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

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I smell something good!

Im boiling a pot of your smelly socks, to get the
dirt out, Steve.

Really? Steve replies, peering over Matts shoulder,
clothed in only an apron.

Nah. Oatmeal. I hope you like it.

Im sure if you made it, Ill like it.

However, Steve more so liked nibbling on his mates
ear, then trying to get his attention for some
liplocking.

If I leave this without stirring, itll get lumpy and
burned.

I get the message, turning off the affection.

You look nice today, Steve.

Thanks, hon. I even checked twice to make sure I
buttoned up correctly.

Lemme see.

You dont trust me?

Sure I do, but it gives me extra recourse to check
out your jock body.

What about the oatmeal?

Answering Steves question, Matt dumped out the hot
cereal into two bowls. Steve stood there, letting Matt
check out the wardrobe. 

Holding Steves crotch in his hand, feeling up the big
orbs and softness, Matt says, Everything checks out
down here.

I suppose that means my zipper is up?

Up, yes, but I think I should check out if its in
good working order, Steve.

With a smile on his face, Matt grabs the little metal
tab and unzips, then zips it back up.

I dont know what it is about the sound of a zipper
that drives a guy wild.

Then standing back, hands on his hips, Matt tells
Steve, I hope you are not going to let this boss of
your intimidate you anymore, Steve.

Oh, he was just playing around.

Sounds more serious to me, when he locks you two
behind closed doors and starts giving you orders,
Steve. Um, did you really like it?

Grinning, Steves face told it all.

Im not the only one hes treated like that.

But youre not just anyone, Steve. Youre my guy and
I dont want you treated like that anymore. If this
Max character has a problem with it, then he can come
see me.

Steves mouth formed an o, at the audacious comment.

Dont let this jerk get away with it Steve.

But I I

You like it, right Steve?

He smiled his best yes.

All I can say Steve, is youve got to make a choice.

Choice, Matt? What do mean?

Well, its obvious that your boss intended on
carrying this further, inviting no, demanding that
you go to his place last night. Plus, Im sure when
you didnt show that he spent a lonely evening,
planning some type of revenge.

Revenge? Nah.

Revenge, yes. Mark my words, Steve that today in the
office, hes going to have some type of humiliation
scheme up his sleeve and you better not cave in or
Ill Ill.

Yeah? Youll what? Steve looked almost cheerful at
Matts threat.

Matt wasnt any dumb bunny. For sure he had a major
crush on Steve. He didnt want anything interfering
with that. If it meant giving Steve what he wanted, by
other means, then Matt was game. Looking up into
Steves, eyes, the oatmeal began to go cold, as he
unlatched Steves belt buckle, sliding the dressy
leather belt from its loops. 

Doubling the belt in half, Matt reports, If you dont
behave yourself, Steve, Im going to have to take
matters into my own hands!

Hell yeah! Steve shouted out.

Matt didnt really need the vocal response, as he
peered at the bulge in Steves pants, behind the
zipper. Reaching out, he grabbed the forming erection.

Oooooooh, Steve sighed.

Turn you on, Steve?

What?

Dont play dumb. Take off the jacket and drop the
pants.

Drop my pants? But.

Now! Matt shouted, as if the angry master.

This only drove Steve onward. Matt moved the bowls of
oatmeal from the table.

Over the table.

But. Steve protested, even though he really wanted
to beg for it.

With his tie doubling up on the checkerboard table
cover, his chest and stomach planted against the
kitchen table, his brief-covered ass poked up in the
air.

Now, if you dont stand up to this Max character, Im
gonna pound these glutes tonight, Steve Matt rubbed
the leather belt over the cloth-covered mounds.

Oooooooooooh, Steve gasped, as if a cock felt up his
ass.

And I expect a full report, Steve.

Okayoooooooooooooooooooowch! Ooooh oooh I cant
believe you did it!

With a wry smile, Matt says, Like you hated it,
Steve?

Looking back over his shoulder, Steves face reflected
the horrible lash that swept across his ass.

Um, are you going to really whip my ass if I dont
stand up to Verraros?

Throwing the belt on the table, Matt replied, Might
just do it anyway. Now get your carcass off the table
and pull up those pants. Im sure the oatmeal is
cold.

Steve went to work, stuffing his firm meat back into
his jock briefs, reassembling himself, as Matt headed
to the microwave with the two bowls.

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Gmornin, the six foot, hundred and sixty-nine
pound exec greeted his new right hand man.

Yeah, it sure is, Rick Rhodes replied, smile on his
face.

Sun shining through the blinds, across the bed,
greeted the two, rays traversing the two muscled
bodies.

Hows the abs?

Fine.

Told you those hot abs could take more of an
assault.

Like youre not going to have the rest of your life
to play with them?

The two, side by side, closed up the gap between them,
to imbibe in a luscious lip-lock.

Separating, Max states, I suppose we better get a
move on it.

As the two exited the bed, Ricks hand felt up his
stomach.

Mushy?

Not really.

Let me see.

Max touched the sixpack, darting his fingers in and
out of the jocks stomach.

Oooooh Rick replied.

Tender, Id say. I think we should lay off the gut
punching for awhile.

