The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom?
"Muscle Jocks For Domination" 16 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Steve, what the hell...."
"Chill with the questions, Jim, till we get to Dr. Burkhalter's office?"
"Burkhalter? Not Frederic Burkhalter?"
"Yes. Why? You have a problem with that, Jim?"
"Me? Problem? With Freddie? Nah!"
His mind not on the sweaty scent of the working gym bodies, nor Officer Jim Kirk's comments of the `hot' gym, Steve sideswiped the gym equipment, as if weaving through a maze. He responded lightly, with some of the stretched out, muscle tee jocks, but mainly kept his mind focused on the detail ahead.
"Damn! What happened to him? Think I'll skip the gym workout, Steve," Jim eyes worked over the half nude Latino.
"What happened to Luis, didn't happen inside the gym, Jim."
"Not in the gym? Mugged?"
"No, Jim. More like beaten by our trusted employees."
"Bruises look tender. How did this happen?" Jim inquires of Luis.
Looking to Josh, for direction, the telecommunicator replies, "It's okay Luis. You can talk now."
"Men beat me."
"Men? What men?"
"Yes, what men?" Dr. Burkhalter reiterates.
"Um, Freddie, I think I can handle it from here?"
"Sorry. Only trying to help."
At the same time, it puzzles the hell out of Steve, to learn the circumstances involving the mutual acquaintance of Jim and Frederic.
Reaching out, touching Jim's navy blue regulation police shirt, with the tin badge, Luis says, "Men like you."
"Me? You were beaten up by cops?"
"Not cops," Steve intervenes," Security personnel."
"Here?" Jim asks Steve.
"Yes. I heard a noise...." Steve beings his tale of woe.
"Maybe I should take your statement first."
However, before anyone can give any information out, a few familiar faces appear at the door.
"Something happening here that should be brought to my attention?"
"Why yes, matter of fact, Mr. Verraros," Steve replies.
"And when was I going to be informed?"
However, Steve feeling he had a grip on the situation, felt Verraros' questioning irked him the wrong way. He let him have it both barrels.
"I have the situation well in hand, Max. When the time came, I would have notified you."
Steve didn't get the dirty look. Nudging Rick Rhodes in the abs, Rick shrugged his shoulders, as if the patsy was falling with the weight on him.
"Is that Jim Kirk?"
"Oh hiya Sam. How's it going?"
"You want to get to your business, Kirk?" Verraros pressed.
"Back off, Max. I'm handling this!" Bellowed from Steve's lips.
Steve didn't know where all this gall was raining down from, but he sensed confidence in the way he was handling the situation. Again, Rick got the elbow, responding in the same manner.
"Woowee! Those sure are some bruises. Whoever did that, worked this kid over good!"
Sam had waltzed right through the assemblage of execs, law and order, plus others, to address the victim.
"Um, Sam you mind?"
"Not at all, Jim. Just trying to help."
"I know you are," Jim replied.
Again, it piqued Steve's curiosity where the connection was made with Sam and Jim, too.
"Jim, if you don't mind, I think we better wait until after this young man is seen by hospital personnel. He needs xrays and other care I can't provide here for him."
"No dinero," Luis protested.
However, even Josh showed spunk, replying to Luis, "Don't you go and worry about the money to pay for anything, Luis. This company is loaded. Right Max?"
If Steve didn't know that Rick liked the rough treatment, he'd almost think Rick would need his obliques xrayed. However, he got a kick out of it himself, to hear Josh take the reins over the situation and drop the respect, when it came to the Chair of the Board.
Not waiting for a reply, Josh offered, "The company's got you covered, Luis. You won't have to worry about spending a dime!"
Medics arrived in no time, taking Luis away. Josh grabbed his shirt, feeding his arms into it. Nonchalantly he announced taking the rest of the day off to accompany Luis to the hospital.
"With pay," Steve announced.
Glancing to Max Verraros for the okay, Max looked to Rick, whom okayed it. He knew later he'd be feeling it, but to him abuse wasn't like Luis went through.
As the execs left, Steve could hear Verraros tell Rick he wanted every security personnel's file on his desk, along with Luis' and Josh's.
"Josh's, Sir?"
