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Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 9 By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com) Copyright 2005
Part 9: All in a Day's Work
"Very funny - hardy har har. It's tea dammit. I could'a burned myself," Tony insisted as some of the other guys on the force poked fun at the dark wet spot on the front of his trousers.
Tony headed straight to the men's restroom, ducked into a stall and tried to wipe up the mess with toilet paper. "Geeez... these big nuts of mine sure produce a big ole load of man cream. Damn, it's gonna feel real funky down there all fuckin' day," he muttered to himself.
The hot air from the electric hand dryer on the wall successfully dried the large spot on the trousers although not without leaving a bit of a stain. However, the heat had the unintended side effect of making Tony's package rather warm and steamy. He thought he could feel his balls filling up again.
"Man I'm a stud... already brewin' up another batch. Wheew, that aroma... yeah, that's kind'a nice. Heh heh, anyone comes near me, they're gonna know I'm a man ready for action."
Tony admired himself in the mirror. He balled his hands into fists in front of his chest and flexed the muscles in his thick hairy arms, liking the way the short sleeves of his uniform shirt wrapped tightly around the top of his biceps.
"Man, I gotta stop. I'm turnin' myself on," he chuckled as he felt his cock start to firm up a bit.
Captain Burt Clemens entered the restroom. "Officer Martino," he greeted the surprised young cop.
"Captain," Tony nodded as he headed to the door, his face slightly flushed.
Tony walked briskly over to his desk, checked his messages, and rifled though the various files and pieces of paper lying about. Several of the guys in the communal office space were chatting about their weekend, some grumbling about having been on duty. Officers Rodriguez and Porter were relating somewhat exaggerated tales of their sexual conquests on Saturday.
"Like a cat in heat, guys. That sweet little thing was insatiable. Man did I make her purr though!" Rodriguez went on. The "sweet little thing" probably would have told the story differently. Rodriguez had a lot of energy, but at 22 he was no master of technique. Still, he was a super guy, practically a kid, and everyone in the office knew he did pretty well when out on the town.
Porter shouted over in Tony's direction: "Hey Martino, d'you get up to anything this weekend. You had Friday off didn't ya?"
"Uh, yeah," Tony responded. "I was, uh, I was down at Mills Tavern on Friday night. Spent the rest of the weekend doin' shit around the house. You know, yard work, a little light construction. Still fixin' the place up."
"Mills Tavern ya say?" asked Officer Jefferson. "How come I didn't see ya? I was there half the night Martino."
"I uh, I wasn't there for long. Just met up with an old high school buddy for a quick beer... was home for dinner," Tony replied somewhat flustered.
"You and that house of yours," said Porter, "sure keeps you tied up in your spare time."
"Good and tight," Tony responded a little too quickly, relieved at deflecting attention away from the fib of being at Mills Tavern on Friday.
"Huh?" Porter responded.
"Hey Martino, what've you done with that damn steel manacle of a watch you wear," Jefferson asked.
Tony frowned. "Dammit," he thought to himself. "I don't know. It's somewhere in the house," he replied.
"Damn, that's a fine piece of metal. I wanna get myself one like that. How much d'you pay for it?"
"Wantin' ain't gettin' Jefferson. That watch is a heavy piece of equipment. You gotta have the muscle to hold it up," Tony retorted as he flexed his left arm, gave Jefferson a wink and headed over to the roster on the wall to check his patrol assignment for the day. The other guys broke into laughter. The gym obsessed Jefferson just grunted and rolled his eyes.
Tony was assigned morning patrol with Jason O'Riley. Officer O'Riley had joined the force at the same time as Tony. They were the same age and there was a bit of competition between the two, more so on O'Riley's side. Sure Martino had the normal competitive impulses now and then, but heck, he knew he was the hottest muscle-stud at the station. He was so cocksure it never occurred to him to compare himself to anyone else in the office. That is not to say, however, that he hadn't noticed O'Riley. He had. O'Riley had been a high school quarterback. He might have been about half an inch shorter than Tony's 6 feet, but he was in the same weight range and just as toned. With his light brown, almost caramel-colored curly hair, kept neatly trimmed, his sparkling green eyes, and his broad dimpled smile, set atop a firm, muscle-packed body, Jason O'Riley could sexually slay a woman just by looking at her. In fact, O'Riley was long-accustomed to thinking of himself as the reigning cock in the farmyard and it somewhat chaffed at him that Martino seemed to assume that position so unquestionably.
O'Riley walked up behind Martino. "Looks like we're on together this morning," he said.
"Yeah," Tony replied, "I'm driving. Get your gear and meet me at car 18."
