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Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 2 By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com) Copyright 2005
Part 2: "Damn That's Tight"
In they went, Officer Martino leading the way down the hall. He made more noise than he wanted to with the pushing of the heavy doors. Finally, they got to the big steel door leading down to the underground basement. With a heave, Tony pulled it open. He couldn't help looking at his muscles flexing as he did it. He signaled for Tom to follow. "Come on, quiet." It was hard to see the steps without a light. Tony wanted the element of surprise, but he also didn't want to fall on his head, so he pulled out his small police-issue flashlight, turned it on and headed down.
When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Tony could see a dim light coming from under a door on the far right-hand wall of the room they were now in. He went off in that direction. Tom followed, but by this point he was almost wrecked with excitement. He could barely suppress a gleeful giggle as he watched the young muscle-stud in front of him walk towards the door. Tom's eyes fixed on that full round bubble butt. He sure hoped Rick was ready.
Tony slowly opened the door. He looked in and couldn't see anything but bare floor and cans of motor oil lined against the wall straight ahead. The light seemed to be coming from off to the right around the corner. He put the flashlight away, stepped to the corner, and peeked around. "Hmmmph, what the hell...?"
Tony saw no sign of another person. Instead, he saw a large metal chair with black leather or vinyl padding. It looked like an old barber's chair, or maybe a dentist's, he wasn't sure. There was an old beat-up wooden table behind it. It had a cardboard box on it, a can of oil, and some other things he couldn't make out. "Are those feathers," Tony wondered to himself?
Tom was right behind Tony, almost touching him. This didn't register with Tony one bit as it was exactly where he expected Tom to be... following him. Casually as could be Tom's right hand slipped onto the handle of the revolver in Tony's gun belt. Tony started to walk over to the chair. As he did so his gun just slipped right out. He was so transfixed with the objects in the room, he barely noticed. He did notice though, finally, and quickly turned around.
'Hey, what the fuck are you doooo....."
"Quiet down cop," Rick stated loudly.
"Whoa... now... hang on... just wait a minute here... what the f..."
"HEY, DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME," Rick shouted, interrupting Tony.
Tony looked stunned. He looked over at Tom who was pointing his gun at him. Tom had a big grin on his face. Rick was smirking. "That's better muscle-cop. Yeah, you just settle down and be a good boy. You are right where you need to be. All those muscles packed into that tight sexy uniform of yours. You are one handsome stud, I'll give you that. Not the brightest though, are you dude? No back up?"
"None," answered Tom.
"Goooood. It's just us down in this nice, cool basement, away from everyone and everything. Not even near a busy street. Not that it would matter since being underground, with all those doors separating us from the outside, no one can see us or hear us."
Tony gulped. "What do you guys want? What is this? What are you gonna do?"
"Noowwww, don't you worry 'bout a thing," Tom said gleefully. "We just wanna have some fun. We're gonna take good care of ya. Yeah, real good care, nice an gentle-like, giving you just what you deserve, you cocky dumbshit. In fact, I got the feeling, while talking to you that we might be about to give you not only what you deserve, but what you need. At least, if it ain't what you're needing yet, it will be by the time we are through. But by then it will be too late, buddy. You will be squirming in the exquisiteness of your pleasureful humiliation. Ha ha ha!"
"My humil... pleasu... squirm... ohhh, nooooooooooooooooo, come on guys, what are ya gonna do. Whatever it is, ya can't do it! I'm a cop for chrissakes! You are already in serious trouble and if this doesn't stop now, things can only get worse for you."
Rick reached over and pulled on Tony's badge, reading his name out loud. "Officer Anthony Martino. Betcha go by "Tony" to all your pals. Right Tony-baby?"
"Ye...yes," Tony stammered. He was more than a little pissed-off and his expression had gone from stunned to frustrated and irritated. His brain was working double-time to figure a way out of this. Unfortunately for Tony, his brain needed to work quadruple time to keep up with the most average of fiendish minds. Escape was a dim prospect indeed.