"Yeah Rick. The kid's got spunk. I want him moved up."
"Moved up, sir? To where?"
"Steve's position, to start."
"Oh come on, Mr. Verraros. Give Steve a chance. He's under pressure, I'm sure he didn't mean...."
"What the fuck you talking about, Rick?"
"Um, aren't you thinking of terminating him, sir?"
"One of the best men this company has to offer, Rick? Come on. Get on the ball, will ya?"
All Rick could think of is being tied to the straight back chair last night, his cheek trying to move the thick cock to the side so that his tongue could savor Max Verraros' hairy orbs.
"Rick?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Those files?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fifteen minutes or I start adding up demerits."
"Yes, Sir!"
The twenty-six year old began hustling to get the files from the main computer. However, if he expected to have any hot bdsm fun tonight with the boss, he would assemble everything, then sit, looking at the clock, till well over twenty minutes lapsed, then bring the kit and caboodle in for Verraros.
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"You're going to be alright, Luis. Um, do you have any family to contact?" Josh asked.
"Nobody. Only me."
Pitying the kid, Josh, replied, "Don't you worry. I'm here for you Luis."
It's the first glimmer of happiness Josh detected from Luis, when his lips broke the sadness with a small ray of smiling hope.
"Those men not hurt me no more?"
"No Luis. You'll see. Steve will handle everything."
It wasn't only Steve, back at the home-front, but Officer Jim Kirk, Sam Metz, two other police officers and low and behold, the attorney whom Sam had a run in with, down at city hall, congregating.
"Oh shit," Sam said to Jim, the moment he laid eyes on the stocky lawyer.
"Who Carter MacAvin?"
"Yeah. He hates my guts. Had a run in with him at the metal detector."
"I didn't know they weighed you in down there?"
"Funny, Jim. You always had that dopey sense of humor."
"Hey, give a guy a break, huh Sam?"
"Yeah, okay. Ha ... ha," Sam gave the pronounced set of laughter.
"You wouldn't be the first to have a run in with the fat fuck, Sam. Let me do all the talking," Jim proposed.
"He's all yours," Sam gave the leeway to Jim.
From a distance, Sam could see Jim do just that. Sure, Carter MacAvin tried throwing his weight around, but he could see how Jim threw in some blocks and curves that set the chub straight. He could see, like when he and Jim used to play, how Jim could humiliate a guy in no time, without getting himself riled up. Sam wondered if Jim still did some roleplaying. As he thought about it, Sam's recollections filled his mind. He remembers Jim and himself, same grade in high school, playing around. At first, they competed for titles, but it's Jim that won out, as the dominant. Compatible as a submissive, Sam recollected how Jim stood behind him with a belt, rapping his ass with it, if he slowed down , at the chin up bar. A grin crossed his face, remembering doing pushups and each time his face neared the floor, his mouth would go down on Jim's cock. Of course, with each decline of the pushup, his hard shaft ground into the exercise mat. How he missed those days. Before he left Jim's company, he swore to himself he'd try rekindling their like interests.
"So, what do you propose, Mr. MacAvin?" Steve inquired.
"Entrapment."
"But wouldn't that require Luis to engage in the same punishment?"
Meeting in the board room the small group of professional law and order men, hashed out a plot to capture the security guards, Paul Vrabel and Chuck Merrit, in the act of assaulting one of the gay employees at Advantage Exercise Equipment.
"It's obvious that we'll need a new decoy," MacAvin spelled out.
"I could volunteer, I suppose," Sam raised his hand and spoke outright.
Jim Kirk knew Sam could pull it off. From personal knowledge, he wasn't afraid of getting shoved around a little. So, that's the way it went. Tomorrow, Sam Metz would become employed at Advantage Exercise Equipment, as a member of security. Loosely, the information would be had, by Vrabel, that Sam was gay. After that, they would sit back until the fireworks started.
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Steve had called and apologized to Matt, telling him of the events that unraveled today at the office and that he wouldn't be home till later. At the hospital, he made his rounds visiting Raavi and Luis. Fortunately they had been stationed on the same floor.
"Is this Luis gay, Steve?"
"Um, yes and what interest would he be for you, Raavi?"