Morning patrol was a pretty quiet affair. Not much activity as the two cops rolled through the shady residential streets. Car 18's air-conditioning system was on the fritz. The two officers had the front windows rolled down, but the humid warmth of summer had both guys feeling a little sweaty and sticky.
Tony pulled up to the entrance of a small diner. Jason went inside to get two coffees to-go. As he came back out, Tony got a look at his partner. Jason's uniform seemed to fit as snugly as his own and damn if he didn't have a nice pair of arms with firm rounded muscles and a set of biceps and triceps that looked like they'd near exploded out of his short-sleeved shirt.
Toy unconsciously licked his lips. "Good arms," he muttered to himself. "Nice manly coating of hair on'em too. Damn, he looks as hairy as me. Bet he's got a nice neatly-trimmed carpet spreading across those pecs 'a his."
The car door opened. Jason passed the coffee over and got inside. After strapping himself into the seatbelt, he looked over to Tony who seemed to be staring. Tony snapped out of it and handed back Jason's cup of coffee.
"Thanks for holding that," said Jason as he turned his head forward and sipped the warm brew. Tony set his own coffee down in the plastic cup holder, turned on the ignition and pulled out into the traffic.
Jason's mind was turning over. He was regularly the object of brief stares like that - usually from women, but every once in a while from another guy. He liked it. As far as he was concerned it was his natural due as the perfect specimen of handsome masculinity he knew himself to be. For some reason though, when it was coming from another guy it always made his stud sap rise a bit and that pissed him off. He cast a furtive glance over at Tony and wondered. Was it just his imagination or did the Italian muscle-cop's package look a little full?
"Let me know if ya want me to drive, Tony. Wouldn't want ya to spill coffee on yourself."
Tony's leg accidentally kicked down hard on the accelerator hurling the car forward in a jerking thrust before the startled cop just as quickly eased up on the pedal.
"Whoa!" Jason shouted. "Didn't mean to trigger that!"
"Yeah yeah, clam down. Lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place pal," quipped Tony. "You be careful yourself. I wouldn't want you to have any uh, accidents, just because you're sittin' next to me."
Jason smirked. Maybe this Italian "stallion" was a bit more skittish than he initially appeared. For the first time it seemed possible to Jason that maybe stud-boy behind the wheel could be harnessed and stabled. "Maybe what this bull needs is to be branded and locked into a pen," Jason mused to himself. "If I can do that, the farmyard is mine." Jason had his mind on an upcoming promotion that he knew Tony was after as well. Tony's easy sociability and macho posturing always seemed to win the day, but Jason knew it was a close call. He knew the other guys on the force liked him, maybe more than they actually "liked" Tony, who could be, on occasion, a bit overbearing and obnoxious. Jason wanted that promotion. Even more perhaps, he didn't want Tony to get it. In fact, what he really wanted was to box Tony into his current position with minimal chance of promotion, ever.
"I've gotta be smarter than Tony," Jason thought to himself. "He's all muscle and no brains. He's the fuckin' sexiest muscle-hunk I've ever seen, I'll give him that, but he needs to be kept in his place... managed... under my supervision. Yeah, that'd drive him nuts. Damn this heat sure is making my dick itch."
It was too quiet in the car. Tony was getting bored. "So, uh, where do you workout, Jason?"
"Huh, oh, I use Gold's Gym. They've got a big branch near me over in the Elm View neighborhood. You know, took over that old sausage plant, the one just off Windy Creek Road."
"Oh yeah, 'Tasty Franks'!" Tony replied. "They've been gone for a while now. Man, I used to love chowin' down on their hot dogs. They had the concession at the ballpark. Remember that? All slathered with mustard and relish. Damn I loved gettin' my mouth around one of those pungent things... What are the fees like?"
"Fees?" Jason asked.
"Yeah, the membership fees... at Gold's?"
"Not bad, 'pends on what you want. Where do you go?"
"I go to 'Pump', down on 4th Street."
"'Pump'," Jason thought a minute.
"Not quite as fancy as where you go," Tony said. "I've gotta watch my expenses, what with the new house an' all. The equipment's pretty good though. Got everything I need."
Jason gradually remembered the place. He'd checked it out when he started at the station since it was nearby. It was a bit seedy and smelled like a sweaty old jockstrap. The equipment seemed a bit grimy, like nothing got cleaned too often. Jason wasn't too sure about the clientele either. Thought he was getting funny looks and there wasn't a woman in sight. He asked Tony about his routine and complimented him on the results.
"Thanks man," Tony said. "Keeps this stud-puppy in shape. You're not doing too badly yourself. Nice work on the chest. How are your abs?"
