Tuesday, September 4, 2018

An Officer and Three Gentlemen - Part 1

Greetings readers!

YES, I really am still alive, and I really DO intend to keep this blog going. I just haven't had much time to devote to writing or posting. Thanks for bearing with me, and I hope that you have all enjoyed the various stories I've posted on my blog to date.

The series I'm about to start posting is a modified and expanded version of a previous series of posts, all based upon an early (2000) story by the incredible Sack Stomper. I had originally written and posted just two chapters to this story, but that's now been expanded to SEVEN full chapters, including a conclusion that is all brand new. I hope you enjoy it! :D



An Officer & Three Gentlemen - Part 1
Based on an original story written by Sack Stomper in 2000

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A hot Detroit muscle cop has his massive balls busted wide open by three gorgeous hunks

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A dense and steamy fog had settled over Detroit. Officer Jason Allen, a young rookie cop with the force on his first night patrol, had landed into a situation hotter than the stale Great Lake's air of this Independence Day eve. 

The brightly lit silhouette of the Renaissance Center could be seen rising up from above the skyline of filth, disease, and scandal that constituted the Great Lake docks. Particularly macabre were those abandoned fixtures left empty long ago by Sears Roebuck, General Motors, and Waylend Glass, all of which had seen much better days. Jason wished he could be somehow magically transported away from the abandoned warehouses and dilapidated cranes and into the warmth and security of some penthouse suite in the Renaissance Center, but that wasn't going to happen. 

No, Officer Allen’s first night patrol had not gone well at all, and he now feared that he’d NEVER experience warmth and security again. 

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Jason Allen had joined the police force right out of college, for he felt a call of duty to protect and serve. He was also drawn to the physicality of the profession, for he’d always been a high-performing athlete, excelling at every sport he tried, from football to baseball to powerlifting to rugby to track and field. He’d begun working out in his teens to become stronger and more conditioned for sports, and he quickly discovered that he could put on top quality muscle mass with tremendous ease. In fact, he couldn’t seem to STOP growing; he graduated high school at a whopping 270 pounds of pure muscle, and by the time he’d finished college just a month or so ago, he’d become a true monster of mass, packing a mind-blowing 350 pounds of dense, hard, swollen, ultra lean muscle on his big, wide, 6’3” frame. And even though the young man was barely 23 years old, he was by far the biggest, beefiest cop on the entire metropolitan-area force…and he was still growing!! 

In fact, until quite recently, Jason had had aspirations of becoming a professional bodybuilder. The handsome young man had been blessed with truly superb genetics, providing him not only with herculean mass, but also a fantastically proportioned and gorgeously aesthetic physique. Jason had been fascinated by muscle men starting at a very young age, and had always dreamed of joining their ranks. The randy young man was fully bisexual, but his greatest sexual turn on was big, hard muscles on a big, hard man. Jason decided to make his dream of becoming a true bodybuilder a reality, and during his entire senior year at the university, he trained harder than ever before, pumping massive amounts of weight to push his body farther than ever before. The results had been spectacular, and in less than a year managed to pack on nearly another 50 pounds of prime quality beef onto an already phenomenally muscular body. 

Jason had planned to enter the regional collegiate bodybuilding event, held in the spring, as his first ever foray into a physique contest. He knew that he had both the size and the conditioning to utterly blow away the competition. Hell, he was so big and so ripped, he felt confident that he could have dominated even in the big leagues, but he knew that he had to win a pro card first before he could go head-to-head and muscle-to-muscle with the biggest men in the business. 

As the date for the competition neared, young Jason got even more shredded and diced than ever. He practiced his posing routine over and over in the full-length mirror until it was absolutely perfect, admiring his own mighty body as he did so. Jason was also an extremely handsome young man, and he knew it. His mixed German-Irish heritage combined to give him angular, intensely masculine features with a powerful jaw, strong chin, and prominent cheekbones, as well as very fair skin with a tendency to lightly freckle across his broad, muscular shoulders. His deep-set eyes were a captivating dark blue with thick, dark eyebrows, and his jet black hair was cropped short in an almost military cut. The same dark hair was also normally scattered across his arms, legs, chest, and abs, with much thicker thatches of hair at his crotch and armpits, but he had shaved off all of his coarse body hair to further showcase his extraordinary physique. He knew he looked amazing, his smooth and massively swollen muscles all but glowing with raw strength and male power, and he grew more and more excited as the event neared. 

The young muscle man had only one problem — finding a posing strap that would fit him. The hunky college stud had been blessed with almost impossibly handsome good looks and a physique that would make top-ranked professional bodybuilders green with envy, but his most extraordinary and impressive genetic gifts were reserved for his massive man parts. Jason had a colossal horse cock that was every bit of 12 inches long - completely soft! - and possessed of a mighty girth that had stymied nearly all attempts to accommodate the massive organ in mouth, pussy, or ass. Not that he’d mad many opportunities to try, mind you — his dashing good looks and titanically muscular size were far too intimidating for most people, so Jason had been on surprisingly few dates in his life, and even fewer hook ups. Even worse, when men and women saw the prodigious size of Jason’s epic cock for the first time, most ran screaming, and few that remained would even try to take on such an enormous meat cannon. 