"I appreciate you helping me, Steve, but I need a..."
"Younger boyfriend, Raavi?"
"You understand, Steve?"
"No reason why we can't be friends."
"Oh, how is Raj?"
"Rajjie is doing great. He's a good little fellow."
"Rajjie?"
"Yeah. I think you need to expand on the name. He likes it!"
"Fine. As long as he is okay with it, Steve."
"Believe me, Raavi. He is. So, I suppose you want to meet Luis?"
"Yup."
"You won't stop pestering me, I suppose until you do?"
"Nope."
Steve smirked, at the stubborn look on Raavi's face.
"Let me call the orderly," Steve gave in.
"Ian's not on duty," Raavi informed him of something he already knew.
A flashback occurred. Steve suddenly grew curious. Jim showed up at the hospital, so he figured things went as he planned. In his mind, he pictured Ian secured to a table, chair, bed or whatever, in bondage from toe to neck. `Yep', thought Steve, Ian would get what's coming to him, taking his cherry like that, with false pretensions!
"Steve, did you hear what I said?"
"What you said, Raavi? Oh sure.. what you said. Sure, I heard what you said."
"Then what did I say, Steve?"
"Um," seriously, Steve, after clearing his throat said, "you said Ian's not on."
"And?"
"And?" Steve asked, not remembering anything that followed,
"I said you have to call Jordan."
"Jordan, you say now?"
"Yes. He's five feet, eleven inches tall, dark hair, Latino..."
"Hmm... seems like you have him pegged, Raavi."
"Oh sure. We had some nice long talks."
"Figured him out right away, did you now?"
"I seem to have the gift of sensing if a guy is gay or not, Steve."
"Hmm, like I haven't fallen victim to your `gift', Raavi?"
"Well, I never told you this Steve. Didn't really have the chance, but I knew you had to be gay even before you said anything to me."
"Hmm... we'll have to talk further on this, but I have to be going."
"Somebody ring for me?"
"Oh my!" Steve gazed at the Latino hunk, swinging open the wooden door.
However, Raavi overrode Steve's emotional state and skipped to the event at hand.
"Steve wants to take me to see this new guy that checked in."
Me want to take you'? Steve mouthed out the words, giving Raavi a smirk, as if to say, Oh, come on!'
Way ahead of the two, Jordan states, "Oh yes. Luis Alvarez, in 228, but we'll never make it in."
"Why not?" Steve asks, fully taking advantage of addressing the hot looking Latino.
While in conversation, Steve took advantage of taking in the incredibly good looks, a stache that looked a couple of days old, but might've been the result of doing a double shift, the dark brown eyes, shoulder-to-shoulder swimmer's build.
"There's some kind of investigation going on. The police officer at the door wouldn't let anyone in, except hospital personnel and believe you me, they better have a photo ID, or forget it. I tell you, some hotshot something is going down."
Like Steve didn't know?
"Well, you just help me get Raavi in the handicapped chair and let me take care of the cop at the door."
"Yeah, Steve's got connections," Raavi told Jordan, who look perplexed.
"Alright, but if I go to the trouble of getting you up and out of bed, Raavi Omparkash and down to the room and we can't get in 228, I'll..."
Even though Jordan Soto squawked on and on about the trouble the two caused him, Steve could see that as Jordan put his arms under Raavi's pits, to transfer him from bed to chair, the Latino's chitter-chatter seemed to become downsized, next to nothing.
Being facetious, Steve lamented, "Oh, such a terrible inconvenience," when the two got chest to chest.
Playing nursemaid, Steve held the intravenous bag, as the three strolled down the hallway. The police office, whom Steve never met, stare with his bee-bee eyes, as the trio approached from as far away as twenty feet. As they closed in to room 228, the officer's eyes seemed to train on Steve's green eyes. Steve readied for the hassle the officer was readying to dish out.
A hand on the door, the police officer smiled, opening it, almost as if ushering them in, softly saying, "Go right ahead in, Mr. Kestner."
"But...."
"I know who you are."
"You do?" Steve asked, totally in the dark about how the officer had this knowledge.
"Hee hee..." the officer giggled, reporting, "your firm furnished a picture of you."