Oooooh, the twenty-six year old whined, as if a six
year old.

Look, well alternate.

Alternate, Max? What does that mean? Rick looked
baffled.

Just what it sounds like. Tonight you work my abs.

Work, your abs, but.

Giggling, Max replied, Yeah, well, you arent the
only muscle stud around here that likes their abs
tested.

But but I cant do you, Max.

Why not, Rick?

Because youre the the dominant.

So, you put the harness and chaps on, the boots and
you become the dominant, Rick.

But

Youll do it, wouldnt you?

Do I have to? Rick replied, again the juvenile
demeanor.

No. Never mind. Well find somebody else to do it.
Perhaps one of the men from the club.

Club? What club?

Smirking, Max replies, See, youre getting into a
relationship and you dont know everything about me.

I know I love you.

Sparking another go around at the lip-locking, they
put the subject at rest for now and hit the shower. 

Heres some coffee, Rick offered the cup to Max, who
was shaving.

Id like to do your body sometime.

Do my bod? You worked over my abs, fucked me what
else?

Soap up that chest and stomach and shave it.
Then, a few fingers poking Rick in the navel, feeling
up the swirl of dark brown hair around his navel, he
entertains the thoughts, yeah, shave around your
bellyhole and carve out a nice defined trail.

I kind of like the idea.

Like it? Yeah right, Rick, Max replied, holding his
firm cock in his hand.

Well, Ive seen other guys getting their bodies
shaved.

Where?

College. The swim team. They figured anything that
dragged them down, they could remedy, so the coach had
them shave their chests, stomachs.

And?

Giggling, Rick says, They did each other. Sometimes
one of the guys would go overboard with the cream and
razor. Some got their crotch and balls shaved.

Oh? That all?

No. Shaved ass, pits.

And how did you find it?

A major turn on. I often thought about joining the
swim team, after that first time, seeing those
chiseled bodies smooth.

You werent on the swim team?

Hell no, though at times like that, I wished. Nah,
track was more my thing.

Oh I get it. So, being on the track team gave you
access to the lockerrooms, huh?

Yup.

Smart man. Thats why I picked up you for my right
hand man, Rick.

Oh? You mean it wasnt only for this hot jock body?

Wiping the cream from his face, with the towel, Max
turns, caressing his new live-in lover.

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Hey, Luis Luis, wake up.

With a sweet smile gracing his face, the Latino slowly
awoke.

Jordan?

Realizing he was asleep against Raavis chest, Luis
hops off the side of the bed.

The guard.  He say I can.

Whoa, Luis. You dont have to explain it to me.

I dont?

Nope. Where do you think Josh and I were last night?

You sleep two together?

Gathering some used supplies, Jordan winks, as he
leaves the room.

Did you like it, Luis?

Yup, the Latino coins the pleasurable response.

Me too. Luis, where do you live?

Anyplace.

Anyplace? Dont you have a room or apartment?

No. Some of the time I live under a bridge.

Under a bridge? What bridge?

By the river.

Before they could get into discussion, Officer
Campbell Goodall reported to pick up his charge.

Sleep good? He asked, with his own hidden reference
of agenda.

Si, Luis replied, buttoning up the front of his
wrinkled shirt.

You make a nice couple, Camp replies to the obvious
nice remark.

Gracias, Luis replies.

Raavi smiles, until he hears Camp tell Luis something.

I heard the doctor say you can be discharges, Luis. I
also know it doesnt give me pleasure saying this,
but I know youre in this country illegally and

They sent me back to Mexico?

Noooo, please dont, Raavi interferes.

Acting sympathetic, Camp replies, Sorry, but thats
the law. Soon, Ill have to take you down town, get
your statement, but

Noooo, please dont, Raavi again intervenes,
steeping out of bed even though his arm pains him.

I hate this as much as you do, but the law is the
law.

Can you wait outside for a moment, Officer? Raavi
eyes beg, as well as his words.

I guess I can give you a few.

As soon as the door closes, Raavi informs Luis, Help
me get dressed.

Que? Luis asks, to the why.

The jon. Its connected to the room on the other side
of this one.

Who is John?

The toilet. Cmon Luis. Im not letting you go back
to Mexico.

With the hospital garb removed, Raavi stands there in
his briefs.

Hairy! is the first thing out of Luis mouth.

Raavi stifles his readiness, as Luis stands there,
looking over the dark, black hair covering Raavis
chest, the dark defined trail down his stomach,
caressing his deep navel, the elastic waist band
capturing the hairy mass below.

Do you like smooth guys?

I like hair on a guy. Nice, Raavi says, running his
hand over the course pecs.

Looking down upon himself, Raavi replies, Well, you
better stop that before I throw a boner!

Both laugh, then hustle to get Raavis bad arm into
the sleeve of his shirt. A major turn on is in the
works, as Luis assembles most of Raavis wardrobe.

I hope I can taste it.

Taste what, Luis?

Then realizing what he said, which embarrasses, he
fucks it, saying, Your body hair.

As soon as we get home.

Home?

Smiling, Raavi takes Luis shoulders and leans in,
kissing the Latino.

Cmon, He replies, making a break for the jon.

%


Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
This story may not be sold or made part of any
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