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

%

Back in his office, Steve began placing his personal
items in a box. On his desk, lay the memo of his
promotion and a directive for moving to his new
office, in the executive wing, on the fifth floor.

Excuse me? Came the pleasant voice.

Two gentle knocks on the open door to Steves office,
a nice looking guy enters.

Yes?

With a hand extended, The names Alex Brilland, the
black haired man introduces himself.

Taking his hand, Steves will wants more.

Its a pleasure to meet you Mr. Kestner.

So, you already know who I am.

Yes. During my interview, they let on that I would be
working with you.

Oh, so then youre not going to work in this office.

Shrugging his shoulders, Alex replies, Of that Im
not sure. The lady down at the reception area told me
you would be in this office and to follow you around.

Hmm, Steve silently thought. Theres a couple of
intimate places hed like to lead Alex!

Well, this are my last few moments in this office, so
dont get too comfortable.

Looking Steve over, Alex thought of a lot of
comfortable positions he could find comfort.

Do you need any help?

Got muscles?

I really believe thats what cinched the job.

Oh? Just what we need around here. Another muscle
jock. I hope youre different than some of the other
airheads around here!

Mr. Kestner, I can assure you...

Its Steve.

Yes, Steve. Um, Im really happy theres a gym here
to use, but I dont abuse company time. I mean, Ive
got a house in the burbs and a wife to support,
plus....

Even though he remained totally contented with Matt,
the thoughts of Alex being married cooled his jets
some.

Whats the matter?

Matter? Nothing. Why do you ask, Alex?

Never mind.

Okay. If you dont mind, I could use some muscle
action with this box.

Steve picked the boxed goods up off his desk, handing
it to Alex. One arm pressed against the Frenchmans
belly, as he grabbed the sides. Alex pressed his knee
up, to get leverage, placing his thigh at the bottom.
When he did this, Steves arm pushed downwards,
pressing against Alexs crotch.

Oops! Sorry about that, Steve said, feeling his
knuckles against Alexs shaft and balls.

He quickly withdrew his arm and let Alex fend for
himself.

No problem, Steve, Alex smiled, face reddish, as if
he had been the instigator.

I didnt mean to.. I didnt want the box to slip
and... well...

No problem, Steve. Im sure you didnt do it on....

Alex halted his gut reaction, staring at Steve.

Instead, Steve finished the sentence, On purpose?

Ignoring the whole situation, Alex replied, So, what
floor will my cubicle be on?

Cubicle?

I suppose you didnt get wind of any of this, but Im
your new secretary.

Secretary, huh?

Steve looks over the memo about his promotion.

Oh, there it is. Hee hee... I better get used to
reading the fine print. Theres your name, right on
the bottom... Alexander F. Brilland.

Except I prefer Alex and leave out the F.

Rather than leave it out, Steve would love to put it
in. What a horny character!

No problem. Let me grab my laptop and fan, then well
be on our way.

Take your time, Steve.

Going to the closet, Steve bent down to take the fan,
an indespensable part of his office supplies. Alex was
glad the box was in front of his crotch. The curvature
of Steves dress slacks began to turn him on.

Thatll do it, I suppose.

Heading out of the office, the two boarded the
elevator.

Looks like youve got a lot of memories in here.

Oh shit! Steve thought, I hope he doesnt see it!

Right after he said it, he sensed it was already
spotted, when Alexs face turned red and his stare
into the bottom of the box, was highly intent.

Hee hee... I guess youre wondering what...

Of course Alex spotted the tan colored dildo in the
box. He had one just like it, in the toolbox, located
in the basement of his house, back in the burbs. To
save Steves embarrassment, he picked up on the box of
pencils.

Um yeah, Steve.. Ah, I didnt think people used
pencils anymore.

Pencils?

Yeah. The box says five hundred?

Oh that! Yeah, pencils. Ahem! Yeah, well they give
them to us whether we order them or not.

Steve sighed with relief. The elevator doors popped
open. 

Oops! Wrong floor, Steve quipped.

Down the hall, they heard, Hold the elevator!

In walked Jordan Soto and Emilio Vasquez. It was
evident they had been in the gym, since the elevator
stopped at the workout complex, located on the lower
level.

Hey Steve, congratulations on the promotion!

Thanks Emilio. Whos your friend?

Since Jordan was not employed by Advantage Exercise
Equipment, he didnt have the traditional wardrobe. In
place of the suit, dress shirt, tie and dress shoes,
he wore only a tank top, gym shorts, socks and
sneakers. Over his shoulder was a Nike bag.

Jordan Soto, he introduced himself, first shaking
Steve hand, then lingering a bit longer with Alexs.