"Good-n-tight," Jason replied. "Got a nicely defined six-pack, though not over defined, if ya know what I mean. Just enough to keep the fat off and show the muscles a bit. Gotta keep everything in proportion."
"I hear ya, Jason. You're definitely keepin' those pecs nice and pumped. Two nice rounded domes you got pushin' out the front'a your shirt."
"Thanks Tony. It's all about proportion. Got to have something up front to balance out my firm bubble butt in back."
"Ha! To judge by your arms, I'd say you got some hair on those babies," Tony said.
"On my butt cheeks, oh yeah. Climbs right up these thick legs of mine Tony and fans out across those two rounded glutes. Kind of a dense peach fuzz, real nice and soft."
"Whoa! Okay you hairy-assed stud, I was actually talkin' about your chest," Tony grinned.
"My chest? Hell yes. I'm all man there dude. The dense coating starts at my armpits and spreads right across my pecs, rolling right up over my clavicle."
Jason started slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"From my pecs it tapers into a thick trunk running right down across my abs. Here, take a look."
Tony glanced over quickly. "Sorry dude, I gotta keep my eyes on the road."
Jason thought to himself: "Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easy, buddy. I've got a nice bull pen waiting for you, and you're coming in."
"Hey, pull in there," Jason directed.
"What, that alley? Did you see somethin'?" asked Tony.
"Shit no. I'm just sitting here with my shirt open and I don't want passers-by thinking something funny is going on."
"Oh, right, sorry about that," said Tony as he pulled into the alley and stopped the car.
Jason pulled the sides of his shirt apart a bit further and looked down at his chest.
"There, now you can see. Nice huh?"
Tony looked over. "Damn that's a fine hairy chest you got. Looks like you keep it lightly trimmed around the edges. I do the same. Gives it a nice neat look."
"Oh yeah, let's see," said Jason.
Tony unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open.
"Heck yeah, Tony. All that soft black hair on that big tanned chest. Man, that is perfection. Those are some nice pec mounds you got. Good-sized nipples too. All that hair around them kind'a makes them look like two hot juicy targets. Bet the babes just go wild over those, man."
"You know it Jason. The girls get a look at these and they are like putty in my fingers."
Jason leaned over and patted Tony's chest with his right hand. A couple of quick soft slaps and then he let his hand linger a bit, slowly, gently brushing the hair and petting the muscles.
"Yeah, real nice Tony. Thanks for noticing my arms, dude. I work'em hard. Gotta keep'em in proportion though. I work the forearm muscles as much as those in the upper arms."
"Know what'ya mean, Jason. Know what'ya mean. I do the same."
'I can see that Tony. Those arms of yours are perfect. Tan and hairy, just like your chest. Yeah, lots of good hairy muscle, stud. Just like me."
Tony was staring at Jason's muscular hairy arm and his big hand as it traveled across his chest. Jason had his eyes fixed on Tony's, watching for every little sign of surrender. His fingers moved to Tony's left man tit and alternated gentle rubbing with soft scratching."
"Hey Tony, does that do the same thing for you that it does for me. Man, I get some gal playing my tits and I'm helpless. How 'bout you dude? Does that feel good? You starting to feel kind'a helpless."
Tony exhaled slowly. "Jason... we gotta workout together, man. I think we really understand and appreciate what each other is tryin' to achieve."
The warm air had Tony feeling very relaxed.
"Good idea," Jason said. "I've got a few more months to go on my current membership, but you're right Tony. A couple of handsome bulls like us, real guys who understand what being a man is all about... we definitely gotta help each other out."
While Jason kept up his cunning ministrations to Tony's chest, he was actually thinking that not in a million years was he going to join Tony's stinking gym. "By the time that comes up again," he thought, "you Tony-boy will have lost the promotion. No need for you to worry though, I'll see to it you get just the assignment you need. You're gonna be the station dick-licker. Maybe if you're lucky the guys will coat their 'tasty franks' with lots of mustard and relish for your tongue-lapping pleasure."
With his left hand, Jason unlatched Tony's seatbelt. He started asking Tony how much he was lifting and which machines exactly he tended to use and why. He kept prompting Tony to describe the effect of each part of his regimen on his buff body, keeping the dark-haired stud ever more erotically focused on his muscles.
"Hey, let's try something here," Jason said as he gripped Tony's right tit in his left hand and used his right hand to reach across Tony's lap and push the battery-powered seat recliner.
"Jason, what are ya doin', dude,' Tony asked.
"Hang on a minute, I just wanna try something out."
Jason couldn't help but smile as he watched the macho Italian cop slowly recline backwards. "What a dumbshit," he thought. When the seat was all the way down, Jason climbed into the back seat and wedged himself just behind Tony's head. When he leaned over slightly, Tony's line of vision was completely filled by Jason's torso.
