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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
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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"  18 (M/M oral anal D's)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Hey, this is really good! Whats in it?

A little bitothisna little bitothat, Steve.
Like it?

Very tasty, Steve replied.

His eyes focused on looking across the table, he eyed
up the two brown, perky nips, nestled against the
blonde chest fur.

Are you always this horny, all the time, Steve?

What on earth do you mean, Matthew? Steve smiled,
well knowing what Matt meant!

More wine?

A little.

Two much is not good for the testosterone levels, you
know, Steve?

No more, then!

Hee heee. Not a proven fact though, so indulge.

Hmm Id rather indulge in something else!

Oh and dont I know it, Steve.

Looking about the room, Steve says, You did a nice
job in here. How do you do it so fast?

I have a confession to make.

Uh-oh.

Not so bad. I skipped class today.

You what? Maaaaaatt!

Dont get your balls all twisted up, Steve. It was my
second clase, not anything I cant make up.

Oh. Well you know best. With a forkful of spaghetti,
Steve warns, but dont go making this a habit.

Yes, father!

Matt leans on the table.

Can I tell you something, Steve?

His arms crisscrossed, Matt blocks out Steves view.

Do I have a choice?

If you dont want to know, I dont have to tell.

Do tell.

Nah. Not that important, I guess.

Placing his fork in his plate, purposefully rattling
the fork against the white, Corelle plate, Steve sucks
his teeth.

Alright, what is it? 

Humiliating Steve enough, with his silence, Matt
replies, I like living here. I hope youre not going
to ask me to move out.

Why would I do that, Matthew?

Knowing Steve began to get more in a serious mode, he
replies with the simple truth, Steve, Im really
beginning to like you a lot and  looking around, I
want to make this a home for both of us.

Looking at Matt, this time Steve didnt perceive him
as a sex object. Real feelings penetrated his inner
being, as he sat there, staring into eyes that spoke
back to him.

Yknow, Id like that, Matthew.

Reaching across the table, Steve extends his forearms
as well. Their hands, as if understanding their
heartfelt feelings, entwined.

Steve I know its only been like a day that 
weve known each other, but I.

Before a rational explanation could follow, Steve gave
in also, saying, I want you too, Matt.

You do?

Grinning, Steve continued, I..

However, their emotions flowing on an all time high,
begged for more than words could tell. Both rising
from the table, met at the end of the marblesque
surface, hands still interlocking, until arms
caressed. Lips began to slowly seal their contract, as
their palms played up and down each others backs.

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What are we going to do about that Luis kid, Paul?

Do? Nothing. The kids scared shit. Besides, hes a
dumb little faggot. Whos going to believe his word
over ours?

I suppose, you, being with the company since it
almost started.

Weve got nothing to worry about, Chuck.

By the way, I was talking with Jed Pierce this
afternoon and he agrees that theres way too many
faggots working here.

From the boss right on down as I see it, Paul
Vrabel, the forty-five year old security chief
informed. Wasnt like this in the olden days.

In those days, if they were faggots, they just didnt
tell.

Right. So, what does Jed have to say about all this?

He wants in. Says hes got a cousin that knows how to
deal with queers.

Oh? And how does that go, Chuck?

Got himself a nice little setup in his basement.

Oh? Paul grew increasingly interested, as he sat up
in his swivel chair, withdrawing his hands from behind
his head.

Yeah. His cousin is a member of a kind of secret
society thats set on riding the world of the vermin.

When do I get to meet this hero of justice?

Smiling, Chuck saw this as a feather in his cap, both
in Pauls eyes, as well as the group, particularly
Jeds cousins favor. He knew the group had ranks of
leadership. The aspect of satisfying his power-hungry
desires made him indulge in the greedy trait.

Tonight, after we get off. That soon enough?

Even though totally straight, Pauls cock twitched at
the thought.

Not soon enough, but were tied down until then, so
that will have to do. Tell me more about this cousin.
Whats his name?

Pete. Pete Morgan. Around your age. Tall and built.

A man with muscle.

Works out in his basement. His gym doubles as a
meeting place for the group.

Tell me more about this group.

I dont have many of the facts, never having met with
them before.

What do you know, Chuck?

About ten or twelve guys, interested in eradicating
the faggot population.

Sounds like a group of guys that I can affiliate
myself with.

Hear about the two college guys that disappeared a
few months back?

Yeah. Big investigation.

Caught in the park, in the jon and brought before
the group.