Brilland, thats French, isnt it?

Oui, oui, Alex returned the answer, though he didnt
have an accent.

So, are you two, Steve stopped short with his
sentence, remembering Alex wasnt versed on the gay in
crowd at the office.

Nah, Emilio replied.

Totally honest, Jordan says, No, regarding his
relationship with Emilio, even though he just fucked
him over for forty-five minutes, Im Josh Coursons
boyfriend.

Disregarding the gay reference, Steve comments,
Yes, now I remember. At the hospital. Raavis nurse.

Already Alex had his opinions. Even though bisexual,
he had a keen sense of gaydar.

So, youre gay? He directs to Jordan.

Emilio, thinking Alex asked him, replies with Jordan,
Yes.

Hey, I have no problem with it, Alex tells them,
adding, Free country. Anybody can be what they want.

And you? Jordan asks Alex.

Married, Alex replied.

Emilio states, I dont think thats what Jordan was
getting at.

Alex repeats, Im married.

Going out on a limb, Jordan takes his hand and slides
in, between Alexs shirt and jacket, cupping his right
pec.

Oooooh shit! Alex sighs.

Steve blurts out, a little pissed, Hey, Jordan, what
the fuck you think youre doing?

Sorry, Jordan replies, quickly withdrawing the hand.

With a grin, again reflecting that embarrassing color,
Alex tells Steve, Its okay.

This time, Jordan is a little bolder, pressing his
body against the box, as he moves in to score a kiss.

Fuck! Is all Steve says, when Jordans and Alexs
lips meet.

Emilio laughs his ass off, then kids Steve, Im
willing if you are!

Breaking the sweet welcoming gesture to the newly
hired secretary, Jordan busts Emilio, saying, I just
fucked your ass for an hour, glutton!

Alex was really beginning to like the idea of working
at A.E.E.!

%

Ohh..ooooh...oooooohhh... Seb groaned, doubled up on
the bench, with Joshs cock implanted in his ass
chamber.

Youre sooooo nice and tight, Seb.

Half dilirious with the slow in and out massage, the
nineteen year old hardly heard a word.

That is until Josh commented, I could get sooooo used
to this.

Me too, he countered.

Sebs legs almost touched his own chest, as Josh
leaned forward, to take in a sweet kiss.

Mmmmmm, came Sebs response.

Backing off, Josh let his cock retreat, pulling out of
his job trainees ass.

Ooooooooh, Seb sighed, disappointed, feeling the
evacuation leaving his ass empty.

Standing there, twenty-four year old Josh Courson let
his wet 8.5c hang down, smiling.

Just when it was getting good.

I know. To be continued. Lets hit the shower.

Taking a small, blue plastic box from his locker, Josh
left Seb lying on the bench.

You coming, Seb?

Yeah, I suppose, he replied, still in the reverie of
the unfinished fuck.

When he stood, walked, for the first time he sensed
how it felt to walk after getting fucked. He wondered
if it hurt worse after getting pounded. Seb hoped he
would find out later tonight. Stepping into the steamy
shower, he followed the sound of the only shower,
slapping its jets over another human. 

Like it?

You bet. Um, Josh?

Yeah, Seb?

What did you mean by to be continued?

Here, soap up my back? Josh asked, taking the cake
of soap out of the blue box.

Sure.

Beyond the fuck, the nineteen year old slowly drew
interest in Joshs body, above their beltlines. With
one hand, he soaped up the wide shoulder blades,
feeling around each deltoid, as if da Vinci, sculpting
one of his masterpieces. 

Oh man that feels so fucking good, Josh followed
with a long sigh, arching his back.

Thanks, Seb replied, getting more aggressive,
working his hands down to Joshs latissmus.

Placing his arms up, Josh pressed forward, the front
of his bod inches from the tiled wall. His arms up,
his hands moved in front of his head, his forehead
resting on them. Seb followed as if in sync with a
dance partner, his hands playing up and down Joshs
soapy back. 

Oh-man-oh-man, Josh repeated over and over,
absorbing the reverbs of the hot body massage.

Wanting to pleasure Josh even more, Seb greased up his
already rock hard cock, with the soap. Taking it in
one hand, he rubbed it against ass.

Snapping his head over his shoulder, Josh sternly told
Seb, I dont get fucked, if thats what your
intentions are!

Completely backing off, soap still in one hand, his
cock in the other, Seb replies, I wasnt thinking of
that.

Turning, Josh realizes the innocence of Sebs
statement. Smiling, he closes in on the teen, hands
going to his biceps, feeling them up. Wet head to wet
head, he moves in for a kiss.

