The Bookstore
By
Cocky Punk
“Nice shop you’ve got here. We wanted to stop in and say welcome. This is our beat, so we like to get to know the people we protect,” Officer Dwayne Connors said. His partner, Officer Rick Thompson, was looking around across the store.
Both cops were big men, powerfully built and they filled out their uniforms amazingly well. Dwayne was clean-shaven and had short dirty blond hair, while Rick had short black curly hair and a black mustache. Both cops were also great looking – Dwayne, just 26 years old, had a model’s face, free of lines. Rick had a rugged manly look, despite being only 27 years old. Rick had permanent 5 o’clock shadow, deep penetrating eyes and deep dimples.
“Thank you, Officer. We’re certainly glad you stopped in. We know this is a dangerous neighborhood at times, so we appreciate your help,” Mark said. “Harry and I used most of our savings to open this bookstore, so we need all the protection we can get.”
Mark and Harry, the bookstore owners, each wore jeans and white t-shirts. They were both 54 years old, retired from their jobs and had decided to risk it all on this venture. They had known each other for over 30 years and been a couple for 20. This was their first day of business with their new store. Both men beamed with excitement.
Rick had strutted up beside his partner. The burly cop’s his big biceps were threatening to rip his short sleeves. Rick smiled and his dimples sent a flutter through both Harry and Mark. The shopkeepers were smiling until Rick said in a cocky tone, “That’s good you appreciate our help. So, how much do you appreciate our help?”
Mark was confused by the question, but Harry was over beside his boyfriend in a minute. Harry asked cautiously, “What exactly are you asking, Officer?”
Rick smirked, “Your friend here said he appreciated our help. We’re wondering how much? I mean, this is a big neighborhood and there’s only four cops patrolling the whole area. We can’t be everywhere. Some of the merchants, see, they like a lot of protection, so they, you know, compensate us for our time.”
“So, you are shaking us down? Is that it?” Mark asked, finally cluing in.
Dwayne said, “Oh, harsh words, Mark. I prefer to call it a business deal. You two are businessmen. I noticed that you have a whole section called gay literature. Are you two fags?”
Mark bristled and replied coldly, “We are gay, Officers, is that important? Does that mean we have to BRIBE you MORE to do your jobs?" Harry said nothing. Harry was furious, he had his fists balled up and his face was crimson.
Dwayne laughed, “All we’re saying is there’s a lot of prejudice around. Store like this might need more protecting than others. Lots of people might not like your store. You want us to risk our lives for this place, well, the least you can do is compensate us for that. Here’s the deal, basic protection for you is a grand a week.”
Mark laughed, “A thousand dollars a week? We might not even sell that much!”
Dwayne shook his head in mock disappointment, “Well, you better dig into those savings. Because you said you sank almost everything into this place. Last guys that didn’t want protection, their store was trashed the very next night. It’d be a shame if anything happened to this store.” Harry finally exploded! He charged at Dwayne, but Mark held him back.
Dwayne pulled out his billy club and swung it around. Rick put his hand on his gun. Dwayne smiled and said, “Planning on assaulting an Officer, Harry? That won’t help you stay in business.”
Mark spoke soothingly to his lover and Harry relaxed, but stayed on alert. Harry stared at Dwayne and Rick with hate in his eyes and thrust out his arm over Mark’s shoulder. He pointed threateningly at the cops and yelled, “Yeah, you’re real tough hiding behind those badges, guns and sticks. You better hope I never see you when you don’t have them!”
Dwayne howled with laughter and put away his baton. “What are you talking about, old timer? You must be crazy or stupid, old man. Look at us, and look at you.” Dwayne flexed his pecs. Even though they were under his shirt, the motion was clearly visible.
Harry refused to back down. He screamed at the officers, who just kept laughing at him. Harry went on and on for five minutes, before finally blurting out, “Then put up or shut up! We’ll fight you, if you think you’re so tough. You think we won’t because we’re gay? We’ll fight you! And if we win, you leave us alone! If we lose, we pay you!”
Rick stepped forward, “Man, you’ll pay us anyway or you’ll be out of business. Try again.”
Mark spoke, almost in a whisper, “We’ll give you the store and we’ll work in it for minimum wage.”
Rick and Dwayne were shocked, but quickly agreed. The agreement was set and legally crafted. If Rick and Dwayne won, they would get the bookstore plus Harry and Mark would have to work for them 7 days a week, 12 hours a day for minimum wage for a period of 10 years. If Harry and Mark won, Rick and Dwayne would have to quit the Police force in order to work for them 7 days a week, 12 hours a day for minimum wage for a period of 10 years. The winner also got all rights to the match. The match was to be videotaped as evidence in case of a challenge. It was agreed that no gear other than trunks and boots could be worn and no foreign objects could be used.
