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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'OFfiCe JOckS FoR DOmiNaTiOn' o8
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Those who received a text, employed by Rick Okley, were just finishing up their morning routine, or in some cases, had lingered in bed for a ten minute layover.
"Well," Phil taps Eric's belly, as they lay there in bed, "we better get up and Adam!"
"Owch!"
Standing there, looking at his hirsuite man, Phil pulls the sheet from the coverup, "I barely touched you."
Such was the sight, Eric laying there, hands behind head, flaunting those dark, hairy pits, fuzzy chest and abs, deep navel and beyond, Phil was tempted to jump back in the sack, but crossing his mind was something more engrossing.
"I barely touched you, but you better get your ass up and out of bed, before you know what happens, happens?"
"Yeah, right," Eric heartily agrees.
However, as Eric disconnects hands from behind head, yawns and moves both hands down his hairy front, Phil jokes, "looks like I creamed you darn good," he laughs.
Eric says of his ginger, sexual counterpart, "oh? Well probably the sheet's soaked up the cum from when I pulled out and shot all over your back?!?!"
Dropping the sheet, which Phil didn't intentionally hold in front of his pubes, to check, "where? I can't feel anything?"
Phil did yoga and was quite good at it, able to reach behind his back.
With the sheet on the floor, it unveiled some morsel worthy of a quick breakfast treat, "hold that pose," Eric jumps to an upright position, knee-walking across the bed.
"Oh no you don't," Phil switches off from checking his back for dried semen, to one hand clutching his junk, the other to Eric's shoulder, "I don't know about you, but I don't intend on being the object of Rick's sadist nature this morning?"
"I don't know," Eric says frivously, "I kind of like the taste of Saad's all day sucker!"
"Yeah, well you'll think twice after having Saad's lolli busting your ass in half!"
"Isn't that what dreams are made of?"
"You're hopeless Phil. C'mon. Get ready."
When Eric gets out of bed, Phil hasn't budged an inch. Since they both work for the same employer, they follow the same routine. Phil out of bed first, greets Eric with a good morning kiss. If on a morning unlike today, they might linger longer. If they beat the alarm clock awakening them, they would frolic in the sheets. Today was one of those days, when they didn't want to be late. Latecomers could become the object of the CEO's punishment.
As routine has it, Phil leads Eric to the bath, following close behind.
Eric complains, but loves it, "that dick is getting awfully close!"
"Awful? I don't think so, Eric."
Eric smiles. Last night it might've been him on the giving end, utilizing Phil's ass as a tool to make his shaft grow tall and hard, but both being versatile, it's been claimed either of them weren't at a loss when trying to drive the other mad with pent up emotion!
From the bed, to showering together, the whole time Phil takes up the 'top' attitude, to the point of ordering Eric around, "wanna soap up my back, hon?"
If they weren't in such a hurry, Eric would first wet Phil down in an oral kind of way, then when parched, finally turn the shower jet on. He would start at the top of Phil's shoulders, work quickly down his back and then deep tongue Phil's ass.
Feeling Phil's tongue impale him, he would surrender, bending over, splitting his ass farther apart, having Eric dig in deeper. That sure got him hard!
However, driven to being to work on time, when he feels a lick on his shoulder, "really, Eric?"
Turning around and sideswiping his lover, Phil has to turn the water on himself.
"Killjoy!"
"Yeah, well if I have to explain to Rick who made us late, I'm sure he's going to demand every little detail and I'll be darned if the guys are going to know anything about our personal sex life?"
"You got a point there."
Be it Phil was complaining, when he turns around, a feeling comes over him he can't shake.
Even though he has just made a point, Eric goes with the distraction, Phil, as he has pointed out before, cannot drive from his mind, no matter what, those perky little nubs sticking out from Eric's wet chest, "damn!"
"No fair you're hard," Eric has tested Phil's stamina, "and I'm not?"
Well, Eric was. A little. Hard.
"Okay, but just five minutes," Phil says, crocking his neck.
After only a few months of living together, each has found out a few perks about the other. Eric loved eating ass in the shower, whereas Phil loved wet fir, while trying to isolate nips. He didn't even think of the word, 'fetish', but Eric called it that, tonguing one nip while fingers and thumb worked the other.
After any given shower, Eric claimed Phil would have to ice up his nips, after leaving them in such a swollen state. If they had time, it could wind up after a shower, Eric lying faced up on the kitchen counter, Phil working nips, then other places with the freezer ice bucket at his side.
"There, that's all we have time for."
Standing with space between them, Eric complains, "you're going to leave me like this?"
"You figure it out!"
"Sadist," Eric calls it, Phil exiting the shower, a fully loaded rod on his palm!
Sliding the glass enclosure open, Eric says, "damn you!"
All Phil could do was laugh, Eric being cruelly cute, "you could always wait until we get to work and ejaculate into a donut?"
"Y'know," Eric stands there, hands on hips, "you're as bad as Rick sometimes?"
"Maybe that's why I like working there."
"I thought it was to put a roof over our heads?"
That's one of the things about Phil, thinking he thought as Rick sometimes, doing outlandish stuff. Like, right now.
"Oh come on now."
Phil's chops were all soaped up to shave. Pranking his lover, he moves in for a smooch.
