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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"  17 (M/M oral anal D/s)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee


%

Im in here! Matt rang out, when he heard the front
door slam shut.

Reporting to the bedroom, Steve looked at the
full-sized bed.

I never knew you wore glasses? He questioned Matt,
though Steve took in the whole picture.

Lying there, in his lowrise briefs, a book opened, the
binding almost pivoted in his navel.

Only for reading. Man, do you look beat.

I am. What a hell of a day, Steve replied, peeling
his jacket off the back of his blades. 

Closing his book, Matt removed his glasses, placing
them one of the two night tables. Approaching Steve,
his jacket binding his arms behind him, Matt engulfed
him from behind.

Now Im got you!

Mmmm, Steve replied to Matts lips on the side of
his neck. This is the one thing Ive been looking
forward to all day.

No kidding?

Oh yeah Coming home to you and and relaxing with
you, Matt.

I cant imagine how its no wait. I know how it is
to come home to to nothing, Steve.

Taking hold of Steves suit jacket, Matt went for the
closet, pronto, finding a hanger. Steve gazes around
the room.

Havent we been the busy little bee?

I wondered if you would notice anything different,
Steve.

Hey, what happened to the curtains?

Washed them. Theyre still in the laundry basket. I
have to iron them.

Didnt you go to class today?

Sure, but while doing the laundry, I studied.

Laundry, huh?

Steve waltzed into the adjoining jon and checked out
the hamper.

This was like, full.

No, like overflowing? Remember how I said I could
fill the tub?

Yeah, so?

Did that, virtually every window treatment in the
condo, plus. Oh Steve, you are such a pig!

Steve had to laugh.

Not funny Steve. Do you know what germs can build up
in the kitchen, with stashing tablecovers, towels and
shit, Steve! I had to throw out so many sponges.

Now confronting Matt, with more compassionate lips,
his shirt stripped as he makes his approach, he
matches up bare-bodies, making contact.

Im sorry. Ill try to be better from now on.

Matt more than accepted the apology, delivered with a
sweet lip lock.

Hungry?

Why? Steve replied, his hand feeling up Matts
briefs.

I mean hungry hungy, Matt replies, his hand trying
to grab at Steves tight abs.

Oooooh

Hmm have I discovered a hot spot?

Like all body builders dont prize their abs?

Slipping his flat hand between Steves treasure trail
and beltline, Matt discovers another hot spot.

I would think this comes before that, Steve!

Groaning with added pleasure, Steve croons as Matt
firms his hand around the 8.5c semi-soft rod.

Hmm I guess you really do feel something for me,
Steve.

Now, how could you tell a thing like that, Matthew?
Steve chided.

His hand traveled all the way around the outside of
Steves torso, on the inside of the pants. His hand
entered the deep, hairy crevice, seeking paydirt.

Oooooooooooooh! Steve moaned when he felt a finger
touch his drilling well.

My turn tonight! Matt informed Steve.

Oooooooh! Steve sighed when Matt withdrew the
drilling digit.

Cmon. I have some food to nuke for you.

Steve caught a short glimpse of those black lowrise
briefs leaving the room. He kicked off his shoes,
dropped the pants, then turned back to pick them up
off the floor.

Ooops! He replied to himself. 

Being nice about it, he folded them nicely over the
back of the chair, picked his shoes up and placed them
at the foot of the bed, then went seeking food.

%

Sam, you realize what youre getting into, dont
you?

Hey, like you think I cant handle it, Jim?

Im only looking out for you, Sam. I mean that was a
number of years ago we played. You know.

Yeah, I know, but its not like youre the only one
in the world thats into that kinky stuff, Jim.

Oh, so youre cheating on me, are you?

Sam sat there for a moment, in the police 
officers patrol car, trying to search for the proper
response.

Jim, what we had was nice, but.

Breaking up Sams obvious feelings, invoked to
alleviate hard feelings, Jim tried to smooth things
out.

I know what youre going to say, Sam. I know I became
a softee.

Right, Sam replied, somber.

Sure. It started out real nice, but after awhile,
well, strings got attached.

Whats that, Jim?

Like they say no strings attached, well its like I
couldnt be to you what you wanted me to be.

