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" 22 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
% "G'morning Josh."
"Good morning, Sam. Mr. Verraros is waiting for you in the board room."
"Have a good night last night?"
With a grin on his lips, Josh replies, "You bet! And your manfriend?"
"Manfriend, Josh?"
"I know Avery Giugni. We've been friends for years. Actually, he told me about you this morning, Sam."
"This morning?"
"Sure. Every morning we connect at the cafe."
"And how come you didn't steal him for yourself?"
"I'm much too independent. Avery needs a man he can... can... um..."
"Control?" Sam responded, before lighting up his face with a smile.
"Yeah. Sorry about that."
"Don't be. Did Avery tell you that he might have met his perfect match?"
"Um, Yes. Avery did allude to something of that sort."
"Really, Josh. What else did Avery say about us?"
"Look, I have to get back to work," Josh told Sam, feeling a bit too pressured.
"Right. I better get up to the board room, to find out how they're going to set me up for this security bust."
"Oh. Well, um... I shouldn't be telling you this, but there's been a new development in Luis' harassment, involving the two security guards."
Sam Metz waited, but Josh didn't say anything further.
"Well? Are you going to tell me or what, Josh?"
"Um, I think I better let the boss tell you."
"Thanks, Josh. I'll remember this!"
Sam left the communications center, but he wasn't mad at Josh, leaving with a smile on his face.
"Good morning Josh."
"Good morning , Steve. How was your night or shouldn't I mention it?"
"Let's just say it didn't begin to wind down until I got home."
"How are you and Matt getting along?"
"Good," Steve replied, a slight grin adorning his face.
"Good?"
Then, like a burst of sunshine shot through his being, Steve proclaims, "More than good. Great, actually. Yeah, I think I've found `thee man'!"
"I might have found one myself."
"Oh? And whom would that be, Josh?"
"Remember the orderly that was taking care of Raavi?"
Steve recalled, but also his thoughts diverted to Ian Ringold. He meant to give Jim Kirk a call, but it slipped his mind.
"Sure I remember. Jason, wasn't it?"
"Jordan... Jordan Soto. The hottest man on two legs."
Joking, Steve looks down at his own legs.
"Um, not counting all present."
"Not that I'm out to play cupid here, but what happened to you and Luis?"
"Raavi?"
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Like if I didn't wheel him down to meet Luis, he would've had fifty kipniptions?"
"To make a long story short, Steve, they hit it off real good."
"Oh, I'm so glad."
"Me too. I wouldn't have felt good leaving Luis there by himself."
"So, Raavi was with Luis when you left?"
"Stuck like glue."
"What about you?"
"Me, you say? Well," Josh, breaking from his cool-mannered demeanor, replied, "I took Jordan home and we um... you know."
"Joshua Courson, you little fox!" Steve said, grinning.
"Steve, where have you been?" Rick interrupted.
"On my way."
"C'mon, we've gotta hustle to the board room."
"Big meeting?"
"Not with the regular guys."
"Oh yeah. I forgot about the security sting operation."
"Ta-ta, gents," Josh greeted farewell to Rick and Steve.
"So, what's the scoop, Rick?"
"This morning, Max and I show up, but there's no security on duty."
"No security? Why? What happened to Vrabel and Merrit?"
"We don't have a clue. Jim Kirk seems to think that they got wind of Luis' confession and hightailed it out of here."
At the mention of Jim Kirk's name, Steve made a mental note of inquiring about Ian Ringold.
"What are they doing about it, Rick?"
"They're taking care of it."
"What did Max say about it?"
"About what?" Rick replied.
It had been a fixation, in Rick's mind that Steve might ask about their personal relationship. Standing there, waiting for the elevator to make up it's mind to stop, Steve stood silently.
"Alright, before I ask about business, what about the pleasure you two took upon yourselves, last night?"
"Steve, Max asked me to move in with him."
"Now, why doesn't that surprise me?"
"You're not surprised, Steve?" Then in a different direction, Rick says, "Oh course. Why would you be, Steve."
"Hey, I think it's a good thing, Rick."
"You do, do you?"
"Well sure. I mean, by day, you're hot exec and night time, you turn into Mr. Submissive. I know how Verraros can be. The way I see it, it's a perfect match."
"Exactly what I feel."
"So, you should be happy."
"I am Steve, but..."
"What, Rick?"
Stopping in front of them, opening it's doors, the elevator reveals other employees.
"Tell you later," Rick replies, stepping into the square bin.
After exiting the elevator, barely four doors from the board room, Steve stops Rick.
"So, what about shacking up with Verraros?"
"I want to Steve."
"So, do it."
"Yeah. Okay."
Hand on the doorknob, Rick tries the door.
"It's locked."
"Are you sure Verraros told you to meet him here?"
"Sure I'm sure, Steve. Josh even told us."
"He did, didn't he?"