Eric was used to it, the kiss which started soaping up his own whiskers, but never without caution, "you wanna put Harry down first?"
Loving the precision of a 'Harry' branded razor, Phil sets it down, "right. Don't want to accidentally nick your balls, do we?"
It was quickie, meant to be, Phil only kissing long enough to soap up Eric's face.
Then, at the double vanity they got with getting ready, both shaving. If Eric missed wiping soap from his chops, Phil did it for him.
However, he always had to remind Eric, "did I miss any place?"
"Nope. You're clean."
They lingered a long time in the bathroom, getting ready. It could be a fun place, with them both naked. Once they hit the bedroom, it was all about dressing, though they did a good time ridiculing each other on sock colors, or which tie to put on.
Eric says, "how does this one look?"
Phil walks over and pulls the tie down till it disconnects.
"What the hell, Phil?"
"Last meeting, remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Rick said he's changing the dress code?"
"Oh. Right. Forgot."
"And," Phil walks over, starting to unbutton Eric's shirt, "I see you forgot the rule about no longer wearing a white tee shirt underneath?"
It almost becomes a 'getting ready for sex' act, Eric stripping his dress shirt, Phil's hands lifting the tee shirt off overhead.
"Mm-mm, we'll have to get you some sheer dress shirts."
Eric knew why, knowing Phil was infatuated with his dark, lush bod hair, "oh? How does that go?"
One time Eric had mentioned shaving his bod smooth. To that end, Phil gasped, claiming if he ever did, he would divorce him, even though they weren't officially married!
"Only if you do. And 'very' sheer!"
Eric giggles, but Phil thinks, "I wonder if they make clear shirts?"
Phil's phone, set with an alarm, chimes, having him react, "oh shit, we should be walking out the door!"
Maybe the third time they got behind, getting ready for work, they were like robots, hustling around grabbing articles of clothing.
As usual, Eric tosses the car keys to Phil, "you're driving."
Phil always threatens, but it never happens, "well, someday you're going to drive. It's not fair you get to lust over all the hot joggers!"
Before they even leave the driveway, their shirtless neighbor runs along the hood of their car.
"Did we ever find out if Jack is gay or straight?"
With Phil pulling out of the drive, "we'll put him on the guest list at our next pool party."
"Smart thinking!"
"Yeah, sometimes I feel I have to do it for the both of us."
It's why the puzzle pieces all fit in place, everyday the two of them finding out about each other, what makes this relationship work.
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Steve and Jared had just gotten to the gym for an early, before work, workout. Jared's back had just hit the weight bench, with Steve lifting the bar out of the cradle, when his cell played 'Rocky's tune'. Responding, he told his lover of having to be at an emergency meeting, called by Rick.
The bar fell in the cradle with a clang, Jared sitting up and then standing. Having lived together since that first day they met at the gym, the otter and cub had developed a before-work routine, working out, showering right there at the gym, dressing for work and then leaving the gym for the office.
From their knowing Rick, Steve, who had laid flooring for another guy, became manager of the newly created department at Rick's hardware store. Jared, who shortly after meeting Steve, had graduated, with a master's in psychology and set up shop. He was retained by Rick, on call for any employee who needed 'to talk'.
"It's an emergency meeting," Steve says as he strips off the gym clothes, "so you better be there in case I need therapy."
"This isn't enough?" Jared says as he pins Steve's bod to the shower wall, pressing his cock into the willing asscrack.
"Do we have time for this?"
Unrelenting, Jared says, "probably not," but doesn't let up, grinding hips forward.
Eagle-spread, arms up, hands planted on the tiled wall, Steve moans, "oh fuck!"
True to the calling, Jared's hand circles his shaft, fitting it into Steve's hole and then with the force of cub bod, presses forward.
When he wanted to be, Jared could enter a guy and in a matter of a couple of minutes, pump his guts full. If more time, it would satisfy himself, to be lying in bed and slowly worked to blasting off!
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For Callum, it would've been his first training session at the gym with his new trainer, George. The very first time they met, they didn't hit it off on the plus side. George's boss, Mike, had put the trainer's job on the line, on account of he got wind of Callum going to work for Rick and that meant more clients.
When Mike took over managing the gym he sort of had a run in with Rick, but since has made amends. In fact, Mike found Rick to be an okay guy, inviting him over to his house for drinks and imbibing in other forms of pleasure, other than swimming in his pool!
George liked his job there. As a black man, working in a predominantly white gym, it felt like a prestigious position. Granted, he didn't like the idea of after being manager of the smoothie bar, in charge of gym memberships and other odd jobs, he was pressed into service as a trainer, but went with it.
After meeting Callum at the gym and taking his frustrations of being thrust into service as a personal trainer, he took his mental state home with him. His live in partner, a registered alien, Marek Novotny, whom he found homeless at the bus station, was the perfect alpha mate to his submissive nature.
It was uncanny they were 31-years old at the time, birthdays three days apart.
On the drive home, whereas Callum was actually supposed to drop Marek at the brothers' home, wound up with them living together. When they got to the brother's house, it was visibly displayed, Marek's brother not wanting a 'faggot' living with him, wife and children.
On the spot George came out to Marek and they coupled up. From the first time they slept together, that same night, they discovered how well they matched up.
