Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 07:36:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reflex <reflex012004@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Trapped Muscle-Cop' Part 2 {Reflex} (M^M bd nc reluc)

Disclaimer: If you are under 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
material of this kind where you live, then please stop now.  This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between men.  It is entirely a
work of fictional entertainment.

Trapped Muscle-Cop, Part 2
By Reflex (reflex012004@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2005


Part 2: "Damn That's Tight"

In they went, Officer Martino leading the way down the hall.  He made more
noise than he wanted to with the pushing of the heavy doors.  Finally, they
got to the big steel door leading down to the underground basement.  With a
heave, Tony pulled it open.  He couldn't help looking at his muscles
flexing as he did it.  He signaled for Tom to follow.  "Come on, quiet."
It was hard to see the steps without a light.  Tony wanted the element of
surprise, but he also didn't want to fall on his head, so he pulled out his
small police-issue flashlight, turned it on and headed down.

When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Tony could see a dim light
coming from under a door on the far right-hand wall of the room they were
now in.  He went off in that direction.  Tom followed, but by this point he
was almost wrecked with excitement.  He could barely suppress a gleeful
giggle as he watched the young muscle-stud in front of him walk towards the
door.  Tom's eyes fixed on that full round bubble butt.  He sure hoped Rick
was ready.

Tony slowly opened the door.  He looked in and couldn't see anything but
bare floor and cans of motor oil lined against the wall straight ahead.
The light seemed to be coming from off to the right around the corner.  He
put the flashlight away, stepped to the corner, and peeked around.
"Hmmmph, what the hell...?"

Tony saw no sign of another person.  Instead, he saw a large metal chair
with black leather or vinyl padding.  It looked like an old barber's chair,
or maybe a dentist's, he wasn't sure.  There was an old beat-up wooden
table behind it.  It had a cardboard box on it, a can of oil, and some
other things he couldn't make out.  "Are those feathers," Tony wondered to
himself?

Tom was right behind Tony, almost touching him.  This didn't register with
Tony one bit as it was exactly where he expected Tom to be... following
him.  Casually as could be Tom's right hand slipped onto the handle of the
revolver in Tony's gun belt.  Tony started to walk over to the chair.  As
he did so his gun just slipped right out.  He was so transfixed with the
objects in the room, he barely noticed.  He did notice though, finally, and
quickly turned around.

'Hey, what the fuck are you doooo....."

"Quiet down cop," Rick stated loudly.

"Whoa... now... hang on... just wait a minute here... what the f..."

"HEY, DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME," Rick shouted, interrupting Tony.

Tony looked stunned.  He looked over at Tom who was pointing his gun at
him.  Tom had a big grin on his face.  Rick was smirking.  "That's better
muscle-cop.  Yeah, you just settle down and be a good boy.  You are right
where you need to be.  All those muscles packed into that tight sexy
uniform of yours.  You are one handsome stud, I'll give you that.  Not the
brightest though, are you dude?  No back up?"

"None," answered Tom.

"Goooood.  It's just us down in this nice, cool basement, away from
everyone and everything.  Not even near a busy street.  Not that it would
matter since being underground, with all those doors separating us from the
outside, no one can see us or hear us."

Tony gulped.  "What do you guys want?  What is this?  What are you gonna
do?"

"Noowwww, don't you worry 'bout a thing," Tom said gleefully.  "We just
wanna have some fun.  We're gonna take good care of ya.  Yeah, real good
care, nice an gentle-like, giving you just what you deserve, you cocky
dumbshit.  In fact, I got the feeling, while talking to you that we might
be about to give you not only what you deserve, but what you need.  At
least, if it ain't what you're needing yet, it will be by the time we are
through.  But by then it will be too late, buddy.  You will be squirming in
the exquisiteness of your pleasureful humiliation.  Ha ha ha!"

"My humil... pleasu... squirm... ohhh, nooooooooooooooooo, come on guys,
what are ya gonna do.  Whatever it is, ya can't do it!  I'm a cop for
chrissakes!  You are already in serious trouble and if this doesn't stop
now, things can only get worse for you."

Rick reached over and pulled on Tony's badge, reading his name out loud.
"Officer Anthony Martino.  Betcha go by "Tony" to all your pals.  Right
Tony-baby?"

