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The following story is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns,
cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then you should not read
this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of
age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed
to read this story by law. This is fiction. Do not
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matter'; got condom?

"Muscle Jocks For Domination"  16 (M/M oral anal D/s)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Steve, what the hell.

Chill with the questions, Jim, till we get to Dr.
Burkhalters office?

Burkhalter? Not Frederic Burkhalter?

Yes. Why? You have a problem with that, Jim?

Me? Problem? With Freddie? Nah!

His mind not on the sweaty scent of the working gym
bodies, nor Officer Jim Kirks comments of the hot
gym, Steve sideswiped the gym equipment, as if weaving
through a maze. He responded lightly, with some of 
the stretched out, muscle tee jocks, but mainly kept
his mind focused on the detail ahead.

Damn! What happened to him? Think Ill skip the gym
workout, Steve, Jim eyes worked over the half nude
Latino.

What happened to Luis, didnt happen inside the gym,
Jim.

Not in the gym? Mugged?

No, Jim. More like beaten by our trusted employees.

Bruises look tender. How did this happen? Jim
inquires of Luis.

Looking to Josh, for direction, the telecommunicator
replies, Its okay Luis. You can talk now.

Men beat me.

Men? What men?

Yes, what men? Dr. Burkhalter reiterates.

Um, Freddie, I think I can handle it from here?

Sorry. Only trying to help.

At the same time, it puzzles the hell out of Steve, to
learn the circumstances involving the mutual
acquaintance of Jim and Frederic.

Reaching out, touching Jims navy blue regulation
police shirt, with the tin badge, Luis says, Men like
you.

Me? You were beaten up by cops?

Not cops, Steve intervenes, Security personnel.

Here? Jim asks Steve.

Yes. I heard a noise. Steve beings his tale of woe.

Maybe I should take your statement first.

However, before anyone can give any information out, a
few familiar faces appear at the door.

Something happening here that should be brought to my
attention?

Why yes, matter of fact, Mr. Verraros, Steve
replies.

And when was I going to be informed?

However, Steve feeling he had a grip on the situation,
felt Verraros' questioning irked him the wrong way. He
let him have it both barrels.

I have the situation well in hand, Max. When the time
came, I would have notified you.

Steve didnt get the dirty look. Nudging Rick Rhodes
in the abs, Rick shrugged his shoulders, as if the
patsy was falling with the weight on him.

Is that Jim Kirk?

Oh hiya Sam. Hows it going?

You want to get to your business, Kirk? Verraros
pressed.

Back off, Max. Im handling this! Bellowed from
Steves lips.

Steve didnt know where all this gall was raining down
from, but he sensed confidence in the way he was
handling the situation. Again, Rick got the elbow,
responding in the same manner.

Woowee! Those sure are some bruises. Whoever did
that, worked this kid over good!

Sam had waltzed right through the assemblage of execs,
law and order, plus others, to address the victim.

Um, Sam you mind?

Not at all, Jim. Just trying to help.

I know you are, Jim replied.

Again, it piqued Steves curiosity where the
connection was made with Sam and Jim, too.

Jim, if you dont mind, I think we better wait until
after this young man is seen by hospital personnel. He
needs xrays and other care I cant provide here for
him.

No dinero, Luis protested.

However, even Josh showed spunk, replying to Luis,
Dont you go and worry about the money to pay for
anything, Luis. This company is loaded. Right Max?

If Steve didnt know that Rick liked the rough
treatment, hed almost think Rick would need his
obliques xrayed. However, he got a kick out of it
himself, to hear Josh take the reins over the
situation and drop the respect, when it came to the
Chair of the Board.

Not waiting for a reply, Josh offered, The companys
got you covered, Luis. You wont have to worry about
spending a dime!

Medics arrived in no time, taking Luis away. Josh
grabbed his shirt, feeding his arms into it.
Nonchalantly he announced taking the rest of the day
off to accompany Luis to the hospital. 

With pay, Steve announced.

Glancing to Max Verraros for the okay, Max looked to
Rick, whom okayed it. He knew later hed be feeling
it, but to him abuse wasnt like Luis went through.