Even though George stood at 6'4, Marek, 5'11 dominated him.
Dominated, not only in height, but each quickly found which buttons to push, George giving into Marek's every whim. He didn't even think, allowing Marek to use rope to tie him to the bed, that he could have been in physical danger, or burgularized. However, that didn't happen.
Marek began working George very sweetly at first, kissing his lips!
"I think you will learn how well we will be as a couple."
"Oh. My. God!" George responds, when Marek takes both nips in between fingers and thumbs and mashes them.
"You like?"
"Don't stop. Please don't ever stop!"
So, Marek didn't stop. He mashed, pulled, squashes the tips with fingernails, works George's nips torturously, till they were red and swollen. He also discovers how hard George's shaft could get.
"You have ruler?"
"Um, what for?"
"I want to measure how big!"
George was suspicious, but as it unfolds, after Marek pulls harshly on the tip of his shaft, he does measure, "about 7 inches and a half."
"I thought I was bigger than that."
"Bigger? Hm, I think maybe these orbs are big?"
Holding George's ballsacs in barely one hand, Marek measures across both, "hm, these are quite big."
"Oh no," George says, when Marek taps the ruler on one ballsac, then the other.
Back and forth, each time with a little more snap of the wrist, "I think you like this. You tell me if you don't?"
George didn't answer. Grabbing the ropes attached to his wrists, he moaned louder and louder. He winced when the ruler landed with intent, "oh shit, Marek!"
"Now we measure again," he takes the ruler, plants the 1-inch end at the base of George's shaft, "eight. Now I know how to make you grow."
"I never thought, ak-k-k-k, oh fucken-shit!" George calls out in pain as the ruler hits one sac with precision and force.
Marek was not so surprised, George a revelation when a spurt of semen erupts from the tip of his shaft.
From that first night, till today, George and Marek have explored much. Last night Marek invited his friend, Dusan to participate. Both green card holders, Marek hope George would like the sex so well, that he would invite Dusan to come live with them, or rather the influence Marek had over George, it would go unsaid.
Dusan, unlike Marek, stood about George's height, 6'5. He was like a pig in crap when meeting Marek's room mate, being it was tough finding gay men his height, at least that's the experience which he had.
"What would you like to do, Dusan?"
As Marek, Dusan has dabbled in bdsm, "I like to play with nipples, but what would my dream?"
Naturally George was hairy, but not fuzzy. Regardless, he was finding Dusan studying his bod, up and down, which had him saying without reluctance, "don't be shy, Dusan."
"I think when I tell you, you will think I'm crazy?"
"No," George is realistic, "I'm beyond that. I thought Marek was crazy, whipping my balls with a ruler, but he showed me how hard and leaking he could get me. I would've never dreamed how turned on that could be. I have an open mind about things like that. Maybe we will both find things which will turn us both on."
"I would like to take you to the shower, soften up your skin and shave you, if that is okay?"
"Shave?" George has a puzzled look on his face, "I'm taking that as more than my face?"
"If that is okay. I am an artist. I like to make designs," Dusan leaves the rest for George to guess.
Marek, who, after having secured George, four points, to the bed, stands like he's studying the eagle-spread forty-one year old, "if it is okay, I meet a boy on the bus yesterday. You and Dusan can play?"
Being he was free from bondage, George says, "sure. I think he'll be able to handle me!"
Marek hastily dressed and was gone in minutes.
"Can you lead me to your shower?"
"Would be my pleasure."
From a hand on Dusan's shoulder, George slips it down to wrist and then coupling hands, "this way."
George found Dusan not as rough as Marek. They kissed. Dusan felt up George's meaty poundcakes, before turning to the perky nips. He sweetly fondled them, all to George's pleasure.
"You like nips worked?"
"I never knew it, until Marek worked them. Yeah. I like it alot."
Not only did Dusan tweak George's nips, he took each pec in a hand and fondled them, all to George's pleasure.
"Uh, when do we get to the manscaping part?"
"I tell you when."
It made George smile, loving the alpha attitude.
"Turn around."
With water cascading down his back, he did as Dusan orders, only to find the Czech work his arms up, putting him in a full nelson, "trust me."
George figures, he's not bound, as Dusan presses his chest against his back, "so far I do."
"I will make you give of your whole self to me."
He wasn't kidding, Dusan pressing cock and balls into the crack of George's ass.
"Hey buddy, don't forget the condom?"
"Oh, I am not going that far today."
It made George smile, thinking this was not going to be a 'one-night-stand', 'cool,' it keeps the lilt of joy on his lips.
Dusan, since he came to this country, had been classified as a hustler. Not one in which prostituted himself for extra cash, but an aggressively enterprising person, utilizing both his schooling and what he learned on his own, to make a living. Even though Marek is the one responsible for bringing him to America, it was Dusan who used his brain and entrepreneurship to start a small graphics design business and work his way up from the bottom, up. Whereas Marek squandered what small means of carving a living, Dusan reinvested in his small company and soon was able to purchase a small house in a blue collar neighborhood.
Unraveling both their arms, Dusan says, "you can turn around now."
George thought he had most men beat, when it came to fully aroused shafts, but there on the palate of Dusan's hand was a hefty piece of meat, "good thing you didn't have a condom!"