Jason’s gargantuan gonads were even more astounding than his cock, if that could be believed — two oblong spheres of dense and heavy man meat that were each bigger than the biggest, juiciest ripe grapefruit. These were a set of nuts that truly earned the moniker ‘bull balls’, though even a prime breeding bull would have been jealous of the sheer size and mass of Jason’s twin nuggies. The young man’s bollocks were as heavy as they were massive, naturally stretching his hairy ballsac a good 4” from his crotch and creating an impressive and seductive dangle. Those huge balls were also phenomenally virile, constantly churning out colossal amounts of his prime baby batter and forcing the young super hunk to whack his massive meat several times a day just to avoid painful congestion in his bloated bull nuts. The few women that Jason had been with had taken one look at those gigantic gonads and were understandably terrified of being knocked up by the huge muscle stud if they even strayed too close to his monumental cock. Needless to say, not a single young woman had ever let the huge lug cum inside of them, not that he could ever fit more than the bloated, swollen head and perhaps the first couple of inches of his monstrous bull cock inside of them anyway. 

Despite the mixed reactions Jason had gotten from his monumentally oversized sexual equipment, and despite the fact that everyone who had ever seen him naked had called him a freak (sometimes in a good way, but more often not), Jason was incredibly proud of his magnificent endowment. His colossal horse cock and behemoth baby makers were his pride and joy, and he found time every day to lavish them with attention. It was only now that he was having such difficulty finding an appropriately sized bodybuilding poser that he was starting to realize that such gargantuan goods might be a liability. 

When Jason first placed an order online for a posing strap, he received a tersely-worded email reply from the manufacturing company, chastising the young man for playing some kind of weird, sicko joke. After some additional correspondence that left Jason feeling both embarrassed and frustrated, he resorted to sending the customer service agent a photograph of himself from the waist down - naked. An apologetic reply soon followed (which included a thinly-veiled request to meet the young man in person), along with assurances that the company would start manufacturing the custom-order garment as soon as possible. 

Twice, Jason received deliveries from the company and eagerly tried on the posing suit, only to find that the delivered garment was too small to accommodate the great massive bulk of his genitals. The seams on the straps were straining to near bursting both times, and still large swaths of his cock and balls were left exposed. Jason sent the first two garments back, along with photos showing the inadequate size and fit, and asked them to try again. The date of the show was now fast approaching, and still Jason had no posing strap. The company insisted that they would be able to deliver the item the morning of the competition. Getting up early, Jason made his way down to the local UPS hub right when the doors opened, grabbed his parcel, and headed directly to the event. 

The competition was being held at the huge downtown conference center, and the place was packed with both bodybuilders and spectators. Even in his baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt, Jason turned heads everywhere he went. His fantastic muscular size was apparent even through his loose-fitting clothing, for he dwarfed even the very largest of the other collegiate competitors. Combined with Jason’s heart-stopping good looks, many people just couldn’t help but gawk and stare. The young muscle man was more handsome than any movie star, and with his bright blue eyes and short, jet black hair, he looked like Superman himself…only even bigger and better looking! 

Jason finished checking in for the event and was shown to the back stage pump room. The young man was momentarily overwhelmed as he gazed out across the big, open room and drank in the sight of so many gorgeous, muscular young bodies. The dark-haired stud felt his huge cock twitch inside his sweatpants, and he immediately tried to distract himself from the powerfully erotic scene, lest his already massive cock grow even bigger! Once again, Jason’s mere presence caused heads to turn and hearts to race, and many eyes followed him as the big guy walked over to an open station against one of the walls and started prepping for the stage. 

The young muscle beast started focusing on getting into the right mindset for the competition, and was able to nearly tune out the room as he got changed. He thus didn’t hear the many gasps of shock as he hauled his oversized sweatshirt off over his head, revealing his utterly spectacular upper body for the first time. Jason was truly beyond massive, and many conversations in the room suddenly ceased as nearly all eyes turned to drink in the sight of the colossal young bodybuilder. The lad’s huge boulder shoulders were easily a yard wide, framing a big, bloated, behemoth chest that was a true masterpiece of muscularity. The twin plates of muscle were every bit of 6” thick, and so dense and shredded that the slightest movement caused striations upon striations to dance across their vast expanse. Jason’s upper arms were mind-blowingly massive and bursting with unspeakable power, measuring a nearly record-setting 23.5” around, and his huge, muscle-corded forearms were bigger and beefier than any of the other men’s upper arms! 

The wide flare of his ultra thick lats tapered down majestically to an extraordinarily muscular and shredded waist. Jason’s midsection was thick with dense and beefy muscle, including a corrugated 8-pack that was more deeply etched and ridged than a cobblestone street. Yet, despite the muscular thickness of Jason’s waist, his midsection was still extraordinarily narrow compared to the impossibly wide breadth of his chest, shoulders, lats, and arms. 