"Ye...yes," Tony stammered.  He was more than a little pissed-off and his
expression had gone from stunned to frustrated and irritated.  His brain
was working double-time to figure a way out of this.  Unfortunately for
Tony, his brain needed to work quadruple time to keep up with the most
average of fiendish minds.  Escape was a dim prospect indeed.

"Right, Tony-boy," Tom said.  "We aren't too worried about you being a cop.
In fact, it is gonna help us a lot.  We got nice plans for you and I don't
think you will be able to do too much about them.  Maybe you won't want to,
but even if you did, I think you are going to find yourself too helplessly
trapped.  And the best part of all is that a big part of what will keep you
trapped is your own muscles."  "Huh," Tony asked, his dark eyebrows pushing
down in concentration.

"Yeah, your muscles dude.  Those thick hairy arms and thighs, those big
pecs, and oh yeah, ha ha, your nipples... yeah, those'll keep you good and
helpless."

Tony just stared at Tom with a vague expression, not sure what to make of
all this.

"Lift your arms," Tom said.

Tony hesitated.

"DO IT, Tom shouted!

Tony lifted his arms up a bit.

"That's my boy," Tom said, smiling.  "Now, flex for us... both arms.  A
nice double-biceps pose."  Tony slowly began to flex his arms.  First he
was staring down the barrel of the gun pointed at him, thinking maybe he
could kick Tom's hand, then take a swing at Rick.  Tom was just a bit too
far away though.

As Tony flexed his muscular arms, forming a nice rounded bulge in his upper
arms, he felt his shirtsleeve tightening around the top of the biceps.  He
looked over, first right, then left, taking in the masculine sexiness of
his thick, hairy arms.  He noticed his pit hair again, as he had earlier
when gazing at his reflection in the shop window.  Tom saw this now, as he
had seen it then.

"That's it, fella." He said softly.  Continuing in a soft tone, he urged
Tony on... "Go on big guy, take a whiff.  Look at all that beautiful thick
pit hair popping out from under your sleeve.  Yeeeaaaahhhh, soooo damnnnn
sexxxxxy, huhhhh.  Go on, just a little sniff.  It's okay."

Tony couldn't resist.  He never could.  He tilted his head down to his
right pit and gently breathed in through his flaring nostrils.
Once... twice... a little more... ohhh yeahhhh.  He liked that; made him
feel so warm and tingly.  Without being told, he turned his head to his
left pit and inhaled the musky aroma from that side.

Rick was getting into the picture now.  He grinned at Tom and then turned
back to Tony.  "Yeah, muscle-cop, sniff those muscle pits.  Sooooo
goooood," he said almost in a whisper.

Tony whimpered softly, almost inaudibly, and kept sniffing.  Rick slowly
walked back behind him, taking in the view from the rear, admiring the
arms, the cop's thick neck, capped by his neatly trimmed black hair at the
top.  Rick reached out and brushed his fingertips along the mounded biceps,
then slid them back and down, rising up again on the inside of the flexed
arms.  His fingers slowly inched towards the shirtsleeves, where they found
the pit hair poking out.  He caressed right there, tickling a bit.  Tony
gasped and stopped sniffing, coming out of his aroma-induced trance.

Tom gave a slight chuckle.  "See, wasn't that nice?  You liked that, I know
you did."

"Fuck you," Tony mumbled.

"Awwwww, be a good sport.  You can't fool me, Officer Tony.  The smell of
your pits, the sight of your arms, the feel of that tight shirt... it turns
you on."  "Bullshit, faggot," Tony snapped back!

"Ohhhh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh.  I don't know Tony, your the one
lookin' kind'a queer to me.  You are turned on man."

"No Way!"

"Yeah you are."

Rick had continued his tactile ministrations on Tony's upper arms and pit
hair.  Tony, in spite of his irritation with Tom, had not lowered his arms,
in disavowal.  On the contrary, he kept flexing them gently, seemingly
unconsciously, as Rick did his work.

"If you are not turned on, then what it that filling out the front of your
pants," Rick whispered in Tony's ear.