He laughed, Dusan smiling, "good for your ass, but how about your jaw muscles?"
Both were of the about the same 'over-six-feet' height, so it was of no imposition for Dusan to place a hand on Georges shoulder and without waiting for an answer, applies pressure, saying, "you like to suck cock?"
Taking silence as a yes and being that so far Dusan was pressing all the right buttons, especially the two on his pecs, his legs tremble, knees cave in with seeing eye to eye, lowers down.
George was about to spring his jaws open wide, when they hear a distant tune.
"One minute," Dusan says, dashing from the shower, leaving George on his knees!
Over six feet tall, his legs were of the long, basketball-type. His height should've been dwarfing the length of his cock, but there it lay, more than the tip sitting on the wet shower flooring. Kind of felt good, now that he thought about it, the water rushing by. He should have been turned on, but without the Czech, his shaft began to 'melt'.
Wondering why he was taking so long, George suddenly got the idea he didn't react quick enough, should have gobbled that meat down. then he started to put himself down for not reacting fast enough.
He almost talked him into it, but then stood and like he was a candidate on a soapbox, "no, George, you're not going there!"
George, with a decisive nod of 'yes', had talked himself out of another put down session, then marched off through the batheroom door, to see what was taking Dusan.
He was on his way out, Dusan on his way back to the shower, when there bods collide. It proved just how solid each man was, acting like neither wanted to let the other go and for a moment they stood there, hugging each other.
Finally George says, "what was that call that saved me from getting a sore throat?"
He smiles.
"You know Georgie, I wasn't making you do it. I love cock and would given you a blowjob, if you objected?"
"All my life men have done that, felt they should be the one sucking me, just because I'm a tall black man with a big cock."
Running hands up and down George's shoulders, Dusan says, "I don't look at you with color. All I see is a very handsome man who should, like other men, have feelings for another that looks beyond the size of a man's anatomy. What you think?"
"I think you're brilliant," he takes Dusan in his arms, kissing him.
When they break, Dusan says, "I have habit of being a boss, but you should be too. I mean, an equal, Georgie."
He caught it the first time, but didn't mention it, the 'ie' attached to his name, instead thinking it cute, so let it be.
"But that doesn't mean you can't give me a buzz with your hands on my nips?"
"You mean, like this, Georgie?"
Dusan goes for the opportunity, reaching out, touching, giving George a hefty pinch and a couple of twists as if turning dials!
"Oh shit!"
He was already primed, which led to his shaft secreting all on its own, goo hitting Dusan right in the crotch.
From the ooze streaming down the Czech's legs, George says, "oopsy!"
"It is okay. You can clean me up before I use soap."
Over the decades, beginning with early teen years, George has always been the object of a joke, his cock being a huge entity, so much that every gay man wanted it in his mouth and up their chute.
He just had to ask, as they get back in the shower, "hey, you ever take it up the ass?"
"If you talk about 'that', no! I do not want my ass split wide open."
George laughs out loud, saying, "well, if we ever think about getting into a relationship, I guess we'll have to get a bottom who craves having his ass filled!"
Face to face in the shower, whereas it has been a constant downpour, Dusan says, "is that what you want, Georgie?"
"Look, I'm a thirty-one year old man, not getting any younger. Maybe it's time I think about it."
"And you just think of this when you meet me?"
Instead of words, which could go round in circles and never say much, George takes Dusan in his arms and plants his lips on the sweet mouth.
When they part, Dusan says, "Georgie, I think you are in love. And it is with me!"
"Don't you want to find love, Du?"
This made Dusan smile, saying, "Du?"
Being corny, George says, "Du you love me or Du you not?"
Dusan has a look like he ate a sour lemon, saying, "I don't know about you Georgie. C'mon, we have to get ready."
"Ready for what?"
Dusan explains he submitted his drawings to a hardware chain, with 2 stores and wanting to explain, needed to change from his daddie's way of advertisement and do something more modern or fold up the business.
George says, "Okley, now where did I hear that name before?"
Remembering, "oh shit, he probably thinks I'm a real asshole!"
After drying, they head for the bedroom, Dusan saying, "what did you deserve for him to think that?"
George shares, "Rick Okley is a member at the gym. Yesterday he comes in and is leaving with this young wiseass kid, he insults the hell out of me, expecting me to be his personal trainer..."
"Is he cute?"
It sidetracked George and after recalling the handsome face, "yeah."
"Then why not? After you get to know him, maybe he can become the glove for your big cock!"
George laughs, says, "y'know Du, you are one intelligent man!"
And because George was growing on him, Dusan adds, "and loveable?"
In the car, over to the bar & grille, where the meeting was taking place, George quizzes Dusan on how to approach this, Callum, if he should happen to be at the meeting.
"First you find out if he is gay?"
"That's right," George taps Dusan on the knee. "Man, would that have gotten me in trouble deeper, if I hit on him, only to find out he's straight!"
"You just pass the bar & grille, Georgie?"
"Really? Oh shit! I'll just make a U."
He does, but then when they are about to turn in the bar & grille, hear two short bleeps!
"You're busted," Dusan says.
"What'd I do?"
"You make turn over two yellow lines that run down the road."
"See what you made me do?"
Dusan sits there with jaw dropped, "what did I do?"
With George in the parking lot, parked, the police car pulls up behind him.