Yeah? And?

Then looking about the security office, Chuck leans
in, as Paul does the same.

Ysee, Jeds cousin knows of this underground slavery
ring.

Slavery?

Yeah. The group helps recondition the faggots, then
they sell them off to this slave trader.

Nah. In this day and age? The head chief of
Advantage security questions.

For real. Im telling you straight, Paul.

You mean to tell me they snatched two college jocks
and sold them off to a slave trader?

You got it.

But why do they need to meet as a group and decide
this? How come Jeds cousin cant just sell them off,
straightaway?

Training.

Training?

More like, broken.

Broken?

Their wills. I dont have the whole gist of all this,
but thats generally what its about, Paul. Interest
you?

Under the desk, the tent in Pauls security uniform
could tell the truth.

I wonder how much a head?

Selling off the slaves?

Yeah.

Five grand a piece, I thought I heard Jed say.

Shit! Five grand a head?

Yup.

Damn, we could fuckin retire with that kind of
dough, from all the faggots around here!

Paul saw dollar signs in front of him, instead of
Chuck, sitting across the desk.

Its not that easy, Paul. Too many guys disappearing
from the same place would look kind of suspicious.

Youre right. No, weve got to plan this carefully.
One at a time. Hmm Bet it would be hot breaking Max
Verraros ass!

The Chairman of the Board? Isnt that starting a
little too high on the totem pole, Paul?

Youre right. No, weve got to start out with some
inconsequential little faggot.

How about Luis?

Yeah. That would be a good start. The little prick
wouldnt know what is happening to him until its too
late, the dumb fuckin spic!

Tonight we can bring his name up.

Yeah and well make ourselves a nice little list, to
follow.

You know, Paul, it would be fun taking down
Verraros.

Yeah. Thinks he knows who he is, throwing his ass
around here like hes God!

Would be cool seeing him on his knees, begging for
mercy.

Yeah. Work him over a little. Yeah, bet he could be
fun.

Chuck couldnt see through the desk, as if xray
vision, but if he could, hed detect Paul stroking his
cock through his pants, the long snake poking down his
pants leg, ooze building up inside the dark blue
fabric.

Get Jed on the phone. Weve gotta talk! Paul
ordered.

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That hurt? 

Not much Avery. No, not at all.

Im trying to be as gentle as possible.

Feels kind of funny having each of my nips bandaged
up like this.

I gather you have very sensitive nips, Sam?

My crotch fill your mind with those thoughts, Avery?

Looking away from Sams gaze, Averys hand felt up the
dark treasure trail, then traveling south on the three
inch path, tunneling under the beltline.

Ooooooooh! Sam cried out, arching his back.

Never mind the painkiller, eh Sam?

Im yours! Sam replied, surrendering his raging
erection to Averys jerk off tool.

Not yet.

Ooooooh! Sam came down from his temporary high.

Releasing the pent up shaft, Avery slipped his hand
out from Sams pants. As quickly as unbuckling the
belt buckle, he rebuckled.

Thats it, Avery?

The rest is a matter of time, Sam.

Um, do you think my nips will heal up, Avery?

Oh sure. One of the more resilient parts of the body,
but I will suggest one thing.

I know. Refrain from anymore harsh, extra curricular
activity.

That and bending over the short distance to Sams
lips, he quickly pressed against Sams lips, releasing
and replying, daily checkups?

I dont know. Im a busy guy. The hospital is kind of
off the beaten track for me.

Oh no. Ive got to keep checking up on this. Wouldnt
want your nips to get infected. Oh yes, infection can
be a tricky thing.

Then, what would you suggest?

Avery could see that Sam still hadnt caught on.

I think you should stay at my place, until youre
fully recovered.

But I have an apartment.

I have a house.

So?

Sam, are you stupid or just dumb?

Moving kind of fast, arent you Avery?

Cleaning up, Avery replies, A man sees what he wants,
he seizes the opportunity, before it fades.

Deep, man.

Oh, you dont know how deep, Sam.

Hmmm suppose I shouldnt pass up this great
opportunity to see how deep now, should I?

A few things excited the hell out of Sam. One, the
dominant attitude he picked up instantaneously from
Avery. Also, to boot, the similar trait of loving and
caring. To top it off, pardoning himself from
formulating the unintentional pun, the physical being
alluring to him as well.

Look, Sam. Let me tell you straight. You turn me on.
Its not only your hot looks. Sure, youve got a bod
thats obviously seen the inside of a gym more than
once and I find that incredibly sexy in a man.