Tony looked down and frowned.  "Shit," he said.  Still he kept gently
flexing the muscles in his arms and still Rick kept caressing and lightly
tickling.  Tony whimpered, "Awwwwwwwwww" as he looked from side to side.
The front of his trousers puffed out a bit more.  He looked down, feeling
the blood slowly pump into his big cut cock.  The plum-sized head at the
tip was starting to itch a bit.  Tony wanted to reach down and scratch it,
but no way was he going to do that in front of these guys and anyway, he
couldn't seem to lower his arms.  Rick's fingers felt so fucking good.
This guy really knew how to worship his muscles, Tony thought.  For a
minute, he reckoned that was as it should be.  He was made to be
worshipped.  And then he realized what he was thinking, and that this was a
guy fondling his arms, while he stood there with his own gun pointed at
him.  "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Tony said, his voice rising towards
the end!  "What the fuck is going on?  Stop this you bastards!"

"No can do, Tony boy, no can do. He he heeee," Tom laughed.  He gave a
glance to Rick and a quick nod to Tony's right.

"Now my big musclehead, Rick want to keep pleasuring your arms, and you
like that, I can see.  But he thinks you should get a bit more comfortable,
and I agree.  So, when he guides you, I want you to take two steps to the
right."

Rick kept his hands on Tony's upper arms and gently pulled him rightwards
by his right arm.

"Now spread your legs wide," Tom ordered.

"Fuck off," Tony spat.

"DO IT ASSHOLE!"

At that Tony, grunted, frowned and complied.

"Good.  Now you are going to take three steps back, straddling the
footrest.  Then you are going to sit down.  Rick will be at your left side
to help you.  Keep your arms up and flexed."

Tony took a step back, encountered the footrest, spread his legs a bit more
and stepped back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the seat.  He
then slowly lowered himself down.  Somewhere in his mind he knew this was a
bad move.  Sitting down in the chair could only result in him being more
deeply entrapped.  For starters, it would make it harder for him to lunge
at Tom or Rick.  He would have to push himself out of the chair first.
Yet, for the moment, Tony could see no alternative.  As he settled down in
the chair, Rick moved behind again and returned both hands to the massaging
and fondling of Tony's arms.  Tony just watched him and continued to flex,
turning his head from side to side, looking at Rick's fingers as the crept
under his sleeves, towards his pits.  Rick rubbed his fingers in the sweaty
pits, till they were good and wet, then delicately pulled them out and
stuck them under Tony's nose.  "Mmmmmmmmm, smell that cop sweat, your cop
sweat, stud boy.  Now, let's rub that aroma-packed sweat onto those nice
biceps of yours, hehehe."

"Oh no, don't, please, whispered Tony.

Rick began rubbing in circular patters, spreading the stinky sweat across
the top of Tony's arms.  "Oooooohhhhhhhh......maaaaaaannnnnnn," Tony
whimpered.

"Yeeaaaahhh, that's good huh, getting your biceps nicely coated with your
pit stink.  You see, I am really doing you a favor, because we have now got
to put your arms down.  That closes off access to your pit aroma, and I am
sure you would hate that.  So you see, now you will be able to smell it
seeping through your uniform shirt, and on your arms right next to you."

"Awwwwwwwww fuck guys..."

"Okay, hold still," Rick said.  He removed his hands from Tony's body for a
moment and started shuffling through the cardboard box on the table behind
the chair.  He put several pieces of soft dirty-white cotton rope on the
table.  He picked up one length and approached Tony's right bicep.  Slowly,
very slowly, he wrapped the rope around the arm, just at the top of the
bicep, where the muscle met the tight shirtsleeve.  He did this a few
times, tying a couple of knots.

"Oooooooo, doesn't that feel good, Tony?  That's nice soft rope getting
tightly fastened around your upper arm.  Yeah, feel it caress the skin, and
then, yeeaaahh, nice and tight around the arm, squeezing the muscle.  There
we go.  Over to the left arm now... yeah, enjoy it dude.  With each passing
minute, your big arms are getting nicely, beautifully bound...  Ahhh, there
we are.  Now to take the ends of the ropes and loop them through these
convenient (heh heh), steel eyeholes at the back of the chair.  That's it.
Not too tightly though, just enough to exert some backward pull on those
arms."