"Okay dude. Here's what we're gonna do. I want you to lift your arms up. Bring'em all the way back over your head. That's it. What's the view like down there? Why don't you just stay focused on my big chest. Yeah, all that tantalizing hairy muscle... just like yours," Jason cooed as he pet Tony's pecs. "Good boy." Tony didn't know why, but when he heard Jason say that he whimpered and spread his thighs. Jason used all his strength to suppress a laugh. He placed his hands on Tony's wrists and very slowly started tracing his fingers up the length of Tony's muscle-bound arms, paying special attention to the tops and undersides of the mind-fucked cop's biceps.
"Dude," Jason whispered, "look at all that pit hair snaking out from under your sleeves. Have you got hairy pits man?"
"Oh fuck yeah, Jason. Real hairy and uh... aromatic. Bet yours are the... (gulp)... same," replied Tony.
"You know it, man. Ripe fuckers too."
Tony grunted as Jason's fingers slithered their way under his shirtsleeves and into his vulnerable hairy pits. He wondered why he was letting Jason do this to him, but his dick was getting so turned on that he couldn't really think straight.
As Jason tickled and stroked, he kept talking to Tony, telling him how good his pits must be feeling. "Man, that's hot isn't it, having your manly pits worked. Bet it feels real nice, doesn't it? Doesn't it Tony?"
"Ye...yeah," was all the sexy cop could utter as his partner eased him into sweaty sticky horny helplessness.
"You just stay focused on my chest Tony. Sooooo sexy... just like yours. That's it."
Jason looked down Tony's body and sure enough his hunch was proving correct. This dim-witted muscle-cop could be controlled by a man who knew what he was doing.
"Bet you feel good getting your pits worked over. Makes your balls tingle doesn't it. Bet your big nuts are really brewing up a batch of man juice, huh!"
"Oh man," Tony replied, "they are frothing up a fuckin' protein shake. This is gettin' my dick all hard."
"Good Tony, real good. Feel that connection. When I work your pits, I want you to brew a big batch of stud sauce. We'll get it so it's nice and natural. Eventually, it'll happen automatically. You'll be nicely conditioned without any say in the matter. That's the way it should be. I work your pits and those bull balls of yours get full to bursting with cum."
"Holy milk factory, Jason."
"Ha! Good one Tony. That's the spirit. Studs like us, we've got to keep constant production. You know, now that I think of it, why don't we make things easier. When we get back to the station I'll put in a request to be your regular partner. Who's your regular now?"
"Uh, Porter."
"Great. He won't mind. Shit, we are the two hottest studs in the station, they've got to keep us paired. Just makes sense. Man, that'd be awesome Tony! This town won't know what to do with us paired up."
"I don't know Jason. I've always patrolled with Porter. Ohhhh yeah, oh yeah, work my pits man." Tony looked from side to side watching Jason's big hands turn him into an armpit slut. "Fuck Jason you got my balls churnin'. Gimme a break. You keep this up and I'm liable to spray a load in my pants. It's... unnnngghhh... taken me all morning to get the first load dry."
"Come'on Tony, partner with me. Porter won't mind. Come'on, it would be so cool. We'd be the fuckin' stud squad. Imagine the police get called to the scene of a crime. The squad car arrives, the doors open and we get out. Shit, criminals would be lining up just for the privilege of being arrested by the hottest guys in town. Women would be writing letters to the Commissioner insisting we be better paid, just for looking so damn good."
"Ha! Alright, alright already... partner," Tony laughed.
"Ace man. We're a team... a couple of hairy-chested muscle-cops. Hey, wait a minute. What were you saying about 'all morning to get the first load dry'... you dog! That wasn't tea!" Jason laughed.
"Shit!" said Tony.
Jason reached down with his left hand to rub Tony's aching crotch bulge. He massaged the balls a bit through the trousers, giving them a few slaps that caused Tony to nearly lose control of his juice. Tony raised his head to look down at what Jason was doing to him.
"Hey, cut that out. I nearly lost it there."
Jason ran his finger and thumb back and forth along the sides of Tony's trouser-trapped cock, scratching at the plum-sized cockhead a bit - just enough to get the pre-jizz flowing in Tony's briefs.
"Tssssss... oh man, what are ya doin' to me?"