Behind the police car two other vehicles enter the large lot, however instead of choosing empty spaces separated George and the police, they park next to George.
One of the guys, in a spiffy, late model car, gets out and leans up against the car pulling up next to him, crosses his arms and becomes a spectator.
Right next to him, another guy questions him, "what's up Rick?"
"Nothing yet, but I bet if we park ourselves here long enough, we'll find out."
"Hey, isn't that the guy from the gym who Callum had a confrontation with?"
"Yep."
Josh takes to parking his ass on the car, the two of them there like on bleachers, watching a soccer game.
"This should be interesting."
"Yep."
The cop then notices the two gents with their asses parked on the car, "oh, hi Rick, Josh?"
"Hey, Malik," Josh says, Rick giving him a simple wave.
Josh would like to be giving the Arabic man something more, but knew he was on duty!
Instead of George, Dusan steps in, "I think we can come to agreement."
Turning to Dusan, the officer says, "are you offering me a bribe?"
"Yes, it is a fact, I am," Dusan says, smiling.
Not only curious, but that damn cute smile, the officer is entertained, "and what do you have to offer?"
Josh on the sidelines, clicks his teeth, "'tsk, tsk, tsk,' Malik?"
"You do your job, Josh and I'll do mine, now as you were saying?"
Dusan introduces himself, "I am Dusan, Malik."
"And this bribe? I'm just curious."
George wondered where Dusan was going with this?
"You seem to me like an alpha?"
Malik shakes his head, like he just came out of the shower and his shaggy hair was wet, "what does that have to do with anything?"
"Are you your own man or you let people do thinking for you?"
Rick promised himself he was going to be a spectator and not get involved, but keenly following the situation, "he's got a point there, Malik?"
Malik wasn't afraid to address Josh with 'shut up', or other derogatory remark, but the man who donated thousands of dollars to the PAL Kid's Toy Drive last Christmas, "you know I think for myself, Rick?"
"Like, when I conned you out of a ticket last Christmas, Malik?"
Dusan was loving it, this guy named, 'Rick', whom he thought might be the man he came to meet, steals back the conversation, "you let him out of a ticket with a bribe?"
"Well," Malik starts to feel the pressure, "it wasn't exactly that."
Josh gets revenge, "plus the college man who came around to give you a blowjob, Malik?"
"Shut up about that, Josh."
Dusan, with the cat out of the bag, has a field day, "oh, so you are gay, Malik?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
In his face, Dusan reacts, "then you will not mind the bribe."
For the man heckling him right now, Malik was ready to accept, "sure you can give me a blowjob!"
Josh intervenes, "too bad your on the clock, Malik," he giggles.
"How would it be if I gave you a summons for interferring with justice, Josh?"
"There you go again," Dusan says.
Malik pleads, "what? What'd I do?"
"No need to give Josh your threats, when all you have to do is answer for yourself, instead of making someone else part of your problem."
Rick was loving this man. He knew why he was there and forgetting about the product he was selling, Dusan was selling himself and that's what mattered in his business organization, the man, not the goods.
"Hmm," Malik thinks on it. "So, what are you going to give me for what I'm going to not give you?"
"Me?" Dusan says. "I'm not going to give you anything, but George, being he is man enough to own up to his own responsibilitie, he's offering you either his nips or a blowjob."
"Nips?" Malik chuckles. "What am I going to do with those. Not nips, but lips!" he laughs his ass off.
This is where George scores points with Rick, stepping into the fracas, "what do you know about my nips, when you haven't even seen them?"
George lifts his 'Mike's Gym' tee shirt, exposing his sixpack abs and poundcakes, dotted with two perky nips.
"Oh my," Malik steps towards George and running the back of his hand over the rippled abs, "what a lovely specimen!"
Then George pulls his shirt down, "store's closed!"
Like a deep discount at Target, Malik was hooked, "but I wasn't finished shopping."
He went for George's shirt, to pull it up again, Dusan is nervy, grabbing Malik by the wrist, "I am not finished with the final Deal of the Day."
Malik goes bugeyed, "you watch Let's Make A Deal?"
George never saw it in his life, "I love Peter Parker!"
Dusan rolls his eyes, "it's Bob Barker, idiot!"
He was ready to say he 'knew that,' but of what's been said about honesty to oneself, "I've been known to be wrong more than once in my lifetime."
Malik says, "I don't believe either of you, but I think I might like your bribe. Which one of you will give me the blowjob?"
George once more steps into the ring, "tell you what, we'll sweeten the deal. I'll give you a blowjob and you can play all you want with my nips."
He heard it before, but it went right over Malik's head, more interested in the bj, "but I've never played with a man's nips before."
"It's easy." Dusan volunteers, "pull your shirt up again, Georgie."
This time George, with pride not only in his broad chest, chiseled abs and the part they can't see, not only hikes his shirt, but anchors it behind his neck.
Like they were a team, selling something, Dusan says, "all you do is go like this."
He proceeds to pulverize George's nips, squeezing them, turning this way and that, all to the tune of moans and groans of pleasure.
"Never thought a man could get pleasure out of that. How about we throw in my nightstick pounding those abs?"
Rick stand up for George, "getting a little too sadistic, eh Malik?"