*****
Dwayne and Rick walked in wearing their tight police uniforms. They both removed their stylish aviator sunglasses and looked around. They had let Mark and Harry choose the gym. It was a big place, private, with a solid looking ring in the middle. The walls were mirrored and the ceiling was as well. They smirked to themselves, both thinking how great it would be. This way they could admire their bodies while crushing the old men.
After a minute, Rick and Dwayne noticed there were no dressing rooms. Dwayne yelled across the gym at their opponents, “What’s this? You fags wanna free look at real men?” Dwayne and Rick laughed and started to change, unbuttoning and peeling off their uniforms and sliding into bodybuilder style posing trunks. The two cops were big in their uniforms, but were even more impressive out of them! Dwayne was 6’4” and 230lbs. He was a bodybuilder and had won amateur tournaments. He kept his body free of hair and his skin tanned. It was his idea to wear the skimpy trunks to intimidate the old men and “give them a thrill”.
Rick, on the other hand, was a bear of a man – at 6’ even and 225lbs, he was more solid than his partner and the front of his body was covered in dark fur. As Dwayne was changing, Mark and Harry couldn’t help watching. Dwayne noticed and whispered something to Rick. The two men laughed and then turned to their older opponents. Rick stood facing Mark and Harry. He peeled off his uniform slowly. He pulled off his boxers and stood naked, giving them a look at his big 7” flaccid cock. Rick reached down and scratched behind his large, low-hanging balls a bit before turning around, bending over and sliding on his skimpy posing trunks. Dwayne had given him the posing trunks, but they barely contained his manhood.
Mark and Harry were in awe of how hot their opponents were. They kept themselves calm, but it was hard. From across the room, the two store owners crossed towards the ring. They were both wearing standard black wrestling trunks. Both men had nice-sized packages, although the conservative trunks didn’t exactly show them off. Harry was 5’11 and 220lbs. He no longer had great definition, but was rock solid from head to toe. He had developed a bit of a gut in the past years, but his arms stayed big and his legs looked like tree trunks. Harry had brown hair, cut tight in a brush-cut. Mark was smaller, 5’8” and 190lbs, but looked to be in great shape. His body hair had gone gray, but was still thick and curly like the gray mat of hair on his head. Mark had a gray goatee and blue eyes.
Harry and Mark climbed up to the ring slowly, emphasizing their age, while Rick and Dwayne leapt up in one smooth move. All four men met in the middle of the ring. The men confirmed the rules. Mark and Harry questioned the cops about their illegal activities and the cops laughed about how they milked every merchant in the neighborhood. They told the old men that it was actually better this way, because they had had to destroy other guys stores. They boasted about burning down one store, a move they were especially proud of. After the cops were done bragging, Dwayne and Harry moved out, leaving Rick, the musclebear cop and Mark, the much smaller bookstore owner alone in the ring.
Rick strutted up to Mark, who held his arms out to lock up. The men clenched each other’s shoulders and danced for a moment before, BAM! Mark went flying back into the corner! Rick charged forward and slammed into the older man. Mark groaned and pushed Rick back. Rick was surprised at the old man’s strength, but it was nothing compared to his own. Rick crouched and the two men locked up again!
Rick threw Mark back again. This time, Mark fell back onto his butt. Rick and Dwayne laughed at the old man, giving each other a high five. Rick offered a hand to Mark, but Mark swatted it away. Rick laughed again, turning his back to Mark. Rick sauntered to his corner and tagged in Dwayne. Rick shook his head and said, “Do you even want a bookstore, buddy?”
Dwayne said, “Nah, but we can change it and put these fags on display. We can get other stupid fags to pay to look at them!” The two cops laughed and Dwayne walked up to Mark.
Dwayne and Mark locked up and Dwayne maneuvered Mark into a headlock. Dwayne squeezed tight, crushing the old man’s head. Mark cried out. He landed three shots to Dwayne’s back before Dwayne had to let go. Like his partner before him, Dwayne was surprised by Mark’s strength. The men circled again, this time, when they moved to lock up, Mark ducked under Dwayne’s arms. Mark hammered his fists into the cop’s wide rippling back. Dwayne arched his back and turned quickly.
“ROAR!” Dwayne shouted and charged. Dwayne was big, but fast! He ran up to the bookstore owner and tackled Mark hard to the mat. Dwayne drove his big shoulder into Mark’s gut and fell right on top of him. Mark groaned as the air left his chest and when Dwayne stood, Mark rolled around a bit. Dwayne laughed and tagged Rick in again.
Across the ring, Mark managed to crawl to his corner and tag in Harry. Dwayne had not moved to stop him and Rick seemed equally prepared to crush either man. Mark groaned as he tagged in his partner. Harry helped Mark out of the ring before entering. Mark stayed down. Harry whispered to his partner, too quietly for anyone else to hear, “Okay, you get the Oscar, now stop over acting.” Mark frowned and winked at his partner. Harry smiled and turned to face Rick, the hairy muscle cop. Mark stood up and still tried to look completely winded.