"Right, Tony-boy," Tom said. "We aren't too worried about you being a cop. In fact, it is gonna help us a lot. We got nice plans for you and I don't think you will be able to do too much about them. Maybe you won't want to, but even if you did, I think you are going to find yourself too helplessly trapped. And the best part of all is that a big part of what will keep you trapped is your own muscles." "Huh," Tony asked, his dark eyebrows pushing down in concentration.
"Yeah, your muscles dude. Those thick hairy arms and thighs, those big pecs, and oh yeah, ha ha, your nipples... yeah, those'll keep you good and helpless."
Tony just stared at Tom with a vague expression, not sure what to make of all this.
"Lift your arms," Tom said.
Tony hesitated.
"DO IT, Tom shouted!
Tony lifted his arms up a bit.
"That's my boy," Tom said, smiling. "Now, flex for us... both arms. A nice double-biceps pose." Tony slowly began to flex his arms. First he was staring down the barrel of the gun pointed at him, thinking maybe he could kick Tom's hand, then take a swing at Rick. Tom was just a bit too far away though.
As Tony flexed his muscular arms, forming a nice rounded bulge in his upper arms, he felt his shirtsleeve tightening around the top of the biceps. He looked over, first right, then left, taking in the masculine sexiness of his thick, hairy arms. He noticed his pit hair again, as he had earlier when gazing at his reflection in the shop window. Tom saw this now, as he had seen it then.
"That's it, fella." He said softly. Continuing in a soft tone, he urged Tony on... "Go on big guy, take a whiff. Look at all that beautiful thick pit hair popping out from under your sleeve. Yeeeaaaahhhh, soooo damnnnn sexxxxxy, huhhhh. Go on, just a little sniff. It's okay."
Tony couldn't resist. He never could. He tilted his head down to his right pit and gently breathed in through his flaring nostrils. Once... twice... a little more... ohhh yeahhhh. He liked that; made him feel so warm and tingly. Without being told, he turned his head to his left pit and inhaled the musky aroma from that side.
Rick was getting into the picture now. He grinned at Tom and then turned back to Tony. "Yeah, muscle-cop, sniff those muscle pits. Sooooo goooood," he said almost in a whisper.
Tony whimpered softly, almost inaudibly, and kept sniffing. Rick slowly walked back behind him, taking in the view from the rear, admiring the arms, the cop's thick neck, capped by his neatly trimmed black hair at the top. Rick reached out and brushed his fingertips along the mounded biceps, then slid them back and down, rising up again on the inside of the flexed arms. His fingers slowly inched towards the shirtsleeves, where they found the pit hair poking out. He caressed right there, tickling a bit. Tony gasped and stopped sniffing, coming out of his aroma-induced trance.
Tom gave a slight chuckle. "See, wasn't that nice? You liked that, I know you did."
"Fuck you," Tony mumbled.
"Awwwww, be a good sport. You can't fool me, Officer Tony. The smell of your pits, the sight of your arms, the feel of that tight shirt... it turns you on." "Bullshit, faggot," Tony snapped back!
"Ohhhh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh. I don't know Tony, your the one lookin' kind'a queer to me. You are turned on man."
"No Way!"
"Yeah you are."
Rick had continued his tactile ministrations on Tony's upper arms and pit hair. Tony, in spite of his irritation with Tom, had not lowered his arms, in disavowal. On the contrary, he kept flexing them gently, seemingly unconsciously, as Rick did his work.
"If you are not turned on, then what it that filling out the front of your pants," Rick whispered in Tony's ear.