"Yeah, okay. Wisful thinking. Forget the nightstick. I'll take the blowjob and nips."
Acting like George's agent, Dusan says, "and we'll throw in an ass licking, if you give me a blowjob!"
He was really sold on George's lips wrapped around his 8-inch tube and as a wise man would put it, "I guess you have to give to get!"
Since everyone on the police force admired Rick, from the admin to the cop on the beat, "and why don't you put a call in to your captain and tell him you're taking an early lunch, Malik, that you're doing a favor for me and step inside for our board meeting?"
"Hmm, I wonder if I can do that?"
Dusan speaks up, "you will not find out unless you try?"
Malik thought Dusan spoke with attitude, but he liked him, almost as much as George's hot bod. He assumed a lot, but visions of him naked, making him strip out of that police uniform, it's all Malik could do to contain himself.
Everyone on the police force knew Rick Okley had clout. Money talks!
"Captain," Malik presented it, "I've got a 'Rick Okley' situation, if you know what I mean?"
That's all it took, answering one more question from his higher-up, "not sure. Could take an hour to clear things up here."
Rick holds up three fingers.
"Four, tops," Malik ends his conversation, before getting the okay to take time off to help the benefactor.
Rick was serious about being at the board meeting, all rip-roaring ready to start promptly, but when given the opportunity, would blame tardiness on another, "so, can we get inside and get started before you waste anymore of my time?"
Josh was ready to crack up, seeing the look on George, Dusan and Malik's faces!
"Or," suddenly something spiked, cerebro-spinal fluid peaking, Rick coming up with an instant idea, "George, why don't you come along with us and leave Dusan and Malik to their business?"
Like he had done earlier, George thought of the tissy-fit he threw at the gym, which in essence got him nowhere. Even though he wanted to be with Dusan, he reliquishes the control he has on the situation, which is virtually very little and caves, "I will see you later, Du."
"Dew?" Malik repeats, then bursts out in laughter!
Dusan doesn't like to be made fun of. Uninhibited by the police uniform, with lightning speed, reaches upu to Malik's shoulders and with a lift of his knee, connects with the crotch!
"Oh fuck!"
It puts Malik on his knees, holding his groin, breathing heavily, rapidly, but not enough to say, "that is grounds for arrest!"
"You're right," Dusan says, reaching to the back of the leather belt Malik wears.
Rightly, Malik has trained for situations like this. Being Dusan a little more than tapped his knee on the cop's balls, read the signs. Perhaps, all his life there's been a growing need for the policeman to be dominated.
Seeing the cop not making an effort to retaliate, Dusan slips the cuffs from the square leather pouch, "how lucky, just your size."
He was cuffed on his knees, but sooner than later, Malik was forced to his feet, Dusan forcing the cop's bod to the bumper of George's car.
"Will you take it easy? That hurt!"
It made Dusan smile, saying, "not as much as this is going to hurt your ego!"
"What the fuck, Dew?" Malik balks at the feeling of a pair of hands under him, fidgeting with his belt buckle.
Dusan stops a second, hands still in Malik's gut, leans over like he's about to insert, instead moves his mouth say in the ear, "now you call me sir, or I will make sure you never forget!"
To enunciate his words and the directive, Dusan pulls Malik towards his crotch.
Feeling a dull ache in his stomach, Dusan's fists intentionally using his stomach to grind his crotch against his ass, "yes, sir."
With each word, Dusan gutpunches Malik's stomach, "yes. Sir. What?"
Again, with the dull ache of his stomach, "I will never forget that, sir."
On a major artery between town and the freeway, a morning when dozens take to their vehicles, no in their right mind would want to be caught with their pants down in a parking lot, but this didn't stop Dusan.
"What are you doing?"
Right now Dusan didn't care about formalities as he pulls the belt from the loops of Malik's pants, "what you need and want."
It made Malik think, is this what he really wants, let alone, needs?
But when he hears and feels his zipped going down, "are you crazy, Dew?"
Yeah, maybe a bit, but with his bod shielding Malik from public view, no one could tell that under the camoflauge, it was a police officer.
He protested, but wasn't doing anything to stop Dusan from tugging on Malik's pants, bringing them and his briefs down to the thighs.
When he feels the morning air on his butt, Malik exclaims, "oh shit, Dew!"
Fortunately there wasn't much traffic and out of two cars which pass by, they got one honk of the horn, probably from some horny husband, who wishes it was himself in cuffs!
"The uniform, it does not fool me."
Malik was relieved, that after the one honked horn, looking over his shoulder, no one was around to observe, which gave him the idea, "uh, can we move this off the road and inside?"
He left Malik's trousers at his ankles and in saying, "of course," didn't take account of 'walking', which when Dusan pulls the cop's bod off the hood of the car and moves him to the door, he almost falls flat on his face!
"Oh shit, Dew!"
It was unplanned and usually when something bad happens, Dusan can react and right the wrong, but of Malik falling forward, a result of his own doing, his instincts tell him to reach out and grab, "whew, that was a close call. I'm so sorry."
His gut reaction told him to keep Malik from falling, which had Dusan clutching his arms around the policeman, hugging him to his chest.
Malik wasn't a bit sorry, being his hands cuffed behind his back, he was feeling something quite erotic!