Unlike the relationship Jim was having with Ian, case
in point, he blew it when it came to meeting with Sam,
in their early college years. What started as bdsm
roleplay, evolved into the two caring too much for
each other. The dominant couldnt continue the
charade of being a meany.

Jim, pull over.

Hey, thats my line! the twenty-eight year old
police offer responded.

Seeing the serious mood dominating Sam, Jim put on his
directional signal, swerving from the middle lane to
the right, then finally parking on the shoulder,
cursing out a motorist.

No respect, the son-of-a-bitch!

The patrol car came to a halt, on the side.

Now. Whats so important, Sam?

Jim, have you ever gone and done something, found it
to be the best youve ever had, then seemed to want
more, then searched for more, didnt find it and then
want that good thing back?

Sams wordy dispatch, assemblage of words, could have
been reduced to a few and Jim deciphered it right
away.

You know Id take you back in a minute, came the
response from Jim. 

Its not that easy.

What in life is, Sam. Yeah, we had it good in
college. Two guys, away from the home-nest, fitting
into perfect roles.

Smiling, remembering the good ole days of
frat-jockery, he chimed in, Remember the first time
you tied me up, Jim?

Pressing his blades back into the patrol car seat, Jim
smiled.

Yeah. You dont know how good it made me feel.

Oh yes I do!

You do?

First time you ever tied a guy up, Jim? Get off it. I
spied how your gym shorts perked up, instantly.

The two laughed.

I hope your knot tying skills have improved.

After tying you up, what? Forty or fifty times?

And everyone of those times you couldnt seem to
untie me without a snag, Jim.

Yeah. Suppose I was a little clumsy at it. Hee hee

What?

Remember the time I tied you tightly to the chair,
the rope circling under your pecs?

Damn, you almost strangled me! Sam laughed.

I thought that ropeburn would be there forever.

Lucky for you it went away, but sure took long
enough. The guys at the gym thought I was hiding
something.

Werent you, Sam?

I suppose I had to hide a lot worse.

I never did anything that bad to you.

Not you, but.

What, Sam? 

Sitting there, Jims arm went to Sams shoulder,
gripping it firmly.

Want to talk about it?

Looking to his onetime college roomie, Sam slightly
smiled, then looked down to his body. His hands found
his shirt, almost as a reflex, unbuttoning.

I have something to show you.

With both hands, Sam pulled open his shirt, as if
Superman unveiling the outfit. 

Ooooh, Sam! What the fuck happened?

I played and lost, I suppose. Its bound to happen
when a guys not careful.

Still hurt?

His hand reaching out, as well as his invisible, but
shown feelings, Jims hand reached into Sams shirt
cavity, gliding over the red abs.

Owch!

Sorry, Sam. When did you have this done? I mean,
when

I know what you mean. This past weekend. Met him in a
chat room. I guess I shouldve checked him out
further, but I was so horned up for it. Know what I
mean?

Let your guard down, I take it and Ive always known
you to be so careful.

What can I say, Jim? When the dick takes over, its
tough to put on the brakes.

So true. Nips look so tender. Hurt?

Somewhat. One of his favorite places to play.

They look raw to me.

Its not like he didnt apologize.

What do you mean? Didnt you agree on limits?
Safewords?

That we did, but he got a little carried away when it
came to the nip torture.

A little? Hey, an agreement is an agreement. If he
said safewords are in and doesnt adhere by it then,
in my book, thats a crime.

Sam didnt say anything. Jim turned the key, flicked
on the overhead blinking lights and traversed the
shoulder, till he turned off.

Sorry Jim.

For what, Sam?

I should have realized how good I had it with you
hey, where are we going? Sam changed his train of
thought, that inner sacredness coming over him, seeing
the big H sign.

Get you some treatment.

Stop the car now, Jim! You know damned well I cant
walk into a hospital or a doctors office with wounds
like this and.

With them entering the hospital grounds, Jim turned
into a bus stop, putting it in neutral.

Listen, Sam. I care about you.

I know you Jim. Likewise, but

Youve got some serious cuts and bruises. I mean your
nips look wasted. Also, you know I wouldnt do
anything to embarrass you. Ill got a friend who can
treat you and look the other way.

What do you mean by that, Jim?

Hey, youre not the only one thats walked away from
a bdsm session, gone bad.

You?