As the execs left, Steve could hear Verraros tell Rick
he wanted every security personnels file on his desk,
along with Luis and Joshs.

Joshs, Sir?

Yeah Rick. The kids got spunk. I want him moved up.

Moved up, sir? To where?

Steves position, to start.

Oh come on, Mr. Verraros. Give Steve a chance. Hes
under pressure, Im sure he didnt mean.

What the fuck you talking about, Rick?

Um, arent you thinking of terminating him, sir?

One of the best men this company has to offer, Rick?
Come on. Get on the ball, will ya?

All Rick could think of is being tied to the straight
back chair last night, his cheek trying to move the
thick cock to the side so that his tongue could savor
Max Verraros hairy orbs.

Rick?

Yes, sir?

Those files?

Yes, sir.

Fifteen minutes or I start adding up demerits.

Yes, Sir! 

The twenty-six year old began hustling to get the
files from the main computer. However, if he expected
to have any hot bdsm fun tonight with the boss, he
would assemble everything, then sit, looking at the
clock, till well over twenty minutes lapsed, then
bring the kit and caboodle in for Verraros.

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Youre going to be alright, Luis. Um, do you have any
family to contact? Josh asked.

Nobody. Only me.

Pitying the kid, Josh, replied, Dont you worry. 
Im here for you Luis.

Its the first glimmer of happiness Josh detected from
Luis, when his lips broke the sadness with a small ray
of smiling hope.

Those men not hurt me no more?

No Luis. Youll see. Steve will handle everything.

It wasnt only Steve, back at the home-front, but
Officer Jim Kirk, Sam Metz, two other police officers
and low and behold, the attorney whom Sam had a run in
with, down at city hall, congregating.

Oh shit, Sam said to Jim, the moment he laid eyes on
the stocky lawyer.

Who Carter MacAvin?

Yeah. He hates my guts. Had a run in with him at the
metal detector.

I didnt know they weighed you in down there?

Funny, Jim. You always had  that dopey sense of
humor.

Hey, give a guy a break, huh Sam?

Yeah, okay. Ha  ha, Sam gave the pronounced set of
laughter.

You wouldnt be the first to have a run in with the
fat fuck, Sam. Let me do all the talking, Jim
proposed.

Hes all yours, Sam gave the leeway to Jim.

>From a distance, Sam could see Jim do just that. Sure,
Carter MacAvin tried throwing his weight around, but
he could see how Jim threw in some blocks and curves
that set the chub straight. He could see, like when he
and Jim used to play, how Jim could humiliate a guy in
no time, without getting himself riled up. Sam
wondered if Jim still did some roleplaying. As he
thought about it, Sams recollections filled his mind.
He remembers Jim and himself, same grade in high
school, playing around. At first, they competed for
titles, but its Jim that won out, as the dominant.
Compatible as a submissive, Sam recollected how Jim
stood behind him with a belt, rapping his ass with it,
if he slowed down , at the chin up bar. A grin crossed
his face, remembering doing pushups and each time his
face neared the floor, his mouth would go down on
Jims cock. Of course, with each decline of the
pushup, his hard shaft ground into the exercise mat.
How he missed those days. Before he left Jims
company, he swore to himself hed try rekindling their
like interests.

So, what do you propose, Mr. MacAvin? Steve
inquired.

Entrapment.

But wouldnt that require Luis to engage in the same
punishment?

Meeting in the board room the small group of
professional law and order men, hashed out a plot to
capture the security guards, Paul Vrabel and Chuck
Merrit, in the act of assaulting one of the gay
employees at Advantage Exercise Equipment. 

Its obvious that well need a new decoy, MacAvin
spelled out.

I could volunteer, I suppose, Sam raised his hand
and spoke outright.

Jim Kirk knew Sam could pull it off. From personal
knowledge, he wasnt afraid of getting shoved around a
little. So, thats the way it went. Tomorrow, Sam Metz
would become employed at Advantage Exercise Equipment,
as a member of security. Loosely, the information
would be had, by Vrabel, that Sam was gay. After that,
they would sit back until the fireworks started.