Tony looked down and frowned. "Shit," he said. Still he kept gently flexing the muscles in his arms and still Rick kept caressing and lightly tickling. Tony whimpered, "Awwwwwwwwww" as he looked from side to side. The front of his trousers puffed out a bit more. He looked down, feeling the blood slowly pump into his big cut cock. The plum-sized head at the tip was starting to itch a bit. Tony wanted to reach down and scratch it, but no way was he going to do that in front of these guys and anyway, he couldn't seem to lower his arms. Rick's fingers felt so fucking good. This guy really knew how to worship his muscles, Tony thought. For a minute, he reckoned that was as it should be. He was made to be worshipped. And then he realized what he was thinking, and that this was a guy fondling his arms, while he stood there with his own gun pointed at him. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Tony said, his voice rising towards the end! "What the fuck is going on? Stop this you bastards!"
"No can do, Tony boy, no can do. He he heeee," Tom laughed. He gave a glance to Rick and a quick nod to Tony's right.
"Now my big musclehead, Rick want to keep pleasuring your arms, and you like that, I can see. But he thinks you should get a bit more comfortable, and I agree. So, when he guides you, I want you to take two steps to the right."
Rick kept his hands on Tony's upper arms and gently pulled him rightwards by his right arm.
"Now spread your legs wide," Tom ordered.
"Fuck off," Tony spat.
"DO IT ASSHOLE!"
At that Tony, grunted, frowned and complied.
"Good. Now you are going to take three steps back, straddling the footrest. Then you are going to sit down. Rick will be at your left side to help you. Keep your arms up and flexed."
Tony took a step back, encountered the footrest, spread his legs a bit more and stepped back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the seat. He then slowly lowered himself down. Somewhere in his mind he knew this was a bad move. Sitting down in the chair could only result in him being more deeply entrapped. For starters, it would make it harder for him to lunge at Tom or Rick. He would have to push himself out of the chair first. Yet, for the moment, Tony could see no alternative. As he settled down in the chair, Rick moved behind again and returned both hands to the massaging and fondling of Tony's arms. Tony just watched him and continued to flex, turning his head from side to side, looking at Rick's fingers as the crept under his sleeves, towards his pits. Rick rubbed his fingers in the sweaty pits, till they were good and wet, then delicately pulled them out and stuck them under Tony's nose. "Mmmmmmmmm, smell that cop sweat, your cop sweat, stud boy. Now, let's rub that aroma-packed sweat onto those nice biceps of yours, hehehe."
"Oh no, don't, please, whispered Tony.
Rick began rubbing in circular patters, spreading the stinky sweat across the top of Tony's arms. "Oooooohhhhhhhh......maaaaaaannnnnnn," Tony whimpered.
"Yeeaaaahhh, that's good huh, getting your biceps nicely coated with your pit stink. You see, I am really doing you a favor, because we have now got to put your arms down. That closes off access to your pit aroma, and I am sure you would hate that. So you see, now you will be able to smell it seeping through your uniform shirt, and on your arms right next to you."
"Awwwwwwwww fuck guys..."
"Okay, hold still," Rick said. He removed his hands from Tony's body for a moment and started shuffling through the cardboard box on the table behind the chair. He put several pieces of soft dirty-white cotton rope on the table. He picked up one length and approached Tony's right bicep. Slowly, very slowly, he wrapped the rope around the arm, just at the top of the bicep, where the muscle met the tight shirtsleeve. He did this a few times, tying a couple of knots.
"Oooooooo, doesn't that feel good, Tony? That's nice soft rope getting tightly fastened around your upper arm. Yeah, feel it caress the skin, and then, yeeaaahh, nice and tight around the arm, squeezing the muscle. There we go. Over to the left arm now... yeah, enjoy it dude. With each passing minute, your big arms are getting nicely, beautifully bound... Ahhh, there we are. Now to take the ends of the ropes and loop them through these convenient (heh heh), steel eyeholes at the back of the chair. That's it. Not too tightly though, just enough to exert some backward pull on those arms."