"Wait. I think I might have the key."
"You should, Rick. After all, you're an executive. An executive should have a key to the executive boardroom!"
"Don't rub it in, Steve."
"Oh Rick, you know I'm kidding. I'm happy for you and your promotion. You know that."
"I know," Rick says, as he keys the door.
As the door swings on it's hinges, they stand there, staring.
"What's this?" Rick inquires, a bit perturbed.
With a hand on Rick's shoulder, Steve replies, "If you can't beat'em... join'em!"
"Steve, you're not helping any."
He wanted to help out. Like Sam, stripped to the buff, Steve wanted to get on his knees in front of Max Verraros and start licking his cock and balls.
"I can explain, Rick," Max replied, shooing Sam's mouth away from his cock.
Call it horny, the sight of Sam kneeling in front of his lover, wanting to regain control of the cock-sucking action, even turned erotic to Rick, but not in the sense of what happened last night.
"Explain, Max?" Rick replied, not in the whiny vocal manner as last night. Instead, he took on a dominant tone, saying, "What's there to explain?"
Reaching behind Steve's back, Rick clicked the latch, locking the board room door.
"Rick, what are you doing?" Steve inquired.
Turning to Steve, Rick replied, "Don't you give me that tone of voice, `boy'."
"Boy?" Steve questioned.
Max only grinned, as he saw Rick lose the suit jacket, loosen his fashionable tie and then unzip his pants, as he approached Sam.
Holding his cock in his hand, Rick asks, "So, what's happening here?"
Verraros replies, "Breaking in our new head of security."
"What about Vrabel and Merritt?" Steve asks.
"You give this boy permission to speak?" Max asks Rick, now his equal.
"Lay off Steve. He's out of the game now."
"I see and what brought this on?"
Steve couldn't believe his ears. His office partner conversed with the chair of the board, as if on equal terms. Sure, he knew they played together, but as far as ruling the office roost, he had no clue.
"He went and got himself a lover."
"Without my permission?" Max questions the motives.
Overriding Max's absurd interrogatory, Rick replies, "You can stay and watch, Steve or leave. You're choice."
"If you don't mind I'd like to stay and..."
Rick then adds, "If you stay, Steve, you play!"
All this time, Max Verraros is taking in the dominant nature that has come over Rick. His rigid cock, all eleven inches, hasn't deflated, since leaving Sam's lip-lock.
"yeah," Max finally breaks his silence, "finish off what you started, yesterday, boy."
"No, Max," Rick tells him.
"No? What do you mean no?" He directs to Rick.
"You've got your boy," Rick replies, backtracking across the room. Standing directly in front of Steve, he says, mainly to Steve, "Once upon a time, I had wished it could be you and me."
Max, while interrupted, slipped his shirt off, before setting his naked butt down in the swivel chair.
"Oh, by the way, Rick... Steve...." Max began to inform them, "Vrabel and Merritt are missing. I made a corporate decision to install Sam Metz here as our acting security manager."
"Congratulations, Sam," Steve said.
Mouth too full to answer, Sam smiled the best he could, waving at Steve.
"Um, maybe I'm out of line here, but shouldn't Sam be downstairs, doing his job?" Steve asked.
"Sassy boy you've got there, Rick."
However, instead of the take-control guy, the way the roleplaying game should have progressed, Rick, in a more subtle tone says, "Steve, I know your committed to a relationship now and if you think this is totally wrong, I understand, but... I'd like to, this one time, show my gratitude for all you've done for me."
"What tha... Rick, what are you doing?"
Steve tried to show protest, as Rick fell to his knees in front of Steve.
"I owe you Steve. I hope you'll accept my gratitude."
"Can't we go out for a drink?"
Max, taking in the whole scenario, tells Steve, "Take it while he's offering it, Steve."
Rick wanted a drink alright, but from the neighborhood pub, wasn't on his list of options.
"Please, Steve? I need to do this for you."
He could have made his exit, unlatching the board room door, but looking down into those dreamy brown, puppy dog eyes, Steve couldn't help himself, seeing the longing in Rick's facial expression.
"Allow me," Steve replied, taking control of his own zipper.
"No, please, Steve. Let me do this."
Rising up from his knees, the two stare into each other's face, as Rick shed's Steve's jacket. Loosening the tie, unbuttoning the shirt, he leans in to plant his lips on Steve's neck. With each button, Rick's lips move down, softly smooching Steve's lightly haired, blonde chest. Right down the trail that separates Steve's worked abs, the hand proceeds with the unbuttoning. Rather than pulling the tucked in shirt, out, he unbuckles the leather belt, then pants button, continuing the stripping with Steve's zipper. The pressed shirt falls from Steve's shoulders to the floor. His pants follow.
"I can do the rest," Steve says, then as if an order, "You can do yourself... I mean...."