Harry entered the ring and walked across it to face Rick. He jumped up and down, shaking off the rust. Dwayne was, of course, cocky after manhandling Mark. Rick was equally cocky, tagging in and bouncing his big hairy pecs. Both cops had already had one successful turn in the ring and knew that they couldn’t lose.
When Rick looked at Harry, Harry posed – he raised his biceps and flexed them. For a 54-year old, Rick had to admit Harry was tough. He had big muscles, but his stomach and chest were looking flabby and were without definition. Rick meanwhile, with his work-built body, advanced towards the posing man. Rick towered over Harry, standing his full height and puffing out his massive chest. Across the ring, Mark had recovered and watched warily. He tried to look worried, but was so excited at the prospect of having these two studs at their disposal. Mark loved a man like Rick – so macho, so hot with a man’s muscle body. He and Harry had already agreed that Rick was his and Harry could have the pretty boy bodybuilder. Mark felt his cock growing, but willed it down. “Can’t look too excited,” Mark thought.
“Hey, old man, take a look at a real man!” Rick ran his hands through the thick mat of fur that covered his chest and down the line the disappeared into his trunks. Harry was impressed and his face showed it. Rick laughed to himself; Dwayne was right, these fags couldn’t keep their eyes off them. This would be even easier than Rick had thought. Rick wanted to tease the old man a bit more. He knew that these old queers must dream about touching a guy like him. In fact, he bet that getting beat up by a stud like him was their biggest fantasy. Rick smirked confidently and raised his mighty biceps and flexed them. They swelled up to 21-inches, dwarfing the old man’s flex. Rick smiled and kept the pose. He bounced his large pecs again, this time in Harry’s face.
Harry smiled back and thought, “What an idiot. Young guys are all the same.” Harry kept smiling and his body relaxed, then with deliberate speed, he thrust his hand forward. A startled Rick couldn’t react fast enough – his huge arms unflexed and dropped, but by the time they came down, Harry had made his move.
“Boy, you’re big but dumb!” Harry laughed as his hand clamped onto Rick’s face hard! The claw hold was cinched in! Harry’s fingers burrowed into the thin flesh, thumb and middle finger deep into the temple, other fingers sinking in. The pressure increased as Harry tightened and tightened his hand. Before Rick could react, Harry pulled Rick away from Dwayne and brought him to his corner, where Mark watched Dwayne, ready to block any interference. Rick followed Harry – he had no choice! The pain was excruciating. The burly muscle cop started to shake. Unknown to the two young men, Harry was a master of the claw. His fingers were strong, and once locked, were nearly impossible to break!
AAHHHH! Rick screamed into Harry’s hand. Rick had never screamed before, as a big, powerful man he was the one to make others scream! The muscle bear wailed into the hand, his head being crushed by Harry’s mighty claw. Rick was stunned, but finally moved his arms up to Harry’s wrist. Rick started beating on the old man’s forearms, but the action just made Harry tighten the grip. Every punishing blow Rick put on Harry shook Harry’s arm and then his hand, which resulted in Rick’s head feeling even more devastating pain!
The claw lasted for minutes, as Rick started to weaken. Dwayne didn’t understand what was happening. He watched from across the ring, expecting his partner to break the hold. He had seen the claw, but never felt it. Dwayne figured Rick was playing around, but now, after minute, his screams seemed real. “Come on, Rick, what the fuck are you doing? Break the fucking hold!” Dwayne screamed across the ring. “Fuck man, you can’t be really hurting? That’s a fucking fake hold! Come on! Break that fag’s fucking wrist!”
Dwayne was getting worried. Rick actually seemed to be weakening, he had stopped hitting Harry and just stood before his older opponent with his hands-on Harry’s wrist. Rick’s muscles seemed to be losing their pump. Harry kept Rick near the corner. Mark was right there and started taunting Rick and Dwayne. Mark spoke in an affected gay tone, nasally and with a lisp, “Yeah, Rick, come on. You can break the hold, it’s a fake hold. Come on, I think your partner’s calling you a wimp! Man, Harry’s twice your age and you can’t break the hold? Come on, man!”
Rick heard it all but the pain was too much for him to react. He screamed once more and then shocked Dwayne! THUD! Rick dropped to his knees. The hairy muscleman’s legs just gave out and in one move, he went down! Rick’s massive arms dropped to his side and hung limp. Rick no longer screamed, but just hung limp in the claw! He spread his knees and knelt helplessly before the old man. He was losing consciousness, his big shoulders drooped and his pecs and manly stomach began to sag, as well.