Tom was standing, pointing the gun, with his mouth open and his dick rock
hard.  "Fuck, Rick, you are making me horny as hell, the way you are tying
the dude up."  Tony just watched, entranced by Rick's words and the sight
and feel of the ropes slowly restricting his arms.  He couldn't help it.
He didn't know why, but he was savoring the feeling.  His big manly biceps
being tethered while he sat idly in a chair; his power and ability to alter
the situation disappearing in exquisitely erotic slowness.  Rick was
showing himself to be a master at taming this bull.  "Okay, stud," Rick
said.  "Let's take a couple more lengths of rope, yes these ought to do,
and we'll start securing those wrists of yours."  He walked over to the
right side of the chair and gently pushed Tony's wrist onto the padded
steel armrest.  Tony gulped.  He felt the rope being laid over the top of
his wrist, then pulled under the arm wrest, the two ends looped through
something, then knotted, then brought back up, tied, slowly pulled tight,
then brought back under the armrest, tied again and brought back up.  The
procedure was repeated a few times.

"Yeah, you like that Tony?  I can see you do.  You are flexing your
muscular forearm. Testing the bonds.  I like the way you make a fist, then
stretch out your fingers, trying to force a little leverage around your
wrist.  And what a big strong wrist it is!  Lots of nice black hair
spreading down onto your hand."

Tony was mesmerized.  He stared open-mouthed while Rick roped him up good.

"One more knot underneath, then wrrraaapppiiinnng the ends around again,
good and tight.  Just think, Tony, with every second, your big arm is more
and more secured.  Are you feeling it yet?  More and more helpless?
Because that's what you are stud.  A musclebound cop being bound to an old
barber's chair."

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww, shiiiit.... ungh," Tony mumbled, testing the ropes.  He
now understood the method Rick was using.  The ropes around his biceps
exerted a backwards tension on his arms; the rope around his wrist, at the
point where the armrest met a vertical support rising up from beside the
seat, exerted a forward tension.  The combined effect was total immobility!

Rick was just finishing up with the left wrist, now.  "Okay Tony, try to
move your arms."

Tony gently twisted, pushed, pulled, nothing worked.  "I... I can't... move
them, uuunghhh!"

"I betcha can't dude.  Your muscular arms are firmly secured.  You are now
going nowhere until we decide to let you."

"Uuuunnnghh, ummmph," Tony kept trying.

"I'd tell you to keep struggling, but I know I don't need to.  You're gonna
keep flexing those muscles 'till you run out of energy, aren't you?  Yeah,
I'd bet on that because I think you like it.  You look good bound like
that.  This is how you should be kept Tony.  It suits you.  How'd you like
that as your new life.  Officer Martino during the day, followed by a hot
sweaty workout at the gym, then home, which for you might be here in this
basement, nicely tied up, writhing in this chair or on a bed, or hanging
from the ceiling.  You'll save a lot of money that way, boy.  No expensive
nights out.  You won't even need new clothes.  We'll keep you in your
police uniform sometimes and at others, just an old tight white t-shirt and
tight gym shorts.  Maybe your smelly gym sneakers.  Yeah, all that sweating
your feet will be doing, ought to keep those dogs nice and sensitive.  How
'bout that, huh?  That's it.  You are a guy who needs a uniform, and we
will have two for you: macho cop and gym stud.  You won't need anything
else since you won't be going out.  It's not like you are going to be
dating or anything.  You'll be far too busy working for us, but we'll talk
about that later.  Just relax now.  Enjoy the feeling of your old life as
the local pussy-hunting young muscle-cop stud slipping away... it's all
going bye bye.  A whole new adventure awaits you."
"Whaaaat... the...fuck... uuummmph.  Let me go!"

"Unh, unh.  Anyway, you can't fool me Tony.  This is making your hard.
Yeah, look down at your crotch, dude.  Yes, that's it.  Your boner is
coming along nicely.  We will have you good and stiff in no time, pal.
Yeah, you're feeling horny aren't you?  Soooo hooorrnnny and hot.  A little
itchy, maybe."  Rick leaned in and scratched his index finger across the
top of Tony's fat dick head.  "Tsssss, uuungh," Tony writhed.  "Ha ha ha,
nice man.  You are getting good and hard, sooo hard, yeah stiff, man.  Say
it... come on...sssstttiiiiffffff... ssstttiiiffff... ssstiiiffff..."