Tom was standing, pointing the gun, with his mouth open and his dick rock hard. "Fuck, Rick, you are making me horny as hell, the way you are tying the dude up." Tony just watched, entranced by Rick's words and the sight and feel of the ropes slowly restricting his arms. He couldn't help it. He didn't know why, but he was savoring the feeling. His big manly biceps being tethered while he sat idly in a chair; his power and ability to alter the situation disappearing in exquisitely erotic slowness. Rick was showing himself to be a master at taming this bull. "Okay, stud," Rick said. "Let's take a couple more lengths of rope, yes these ought to do, and we'll start securing those wrists of yours." He walked over to the right side of the chair and gently pushed Tony's wrist onto the padded steel armrest. Tony gulped. He felt the rope being laid over the top of his wrist, then pulled under the arm wrest, the two ends looped through something, then knotted, then brought back up, tied, slowly pulled tight, then brought back under the armrest, tied again and brought back up. The procedure was repeated a few times.
"Yeah, you like that Tony? I can see you do. You are flexing your muscular forearm. Testing the bonds. I like the way you make a fist, then stretch out your fingers, trying to force a little leverage around your wrist. And what a big strong wrist it is! Lots of nice black hair spreading down onto your hand."
Tony was mesmerized. He stared open-mouthed while Rick roped him up good.
"One more knot underneath, then wrrraaapppiiinnng the ends around again, good and tight. Just think, Tony, with every second, your big arm is more and more secured. Are you feeling it yet? More and more helpless? Because that's what you are stud. A musclebound cop being bound to an old barber's chair."
"Awwwwwwwwwwwww, shiiiit.... ungh," Tony mumbled, testing the ropes. He now understood the method Rick was using. The ropes around his biceps exerted a backwards tension on his arms; the rope around his wrist, at the point where the armrest met a vertical support rising up from beside the seat, exerted a forward tension. The combined effect was total immobility!
Rick was just finishing up with the left wrist, now. "Okay Tony, try to move your arms."
Tony gently twisted, pushed, pulled, nothing worked. "I... I can't... move them, uuunghhh!"
"I betcha can't dude. Your muscular arms are firmly secured. You are now going nowhere until we decide to let you."
"Uuuunnnghh, ummmph," Tony kept trying.
"I'd tell you to keep struggling, but I know I don't need to. You're gonna keep flexing those muscles 'till you run out of energy, aren't you? Yeah, I'd bet on that because I think you like it. You look good bound like that. This is how you should be kept Tony. It suits you. How'd you like that as your new life. Officer Martino during the day, followed by a hot sweaty workout at the gym, then home, which for you might be here in this basement, nicely tied up, writhing in this chair or on a bed, or hanging from the ceiling. You'll save a lot of money that way, boy. No expensive nights out. You won't even need new clothes. We'll keep you in your police uniform sometimes and at others, just an old tight white t-shirt and tight gym shorts. Maybe your smelly gym sneakers. Yeah, all that sweating your feet will be doing, ought to keep those dogs nice and sensitive. How 'bout that, huh? That's it. You are a guy who needs a uniform, and we will have two for you: macho cop and gym stud. You won't need anything else since you won't be going out. It's not like you are going to be dating or anything. You'll be far too busy working for us, but we'll talk about that later. Just relax now. Enjoy the feeling of your old life as the local pussy-hunting young muscle-cop stud slipping away... it's all going bye bye. A whole new adventure awaits you." "Whaaaat... the...fuck... uuummmph. Let me go!"
"Unh, unh. Anyway, you can't fool me Tony. This is making your hard. Yeah, look down at your crotch, dude. Yes, that's it. Your boner is coming along nicely. We will have you good and stiff in no time, pal. Yeah, you're feeling horny aren't you? Soooo hooorrnnny and hot. A little itchy, maybe." Rick leaned in and scratched his index finger across the top of Tony's fat dick head. "Tsssss, uuungh," Tony writhed. "Ha ha ha, nice man. You are getting good and hard, sooo hard, yeah stiff, man. Say it... come on...sssstttiiiiffffff... ssstttiiiffff... ssstiiiffff..."