Not me, but Ive known guys, some frat guys, others,
who have needed the kind of medical attention you
require, off the record.

Precisely why I tried doctoring myself up. Okay, Jim.
Lets go.

Sensing the trust, a loving trust, Jim smiled, as he
set the patrol car in gear.

So, who is this friend of yours?

Remember, in our junior year at Berkeley, Sam?

Oh, do I!

Hee hee the apex of our bdsm play, huh?

I have no complaints.

I know you dont rmember that guy that came to
watch a few times?

Red-haired curious kid? Yeah, I remember. Brought a
notepad along, to take notes, reading our sessions
like a seminar?

Thats the kid. Well, like us, he got his business
degree, then cut loose on another profession.

Dont tell me. Hes a doctor at the hospital here?

He delved into sports medicine and is employed by
Advantage Fitness and moonlights at the hospital.

Oooooh, I know who you mean Freddie?

Bingo! Jim chimed out, as if Sam won the pot.

He sure liked getting his hands all over me!

Yeah, I know. Saved him from fucking your ass, too.

Freddie wanted to fuck me?

Never knew he had a crush on you, did you?

Well, Ill be!

Hee heeee all the times he had you right in front of
him, bound for the taking and he never took you.

Um, would he, if you werent there?

One thing you gotta know, Sam. Firstly, Freddie is a
real gentleman. Second, he plays fairly. Third, hes a
safe player. Fourth, hes a hell of a top in bed!

That fourth point made Sam laugh out loud.

So, he had the hots for me, eh?

That he did. Might still do.

And just what are you insinuating, Jim?

Oh nothing.

No, wait. Freddie ever hook up with a guy?

Not to my knowledge.

Hmm

What? Dont you trust me, Sam?

Trust you, Jim? After getting fucking tied up in
bondage for four years, plus, I dont trust you?

Fading out on the conversation, Jim parked the patrol
car, yellow lining it, then made his exit, opening the
opposite door for his passenger.

Hey, Im not an invalid, you know?

Yeah, well any guy that cant button up his shirt
properly, definitely needs assistance, Sam!

Looking down his front, Sam replies, Oops,
realigning his shirt buttons.

Forget that now. Pretty soon youll be stripping it.

As the two walked side by side through the automatic
doors of county general, thoughts, past and present
began flashing through Sams mind. He thought of the
red-haired hottie that sat in on their bdsm sessions,
the hands that afterwards pawed his pectorals, abdomen
and other areas of interest. Sam recalled that it 
wasnt just Jims presence that gave his cock the
willies. 

Do you think Freddie remembers me?

Let me put it this way, Sam. Do you think asking me
how youre doing, every chance I get to see Freddie,
tells you something?

Id say it means something.

Not having seen Freddie, since their brief encounter
yesterday at Advantage Fitness, Sam remains on edge.

He saw me yesterday. How come he acted so cool, Jim?

Hey, you dont bring up stuff like this in public.

True, dah! Sam smiled.

Entering the Sports Med department, Jim ushered the
twenty-eight year old through the glass door,
heralding Dr. Frederic Burkhalters name, printed on
the door, in verdant lettering.
Both of their eyes became alert, at the bare-chested
jock, unraveling his shirt down the front of his body,
upon leaving Dr. Burkhalters office.
Frederic noticed how the two twenty-eight year old
buds noticed.

Sam, Jim this is Emilio Vasquez.

Exchanging greetings, as well as handshakes, Emilio
departed right after.

Nice shape I mean guy, Jim replied.

All Advantage men have nice shapes! Frederic
quipped.

Very nice, Sam added.

However, Sams mind was on something else.

So? Is this business or pleasure, Jim?

Could be both, but Id like you to check out Sam
here, Freddie.

Hmm never had a problem with checking out Sam
before ahem! he smiled, with intent.

Knowing the keyed in facts, Sam seriously began to
think about the pleasure aspect, shelving the
professional part.

Are you going to tell him or I, Sam?

Dr. Burkhalter looked to each, then asked, Oh, so
this isnt a social call after all?

Sam?

Removing his shirt tail from his pants, Sam began
unfastening his shirt buttons. 

Going for the latch on the door, Jim warns, Off the
records, Freddie.

Its then that Frederics demeanor turned from merry
to a more serious attitude. 

Oh my oh my word!