"Sssstttttiiiiffffffffffff... ooooohhhhh... hhaaaarrrdddd... ohhh god, you
are making me so hhaaarrrdd.  Sttoppp... uuunnnggghhh...  Shiittt, what the
fuck is goin' on... damnit...  Hey, hey!  What are you doing?  Take your
hands off my arms, now!  Hey, did you hear meeeeeeee... ooohhhh."

Rick had stepped back behind the chair.  He put his hands on Tony's hands,
then started trailing his fingers back, lightly brushing the hairy arms,
stopping here and there to tickle; building up an erotic sensation as he
slowly made his way to Tony's upper arms, where the tied-up stud's biceps
were beginning to tingle in anticipation.  "Uuunnnnhhh..." Tony whimpered
again.

Tom too went back behind the chair.  He opened the revolver and took out
the bullets.  "No more need for those," he mused.  "This is going even
better than I thought it would, heh heh heh."  He put the gun in his
backpack.  He'd eventually have to return it to Tony, but not until the cop
was fully locked-in to an inescapable trap.  Tom walked over to Tony's left
side.  Tony looked at him plaintively, his eyes a bit glazed over from
Rick's ministrations on his arms and his super hard dick in his pants.

"This is sweeeeet man," Tom said.  "Now that the first stages of roping are
completed, we don't need that gun to keep you in line."  Tom looked down at
Tony's left arm.  "Keep squirming big guy, it will help build up the
tension in your cock, ha ha!"  Tom's eyes fastened onto Tony's big shiny
metal watch.  "Nice watch.  Mine is kind of falling apart.  It's a cheap
piece of shit.  Not so good as yours.  Humm, you know what?  Maybe it's
time for me to junk this old thing and replace it with a new one.  Hey,
what about yours?  Yeah, that would do nicely, don'tcha think?"  Tom
reached down and ran his finger across Tony's watch.  He then used his
other hand to wriggle a finger between the wrist and the armrest.

"NOOOO!  Not my watch!  That cost a lot of money.  It's mine.  Get your
hands off it!  Nooooo!"

Click.  Tom unfastened the watch.  "I think you mean, it was yours.  It's
mine now sucker."  He slowly pulled the watch from around Tony's wrist
while Tony looked on in horror and humiliation.  Shit, his own watch was
being taken from him.  "Don't worry, I believe in recycling, so I am gonna
give you my old one.  He leaned down and began to fasten the grimy leather
strap of his crappy watch to Tony's wrist.  "Ha!  That's more like it.  A
cheap piece of shit that isn't going to impress anybody.  That is all the
watch you are getting.  And you won't be buying a new one either.  I'll see
to that."

"FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK," Tony yelled!  "You can't do this to me.
Come'on, that's degrading.  Your shit watch just makes me look cheap and
cheesy."

"That's the idea, dumbshit," Tom retorted as he bent down by the side of
the chair.  Next thing Tony saw was a long piece of rope thrown across his
lap.  "Hey Rick," Tom said, "Take your hands off him for a sec and grab
that end of the rope over there.... Great.  Now, let's pull it up right
underneath his pecs.... Yeah, that's it."  The two guys stepped behind the
chair.  Tom handed Rick his end of the rope and then stepped around in
front of the chair.  He lifted the slightly slack rope a bit, adjusting it
to lay right under Tony's pecs.  "Okay, Rick, pull it tight.  There we go.
Now hang on a minute, let me just slide the front up a bit.  Perfect.  Now,
tie the strands together tight and pass the ends back to me.  Great."  Tom,
in turn, crossed the two strands and wrapped them back around to Rick.  He
fiddled with the strands of rope up front, pushing Tony's pecs up a bit.

"Hey, what are ya doin'," Tony asked.

"Well Tony, we are now tying your chest down to the chair.  But I want
these nice soft ropes to rest right under your big pecs, pushing them up
and out.  There.  See how that works?  Bet that uniform shirt feels even
tighter now, don't it?"

"Uh, yeah...," Tony responded, looking down at his chest and watching Tom
go about his rope work.

"See, this way," Tom said, "those big juicy nipples of yours really thrust
against the confines of the cotton shirt.  Can ya see 'em?"