"Sssstttttiiiiffffffffffff... ooooohhhhh... hhaaaarrrdddd... ohhh god, you are making me so hhaaarrrdd. Sttoppp... uuunnnggghhh... Shiittt, what the fuck is goin' on... damnit... Hey, hey! What are you doing? Take your hands off my arms, now! Hey, did you hear meeeeeeee... ooohhhh."
Rick had stepped back behind the chair. He put his hands on Tony's hands, then started trailing his fingers back, lightly brushing the hairy arms, stopping here and there to tickle; building up an erotic sensation as he slowly made his way to Tony's upper arms, where the tied-up stud's biceps were beginning to tingle in anticipation. "Uuunnnnhhh..." Tony whimpered again.
Tom too went back behind the chair. He opened the revolver and took out the bullets. "No more need for those," he mused. "This is going even better than I thought it would, heh heh heh." He put the gun in his backpack. He'd eventually have to return it to Tony, but not until the cop was fully locked-in to an inescapable trap. Tom walked over to Tony's left side. Tony looked at him plaintively, his eyes a bit glazed over from Rick's ministrations on his arms and his super hard dick in his pants.
"This is sweeeeet man," Tom said. "Now that the first stages of roping are completed, we don't need that gun to keep you in line." Tom looked down at Tony's left arm. "Keep squirming big guy, it will help build up the tension in your cock, ha ha!" Tom's eyes fastened onto Tony's big shiny metal watch. "Nice watch. Mine is kind of falling apart. It's a cheap piece of shit. Not so good as yours. Humm, you know what? Maybe it's time for me to junk this old thing and replace it with a new one. Hey, what about yours? Yeah, that would do nicely, don'tcha think?" Tom reached down and ran his finger across Tony's watch. He then used his other hand to wriggle a finger between the wrist and the armrest.
"NOOOO! Not my watch! That cost a lot of money. It's mine. Get your hands off it! Nooooo!"
Click. Tom unfastened the watch. "I think you mean, it was yours. It's mine now sucker." He slowly pulled the watch from around Tony's wrist while Tony looked on in horror and humiliation. Shit, his own watch was being taken from him. "Don't worry, I believe in recycling, so I am gonna give you my old one. He leaned down and began to fasten the grimy leather strap of his crappy watch to Tony's wrist. "Ha! That's more like it. A cheap piece of shit that isn't going to impress anybody. That is all the watch you are getting. And you won't be buying a new one either. I'll see to that."
"FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK," Tony yelled! "You can't do this to me. Come'on, that's degrading. Your shit watch just makes me look cheap and cheesy."
"That's the idea, dumbshit," Tom retorted as he bent down by the side of the chair. Next thing Tony saw was a long piece of rope thrown across his lap. "Hey Rick," Tom said, "Take your hands off him for a sec and grab that end of the rope over there.... Great. Now, let's pull it up right underneath his pecs.... Yeah, that's it." The two guys stepped behind the chair. Tom handed Rick his end of the rope and then stepped around in front of the chair. He lifted the slightly slack rope a bit, adjusting it to lay right under Tony's pecs. "Okay, Rick, pull it tight. There we go. Now hang on a minute, let me just slide the front up a bit. Perfect. Now, tie the strands together tight and pass the ends back to me. Great." Tom, in turn, crossed the two strands and wrapped them back around to Rick. He fiddled with the strands of rope up front, pushing Tony's pecs up a bit.
"Hey, what are ya doin'," Tony asked.
"Well Tony, we are now tying your chest down to the chair. But I want these nice soft ropes to rest right under your big pecs, pushing them up and out. There. See how that works? Bet that uniform shirt feels even tighter now, don't it?"
"Uh, yeah...," Tony responded, looking down at his chest and watching Tom go about his rope work.
"See, this way," Tom said, "those big juicy nipples of yours really thrust against the confines of the cotton shirt. Can ya see 'em?"
"Damn, they're really pokin' out," said Tony!