Now that the cop bear was on his knees, Harry had even better leverage. Harry moved his own hand to his wrist and braced his wrist. He held his wrist and upped the pressure! Harry had used this hold so often that he knew when his opponent was done. Harry winked at Mark and moved to the side. Rick followed helplessly and was thrown onto his back. Harry slid his legs over the fallen muscle cop and straddled his massive chest. The thick body hair on Rick scratched the inside of Harry’s thighs, exciting him. Rick’s chest was so thick that Harry’s knees barely touched the mat. Harry’s weight pushed down on Rick’s chest, making breathing harder. Harry smiled – he now had the ultimate leverage. The added pressure brought Rick back to life again. Rick’s feet slammed onto the ground and his hands slapped the mat hard.
Harry started counting, “ONE! … Uh oh, Dwayne, looks like I’m about to pin your boyfriend here … TWO! … Yep, stick a fork in him, this punk’s done!” Harry smiled. Dwayne was irate, especially by the boyfriend comment! Dwayne flew through the ropes and charged at Harry, planning to stop the three count.
As Dwayne advanced, Harry released the claw and thrust himself at Dwayne! URK! Dwayne stopped dead and then, ‘AAAARGRGGHHH! AAHHHH! AHHH!” Dwayne started screaming as Harry thrust himself forward and clamped his claw onto the bodybuilder’s huge package! The posing trunks were compact and held Dwayne’s balls perfectly for this move!
Dwayne felt as though his balls would be ripped off as he fell back. Harry leapt off the hairy muscle boy and knelt over his partner, applying the same pressure that had knocked Rick flat to Dwayne’s big balls! Dwayne screamed and started begging as he slapped and kicked out at Harry! “ARGH! NO! LET GO! PLEASE! ARGH! AHH!”
Mark climbed into the ring and strutted over to Rick who was rolling back and forth, trying to regain his feet. Rick slapped the mat again, trying to dig into his spare tank. “C’mon, man … fight like a man …” Rick muttered as he got to his knees.
Harry said, “Like a man? But I’m just a faggot … I’m not a man, remember? Besides, punk, I was doing this to losers like you before you were born! My name on the underground circuit was Colonel Schultz, master of the German claw!”
Rick said, “What?” The cop bear was finally back to his feet. He started towards Harry. He was confused by Harry’s words as he shook out his head. His head ached, but he wanted to save his screaming friend.
BAM! Mark thrust a big boot into Rick’s back! Rick went flying into the ropes front first and came off facing backwards. WHUMP! Mark drove a forearm into his lower back, sending the dazed muscle man back to his knees! Mark ran up behind him and gave Rick a bulldog – seizing Rick’s head and driving it the short distance to the mat, landing with his weight on the back of the crooked cop’s head! Rick’s aching head was driven hard into the mat and he bounced up before settling back! The musclebear rolled onto his back and simply moaned. He writhed back and forth, his torso swaying from side to side.
Mark calmly positioned himself over Rick. He straddled the huge cop’s hips and rubbed his hands through Rick’s body hair. Mark always loved a man with body hair. Mark continued to massage Rick’s body. Rick started to moan louder. He was so dazed that he automatically reacted to the stimuli. As Rick was moaning, his cock grew. The small posing trunks Dwayne had given him were barely able to contain his flaccid cock. Now that he was reaching his full 10”, Rick’s manhood burst out the front! Mark felt the huge, hard cock under him.
“Looks like somebody’s happy. Well, Rick, I’m going to make you even happier. When Harry and I were a tag-team in the underground circuit, Harry was the Master of the Claw. My specialty was arm torture. Wait until you feel my hammerlock big boy!”
Mark leapt off Rick and seized hold of his right arm. Mark started pounding his fist the big man’s bicep! His punches bounced off at first, then started sinking a bit. Rick cried out, but his cries were drowned out by Dwayne’s death screams! The studly bodybuilder was still in Harry’s killer claw, his balls being mercilessly tortured!
Mark drove his knees into Rick’s bicep now. Rick continued to scream, but do nothing else. Rick twisted and landed several blows into Mark’s side, but they lacked power and the old man was impervious to Rick’s weak blows. Mark slid out of the ring and grabbed Rick’s right arm. He put his foot against the ring post and dragged the macho man to the corner. Rick felt himself moving as he slid on his back across the ring. His arm felt like it was going to fall off! When Rick reached the corner, Mark immediately pulled his arm down, then brought it up fast and hard! SLAM! Rick screamed as his damaged bicep was slammed hard into the ring post. BAM! Again and again, the arm was thrown hard into the post. Rick’s arm was mush by the twentieth time it happened! Years of hard work building his muscles was erased in minutes as his bicep crumbled!
