... stop that rubbing... ohhhhh."
"So, you're supposed to be this straight stud cop, but you've got a guy from your gym who works your dick. Man, you are too much."
"No, no, it's not like that. Shit! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Stop!"
Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps could be heard coming down the hall. "Stop!" shouted Rodriguez, with Henderson just behind him. Rodriguez opened the door to Tony and Jason's cell. Schultz and Hammond reluctantly stopped their teasing ministrations. The two cuffed cops were wheezing, on the edge of shooting their loads. Rodriguez and Henderson unlocked their cuffs and pushed them together in the center of the cell. Clemens appeared in the doorway.
"Well, well, well, looks to me like you two horndogs are about ready to burst. I'd say the evidence is pretty convincing... a couple of gay muscle-boys getting turned on by a little finger-teasing from two low-life perps."
"Hey! He had his tongue up my ass!" asserted Jason in defense.
"Oh yes, officer? And how did that feel?"
"Well, I don't know. It was sticky and slimy and..."
"And it made you hard."
"Yeah, but so what. It would have been the same with a woman doing it. You've got proof of nothing, Captain."
"I see. All right then. Rodriguez, get that cam-corder and bring it over here. You two.. Martino, O'Reilly... stand facing each other. Yes, that's it. Henderson, put their caps on. There we go. Nice."
Captain Clemens put on a pair of police-issue leather gloves and gripped Tony and Jason by the shoulder. "Now, I want you two to take a long hard look at each other. Martino, look at O'Reilly's body. O'Reilly, let your eyes feast on Martino's chisled form."
Clemens rubbed his leather-gloved fingers back and forth under the chins and down the thick bull necks of his two officers. Tony and Jason swallowed as they looked at each other.
"Two such handsome faces, broad smiles, firms jaws, thick eyebrows accentuating strong, inviting eyes. And these necks," Clemens said as he reached around softly gripping the backs of the two tanned necks, his thumbs lightly flicking back and forth in a delicate massage. "Thick, muscular, tapering down to broad rounded shoulders. Look at each other's shoulders, men. Barely contained in those tight uniform shirts. The seams at the top of the sleeves look like they are about to split from the strain of containing so much firm muscle. O'Reilly, what do you think of Martino's shoulders?"
"They're nice, sir. Real, uh, nice."
"That they are O'Reilly. Look at how they put so much stress on that tight, tight shirt."
"Yes, sir. Our shirts are real tight, sir. We like 'em that way, sir."
"I know you do, O'Reilly. I know you do. You like having your buff body constrained by something tight. It makes you feel so good to flex your muscles under tight confinement... your uniform, some nylon straps binding your big arms to your chest. Your forearms, biceps and triceps all flexing. That's it men, flex those muscles in your arms. Nice. Very nice. Of course, there's one thing your tight shirts couldn't contain... your chests. Such big pectorals, all pumped and full. Your tight shirts can't even be buttoned all the way up, can they."
"No sir," whispered Tony.
Clemens's leather-encased fingers trailed around to the front of the officers' necks and slowly traveled downwards, lightly squeezing the pecs and brushing the thick coating of short hairs in swirling movements. After a few minutes, he slowly removed his hands from both chests.
"Officer Martino, what do you think of Officer O'Reilly's chest. He's got a nice one, doesn't he?"
"Y...yes, sir," said Tony.
"You like it don't you?"
"Y... y... yes... sir."
"Tell me what you like about it."
Tony cleared his throat. "Uh, it's big, sir. It's real tanned and firm. He's got nice abs... a nice six-pack, not over-defined... just right and... and his pecs are so full and round with large nipples."
"You like his nipples, don't you? Those big brown aureolas with those stiff eraser-tip nubbins."
"Ye... yeah... sir."
"What about all that hair?"
"Oh man... it's... it's perfect, sir. So thick, but so neat and tidy... covering his pecs right up to the base of his neck and then, and then, like a tree trunk dusting down his abs, especially that thick line in the center going to his belly-button and then continuing, just as thick down into his shorts sir. O'Reilly's got a really hot chest, sir. Just like mine, so studly, sir."
"That's it exactly, Martino. Just like your chest. So studly. Such fine studly hairy chests. You men really are the studliest hairy-chested studs anyone has ever seen."
Jason grunted. "Ohhhh man, we are such hot fuckin' muscle-studs. We were made to be worshipped, sir."
"That you were, men. So handsome, so muscular, so hairy, so manly. No one else compares. You need to be worshipped. You need to worship... to worship each other... with your hands and your lips and your tongues. Just look at those big hairy legs you've got. So thick and perfectly contoured, leading up to full, muscle-boy buttocks."
"Muscle-boy buttocks..." whispered Tony in a daze.