I see. Anything else, Avery?

Only other thing is this

Even though Averys chest pressed against his
patients bandaged sides of his pecs, Avery showed Sam
what else lured him. First, it began as a kiss, but
then Avery shifted his body, to give him leverage to
hop up on the table, covering Sams body. At first,
Averys clothes, scraping along the bandages on his
sensitive, tormented nips, but as their crotches made
the connection, the pangs of pain surrendered to total
pleasure.

Pressing up, elbows anchored between the sides of
Sams body, between pecs and biceps, Avery replied,
So, what do you think?

I think in about an hour you should check my nips to
make sure theyre healing up properly!

A smile from Sam gave the deciding factor. 

Hopping off the table, Avery directed Sam, Get
dressed. We leave in five minutes.

Sams emotions already reeled beyond the liking
stages of a relationship. 

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What do you want to do this weekend?

Whip this place into shape?

I thought is was whipped?

Entering the bedroom, Matt replies, Now those dont
belong there.

Sideswiping Steve, Matt heads for the pants hanging
over the chair. 

Its a start for me, though.

Smiling at Steve, Matt says, I know it is. Im real
proud of you, Steve.

You are? The face lit up from the temporary frown.

Yep.

After hanging the pants in the closet, Matt began to
show Steve how proud he was of the two hundred and two
pound muscled jock.

Matt?

Yes, Steve?

Lets get into bed. I want to run something by you.

Would that be your ass?

Hmm.. Steve gestured, wiggling his eyebrows.
Later.

Both watched, as each thumbed their briefs, stripping
them down over their thighs. Each held them up, as if
to say where do they belong?

Here, Ill take them tonight.

As Steve surrendered his briefs, Matt took a whiff of
the crotch.

Kinky, are we? Steve joked.

To Matt though, not at all. He loved the scent of
man-briefs. He dropped his briefs into the hamper
first, no big deal. But before letting 
Steves low rise 2xists drop, he brought the part
that touches his shaft up to his nostrils and breathed
it in deeply. 

Mmmmmmm! He savored the aroma.

Maybe we should have it canned into air freshener?

Yeah, okay, Matt replied, knowing Steve came to
fetch him.

A foot to the pedal brought the lid up and the scented
fabric dropped into the bin. As Steve turned to report
back to the bedroom, Matt followed the sexy glutes.
Thinking about the rear form, his cock twitched, his
hand keeping it firm. His thoughts switched to the
spoils of war; invasion, capture, conquer.

As they climbed into bed, Matt informed Steve,
Whatever it is you want to say to me, Steve, you had
better hurry.

With a grin that resembled an 88 key grand piano,
Steves hand made an assessment of the situation.

That was fast.

I cant help it if you have a hot ass, Steve.

Like I have a choice?

Well, you could save what you had to say, till
later.

I suppose whats fair is fair.

And thats supposed to mean what, Steve?

Its not like I gave you a choice last night, now did
I Matthew?

Again Steve wiggled those eyebrows, creating a clear
message. A small amount of lip-locking and Matt had
Steve flat out on his back.

Um, youre going to be gentle.. um, right?

Im shorter than you, Steve.

Im 8.5. What are you?

You know how long you are, Steve?

I measured.

How kinky!

At least I dont go around sniffing crotches.

That gave Matt a wicked, wicked idea. So, he was a few
pounds lighter, but still had the element of surprise
in his favor. Jumping upon Steve, his ass on his
chest, he surrounded the muscle jocks shoulders with
his knees, pinning him to the sheet.

Heeeeeey. Whats this? What about fucking me?

After we get a little kinky?

Kinky? What tha.

Actually, Steve thought it erotic, to have Matts
hairy balls lying right on top of his nostrils. 

His hand reaching behind himself, massaging Steves
balls, Matt found no coercion necessary, demanding,
Sniff my crotch!

Oooooooooooooh! Matt sighed.

Sensing Steves following up on the order, the
twenty-four year old began enjoying the wet tongue
being forced in between his jock balls. 
His hands moved to his own thighs. Leaning back,
Matthews barreling 8c really began to feel  the
pressure to his left ballsac, lodged in between
Steves lips, as he sucked on the luscious treat.

Ooooooh that feels so.. soooo awesome!
Matt complained of the sweet torture. 

About five minutes later Matt drew up a new score of
complaints.

My turn!

%


Continued.

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