Without any delay, Mark proceeded to move to the other arm. This time, he pulled Rick to the side of the ring so that half of Rick’s triceps was on the apron and half wasn’t. Mark raised Rick’s hand and slammed it down! Rick screamed again and his whole body shook. He tried to bring his arm into his body to protect it, but Mark held the wrist firm! Mark slammed the arm time and time again, pulverizing the once-mighty muscle! The studly bear was crying like a cub as he felt his left triceps give under the strain. Mark leapt onto the apron and started driving his boots into the left arm bicep muscle – over and over again! Mark had used arm torture for 35 years of wrestling and knew how to destroy the arm and how to recognize when a man was ready to submit. Rick looked like that now. Mark smiled. He knew if he slapped his hammerlock on the hairy muscle cop that the match would be over, but he and Harry had agreed to really punish these punks. Mark looked over and saw that Harry had released his claw and was preparing Dwayne for more torture.
Mark looked at his partner and smirked. Harry’s cock was full grown. Harry had a very nice and thick 7” piece in his trunks. Thinking about that meat, the meat that had kept him happy for 20 years, Mark’s cock swelled up as well. Mark had been ignoring the reality, but now, horny as hell, he couldn’t. Two young, handsome, hugely-built ex-cops as their slaves. Did it get any better than that? But first, Harry and Mark had to get them to submit.
Across the ring, while Mark had been torturing his stud, Harry had finally released the ball claw. Dwayne was down and out, so Harry wanted to prolong the match. Harry had worked underground circuit since he was 16, even longer than Mark. He knew how to handle a man and stretch out his submission. Harry noticed Mark was taking his time and that his 6” cock was standing straight out. Harry smiled and darted over to slap Mark on the ass and give him a kiss. The two men admired each other’s handiwork and hard cocks, then moved back to their respective victims.
Harry started unlacing his boot. He pulled out the lace and took off the boot. Harry then peeled off his sock. It reeked – Harry had worn it since the challenge was accepted. Harry then put his boot back on and held up the sock to Rick and Dwayne. Harry knelt behind the struggling Dwayne and lifted up the young man’s head. He forced the disgusting sock into Dwayne’s mouth! The sock acted like smelling salts, driving Dwayne awake.
Across the ring, Mark pulled Rick into the corner. He rolled the bear onto his stomach, legs hanging outside of the ring. Mark straddled Rick’s thick back and grabbed Rick’s destroyed arms. Mark pulled back and had to listen to Rick scream again. He slid Rick’s arms over his knees and moved his hands under Rick’s chin, holding the stud in a camel clutch. Rick was in agony, but Mark held the clutch tight enough to hurt, but not tight enough to gain a submission! Rick opened his eyes and realized what was happening. The old man had put him in the perfect position to see the entire ring. He could see Dwayne, writhing on the mat, hands over his pouch, which had been clawed for God-knows-how-long. Rick had seen the claw go on, but since then, his arms had been destroyed and he had lost track of time and his partner. Rick saw the sock going over Dwayne’s face.
Dwayne was woken up by the sock. He regained his senses slightly. Out of the daze, he could see Harry approaching him. The cop threw out his right hand, putting all his remaining strength and power into the fist! POW! It slammed into Harry’s gut, hard! WHAM! OOF! Harry said, slightly winded. ARGH! Dwayne screamed out as his fist was crushed as though he had punched concrete. Pain raced up Dwayne’s arm right to his shoulder. The fact was that 38 years of working out and underground wrestling had given the old man a gut of steel. His stomach was one sheet of muscle. Mark bounced medicine balls on it every day, always amazed at Harry’s invulnerability. Now the bodybuilding cop had learned a tough lesson.
Harry lifted Dwayne’s legs and tossed the cop onto his back. He spread Dwayne’s legs and then drove his knee into the poor cop’s already aching nut. POW! POW! POW! POW! Over and over, Harry assaulted the nuts; after a few shots, Dwayne became delirious! Harry stood up and put his foot over the cop’s package, pressing down and grinding his foot in. Dwayne screamed again, but no mercy came.
Harry dragged Dwayne along the mat to the ring post opposite Rick. Harry went outside the ring and grabbed hold of his ankles. With tremendous force, Harry pulled Dwayne out with one leg on either side of the ring post! Dwayne’s balls were crushed against the ring post, sending Dwayne into spasms and convulsions! The musclebound cop continued to scream and cry, but was no longer making sense. He was no longer aware of his surroundings!
Across the ring, Rick felt like his back would snap from the cruel torture, but after being forced to watch Dwayne mauled by the crotch attack, he was happy that his sizable manhood had been left alone. He moaned and groaned in the camel clutch. Every time he started to submit, Mark would lessen the pressure, giving Rick a breather.
Finally, Harry climbed back in the ring and pulled the sock out of Dwayne’s mouth. Dwayne lay on the mat in tears, his hands cupping over his posing trunks. His balls were swollen, easily double their normal size. Mark released the camel clutch and Rick collapsed face first to the mat. Mark and Harry lifted their opponents up and moved their shoulders into the muscle studs’ backs.