"Damn, they're really pokin' out," said Tony!

"That is how they should be stud.  On display and nicely accessible.  See?"
Tom scratched his index fingers over both nubs.

"Whoa!  Stop that," Tony said.

"What?  Are they sensitive?"

'Shit, man. Yes!"

"Gooood.  Real nice.  Thanks for letting me know.  I figured they might be.
Bet they connect right up with your big plump cock, don't they."

"Oh shit," Tony whispered.

"Yeah, we are gonna have lots of fun with these pups.  Keep you good and
focused on them.  We are gonna train you to stay focused on your tits and
cock at all times.  Your juicy man-tits, fat cock, and buff muscles are
gonna be all you think about when we are through."  Tom chuckled.  "You are
really gonna have to concentrate at work to avoid screwing up.  I'm sure
you will manage, but don't worry, moments of actual thinking about your job
won't occupy too much of your time.  I'd say that was already the case, huh
genius.  Naw, in your tight uniform, your muscles, cock and tits are gonna
make themselves known all day long, especially since you will most likely
be hard too."

"Unnngghh."

"There you go; see your dick is already twitching."

Tony couldn't deny it.  His dick felt harder than ever and his big hairy
balls seemed to be churning up the biggest batch of stud sauce he could
imagine.

"Yeah, Tony.  Muscles, cock and tits... muscles, cock, and tits... muscles,
cock, and tits.  Yeah all those big hairy muscles, that hard sticky cock,
and those plump itchy tits, that what you are boy.  That's is what you
think about all the time.  It is certainly what you are going to think
about, especially once we get down to playing with you.  Muscles, cock, and
tits... muscles, cock and tits..."

"Awwwwwwww shiiiiiittt.... my muscles..... ohhhh so big and firm, so nicely
coated in soft thick black masculine hair... ohhh
yeahhh...... yeeeaahhh.... ooooooohhhhh....... my rod... so fuckin'
ssstttiiiffff.... ooooohhh yeah, fuckin' hard
cock.... shit........ mannnnnnn, aaaaawwwwwww my fuckin' sexy man tits,
yeah, so big and sensitive... shit, shit, shit.... oooohhhh damn yeah, so
plump, capping my big hairy pecs soooo niiiiicccely, yeah.... ooohhh
fuck.......  muscles, cock, tits... muscles, cock, tits....."

Tony couldn't help himself.  His ego, his fascination with his own body,
his hard, hard, hard dick, and Tom gently scratching his tits, all
conspired to weaken him in the face of the power of Tom's suggestion.  Tony
sat there mewling, gently squirming, and thinking hard about his hairy
muscles, his hard cock, and his itchy tits.

Rick and Tom finished wrapping the rope around Tony's chest, securing it
with complex knots through steel eyehooks at the back of the chair.  The
trapping of muscle-cop Tony had advanced another step.

Tom stood up.  He looked at Tony and said, "Okay, big boy, I've got to take
off for a bit.  I'll be back in about an hour."  With that, he reached down
and started unbuckling Tony's gun belt.  He slid it from around his waist,
pulled out the radio and checked to see that it was turned off, then put
the belt in the cardboard box.  "While I am gone, Rick is gonna continue
getting you nicely roped up.  You be a good boy, ya big pussy, and don't
give him any trouble.  Tony just whimpered.

"Rick," Tom said, "I should be able to get home and get what we need in an
hour or so.  I know you will have fun tying up his legs.  Go crazy.  See
what makes him most secure and most vulnerable at the same time."  As Tom
said this, Rick was already at Tony's ankles with several coils of more
soft rope.  He had lifted Tony's left trouser leg and currently had both
hands running up and down the stud's muscular hairy calf.  "Oh yeah, nice
calves dude, firm and hairy, just the way I like 'em.  Were gonna have lots
of fun teasing these while I secure your legs over the next hour."  Tony
just stared in helpless surrender.  Tom laughed hard and loud.  "Go to it
my man.  See ya in a while."

The last thing Tom heard as he went out the door was Tony letting out a
gentle sigh, saying "Ohhhhh, noooooo... ooohhh that tickles, ooohhh you got
my fuckin' hairy musclebound calves in your hands....... ooohhh
nooooooo... (gulp.)"