Of course, Max Verraros, even though enjoying feeding his cock down Sam's throat, picks up on the conversation. He beings to see Steve in a different light, especially with Rick behaving like the inferior submissive.
"I give you my full permission to use him as you please, Steve."
"Max, you're such an animal."
Steve didn't regret saying the words to his superior. In fact, the compulsion to deliver them, made him feel great. He expected some wiseass remark, in return.
Instead, the head honcho replied, "I know," with a wink.
As Rick softly went to it, giving Steve a blow job, Steve watched as Max,'the animal', reeled in Sam, by his ears, deepthroating the head of security.
"Oh yeah. Oh fuckin' yeah. Take it all down, boy!"
Steve, whom never became the pawn in totally swallowing Max Verraros' 11c shaft, stare, trying to get a glimpse of Sam's throat. He wondered if a man could actually swallow a cock of that length. In his mind, he pictured the head of Verraros' rod somewhere in Sam's stomach. Beyond the edge of the board table, Steve missed the sight of Max's partial erection throbbing in Sam's mouth, bobbing his Adam's apple up and down.
%
"This is castle!"
"It's an ordinary house. The place where I live."
Luis didn't share the same opinion of Raavi, as they entered the gates. Entering the house itself, was a replay of astonishment, as Luis had to literally feel the brass statues that sat here and there on a shelf or table.
"You are a prince?"
"Hee heee... no. But that vase did come from an Indian palace. Are you hungry, Luis?"
"Si."
As soon as the refrigerator door opened, it closed, the two aghast, at the odor.
"El muerte," Luis said, his finger pointing to the smell of 'death'.
"I'm not really good at cooking. Sometimes I'll buy stuff to cook up and forget it's there."
Luis pry open the door, trying one last time to face the stench, almost hurling his guts out.
"Still hungry, Luis?"
"Un poco," he replied, still somewhat squeamish.
"How about we go upstairs and see if we can find you something better to wear, Luis?"
"Si," Luis accepted the alternative.
As they climbed the circular staircase, Luis admired the paintings on the wall. Raavi pointed out each one, telling him the family history.
"This is my great-great-great grandfather and this is my great-great grandfather and this is my great-grandfather, my grandfather and this, my father."
"Lots of fathers, no?"
"Si," Raavi replied.
Luis smiled. The phone rang.
"I'll be right back," Raavi told Luis, taking the stairs two at a time, as he hustled towards the ringing alert.
As Raavi sought out the person calling, Luis decided to explore. What he found wasn't too intriguing. The first door revealed an empty room, void of everything, including a stick of furniture and window treatments. The closet turned up nothing, as well. Opening the second door, Luis found a bare floor, as well. Each room there on, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, turned up the same contents. Nothing. However, the seventh room, which seemed more spacious, revealed more than comfortable living quarters. A smaller division opened into a larger portion. His eyes grew bigger, as he saw the latest in electronics, plastered against the walls; PC, widescreen TV, a corner of the room devoted to 'dusty' exercise equipment and then a rather large sized bed.
"Would you believe that was Steve Kestner?"
"Huh?" Luis replied, then asked, "Steve? How did he know..."
"That we came here? He said 'intuition'."
Moving towards Raavi, Luis pleaded, "Don't let them take me, por favor?"
Standing five inches shorter than Raavi, Luis looked up, as if on his knees pleading.
Smiling down upon Luis, as if sunshine from above, Raavi told him, "For now Steve said you can stay here. At least until he drops by this afternoon," he gently relayed, hands on the sides of Luis' shoulders.
"Steve is nice man."
"Exactly what I thought. So, what do you want to do, Luis?"
Turning, Luis looked over to the big screened TV.
"Want to watch a DVD?"
"Sure. I never watch one. What is DBD?"
"D'V'D. Here, I'll show you."
From a cupboard, Raavi pulled out several brightly colored DVD casings.
"Nice," Luis complimented, seeing the two men on the cover, engaged in kissing.
"How about this one?" Raavi inquired, producing a cover that showed four guys in a hot tub.
"La...lat...lat-ter..."
"Latter Days."
"What does story tell about, Raavi?"
"What is it about?"
"Si."
"A Mormon guy seduced by a clubkid. Yeah, let's watch this."
"What mor man?"
"Mormon. It's a religion, but believe me, I wouldn't want to be a part of it. You'll see, as we watch the DVD."
Raavi let the tray deliver the disc to the TV, then invited Luis to lay back in a comfy sofa, to watch. Before he took his seat, Raavi unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it and tossed it aside.
"I take shirt off too, Raavi?"
"Only if you want to, Luis. I dont' force anyone to do what they don't want to," though Raavi hoped for a preview.
"I want to," Luis said.
Sitting there, Luis in his khaki's, Raavi in a pair of jeans. After Luis peeled off his shirt from his skinny bod,the two settled back as the credits appeared on the large screen TV. %
Continued.....
copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.
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