Mark and Harry lifted the broken carcasses of their victims onto their shoulders. They struggled, but once up, both men had an easy time holding their prisoners. Rick and Dwayne hung limp in the backbreakers, powerless to defend themselves. They were moaning and groaning. Harry and Mark turned to face each other and smiled. “Time, partner?”
“Time.” Both old men moved their hands over the powerful cops’ big pouches and started massaging them. The groans from the cops turned to moans. As the massages started stimulating the cops’ big cocks, the top of Rick’s cock again popped out of his trunks. He started to leak and drip pre-cum down his abs, gumming up his thick body hair. Dwayne’s cock was leaking moments later, staining the front of his trunks.
Mark and Harry smiled and repositioned their hands. They started massaging the men’s balls, then applied a little more pressure. Mark and Harry squeezed harder and harder, bringing the muscle cops from pleasure to intense pain with seconds! Harry and Mark stood close and leaned into one another, kissing as a celebration.
The ball claws tightened on the cops, shooting pain through them! They started crying out in unison for mercy. The ball claw working Dwayne’s beaten balls and the backbreaker on Rick’s ruined back. The cops shouted, “Please … oh God … stop …. no more …. Oh God …. Please!”
Mark and Harry broke their kiss and said, “You know what you have to say, losers! Now do it!”
Dwayne cried out first, his balls crushed by Harry’s mighty grip, “Please Sir, please! Oh God, please stop … I submit, I submit!” Mark, who was less experienced with the claw took only a few more seconds to elicit a submission from his captive. Rick started crying out as well.
Mark and Harry laughed as the men submitted over and over again to them! Their cries got louder and louder! Mark and Harry kept tightening and tightening, not relenting! They wanted to teach these punks a lesson they would never forget!
Mark and Harry ignored them and spun the cops around in an airplane spin. They let go and the cops went flying across the ring, slamming onto the mat.
*****
Unknown to the two muscle cops, the ring was actually run by a gay wrestling video company. The mirrored walls and the ceiling were all wired for sound and video. The entire match, including their confessions of their illegal acts had been captured. Now that the two soon-to-be-ex-cops had been subdued, Mark and Harry signaled their accomplices from the back. Their friends cleared the tapes and took them away for safe keeping and to have copies made. Mark and Harry waited and rested until the cameras were rolling again. Rick and Dwayne moved not at all. It would take a lot more than five minutes of rest for them to recover.
Mark and Harry dragged the muscle cops to the ropes and bound them both in the ropes, tying them up, making escape impossible. Mark tossed some water into Rick’s face, waking the bear up. Mark smirked as Rick asked to be released.
Mark bitchslapped Rick and ordered him to shut up. Mark told Rick what was going to happen, and Rick begged for him not to do it. The bookstore owners smiled. They had already taken the man’s ass, now they would defile his mouth. Mark pulled down his trunks and worked his cock hard. It wasn’t long before he inserted it into Rick’s mouth. Rick had been broken of any resistance, so there was no danger. As Mark slid in, Rick began to choke and gag. He had never had a cock in his mouth in his life and didn’t know how to breathe or give a blowjob. Mark worked him in slowly while Harry whispered instructions. Mark used Rick’s mouth for a long time before finally cumming.
Rick hated the taste of the cum, but swallowed every drop. When Harry face fucked him, Rick had learned how to handle a cock. He worked the cock and swallowed Harry’s load. Rick thought, finally, it’s over, but no. Men came in, seemingly from nowhere! They were the camera and sound operators from the video company! The nine of them each fucked Rick’s face! They all teased and taunted the muscle cop. The nine of them hated the cop after he bragged about destroying people’s lives! They had no sympathy and were even more ruthless than Mark and Harry. Rick’s lips started to bleed, his lips broken from the abrasion!
For a final humiliation, Mark and Harry, had something special planned. Mark undid the ropes and freed Dwayne. Harry and Mark pulled Dwayne to his feet and Mark put a hammerlock on the broken bodybuilder. Mark whispered, “I’ll break your arm unless you fuck Rick’s face!”
Dwayne protested, but one swift lift of the armbar quelled any opposition. Mark walked Dwayne over. Following Mark’s instructions, Dwayne used his free hand to lift Rick’s sagging head. Rick was delighted to see his partner free! Then, Dwayne pulled down his posing trunks. Dwayne’s purple, swollen balls were set free and Rick tried to move back. He started saying “no, no” but Dwayne had no choice. Dwayne slid his cock in and face fucked his partner.
Mark held Dwayne’s arm firmly in the hammerlock and used his grip to thrust the cop’s hips forward, adding pressure to the already rough face fuck. Rick struggled for breath, but otherwise hung limp in the ropes. After being used by so many men, he no longer cared. He started to beg Dwayne to stop, shocked and dismayed that his partner would do this, unable to see Mark behind his partner. As Rick spoke, his words were caught on Dwayne’s big cock and nothing came out. Tears started to roll down Rick’s face.