Sorry, he almost inaudibly concedes, before
connecting.

Seb drops the soap.

%

I was hoping I could stay with you, Matt.

Boone, I wish you could, but I just moved in with
Steve.

I know and I dont want to ruin it for you. Ive got
about a thousand bucks saved up.

But you need that for tuition, right?

Yeah, but I suppose I could rent a room someplace and
work a year before....

Oh no you dont. I promised myself that you wouldnt
do what I have to do, Boone and Im sticking to it.

But Matt, what else am I gonna do? We dont have many
choices.

The two, sitting at the kitchen table, boy-talking
over a package of Oreos and half gallon of fat free
milk, try to talk out the odds.

Maybe I can pay Steve rent for a week, sleep on the
sofa?

Matt chews, thinking of Boones proposition. For sure
he has a good thing going with Steve, but his only
brother means the world to him, as well.

Boone, when Steve gets home, let me talk with him
alone.

Yeah, sure.

Looking at each other, both in briefs, nothing else,
smile.

Whats that look for?

Remember when we both found out we were gay, Matt?

Yeah? he returned, with a smile attached.

I had an immediate crush on you.

Same here. I mean, who else did I know who was gay?

Ditto, the eighteen year old brother went on,
Yknow, Matt, I always dreamed that you and I would
live our lives out together.

You mean as lovers?

Yup. When you went to off to college...

Like a romance gone wrong, this is where Boone began
to get choked up. 

I... I missed you, Matt... I still miss you.

Getting up from the table, Matt walked around the
circumference of the table. Kneeling down next to his
brother, he surrounded his body with warmth, hugging
him closely. One thing led to another. Matt began
wiping away Boones tears, then slowly closed in on
his lips. He couldnt help himself. This is how their
close, brotherly relationship existed.

Come on, Matt ended the sweet affection with. The
housecleaning can wait.

Led by the hand, he took his brother back upstairs.

%

Enjoying the gym? Max Verraros chided.

Looking upon his newly acquired friend, Michael Metz,
working out with Rick Rhodes, he stoked his cock.
Faced down, Rick pumped up and down, doing pushups. 

I could get used to this boy, the thirty year old
pleasurably replied to Maxs inquiry.

Lying down on the blue gym mat, Michaels bod aligned
with Ricks so that each pump of his hydraulic arms,
lifted his mouth up down the hard shaft.

Told you I was willing to share.

Yeah, but for what price?

I didnt mention anything like that, Michael.

Everyman has his price and for sure, youre not going
to let a muscled slab of beef like this one go for
nothing.

Arms on his hips, one feeling up his chest, a hand on
a pec, toying with his nips through his tank top, the
chief of A.E.E. lays out the option.

Come work for me.

I aint nobodys slave.

Now youve gone and done it. Hurt my integrity,
Michael.

On like his two hundredth pushup, Rick slows the pace.
Michael withdraws his hands from behind his head,
rises from the reclining position and grabs Ricks
sweaty mane.

Did I tell you you could slow down, boy? 

It bought Rick some rest time, as Michaels tug on his
head pulled him off the tall stalk.

No, sir.

I think he needs a rest, Michael.

Youre right. Doggie style, boy.

Rick responds, getting on all fours. Michael moves to
Ricks rear with his already well-lubed cock. 

Oh man..

What? Max inquires, as Michael stares at Ricks ass.

These glutes are too good to pass up, Michael
replies, rubbing his hand over the round cheeks.

Yeah, nice ass, huh?

Damn nice. I prefer a smooth ass.. more fun for..

With an evil grin, Michael looks up Max.

What? Max stands there with a look of puzzlement.

Hold on a sec. Be right back.

Both Rick and Max watch as Michael heads over to where
the weights are stored. Returning, the two look at the
weight belt in his hand.

Max confides in Rick, Looks like you wouldnt be
sitting down for the rest of the day, Rick?

His question came more as wanting a reaction from
Rick. Whevener they played together, Max always asked
his play partner if something was alright to focus on,
like the bondage, gut punching or nip play. Michael
was assuming it would be alright to whip Ricks ass
with the weight lifting belt.

No offense, Max, but Michaels hot.

Turn you on, does he?

Id like to feel that big fist in my gut!

Be careful what you wish for Rick. You might be
feeling it up your ass!

Hell, I wouldnt oppose that either.

Good thing youre a glutton for punishment, Rick. I
have a feeling that hes not going to hold back with
that belt.

Rick didnt get a chance to respond, as Michael
returned, both hands feeling up the leathery
implement.

Brace yourself, boy.