Right there at the curb, Dusan began to moan, which kept the two entwined in a hug of sorts.
"I am good with my hands, but also something else?"
He already had a semi, Dusan being worked up to something more, "I would like to feel that."
With one hand on one of Malik's cuffed arms, Dusan squats to grab the hem of the lowered pants.
Malik couldn't believe he was so joyed in this moment, being held captive by his own handcuffs, "oh, and I was just getting used to the chill on my balls!"
Even though Dusan pulled Malik's pants up and coupled them with a button, he felt he could go further, "I can fix that."
"Oh shit, Dew!"
By now, Malik's whimpering wasn't a call of distress, but wanting of more pleasure, "damn!"
With hugging Malik's ass to his own crotch, Dusan reaches in the zipper area, feeling around inside and hauling his junk out through the scratchy opening.
"Hey, will you take it easy on my balls, Dew?"
"Stop your whine. I know you like it. Now walk, before I have to save your life again!"
It occurs to Malik, it was Dusan's own doing, but accidents do happen, which has him smiling as he is walked to the door of the bar & grille.
"I'd hold the door for you, Dew, but..."
But with hands cuffed behind his back, the policeman had to have Dusan loose a grip and get the door, but made sure he was the first through the doorway, leaving Malik to shimmy his butt to make it through!
Right inside the door a surprise was waiting.
Upon entering, Dusan's bod collides with Rick.
Looking over Dusan's shoulder, Rick says, "you've been here before, Malik. You know your way to the board room?" Rick questions.
"Yeah?"
"Well," Rick flutters fingertips, "scoot along, then?"
Malik did what was instructed. For a moment he forgot about his hands, secured with his own handcuffs. It's then he gets a flashback, of one of his buddies, a fellow policeman, phoning him, which was quite complicated, being his hands were cuffed behind his back, with his own handcuffs. Worst case scenario, when help arrived, instead of one patrolman, four arrived, rescusing the naked officer!
So ridiculed with laughter, for weeks, the cop left the precinct for another, in another state, hoping the story would not follow him cross country!
Standing at the top of the stairs, which at the bottom landing curved to the left before making landfall on the cement floor, Malik was quite intimidated.
Then, a moment of relief, "George, you've got to help me."
It was field day, George walking up the wooden steps, "sure, Malik, but I have to get something for the meeting," he turns the cop around, "if you'll follow me?"
Mario was apologetic about forgetting the linen napkins, but he had his hands full, not with sausage, but the other items of the light buffet. With wondering what happened to Malik, George offered to be the go-for.
"I think they keep them in here," George opens the same door where he knew, if a guest showed up out of dress code, was ushered.
Once inside the room, George says, "get the door, Malik? Oh. Wait. You can't," he walks over behind Malik and shuts it.
"Uh, can you do me a favor and look for the key to these cuffs at the back of my belt?"
He did what was asked and finding the key, comes back around, "is this the key?"
"Yes. Now will you hurry and uncuff me?"
"You don't remember me, do you?"
Malik thought, "other than this morning?"
When you pulled me over about six months ago, you claimed you didn't like the music I was listening to, that since I was blasting it from my car, I was making a disturbance. What? I was disturbing the chipmunks in the park?"
Of the rural setting, loud music booming from a car and turning his patrol car lights on, "I seem to remember."
"Now we're getting someplace."
Seeing only one thing keeping Malik's pants in place, George gives the button a little turn and pulling on the waistline, disconnects it from the button hole, "oops!"
"Dammit, George, take the key and uncuff me now!"
"I can remember that day you directed me to pull over in the park. Nice, secluded location to bust me and my homies?"
"Playing loud music is disturbing the peace.
"Okay. So you were justified," George busies himself with unbuttoning Malik's navy shirt, decorated police precinct patch, a medal of some sorts and then stares point blank at the brass name tag. He giggles, "last name, Collingsworth?"
"My mum was Persian, dad, British. Dad was in business, traveling. One day we came to the United States and never left. I was in grade school."
"Thanks for the history lesson, but I'm much more interested in something else!"
While Malik told of his past life, giving reason for an English surname, George made light work of unbuttoning his shirt, from top to bottom.
"Oh now, isn't this lovely? That's what you Brits say, right? Lovely?"
It was hard for Malik to focus on the question, being that George's hands had gone exploring, rubbind all over his furry front, "yes, yes, yes," he couldn't control his emotions, with George settling over his very hairy pecs, finding his perky nips.
"Mm, I could make a meal out of these," at which time, the split open shirt, George pushes it back over Malik's shoulders.
It falls down his arms and gets snagged on Malik's cuffed hands.
After George wets one of Malik's nips, saturating the pec hair with spit, "my how the tables have turned."
"I thought you liked 'your' nips worked?"
"Yeah, I do, but you know what they say, don't do to someone else what you know they want to do to you, or something like that?"
All this time, it did concern Malik, since George was in the buff, his shaft had been growing longer since they entered the room. He didn't bring up anything about the male lower anatomy, hoping George would not get any ideas about using that spike on him!
"So, what exactly is it that you want?"
Malik dwarfed the six-foot-four black man by about three inches. It wouldn't have stopped George from performing one of his favorite, mutual things, moving close and using his poundcaked chest like a squeegie, touching Malik's pecs with his, then moving back and forth and up and down.