As Dwayne came in Rick’s mouth, Dwayne felt pain as his purple balls tried to release his cum. Rick, helpless before his partner, swallowed his twelfth load of the afternoon. He heard Dwayne moan with pleasure! What the fuck, he thought! Rick was disgusted! Every man in the backroom had used his mouth, plus the two winners. But now, in a final humiliation, his own partner had used his mouth, depositing a load into the hairy muscleman, and seemingly enjoyed it. Rick’s virgin ass and mouth felt stretched and dirty. Rick watched as the cocky winners dragged Dwayne back to the ropes and bound him.
Mark came over and slapped Rick’s face. “Wake up, bitch. We’re not done with you yet.”
Rick opened his eyes and stared at Mark. He couldn’t believe that he had lost to this 54-year old faggot. Rick tried to look tough and kept the intimidation out of his face, but Mark just laughed. “Nice look, tough guy. What, are you constipated?”
Rick wanted to speak, he wanted to say something to his conqueror, but he had nothing to say. He had lost and nothing would change that. Worse, he and Dwayne had lost fair-and-square, in a fair wrestling match. Mark put his hand under Rick’s chin and lifted it. Mark ran his hand along Rick’s throbbing chest. “Just one more thing to do, loser, then you can get ready for your new life. See, Harry and I discussed it and you were one hot man, much hotter than your friend. Look at you, 27 years old, a cop, with huge muscles, but not those phony muscles like your friend. No, you have nice manly muscles from hard work. And you’re so hairy, just a big bear. But we want you to remember who the real men are in this ring. So, I think we’ve come up with a way to help you remember.”
Mark stepped back and Rick saw Harry standing before him. He was holding a device that Rick had never seen before. Harry started it and walked closer to the muscle stud. Rick’s eyes widened and then he let out a terrible scream as Harry brought the device to his chest!
Rick thrashed around, screaming like mad! The device was an Epilady and it ripped out the cop’s body hair by the roots! Rick screamed and screamed in agony! His chest turned bright red from the torture. Harry slid across the chest, down his once-powerful stomach. Rick threw himself from side to side, but could not escape the pain! The Epilady whirred and tore out every hair on his torso! When Mark lowered Rick’s speedo, Rick started wailing for him to stop! Mark reached down and lowered the man’s posing trunks, exposing his crotch. Harry lowered the hair remover to his pubic hair and tore out every last one! When Harry pulled the device away, Rick was in tears. His chest, stomach and crotch were bare like a child’s! Rick was sobbing, completely out-of-it as Mark pulled his trunks back up.
Humiliated and defeated, Rick, the once-powerful muscle cop, hung limp in the ropes. His arms had gone numb and he was barely conscious. Only the terrible pain kept him from giving in to the darkness. He moaned again and again. In the back of his mind, he knew he had lost. He knew what that meant. But he could not accept it. He managed to raise his head and looked across the ring. Dwayne was all tied up in the ropes too. He almost looked dead, but then Rick focused and realized his big chest was rising and falling.
Mark walked up to Rick and ran his fingers into the cop’s hair. He seized a tight grip on the cop’s short black curly hair and pulled his head back hard! Rick let out another sharp moan. His eyes opened and he saw Mark standing over him, confident and triumphant. Rick pleaded for mercy, “Please man, let us go. You won, we gave in. We won’t come by your store any more, I swear!”
“Oh yes you will. You’ll be coming by everyday, working 12-hours a day for us, remember?”
Rick shook his head slightly, his head held firm by Mark’s strong grasp. The old man had so much power in his hand and arm still, Rick was amazed. “Come on, you can’t be serious … please … don’t do this, man … we’re sorry …”
Rick started crying as he finally accepted what it all meant. His days as a cop were over. Rick could still taste the cum from the men who had fucked his face. He remembered how Dwayne and the others had seemed to relish it. Rick was bawling now, begging for mercy, but Mark had none.
The cops had treated him and Harry like garbage and now would pay. Harry and Mark climbed out of the ring. They walked around the ring apron and pissed on the cops’ uniforms. They left copies of the contracts on the suits and gave the men their start date. Harry and Mark gave them two weeks and two days freedom, then they were expected at the bookstore, ready to work and earn their minimum wage.
*****
The two muscle cops hung in the ropes for another hour, before Rick had the strength to flip himself over the back and free himself. He shook out his arms, causing himself tremendous pain. His arms flopped around, Rick only prayed that he would again be the man he was. Well, physically, he might be, but emotionally and mentally, he would never be the same. Rick looked up at his ‘friend’ and considered not freeing him. Dwayne had woken up and was calling to Rick. Rick felt all his anger boil up and he charged back in the ring, running up to Dwayne and screaming, “You fucker, you used me! You fucking enjoyed it, didn’t you! You fucking enjoyed fucking my mouth! You fucking fag! I should fucking leave you like this!”