Being the executive gym, no one was about except the
three. Still kneeling, Ricks body sweated, both from
the bj pushups and now the anticipation of his ass
getting whipped with the leather weight lifting belt.
Naked from head to toe, every follicle of dark brown
hair on his chest, stomach, pubes and ass, as well as
forearms, pits and elsewhere, glistened with sweat.
His head resembled coming out from a shower. Michael,
shortless, peeled his tank top off. Picking up the
belt, he doubled it in half, matching up the two
smaller ends. For starters, he rubbed the leather over
Ricks glutes.

How many you figure this boy can take? Michael
inquired of Max.

I dont rightly know. The only time I whipped Rick
was on his back and chest.

Hmm... Ill file that for future reference.

Standing up, Michael moved the belt behind him. 

Before delivering the first strike against Ricks ass,
he announced, Well start with an easy ten.

Max looked down at Rick, for his reaction, but there
wasnt any, as he stare at the mat.

Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Rick screamed out as the
belt pelted his ass, across both cheeks.

Count them out, boy! Michael ordered.

One, Rick complied, then ranted, Akkkkkkkkk, as
the second tanned his hide. Two.

Rubbing Ricks already red glutes, Michael complained,
Terrible manners, boy. What about thanking your
master!

With each subsequent lash of the leather weight
lifting belt against Ricks ass, shaking every muscle
in his body, his uttering of pain followed with the
number of the lash and his grateful attitude. After
all ten had been carried out, properly responded to,
Michael put down the belt and slowly fed his swollen,
10c into the bright red crevice.


%

So, are there any other gay guys here, Steve?

Departing company with Jordan and Emilio, Alex begins
grilling his new boss.

Why? Looking for a hot fuck? Steve questioned. 

At first Alex just stood there, smiling. Even though
he had more or less admitted his either gay or at
least bi intent, he turned a red hue.

I dunno, he evaded giving a yes vote of
confidence.

Heres our floor, became a convenient delusion for
Steve.

A few doors down and they entered their new working
habitat.

Nice office you have, Steve.

Me? Mine? Got news for you. This is the reception
area.

No way. This is a lot bigger than I used to... have.

Detecting something strange, Steve wondered whether to
pry or leave it til later. He opted for the latter.

Shall we see whats in store for me? Im sure that
box is getting heavy.

That wasnt an option for Alex. Right now the only
thing that mattered was his erection had subsided. So
was the case. He set the box down on Steves new desk.
Visibly, he rearranged his package. 

Oh shit! Alex said out loud, looking down.

Giggling, Steve told him, I knew that fan would come
in handy.

Huh? Alex questioned, looking at Steve, taking the
fan out of the box.

Take your pants off.

What?

Hee hee... no. That didnt come across quite right.

Steve, are you.... gay?

A loud laugh pierced the quiet office.

You are? For real?

Steve nodded a yes.

Cool, Alex replied, then tried hiding his
excitement, I mean thats... um, nice.

Then, removing his jacket, Steve sat in his new chair,
trying it out for the first time, legs spread, arms
behind his head, flaunting the perspired armpits.

Now that we know what I am. What are you?

I told you. Im married. Bisexual.

Are you sure about that, Alex?

Sure Im sure. Why, Steve?

Seems like youre awfully interested in the male of
the species, thats all.

Well yeah, sure. When Im around men, thats how it
is.

And except from being at home, how much are you
around men?

Sitting on the edge of Steves enormous, long mahogany
desk, Alex perched his ass, thinking.

I used to go to a gym, then theres the tennis club,
occassional golf, though I wasnt too cool on that
sport. I only went to the club, because....

Steve smiled, watching Alex go on and on and on,
chattering about his social life, taking the account
of his mostly male life.

....then theres shopping and...

Alex dead-stopped in the middle of his eloquent
speech, his arms folded across his middle, smiling.

And?

Oh nothing.

Got the hots for a special man?

Hell no! Alex replied.

Steve knew that look.

So, who is he?

Ive never met him.

So, at least you admit youre turned on by a man?

Interruption can come at such sweet moments.

How do you like your new office?

Nice Max, Steve jumped to his feet, grabbing his
coat to put on.

Forget the jacket, Steve. Youre more appealing
without it, anyways. Whos this?

My new secretary, that you hired, Max?

Of course. Whats your name? Max inquired of Alex.

Alex Brilland, sir.

Immediately Max liked Alex, for the manner of reply!

Max, Steve now addressed the head honcho,
nonchalantly as if a close friend, have you seen
Rick? He was supposed to help me with my things.

Rick is in the executive gym, entertain... I mean
showing a new employee the ropes.. I mean around.