"Just helping those big balls of yours get to where they need to be, nice and full... soooooo fulll... and getting that rod of yours good and hard. Yeah, you're ready to blast aren't you partner? Well, we can't have that. If you shoot your load while another guy's working your pits, well Tony that'd be kind'a queer. You're not spewing your cream when I'm along. No way partner. If you expect me to ride with you and, fuck, workout with you, then you gotta learn some control. Don't you worry though. Here's how we're going to play it. When you are with me, I'm gonna get your balls full and your cock hard, real hard, and you are gonna stay that way. No relief for you. I'll make sure of it. We're gonna keep your attention where it belongs, boner boy."
"Now just a dawgone second here O'Riley."
"Hey your secret from this morning is safe with me," Jason said as he gave Tony a little slap on the cheek. "Now get your seat up and let's get going."
Jason climbed back up front and buttoned up his shirt. Tony raised his seat and did the same. He wasn't sure what just happened, but damn he needed to drop a load.
Jason grinned with satisfaction. The bull was in the pen. The job now was to close the gate, lock it good and secure, and throw away the key.
After an uneventful patrol, Officers Martino and O'Riley picked up a couple sandwiches and headed back to the station. Following lunch Tony headed out the door for his usual afternoon beat downtown. The mid-day sun had him sweating like a pig. Strong smells wafted up from his pits. When he put his right foot up on a fire hydrant to re-tie his shoelace, the starchy scent of cum and ball sweat drifted up from his crotch. Tony's nostrils flared and his dick pulsed. "Sheeesh, that's a strong odor. Wonder if the chicks'll pick up the trail. That's gotta be a real nice aphrodisiac, heh heh." Tony put his foot down and stood at the busy street corner, his hands resting on his hips. There didn't seem to be any immediate takers. He smiled at some well-dressed 30-something women. They returned the smile and went about their business. A few young women, about college age Tony guessed, strolled past him without any notice. "What's that about? I'm only 2 or 3 years older then them!" he wondered. "Damn stuck-up college chicks," Tony muttered as he eyed a young blond in low-rise jeans and stiletto heels coming out of a trendy boutique.
Tony walked on a bit, the tightness of his uniform in the summer heat showing every drop of sweat and making him feel horny and sensitive all over. He looked at himself in the windows of parked cars. He put his right fist into his left hand and flexed the muscles in his arms. "Ohhh, you stud, you muscle-cop stud," he muttered to his reflection. "Oh no!," he whispered as he noticed the rapidly growing tent in his pants. He put his hand down there to cover up, but that only made it worse. His cock pulsed. "Geeze my hairy balls are so fuckin' full. Ah Jason, damn you, you muscled hunk. You got me all charged up." Tony stood, arms to his side, not sure what to do as his dick leaked a bit of sap into his underpants.
"Hey there, Martino!"
Tony looked back over his shoulder. It was Sandy, that cute little buxom waitress from Schmidt's steakhouse, a restaurant popular with the guys from the station.
"Uh, Sandy. Hey," Tony said as he tried to pull his thoughts together.
"Where you been hidin'? Haven't seen you at Schmidt's in a while," Sandy asked.
Tony shrugged his shoulders trying to play it cool. "You know, here and there. Busy with the house a lot."
"The house? Uh huuuuunnnh... ," Sandy said as she noticed the bulge in Tony's pants. "Sure, the house... you rake, ha ha!" Sandy teased. "Lookie here." She held up her left hand, showing off a little diamond on her third finger. "I'm engaged... Eddie Marksman. Know him? Real Estate. You know, that housing development out on the bluff. That's him. He's the broker."
"Oh yeah. Uh, congratulations," Tony said, a little caught off guard. "No matter," he thought. "She may be gettin' married, but clearly she ain't forgotten me. Marksman must'a snagged her with his money. No way he could show Sandy a better time in the sack than me."
"I'll be at Schmidt's for another month, but if I don't see ya Martino, good luck with the house... and, uh... work on getting a shower installed - ha hah!" Sandy laughed as she waved her hand back and forth in front of her nose. "See ya around Martino."
"Yeah - ha ha."
Tony frowned as Sandy walked away. "Stuck-up bitch. Just 'cause she's gettin' married to some guy in 'real estate'. You can't fool me. You still want it. I smell like a man, baby."
Tony spent the rest of the afternoon continuing his usual foot patrol of the area. He was in a somewhat sour mood, wondering what the heck was up with the women in this city. He could be a model, he thought. Why weren't the chicks lining up to get their hands on him. (Tony was a little deluded. He was not the type that modeling agencies and fashion designers favored at the moment. Had he any idea, though, he would have ruled the roost as a model for Tom of Finland.)
By 5:00 o'clock, Tony had had enough. He'd helped a few elderly people crossing streets, he's ordered a few suspiciously loitering teens out of a shop, and he'd sent a street hustler packing (at least for the afternoon.) His day was done. He returned to the station, looked at a few reports lying on his desk, which he'd have to take care of tomorrow morning, and that was that.