Dwayne screamed out, “Rick, no, man! No, come on … they made me, you know that! They’d have crushed my balls permanently man! Come on … let me out! Please!”
Rick slapped Dwayne hard across the face, “Shut the fuck up, you goddamned queer! Well, if those little fags think I’m quitting the force for them, they’re fucking crazy!” Rick stormed out of the ring and reached for his uniform. The smell of dried piss hit him hard and he reeled back. He looked at his uniform, the symbol of his power and screamed again. “The fucking little fags! I’m going to fucking kill them!”
Rick pulled up the note from the uniform and read it. His face went white. Included were Polaroids of his rape by his friend. The pictures were close-ups of his mouth, then long shots from behind. He sat down in shock. The fags had more of these, plus video, the note said. The video would include them talking about their protection scam. Rick started to shiver. He looked again at the picture, saw Dwayne’s face, then snapped!
He raced into the ring and shoved the picture into Dwayne’s face, “You’re fucking smiling! You’re fucking me and you’re fucking smiling, you prick!”
“Rick, no man, for fuck’s sake let me out of here! It’s not like that … shit, man, can’t you see we were set up man, we’re both victims of these assholes!”
Rick slapped Dwayne hard and when he saw the blood coming out of the cop’s mouth, he sneered. Rick forced Dwayne’s head back and opened the cop’s mouth. Rick pulled off his posing trunks, ignoring the throbbing pain in his purple-colored balls. He shoved his 10-inch iron cock into Dwayne’s mouth and face fucked the cop hard! Dwayne struggled and screamed, but then accepted Rick’s cock – he had done it to Rick and he let Rick take his vengeance. Dwayne only hoped that it would calm Rick down long enough to set him free. Dwayne had to concentrate to breathe. Rick was pounding hard, viciously raping his partner’s mouth. Rick was sweating with rage then he exploded into his former friend’s mouth! Rick came and came, filling Dwayne’s stomach with cum and blood!
Rick fell back, his cock softening, his massive tool was covered in cum and blood. The massive cop started crying in the middle of the ring. Dwayne started crying too. Rick cried for 10 minutes then got up. He walked over to the ring ropes and freed Dwayne. Dwayne fell forward, his arms completely numb. Dwayne crawled to his knees and said, “Look man, I’m sorry, but I had no choice! Those fuckers were crazy!”
The cops talked for a half hour. Rick was still furious, but they agreed that they had to stay united. Despite their best efforts, though, they could find no solution.
*****
Two weeks later, the two crooked cops reported for work. They had quit with notice from the Police and were ready to start their new lives. The two men walked in and Mark and Harry welcomed them. “What are we supposed to do? You want us to stock shelves or something?” a sullen Rick asked.
“Oh no,” Mark smiled, “You’ll be working in the back. Come with us.”
When they entered the backroom, Rick and Dwayne were in awe. Mark and Harry had rented out the store next door and expanded. As they looked around the ‘storeroom’, the two ex-Cops were shocked. It was a bondage dungeon and a fully-equipped gym, with weights and cardio equipment. There were also mats and a wrestling ring. “What the fuck is this? We’re just working for you …”
“That’s right. See you gave us a wonderful idea. We’re expanding our operations. We have two new investors who really believe in our idea. You two are our new muscle bottoms. You will work out four hours a day to keep those hot bodies ready to go and then be worked on by our customers for 8 hours a day. We already have a list of men who want willing muscle stud slaves and are willing to pay top dollar for them. You will do whatever they tell you. Some will want to wrestle you, some will want to fuck you, others will want things we cannot even imagine. But no matter what they want, short of permanent physical harm, you will comply. We’ve set up a pay-per-view website, so new clients can get a taste of what we offer – they’ll be able to watch you work out, which you will do nude, by the way, plus watch our other customers have their way with you. And, once we release the video of our match, which the studio whose facilities we used is very excited to do, I’m sure even more customers will come rolling in. Oh yes, this will be a very lucrative arrangement, gentlemen. Well, for us anyway.”
The two muscle studs looked around and saw the cameras for the website. They started to refuse, but Mark and Harry convinced them otherwise. Harry said, “Look boys, we have a legally binding agreement. But if you prefer, we can always release the unedited tape – how would you guys like to go to jail for extortion? I don’t think other prisoners like ex-cops much, do they Mark?”
“Actually, I think they love them. Well, at least until they kill them.” Mark and Harry laughed. “Welcome to your new lives. Now, get on your knees, boys and start worshiping.”
“Welcome to our new lives,” Rick whispered and the two ex-Cops sank to their knees, reality finally setting in.
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