%

Steve had called and apologized to Matt, telling him
of the events that unraveled today at the office and
that he wouldnt be home till later. At the hospital,
he made his rounds visiting Raavi and Luis.
Fortunately they had been stationed on the same floor.


Is this Luis gay, Steve?

Um, yes and what interest would he be for you,
Raavi?

I appreciate you helping me, Steve, but I need a

Younger boyfriend, Raavi?

You understand, Steve?

No reason why we cant be friends.

Oh, how is Raj?

Rajjie is doing great. Hes a good little fellow.

Rajjie?

Yeah. I think you need to expand on the name. He
likes it!

Fine. As long as he is okay with it, Steve.

Believe me, Raavi. He is. So, I suppose you want to
meet Luis?

Yup.

You wont stop pestering me, I suppose until you do?

Nope.

Steve smirked, at the stubborn look on Raavis face. 

Let me call the orderly, Steve gave in.

Ians not on duty, Raavi informed him of something
he already knew.

A flashback occurred. Steve suddenly grew curious. Jim
showed up at the hospital, so he figured things went
as he planned. In his mind, he pictured Ian secured to
a table, chair, bed or whatever, in bondage from toe
to neck. Yep, thought Steve, Ian would get whats
coming to him, taking his cherry like that, with false
pretensions!

Steve, did you hear what I said?

What you said, Raavi? Oh sure.. what you said. Sure,
I heard what you said.

Then what did I say, Steve?

Um, seriously, Steve, after clearing his throat
said, you said Ians not on.

And?

And? Steve asked, not remembering anything that
followed,

I said you have to call Jordan.

Jordan, you say now?

Yes. Hes five feet, eleven inches tall, dark hair,
Latino

Hmm seems like you have him pegged, Raavi.

Oh sure. We had some nice long talks.

Figured him out right away, did you now?

I seem to have the gift of sensing if a guy is gay or
not, Steve.

Hmm, like I havent fallen victim to your gift,
Raavi?

Well, I never told you this Steve. Didnt really have
the chance, but I knew you had to be gay even before
you said anything to me.

Hmm well have to talk further on this, but I have
to be going.

Somebody ring for me?

Oh my! Steve gazed at the Latino hunk, swinging open
the wooden door.

However, Raavi overrode Steves emotional state and
skipped to the event at hand.

Steve wants to take me to see this new guy that
checked in.

Me want to take you? Steve mouthed out the words,
giving Raavi a smirk, as if to say, Oh, come on!

Way ahead of the two, Jordan states, Oh yes. Luis
Alvarez, in 228, but well never make it in.

Why not? Steve asks, fully taking advantage of
addressing the hot looking Latino.

While in conversation, Steve took advantage of taking
in the incredibly good looks, a stache that looked a
couple of days old, but mightve been the result of
doing a double shift, the dark brown eyes,
shoulder-to-shoulder swimmers build.

Theres some kind of investigation going on. The
police officer at the door wouldnt let anyone in,
except hospital personnel and believe you me, they
better have a photo ID, or forget it. I tell you, some
hotshot something is going down.

Like Steve didnt know?

Well, you just help me get Raavi in the handicapped
chair and let me take care of the cop at the door.

Yeah, Steves got connections, Raavi told Jordan,
who look perplexed.

Alright, but if I go to the trouble of getting you up
and out of bed, Raavi Omparkash and down to the room
and we cant get in 228, Ill

Even though Jordan Soto squawked on and on about the
trouble the two caused him, Steve could see that as
Jordan put his arms under Raavis pits, to transfer
him from bed to chair, the Latinos chitter-chatter
seemed to become downsized, next to nothing.

Being facetious, Steve lamented, Oh, such a terrible
inconvenience, when the two got chest to chest.

Playing nursemaid, Steve held the intravenous bag, as
the three strolled down the hallway. The police
office, whom Steve never met, stare with his bee-bee
eyes, as the trio approached from as far away as
twenty feet. As they closed in to room 228, the
officers eyes seemed to train on Steves green eyes.
Steve readied for the hassle the officer was readying
to dish out.

A hand on the door, the police officer smiled, opening
it, almost as if ushering them in, softly saying, Go
right ahead in, Mr. Kestner.

But.

I know who you are.