O'Riley walked over to his desk. "Hey Martino, here's the formal request for us partnering. Clemens gave the 'ok' so it just needs your signature."
Tony looked at the piece of paper. He looked up at O'Riley standing on the other side of his desk. Jason had both hands balled into fists, held just in front of his abs. He was slowly opening and closing them, clenching the muscles in his forearms and flexing his biceps. He flashed his knockout smile at Tony.
"Uh, yeah... here ya go," Tony said as he signed. "I'm off to the gym."
"Working off some steam, huh? I hear you Martino. See you tomorrow morning."
Tony grabbed his gym bag and headed out the door.
'Pump' was exactly as Jason remembered it. Tony liked the place, though. If he'd been asked, he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was that he liked about the place, but something about it just appealed to his sense of manliness.
As Tony walked through the doors he breathed in. A smile crossed his face. He headed to the lockerroom to change out of his uniform. The routine felt good. He was looking forward to hitting the weights. Tony decided he would do some sit-ups, a few chin-ups on the bar, and a spin on the treadmill first.
"Fuckin' dumb-ass chicks in this town. What, are they blind? Sheesh!" he thought to himself as he stripped down.
Tony opened his gym bag and fished around for his jockstrap. "Where the fuck did Rick put it? And what's thi...?" Tony pulled out a sealed zip-lock bag. His jockstrap was inside. "What the...?" He opened the clear plastic bag and pulled his strap out. There was a 'Post-It' note: "Just the way you like it," signed by Tom. The musky pouch was moist and sodden with Tony's cum from the blast he had fired off for the webcam audience yesterday.
"Dammit," Tony grumbled as he sniffed the jockstrap.
He removed his briefs and pulled the strap up his legs, whimpering a bit as he stuffed his full balls and stiffening dick into the sticky confines. He slipped on the faded navy blue gym shorts. They barely reached the top of his big hairy thighs and hugged his bubble-butt so tightly that Tony thought the seams were going to give way. "Oh well, at least no chance of my nuts slipping out the leg-holes," he thought. Tony put on the dirty white athletic socks and reached into the gym bag for his trainers. They were in another plastic bag. "Huh?" He took the beat-up old shoes out, slipped his feet in and laced them up. No sooner had he done that then the bottom of his socks felt wet. "What the fuck?" Tony said out loud. He went to toss the zip-lock bag into his locker when he noticed there was a 'Post-It' inside this one too. He pulled it out and read: "Tom and I each shot a load in your sneaks. Have fun!" Signed by Rick.
"Awwwww fuck," Tony sighed. He wiggled his toes in the now squishy cotton socks. His hands gripped the edge of the bench on which he was sitting, clenching the muscles in his forearms as he kept wriggling his feet in the snug cum-laden trainers. Tony could feel his nuts tingling. "Damn. My nads are cookin' up another batch 'a my man-milk." He traced his fingers over his bloated balls in their restrictive cotton confinement and chuckled. "I'm such a stud. Bet there ain't many guys with the kind'a healthy production levels I got. Geeeeze I need some relief. Humph! Bet Jason thinks I ain't got the control to hold off until tomorrow. I'll show him."
Tony pulled a gray tee-shirt out of the gym bag and closed the locker door. He tugged the grimy tee over his head and thought he wasn't going to be able to lower his arms the short sleeves were so tight. "What's this, Tom's tee from high school or somethin'?" The bottom of the tee-shirt only came down to about an inch above Tony's belly button. "Fuck. Well there'll be no mistaken' I got a set of rock-hard hairy abs," Tony mused as he headed out of the lockerroom.
Tony followed his usual routine, which involved some stretching and aerobic exercise before he moved on to the weights. He pumped out a set of reps on the chin-up bar, then dropped down to head over to some of the weight machines. He reflexively sniffed his pits as he strolled across the room. "Phew!" he laughed to himself.
Tony sat down at some of the Nautilus equipment to work his legs a bit. Thought he'd start there, then move on to his chest and finally his arms with the free weights. As he lay face down on the bench working his calf muscles, he looked at himself in the mirror straight ahead and smiled. The last guy using the bench wasn't wearing a shirt and hadn't bothered to wipe his sweat off. Tony had noticed, but decided he would just lay right down on top of it. "I ain't no pussy afraid of getttin' my chest coated with another dude's sweat. Heck, it's not like this tee-shirt is clean anyway," he thought. As he rolled the weights at his ankles up and down, his dick started to stiffen up. "Man, it's damp down there," he softly exhaled.
