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."