"Look at each other's arms. Yes, that's it. I'm glad to see that your still flexing. Such thick muscles, men. So nicely balanced. Your forearms are nearly as large around as your upper arms... and so hairy, all the way around, I see, and right on to the backs of your hands. So masculine."
"Yes, sirrrrrr," Tony and Jason breathed in unison while staring at each others forearms.
"Why don't you men raise those arms up and pump your biceps for each other. There we go. That's nice."
"Yes, sir. Tony looks so hot like that," said Jason.
"Jason does too, sir. His arms are so nice, sir," said Tony eagerly.
"They look so good in those tight short sleeves, don't they Martino?"
"Ohhhh yes, sir."
"O'Reilly? Don't Officer Martino's arms look good in his shirt?"
"Aw fuck yeah, ooops, sorry, sir. Yeah, his arms are so sexy in his shirt."
Clemens caught a glance from Henderson, who was standing a little behind Jason. "What is it Henderson?"
Henderson tried gesturing with his eyes, but to no avail. So, he stepped up towards Jason's upraised left arm and pointed to something peeking out from under the short sleeve. Clemens came over for a look. Jason's eyes opened wide and he immediately put his arms down and clapped his right hand over his left bicep and deltoid.
"O'REILLY! ARMS UP UNTIL I GIVE YOU FURTHER ORDERS!" shouted Clemens.
Jason swallowed and looked at Tony. He raised his arms slowly and watched as Clemens used his index finger to push the tight sleeve up as far as it would go.
"My my my my... what have we here? It's a tattoo. HA HA HA! A big spurting cock! And look what it says here: 'Dick Licker'. Rodriguez, Henderson, I think this case is closed."
"NO!" pleaded Jason. "Captain, sir, wait a minute. I can explain!"
"No explanation is necessary O'Reilly. That tattoo says all I need to know. Anything remaining can be answered by your two dicks. Look at them. Hard as rocks. You men have been pulsing and dripping since you started looking at each other. I hardly touched you. Didn't need to. You two got yourselves all worked up just staring at each others hairy muscles."
Rodriguez chimed in: "And we've got it all on film, sir."
Martino, O'Reilly, pull your pants up and get to my office. We'll talk about how you are going to be this city's new gay cops."
"No way," said Tony.
"That goes double for me, sir," said Jason.
""I don't think you get it. You musclehead dicklickers don't have a choice. The writing is on the wall, or should I say on O'Reilly's arm? If you value your jobs, you will do as you are told."
"Beg pardon, sir, but no way in hell am I gonna be a gay poster boy for the police force," said Jason firmly.
Martino spoke up, "There has gotta be somethin' else, sir. We're beggin' ya, please."
"Sorry boys, but no can do. Well, that's not exactly true, but I'm not giving you any other options. Sucks to be you. Even if you are a couple of handsome fucks."
Jason pulled up his pants, zipped up the fly and said, "I'm going to the Commissioner with this shit."
"What, after what you two idiots got up to in your cruiser, and with that tattoo on your arm and the film footage. Ha ha! Good luck with the commissioner!"
Jason and Tony fumed, each grinding his right fist into the palm of his left hand.
"Enough of this," Jason said. "I quit!"
Tony nodded. "I do too."
"Right, officers. Clear off your desks and be in my office to present your uniforms and badges in five minutes. I'll have papers for you to sign," said Clemens, calling their bluff.
Tony and Jason stormed out of the cell to the laughter of Schultz and Hammond. Clemens grinned and told Rodriguez to give him the camcorder. As Henderson locked the cell and prepared to follow Rodriguez out to the front office, Clemens turned around still grinning and said, "Rodriguez, Henderson, before you head out front, clean up those wet spots on the front of your trousers. We're not having that kind of obscenity around here."
Rodriguez and Henderson looked down at their crotches with dumbstruck expressions.
"Fuck..." muttered Rodriguez.
"How the hell..." replied Henderson.
When Tony and Jason got to their desks, they heard stifled snickers from the other cops in the room.
"What are you laughing about? Bunch of jack-asses!" spat Jason. This only prompted further giggles.
Tony clenched his fists and fumed.
"Whoa, tiger. Settle down and you might still be able to get an honorable discharge... that is if you haven't already discharged yourself!" said Porter looking at the wet spot on the front of Tony's pants, where his wet briefs had soaked through. The room burst out in laughter. Tony looked down at his trousers in frustration. His face turned red.
"Hey, I'm more of a man than you will ever be Porter, so just, just cut the crap! And that goes for the rest of ya!"
Tony and Jason emptied out their drawers and cleared their desks of any personal belongings, which weren't many. No pictures of girlfriends or souvenirs. Jason had a Hardy Boys mystery that he liked to read on dull days sitting at the desk. Tony had some Batman and Robin comics books, but little else. They headed for their lockers to change out of their uniforms. More snickers from the other guys trailed them.