When he finished his set, Tony moved over to the next machine. This time he sat facing the rest of the room as he pumped his thighs. His eyes gazed around the gym as he checked out the other guys, looking at the progress they were making or just seeing what kind of shape they were in relative to himself. There was some variety in shapes and sizes, but most of the guys seemed to be in pretty good form. Tony recognized several of them as regulars and nodded hello as he flexed his thighs. He and Ted Connors had spotted for each other on a few occasions and had discussed each other's progress and regimen over a couple of beers afterwards. Ted was a good guy, he thought, all man. Tony felt that Ted really understood him and appreciated his body. "There's a guy who knows what bein' a man is all about," he mused. "Nice chest," Tony thought to himself. "Good firm pec ridge capped off by those jutting man-tits of his... unngghh," Tony grunted as he pushed his legs out nearing the end of his set. "He's put in some good work on his arms and shoulders... yeah, lots of power there. Those legs, though, damn he's got good proportion. Maybe almost as good as me. Gonna have to get that measuring tape out and compare. Yeah, we can strip down and measure each other all over. I'll do him and he can do me. Bet I've got him beat in the cock department though and there's gotta be no way he can match me in the balls, heh heh." Tony breathed in deeply, put his feet on the floor and looked down at his nuts. "Yeah, how you pups doin' down there... shit!" he said aloud. The moisture from his jock pouch had dampened the front of his shorts. "Aww who gives a shit. Heck, I'm sweatin' all over. Sheesh, I'm a ripe fucker, though."
Tony headed over to the bench press and lay down on his back after adjusting the weights. His mind continued to drift towards thoughts of Ted's kick-ass body. He lifted his head up and looked over at Ted working on his lats. Ted's thighs were splayed as he sat on the upright bench slowly pulling his arms forward and back. "He does have a pretty big package there. Bet his cock is pretty big. Looks like he's got a semi-hard-on. Damn, is that his knob?" Tony looked up at Ted's straining face. Ted nodded and smiled. Tony smiled back and lowered his head back down. "Wonder what that piece 'a meat looks like fully hard? We'll have to measure that too," he thought.
Tony wasn't the only one checking out the competition. While Tony had been doing pull-ups earlier, his muscular arms and handsome face had caught the attention of Pete Dubrowski. Pete was a little taller than Tony at 6'1" and a little heavier at 220 pounds of deliciously built muscle. He kept his thick wavy short brown hair parted on the side and neatly gelled. His square-jawed face exuded a serious masculinity accentuated by his thick moustache. Pete had only recently joined 'Pump', but he liked what he saw, especially Tony Martino, whom he correctly judged to be about 5 years younger than his 30 years.
As Tony had switched from one piece of equipment to another Pete had kept his eye on him. His curiosity was strongly piqued by Tony's gym clothes. They struck him as kind of odd for someone he presumed to be straight. Odd or not though, Pete liked how Tony was dressed and he liked how Tony smelled the couple of times he had brushed past him. "You're a raunchy S.O.B. aren't ya pal," Pete uttered under his breath. "Suits me just fine... real fine. I'll keep you in that cock-hardening little outfit of yours and serve you up enough raunch on a silver platter to ensure you remain my ass-licking muscle-boy cockslave for as long as I want ya - a good long while that'll be too."
Tony finished up his routine and sauntered off to the locker-room. Pete casually followed a few paces behind. While Tony was opening his locker he saw Pete come down the aisle. Pete nodded and opened up his own locker about 6 doors down. As soon as he had it opened, he turned to Tony, stuck out his right hand and introduced himself.
'Hey, I'm Pete."
"Tony," the young cop replied as he firmly gripped Pete's hand.
"I just recently joined. Seems like a good gym," said Pete.
"Yeah, I like it. It's got everything I need," said Tony.
"Looks like you workout quite a bit. You've got a great body. Nice muscles man," Pete continued.
"Thanks man. I'm in here regular. Gotta stay fit. Looks like you ain't doin' too badly yourself," Tony said, returning the compliment.
"Thanks Tony. I've been at it since I was a teenager. I'm real into sports n' shit, which helps, but basically, it seems to me that there ain't nothin' better than good firm muscle. Ya know what I mean?"
"Heck ya, dude." Tony smiled and did a double-biceps pose.
"Whoa, man. That's a hot lookin' set of arms you got. Good curvature, good proportions." Pete walked over and clapped his hands on Tony's biceps. His palms and fingers roamed across Tony's upper arms. "Yeah... real nice, guy. Nice tone all the way around." Pete's hands spun 90 degrees so his thumbs softly rubbed the biceps while his fingers tickled the triceps underneath. Tony just watched him with a big grin on his face. After his lousy afternoon, his confidence was back. Here was someone who recognized a masterpiece of manhood when he saw one. Tony relaxed his pose and let his arms hang at his sides. Pete walked around behind and clasped his hands around Tony's wrists. He then proceeded to lightly massage Tony's forearms, his hands slowly gliding up to the elbows and then slowly gliding back down to the cop's strong wrists.