Steve wasnt any dumb bunny. He knew something was up.

No matter. Alex came to introduce himself, in the
nick of time.

At first, Max wondered about the twenty-seven year
old, but confirmed his own conclusions, when he
spotted what seemed to be a glistening liquid at the
base of the zippered crotch. 

Well, Ive got to be going. Ill be back another time
to check up on things.

Oh, you wouldnt be needing to check up on me, Max.
Then, as if to doubly send a message, Steve reinforced
his position, As for Alex, Ill be filling out all
his reviews, etc., etc.

Abruptly Max left the office. Steve was proud of
himself for standing up to him!

Um, do you really want me take my pants off, Steve?

Nah. Wishful thinking.. hee hee... just stand in
front of the fan.

They arent really that wet.

Its up to you. I dont want you going home and your
wife spotting that wet spot.

She wouldnt. Shes not home.

She works, then and you get home first?

She travels a lot. Shes away for the week.

Wherever his next thought came from, Steve couldnt
figure.

Why dont you come over for dinner then?

Seducing your secretary already, Steve? Alex asked,
with a wry smile.

I didnt let you in on the other little secret. Im
partnered!

Ouch! Alex confessed the fool hes made of himself.

Its okay. Happens to all of us, some time or
another, Alex.

Looks like Im not winning any brownie points my
first day.

I dont know about that, Alex. You hit if off pretty
well with Jordan Soto!

Oh thanks, Steve.

Looking down at himself, Alex checks his crotch, to
see if the fan has dried it.

Still wet? Steve asks, sitting upright in his chair.

With an evil curve, Alex tempts him, See for
yourself, why dont you?

Steve sits there, a smile on his lips, contemplating.
Standing there before him, estimating him at about
510 tall, 185 pounds, hair as black as coal, the
definitely handsome features modeled from the French
culture, he swallows.

Nah, sorry Steve. Stupid remark, Alex changes his
mind.

I dont think its so stupid, a smile backed up
Steves statement.

Getting up from his chair, Steve stands directly in
front of Alex. Starring into each others eyes, Alex
suddenly looks down, at the touch of Steves hand to
his suit pants.

Not bad, he tells Alex.

Then, his hand senses the enclosed contents. 

Ooooooooh, Alex sighs when Steve molds his hand
around the outline of the thick formation.

Releasing Alexs crotch, Steve turns, goes to the
door, making sure its secure.

What are you doing, Steve?

Smiling, he replies, Getting to know my secretary
better.

Walking towards Alex, Steve begins to untie the knot
in his tie.

But Steve.... Alex slightly protests, watching Steve
unbutton his shirt.

Its what you want too, isnt it Alex?

Hell yeah! He admits, his hand on his crotch.

With his shirt open, draping over his waist, Steve
Kestner flaunts his golden-covered chest of hair, the
strip straight down his stomach, the deep innie, his
golden fleece swirling around it, revealing a darker
treasure trail that dips below the beltline.

You... youre gorgeous! Alex exclaims, holding both
shides of Steves shirt up, as if window shopping.

And what about you? Steve prods, loosening Alexs
tie for him, as Alex peels back his suit jacket. 

Taking the upper hand, Steve holds the two ends of the
tie, reeling Alex in for a kiss. As he works over the
twenty-seven year olds lips, his hands busy
themselves removing the tie, unbuttoning and then
peeling the shirt off over Alexs muscled shoulders,
as if undressing a banana, letting the peel slip down
his back.

Nice. Real nice, Steve says, as if complimenting
Alex on the dark fur that covers his pecs. Nice pelt
of fur, after rubbing his hand across the worked out
pectorals.

Ooooooh, Alex sighs, feeling Steves hand rub across
his hairy chest, glazing over his perky nips.

Backing off, Steve hints Alex, unbuckling his belt. 

Are you a top or bottom, Steve?

Get your pants off and Ill show you, stud!

Steve doesnt even question himself, of where all this
top, macho attitude is strewn from. Instead he goes
with the flow, kicking his shoes off, dropping his
pants, thumbs lowering the briefs, letting his already
stiff 9c, popping out.

Eyes glued to Steves crotch, Alex licks his lips,
asking, Um, is it alright if I suck you, Steve?

Smiling, as if Max Verraro, on that same day that
Steve was humiliated, he himself stands in front of
Alex, going through the same motions. His hands on
Alexs shoulders, he presses the hairy muscle jock
down to his knees. Sighs of pleasurable agony fill the
room as his secretarys mouth engulfs his shaft.

Oh man... dont tell me you havent done this
before, Steve insinuates.

% 

26 Continued.

© 2006  T. Chase McPhee 
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