"Damn," said Jason slamming his locker shut. "I haven't got anything to change into. I wasn't fuckin' planning on quitting my job today!"
"Hang on," Tony said. "I've always got my gym duffle with me." He opened the nylon bag and dug around, pulling out a tee-shirt and gym shorts for himself, along with his trainers. "Here, they haven't been washed in a while, but it's all I've got," he said, pulling a faded blue tee-shirt and dirty white gym shorts from the bag and handing them to Jason.
"Thanks man, don't worry about it. It's better than nothing," said Jason as he peeled off his trousers and tugged the tight white shorts up his thighs. He picked up the blue tee and noticed it had been cut off about half-way down.
"Oh, sorry. I sometimes go for that look in my workout clothes," said Tony.
"No problem," said Jason as he slipped the smelly tee over his head. The fit was tight and the frayed hem only came down about halfway between his pecs and his navel. He could smell the funky odors from the armpits of the shirt and realized his hairy pits were going to absorb all that stink. For some reason this made him flex the muscles in his arms. He gingerly leaned his head for a quick sniff until he realized he was getting hard again. Quickly, Jason turned away from Tony and adjusted his dick, willing it to go down. "Hey, Tony, um, I don't have any shoes."
"Oh yeah, uh, well, I've got an extra pair in here, my old ones, but, uh, they reek pretty badly, dude. Here you go," Tony said, digging around in his duffle bag. "Here's some sport socks, but they haven't been washed any time recently either."
"Phew! I can smell them from here. Fuck it, hand 'em over."
Jason put on the short white socks, smelling the stink transfer to his hands. His dick hardened up again and for some reason, he didn't know why, he rubbed his hands on his forearms as if to spread the raunchy smell onto other parts of his body. He laced his feet in the reeking sneakers, took another sniff of his pits and stood up off the bench.
"Fuck, I'm ready. Are you?" he said to Tony.
"Yeah, uh, just a minute," said Tony. He was turned away from Jason, folding up his uniform, zipping up his duffle, and closing his locker. When he turned around Jason could see a tightly packed bulge at the front of Tony's shorts. He said nothing since he was just as obviously in the same condition. The two soon-to-be former cops headed to Burt Clemens's office.
Clemens smirked as Martino and O'Reilly entered his office. He couldn't believe what they were wearing. He mused to himself that these two really were a couple of pea-brained muscle-boys. As Tony and Jason approached his desk, Clemens waived his hand in front of his face. "Whew, you two stink." Tony and Jason turned red, both looking like they wanted to belt the captain across his jaw. "Here are our uniforms and badges," Tony said gruffly.
Clemens put their badges in a drawer and moved their caps over to the top of a filing cabinet.
"Sign these forms, men," he said as he shoved a piece of paper towards each officer. HE was expecting Tony and Jason to plead with him. Instead, each officer picked up a pen. Two seconds later and the forms were signed.
Clemens raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Okay, men. That's it. You are no longer members of this city's police force. Your last paycheck will be in the mail in a few days. Should you be thinking of moving to another city to join their force, you should not expect any letter of recommendation from me. On the other hand, I will happily recommend you to some of our cheaper private security companies. Nothing so fancy as sitting behind a big desk in some plush lobby downtown, of course. Rather, the night shift in a warehouse, being paid minimum wage. That's where I see you two."
Tony slammed his fist into his palm. "Holy fuck-over!"
Clemens laughed. "Martino, O'Reilly, you're dismissed."
Tony and Jason were just turning to leave, heads down, when Clemens cleared his throat.
"Once last thing boys. You get to keep your uniforms, of course without the badges or weapons. We'll have no need of them here, especially after I have them altered one last time to make them just a little bit tighter. It will be impossible for you to button the shirts over those nice big hairy pecs of yours."
"We're not coming back here to collect those," said Tony, somewhat confused. "What the heck would we want them for?"
"That's right," Clemens said. "You won't be collecting them. I will be dropping them off tomorrow at the home of an old acquaintance of mine in the army. He's a Colonel with distinct tastes. I believe he will find lots of uses for these uniforms... with you in them. I'll be giving him a copy of the tape we made today too. You know, just as a little thank-you for taking care of you boys."
Tony and Jason were speechless as Clemens pushed them out of his office and closed the door. They hardly noticed the whistles and cat-calls from the other guys at the station as they made their way out to the parking lot.
"What the fuck?" Jason said as the two former cops got into Tony's car.
"I don't know, man. I don't know. I gotta go workout. You comin'?"
"Yeah, man. This is fucked," growled Jason.