"Nice thick black hair ya got on your arms, Tony. Real manly, guy," Pete said.
"Yeaahhh... I like the way it climbs up past my elbows and then thins out a bit on my tri's," Tony said exhaling. "Looks like you got a handsome coating too. Good thick brown hair on your arms Pete... on the tops of your fingers too."
"Yeah, got it good and thick in all the right places. I'm lucky though - I'm nice and clean on the shoulders and back," Pete said as he started massaging Tony's shoulders and back to keep the stud focused on how good his body felt.
"Ye... yeah, man... I... I'm the same. Nice and smooth where I wanna be," Tony responded.
Pete had let his fingertips glide down over the tight cotton gym shorts encasing Tony's firm butt cheeks, which caused the good-looking cop to flex his ass mounds a bit in response to the slightly ticklish sensation.
"Glad to see you pay attention to your glutes, Tony. Lots'a guys don't." Pete gave Tony's hard bubble-butt a pat and then walked around in front of the young muscle-cop.
"Looks like you're sportin' some heavy equipment up front too. Bet the chicks love that, hunh!"
"Never had a complaint, Pete. I leave 'em wantin' more every time! Tony chuckled and winked.
I bet'ya do Tony, I bet'ya do. Guy, it looks like you are fired up right now. Either you got a big orange shoved down your shorts or your big balls are good and full of man cream."
"Ha! Bow to the master, Pete. That is 100 percent Italian stud sauce I'm packin'. Doubt there are many dudes who can churn it out like I can. I'm a muscle-bound walkin' cum factory, man. Chicks beg me for a taste of the sauce," Tony boasted. He leaned in towards Pete and spoke in a deep low voice: "I make 'em lick my hairy balls first... let 'em know this Italian bull is in control."
"Damn, you are all stud, ain't ya Tony," Pete whispered back with a broad grin on his face. He reached over with two fingers and lightly tapped the underside of Tony's nutsack. "Shit, you ain't kiddin' guy. I can smell it as much as feel it. You are one fuckin' Italian alph-male, Tony."
Tony's dark brown eyes lit up. "You got me pegged, Pete."
Tony felt on top of the world, like the past few days had never happened.
Pete now had his full hand cupping Tony's hefty nards. He was kneading the balls a bit with his thumb. He had got Tony so puffed-up and full of himself that the macho "Italian bull" didn't seem to register that his nuts were in the hand of another guy. As far as Pete could tell, Tony seemed to expect that other people would want to worship his body.
Pete looked up at Tony's handsome face. With his thumb and his second finger, he flicked Tony's balls. Tony's eyes opened wide. Pete flicked the cum-laden balls again, and again.
"Ouch!" Tony said as he backed away.
Pete closed the distance and flicked Tony's balls again.
"Hey, wha... ouch... cut that... ouch... hey... oh shit."
A wet spot appeared on the front of Tony's shorts. With his left hand, Pete rubbed Tony's balls through his shorts. With the finger and thumb of his right hand, he traced the line of Tony's rapidly hardening dick. He started rubbing the increasingly wet and sticky cotton material back and forth over Tony's sensitive juicy knob, building up the friction on Tony's plump glans. The sexy muscle cop was now dripping like a faucet. He could feel his balls stirring into action, preparing to churn up more cream.
"Aw geeeze Pete, you're gettin' me all gooey down there. Come'on... knock it off, will ya?"
"I like ya that way Tony. I want'ya to be permanently 'gooey' down there. No shootin' off or anything like that, just a nice constant sticky drip... at all times. That'll keep your jock and these nice little shorts all wet and rubbing on your helpless itchy dickhead. It'll keep your balls in high production too, heh heh. You hear me? From now on, when you're workin' out, I wanna see this big cock of yours going drip, drip, drip."
Tony uttered a breathy "Fuck."
"Who's in control of the stud sauce now?" Pete purred in Tony's face.
"Aw shit, you are Pete. Ya got control of my sauce, man."
Pete smiled and patted Tony on the cheek. "Just kiddin' ya Tony! Sorry, couldn't resist," Pete said as he turned to retrieve his clothes from his locker. Pete gathered up his belongings and headed out. "See ya next time, Tony!" he shouted as he left.
"Fuck," Tony said again as his cock continued to drip. He stuffed his police uniform into the gym bag and headed home. Rick and Tom had told him that he was not permitted to shower at the gym.