He stops, "oh hot, those hairy pecs," he rubs hands all over Malik's chest, "are giving me quite a lot of stimulation. How about you? Do anything for you?"
Malik had scanned George's bod, from top to bottom and on the way back, halts at the tiger trail under his bellyhole, marveling at how hard he got in such little time.
"I did notice, how servicing me, you got kind of 'rigid'?"
"Servicing you?" George laughs. "That's just the tip of the iceberg, or..."
Now there was the dilemma, each knowing they had a preference when it came to man-sex. They had it early on, each wanting to be the one in control, which in turn made it tough for them to react.
"Of course, you are talking about being on your knee in front of me?"
"No."
They both think on it.
George finally breaks off their mulling it over, "what I was thinking," he matches his poundcakes up with Malik's hairy mounds of pec mass, "both of us on our knees, you on all fours and me? Well, you get the picture!"
"I do get the picture. Georgie."
"Oh. My. Lord," George says as Malik drapes both arms over his shoulders and in back and forth motion, stimulates his pec spots by rubbing his very hairy chest over his.
Every since he could remember, George's nips have been sensitive. When he was about sixteen, he went out for wrestling. This Irish-ginger boy play dirty and in the starting position of the match, made a laughing stock out of George, when the reference blew his whistle. At that lickety-split moment, 'ginger-boy' tweaked both of George's nips. Hard, which made him completely off guard and even though he overpowered Irish in height and weight, George underestimated himself when it came to the wire that connects his pecs to his shaft!
From then on, George could be driven to his knees, with hands or toys attached to his nubs, which is how Malik was now employing.
"Ha-ha, I knew you would like this, Georgie," Malik kept the close contact, his hairy pecs rubbing back and forth over George's smooth chest.
Taking to placing his hands on Malik's hips, all George could think of are his nips and how they were wreaking havoc on his pubes!
Thinking he had the upper hand, Malik says, "now, this is where you sink to your knees!"
Wrong!
In a fit of sexual emotion, whereas Malik is rubbing his hairy pecs against a smooth chest, George's hard shaft is doing the same to Malik's 8c!
He knew some activity was going on between them, but it is not until Malik separates himself from George, that he realizes to what extent, "did I do that?"
"Yeah," George spins the police officer around, "but you're about to do so much more!"
Malik tried breaking the hold had on him, elbows crooked and in a position of being held hostage by George, feeling the tip of a cock on slip in his asscrack.
Surrendering, Malik says, "don't forget the condom, Georgie."
Letting Malik go free, Georgie says, "oh, I don't use that until the second date!"
Right then, the double doors bust open, Mario entering, "fuck! I thought you were getting the napkins. Rick's getting impatient and wants to start the board meeting," he rushes, opening draws, taking out linens and then shutting them with a bang.
Both had just started putting briefs on, when Mario stops in his tracks.
"What?" they both say at once to Mario.
Thinking Mario has been checking out their stiff shafts, George says, "you can either have us on your tongue one at a time, or both at once?"
"Neither. Actually what I was thinking, I'd love to see you in uniform, George?"
Then he left.
"Hey, do you think your police outfit will fit me?"
"You're joking, right?"
To show he wasn't, George picks up the navy shirt with Malik's brass name tag pinned to it, feeds an arm in and then remarks, "perfect fit, wouldn't you say?"
He thought he wouldn't go for the idea, but seeing it on another guy, a hot one at that, "I think you would look good on the force!"
George begins to button up the shirt, Malik stopping him, "hold it a second. One last rub."
Pulling the shirt apart, Malik once again takes to the back and forth motion, rubbing hairy pecs against a smooth chest.
"Ah-h-h, not sure I can wait for that second date!"
Suddenly Tony appears, the twenty-one year old bar & grille employee, in only the bandana he wore to keep his scraggily hair out of his face, empresses, "guys, Rick wants to start the meeting. You're holding things up. Getting your asses downstairs, or we all will be suffering the consequences!"
Both had turned when Tony busted into their private moment, but being the red head band the only thing the otter was wearing, they had something more to talk about than themselves.
"Oh man, would I love to rub against his hairy pecs," Malik says.
George opinions, "not me. Given the opportunity, I'd like to make that soft pickle into a raging sausage!"
They both laughed at themselves.
Even though Tony had left them with the idea they should come downstairs naked, it is decided George kind of looked hot in the police shirt, that he should complete the outfit before going down.
The bar & grille hadn't opened yet to the public, so Malik wasn't at all intimidated by being stared at as he walked from the linen closet to the stairway.
Shirt fit perfect, but George had trouble fitting into the pants.
"Now what do I do?"
Malik smiles, "you wear the top half and I'll wear the bottom?"
George had the pants on, but could not get neither the zipper up nor the button clasped, saying, "how about I go like this?"
Nodding his head up and down, Malik says, "you look downright sexy. Why not give them a good show?"
"Oh, I'll make'em all hard and leaking!"
They laughed about their antics and in getting to the top of the stairs, Malik says, "are we ready for this, our first meeting together?"
"But you've been there before, right?"
Malik responds, "two times. Both were memorable!"
Two steps down, the sound of music kicks in, George saying, "I thought this was a board meeting?"
"With Rick, you never know what is going to happen!"
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