You do? Steve asked, totally in the dark about how
the officer had this knowledge.

Hee hee the officer giggled, reporting, your firm
furnished a picture of you.

I see. I thought maybe perhaps

Then Steve changed his explanation, which was going to
be something to the effect that they had met under
more merry conditions.

No, Mr. Kestner, we didnt meet there!

There? Steve played dumb.

After Jordan rolled Raavi into the room, the police
officer soft-spoken, replied to Steve, Ive seen you
at the bar, Mr. Kestner, but weve never chatted.

The bar? Steve questioned.

Djolas?

Oooooh yes. Djolas bar, Steve finally admitted,
being cautious not to give himself away too soon.

Yes. Excuse me for not introducing myself, he
extended a hand, Campbell Goodall. My friends call me
Camp.

Good to meet you Camp, Steve shook the firm grip.

Figuring him to be a really nice guy, Steve also took
in the build. As his uniform shirt approached the
stomach, buttons showed tension.

Before Steve made entrance to 228, Camp says, By the
way, I understand you have a gym at your firm and was
wondering if I can take out a membership. Do you know
how much they charge?

Oh, we arent open to the public, however, and Steve
doesnt know what made him do it, but patted Camps
stomach with the back of his hand, Im sure we can
work something out with the police department.

That would be great, Steve. Thanks.

No problem, Steve replied. 

Upon entering the hospital room, Steve addressed the
soiree.

Josh, you still here?

Not leaving my guy, Josh replied with a grin,
holding Luis hand.

Well, I guess the writings on the wall, eh Josh?

Writing? Luis asked.

Cave wall, Josh Courson replied. Friends first and
see where it leads.

I see. Looks like you two are starting out as very
good friends.

Luis, tells them all, with melancholy in his voice,
Josh mi amigo, squeezing the hand that holds his
own.

Have you met.

Before Steve could finish his inquiry, Josh jumped at
the answer, Oh yes. The four of us are good friends
already, Steve.

That was fast.

Small world, Steve.

Oh? How does that go, Jordan?

Josh and I were roommates at college.

Nooooo.

Yep.

Hmm

Before Steve can get his assumptions out, Josh
replies, But dont read too much into that, Steve.

Yeah, twenty-five year old Jordan replies, It took
a whole semester before we admitted to each other we
were gay.

Right. I cant believe the torture I went through
having to lust after your body everyday, Josh.

Me, Jordan? You still got those chiseled pecs?

The momentum of the room began to build, as Jordan
stood up and stripped off the top of his scrubs.

Oh my! Steve replied. 

Steve wasnt the only one astonished at the sight.
Standing, Josh walked over to Jordan.
Placing his hand on the rock hard chest, he rubbed
from east to west.

Now where did all this fur come from?

Hey, did you forget I was on the swim team?

Yeah. So?

To get more speed we had to shave our chests.

And stomachs, I see, Josh continued the examination
of the hairy tributary, extending down Jordans
stomach.

Almost to Jordans bellyhole, he had to grasp Joshs
wrist.

Whoa, man! Keep that up and were going to have an
eruption!

Jesting, Steve says, Betcha the lava will show right
through.

You know we do wear something under these, Jordan
signified, his hand rubbing his scrubs below his
navel.

Oh look!

Trying to goof on Jordan, Josh pointed to his crotch.

Nooooooo! Jordan exclaimed, bending over to look at
his slight erection.

Gotcha! Josh remarked.

Oh, Ill get you for that, Josh. You wait and see!

Hmm, does that mean this isnt the last Ill see of
you, Jordan?

Maybe, since Im no longer attached.

Oh? What happened to Ed?

You mean Michael.

I knew it was something like that.

Ed isnt even close to Michael.

As Josh and Jordan carried on their conversation, from
the outskirts of the four lads, Steve spied upon the
other two. Raavi had maneuvered himself over to where
Josh had held the twenty-year olds hand. In place, the
Indian twink shook the Latinos digit, not removing
it.
Steve wondered if Josh was losing interest in Luis, or
perhaps a caring soul rekindling a lost affair. He
wondered what kind of voodoo Raavi already began using
on Luis!

%

16 Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
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