"I see. I thought maybe perhaps..."
Then Steve changed his explanation, which was going to be something to the effect that they had met under more `merry' conditions.
"No, Mr. Kestner, we didn't meet `there'!"
"There?" Steve played dumb.
After Jordan rolled Raavi into the room, the police officer soft-spoken, replied to Steve, "I've seen you at the bar, Mr. Kestner, but we've never chatted."
"The bar?" Steve questioned.
"D'jola's?"
"Oooooh yes. D'jola's bar," Steve finally admitted, being cautious not to give himself away too soon.
"Yes. Excuse me for not introducing myself," he extended a hand, "Campbell Goodall. My friends call me Camp."
"Good to meet you Camp," Steve shook the firm grip.
Figuring him to be a really nice guy, Steve also took in the build. As his uniform shirt approached the stomach, buttons showed tension.
Before Steve made entrance to 228, Camp says, "By the way, I understand you have a gym at your firm and was wondering if I can take out a membership. Do you know how much they charge?"
"Oh, we aren't open to the public, however," and Steve doesn't know what made him do it, but patted Camp's stomach with the back of his hand, "I'm sure we can work something out with the police department."
"That would be great, Steve. Thanks."
"No problem," Steve replied.
Upon entering the hospital room, Steve addressed the soiree.
"Josh, you still here?"
"Not leaving my guy," Josh replied with a grin, holding Luis' hand.
"Well, I guess the writing's on the wall, eh Josh?"
"Writing?" Luis asked.
"Cave wall," Josh Courson replied. "Friends first and see where it leads."
"I see. Looks like you two are starting out as very good friends."
Luis, tells them all, with melancholy in his voice, "Josh mi amigo," squeezing the hand that holds his own.
"Have you met...."
Before Steve could finish his inquiry, Josh jumped at the answer, "Oh yes. The four of us are good friends already, Steve."
"That was fast."
"Small world, Steve."
"Oh? How does that go, Jordan?"
"Josh and I were roommates at college."
"Nooooo."
"Yep."
"Hmm..."
Before Steve can get his assumptions out, Josh replies, "But don't read too much into that, Steve."
"Yeah," twenty-five year old Jordan replies, "It took a whole semester before we admitted to each other we were gay."
"Right. I can't believe the torture I went through having to lust after your body everyday, Josh."
"Me, Jordan? You still got those chiseled pecs?"
The momentum of the room began to build, as Jordan stood up and stripped off the top of his scrubs.
"Oh my!" Steve replied.
Steve wasn't the only one astonished at the sight. Standing, Josh walked over to Jordan. Placing his hand on the rock hard chest, he rubbed from east to west.
"Now where did all this fur come from?"
"Hey, did you forget I was on the swim team?"
"Yeah. So?"
"To get more speed we had to shave our chests."
"And stomach's, I see," Josh continued the examination of the hairy tributary, extending down Jordan's stomach.
Almost to Jordan's bellyhole, he had to grasp Josh's wrist.
"Whoa, man! Keep that up and we're going to have an eruption!"
Jesting, Steve says, "Betcha the lava will show right through."
"You know we do wear something under these," Jordan signified, his hand rubbing his scrubs below his navel.
"Oh look!"
Trying to goof on Jordan, Josh pointed to his crotch.
"Nooooooo!" Jordan exclaimed, bending over to look at his slight erection.
"Gotcha!" Josh remarked.
"Oh, I'll get you for that, Josh. You wait and see!"
"Hmm, does that mean this isn't the last I'll see of you, Jordan?"
"Maybe, since I'm no longer attached."
"Oh? What happened to Ed?"
"You mean Michael."
"I knew it was something like that."
"Ed isn't even close to Michael."
As Josh and Jordan carried on their conversation, from the outskirts of the four lads, Steve spied upon the other two. Raavi had maneuvered himself over to where Josh had held the twenty-year olds hand. In place, the Indian twink shook the Latino's digit, not removing it. Steve wondered if Josh was losing interest in Luis, or perhaps a caring soul rekindling a lost affair. He wondered what kind of voodoo Raavi already began using on Luis!
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16 Continued......
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.