"That is how they should be stud. On display and nicely accessible. See?" Tom scratched his index fingers over both nubs.
"Whoa! Stop that," Tony said.
"What? Are they sensitive?"
'Shit, man. Yes!"
"Gooood. Real nice. Thanks for letting me know. I figured they might be. Bet they connect right up with your big plump cock, don't they."
"Oh shit," Tony whispered.
"Yeah, we are gonna have lots of fun with these pups. Keep you good and focused on them. We are gonna train you to stay focused on your tits and cock at all times. Your juicy man-tits, fat cock, and buff muscles are gonna be all you think about when we are through." Tom chuckled. "You are really gonna have to concentrate at work to avoid screwing up. I'm sure you will manage, but don't worry, moments of actual thinking about your job won't occupy too much of your time. I'd say that was already the case, huh genius. Naw, in your tight uniform, your muscles, cock and tits are gonna make themselves known all day long, especially since you will most likely be hard too."
"Unnngghh."
"There you go; see your dick is already twitching."
Tony couldn't deny it. His dick felt harder than ever and his big hairy balls seemed to be churning up the biggest batch of stud sauce he could imagine.
"Yeah, Tony. Muscles, cock and tits... muscles, cock, and tits... muscles, cock, and tits. Yeah all those big hairy muscles, that hard sticky cock, and those plump itchy tits, that what you are boy. That's is what you think about all the time. It is certainly what you are going to think about, especially once we get down to playing with you. Muscles, cock, and tits... muscles, cock and tits..."
"Awwwwwwww shiiiiiittt.... my muscles..... ohhhh so big and firm, so nicely coated in soft thick black masculine hair... ohhh yeahhh...... yeeeaahhh.... ooooooohhhhh....... my rod... so fuckin' ssstttiiiffff.... ooooohhh yeah, fuckin' hard cock.... shit........ mannnnnnn, aaaaawwwwwww my fuckin' sexy man tits, yeah, so big and sensitive... shit, shit, shit.... oooohhhh damn yeah, so plump, capping my big hairy pecs soooo niiiiicccely, yeah.... ooohhh fuck....... muscles, cock, tits... muscles, cock, tits....."
Tony couldn't help himself. His ego, his fascination with his own body, his hard, hard, hard dick, and Tom gently scratching his tits, all conspired to weaken him in the face of the power of Tom's suggestion. Tony sat there mewling, gently squirming, and thinking hard about his hairy muscles, his hard cock, and his itchy tits.
Rick and Tom finished wrapping the rope around Tony's chest, securing it with complex knots through steel eyehooks at the back of the chair. The trapping of muscle-cop Tony had advanced another step.
Tom stood up. He looked at Tony and said, "Okay, big boy, I've got to take off for a bit. I'll be back in about an hour." With that, he reached down and started unbuckling Tony's gun belt. He slid it from around his waist, pulled out the radio and checked to see that it was turned off, then put the belt in the cardboard box. "While I am gone, Rick is gonna continue getting you nicely roped up. You be a good boy, ya big pussy, and don't give him any trouble. Tony just whimpered.
"Rick," Tom said, "I should be able to get home and get what we need in an hour or so. I know you will have fun tying up his legs. Go crazy. See what makes him most secure and most vulnerable at the same time." As Tom said this, Rick was already at Tony's ankles with several coils of more soft rope. He had lifted Tony's left trouser leg and currently had both hands running up and down the stud's muscular hairy calf. "Oh yeah, nice calves dude, firm and hairy, just the way I like 'em. Were gonna have lots of fun teasing these while I secure your legs over the next hour." Tony just stared in helpless surrender. Tom laughed hard and loud. "Go to it my man. See ya in a while."
The last thing Tom heard as he went out the door was Tony letting out a gentle sigh, saying "Ohhhhh, noooooo... ooohhh that tickles, ooohhh you got my fuckin' hairy musclebound calves in your hands....... ooohhh nooooooo... (gulp.)"