Right away he set about to tear off the paper on the
examination table, left off from Emilios bare body. 

Here, up on the table, Frederic placed his hand,
patting the black, cushy surface, making a slapping
sound against the thin tissue paper. What the fuck
happened to you?

I Sam spoke a bit with embarrassmentPlain and
simple. I wasnt careful enough.

That I can see. Hot wax?

Among other things. Clamps and an over zealous,
frisky, obsessed dominant top?

Thatll do it, the doctor reported. Hold on a
second.

Picking up the phone, Frederic dialed a few numbers. 

Avery? Yes. I want you to call all my patients
scheduled for today and cancel I know reschedule
them for next week I know its going to make it
tight, Avery Very good. Yes Then step inside the
office. Im going to need your assistance.

Right away, Sam began to panic.

But

However, Frederic put his fingers to his lips,
shushing Sams attempts at protesting that another man
should be alerted to his bdsm  dilemma.

Oh dont you worry, Avery, Frederic finished up his
conversation,  eyes looking over Sam, laid out on the
examination table, naked from the waist up, I do
believe missing your lunch will be a small price to
pay, Avery.

Sam looked to Jim, who shrugged his shoulders, as much
in the dark as he.

After pressing the handheld digit, to disconnect,
Frederic replies, I think you can leave Sam with me
now, Jim.

He wanted to stay, to see what treatment Frederic
had in store for Sam, but kept drawing upon the house
guest he had at home, plus its been a few hours.

You will keep me informed, Freddie?

Of course Jim, but dont you worry. Sam will be in
good hands.

With his hand on the inside door knob, a hand reached
for the knob on the outside, simultaneously.

No doubt, Jim replied, referring to the in good
hands.

Attached to outdoor knob, Jim looked the young man up
and down.

By the way, Jim, this is my receptionist, Avery
Giugni.

Pleasure, Jim shook hands, keyed in to more than the
cordial extension of the word.

Nice to meet you, Officer Kirk.

With a strange look, Jim asks Avery, Have we met
before?

Oldest cliché in the book, no Officer Kirk?

Smiling, Jim didnt give reply.

Avery offered, Berkeley, six or seven years ago, the
bdsm party?

Damn, youd think Id remember!

Really, Jim, Frederic acknowledged, the kid that
taught you all those nifty rope tricks?

Yes! I do remember! Yes, Avery, but..

Laughing, Avery informed Jim, I went by the name
Rod, to protect my future identity.

Rod, yes. Hmm. I meant to tell you the name matched
you perfectly.

Avery blushed, but knew darn well his 10c would be the
one thing guys wouldnt forget.

Thanks. 

Moving on, Avery glanced towards the examination
table.

Joking, he asks, So, whos the stud on the bondage
table today, Dr. Burkhalter?

Avery didnt wait for a reply. 

With his hand gliding over Sams pecs, purposely
missing the red, raw nips, he states, Somebody did a
number on you.

I know, Sam commented, kind of embarrassed. 

His face showed it.

Hey, babe. Dont fret. You would not be the first guy
whos made a mistake.

Being 5 feet and 9 inches tall, Avery stood almost in
Sams face, so it wasnt tough not to stare. A smile
begat a smile, as the two connected.

Ahem! Yes, well I guess I better be going. Nice
meeting you again, Avery.

Sure, Avery replied, his eyes still glued on Sam.

Whispering to Frederic, Jim softly said, And I always
thought it would be you two.

Smiling, Frederic replies, Those days are gone. We
all have to move on, Jim.

He watched as Frederic, six years older, looked to the
two at the examination table. 

By the way, Freddie, Ive got a guy waiting for me at
home, if youre interested in stopping by later.

A bottom boy?

Well, he still needs to be convinced of that.

Muscled?

With an evil grin, Jim replies, Your type!

Um, Avery?

Yes, Dr. Burkhalter?

How would you like to try out everything Ive taught
you?

Inquiring, on the sketchy side, Jim asks Frederic, He
a doctor?

Still in training, but on his way. Lets say he knows
more than any text book can teach him.

Well, I know he has a good teacher, Jim offers the
congenial comment.

Thanks, Jim. By the way, do you have enough toys?

Jim replies, Does Pavoratti know how to sing?

Let me wash up and grab my jacket.

%


17 Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
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