Oblivious to his effects on the other men in the room, Jason then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and shucked them down. He was wearing basketball shorts beneath the sweatpants, but his thighs were so colossally huge and thick with muscle that the shorts clung to them like a second skin, and therefore didn’t even reach mid-thigh. The clamorous sounds in the room had been reduced to hushed whispers and gasps of breath as the young man’s mighty wheels were revealed, showing them to be a perfect match for his phenomenal upper body. Jason’s thighs were like oak tree trunks, and his calves looked like a pair of footballs that had been so overinflated that they were ready to burst. Even his size 16 feet were thick and huge and muscular, a fact that had forced the mighty muscle behemoth to have to special-order all of his shoes since he’d been 14 years old. 

Jason turned around to open the UPS package, which was sitting on a bench behind him. Facing the wall, Jason’s gigantic back was now facing the room, the massive, chiseled, perfectly proportioned mounds of huge muscle looking like a relief map of some mighty mountain range. Every other bodybuilder in the room now knew without a doubt who the overall winner of the evening was going to be — there just was no contest! They all knew that they would now all be vying for second place. 

The bright blue poser looked small in Jason’s enormous hands, but it was certainly bigger than any that had come before. Hopeful that the third time would be a charm and that this poser would fit, Jason pulled down his basketball shorts, stripping completely naked. The young man exposed an ass that was so massively muscular, so powerful, so achingly beautiful that it could make angels cry, and several men in the room spontaneously came in their pants at the magnificent sight. The massive muscle bull, still oblivious to the commotion he was causing, stepped into his poser and pulled it up to his hips. He used his big hands to stuff his colossal cajones and titanic tube of a cock into the skimpy garment, causing the stretchy fabric to bulge and strain to its absolute limit. But after a few moments of poking and prodding and readjusting, a big grin spread across Jason’s achingly handsome face, for his entire package was fully encased within the bright blue poser. 

A happy Jason turned around, and the entire room went dead silent for a moment, followed by a collective gasp of shock and awe at the outrageous sight of the young man’s lycra-encased genitals. The titanic bulge created by the young bodybuilder’s equipment was beyond pornographic, and none of the men present could believe what they were seeing. The sudden silence finally woke Jason out of his reverie, and he looked up to find every eye in the room trained on his behemoth crotch bulge, and every jaw hanging open in utter shock. The handsome young muscle monster suddenly became self-conscious at all of the gaping stares, and for the first time, he wondered if it was a good idea to show up for the event. 

One of the older men in the room, a big, grizzled muscle man who had trained many of the other young men in the room, raised a big, hairy arm and pointed at Jason’s crotch, shouting in a taunting voice, “What the fuck is THAT?! What kind of weird, sicko FREAK is this guy?!? Hey, your mama fuck a horse or something???” 

The older man’s cruel and taunting words broke the ice in the room, and the other competitors and coaches started to point and laugh at the huge, dark-haired mega stud. Though every man in the room was secretly jealous of big Jason — his utterly phenomenal physique, his stunning male beauty, and the incontrovertibly colossal size of his meat and potatoes — they also felt threatened by the overwhelmingly masculine bull stud. Laughing at him and taunting him was a way to hide their own feelings of inadequacy around such an extraordinary specimen of man. 

Sadly, however, their tactics worked. 

Jason just stood there for several long moments, his fair skin quickly blushing bright red with embarrassment and shame. He found he couldn’t meet the cruel eyes or hear the taunting laughter any longer, and he pulled on his sweatpants, grabbed his shoes and gear bag, and ran out of the room as fast as his mammoth legs could take him — which was extremely fast! The sound of laughter and taunts followed him out of the room, and he had to blink tears out of his stunning blue eyes as he ran and dodged his way through the shocked and stunned crowd on his way out the door. Jason vowed to never enter a bodybuilding contest again, and that he would never expose his herculean body, let alone his more-than-ample crotch, to the public again. 

Little did the young man know, however, that a quick-thinking bystander had captured dozens of photos of Jason stripping off his clothes and squeezing into his poser. A bystander who harbored dark desires for muscle men, and hugely-hung muscle men in particular. A bystander who would soon track down Jason Allen with evil intent on his mind…

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After the fiasco of his aborted bodybuilding dreams, Jason threw himself into the final months of his university studies. He continued to hit the weights as hard as ever — perhaps even harder than before — but he allowed his perfect scattering of dark body hair to grow back in, and he threw the bright blue poser, the symbol of his embarrassment over his freakish size, into the trash. 

Jason graduated in May with highest honors, with double majors in business and communications, but found that he had no desire to enter the business world. Almost on a whim, he applied for a position on the metropolitan police force a week after graduation (it was either that or enroll in the military), and was awarded a position just weeks later. The young muscle man hoped that he would find his true calling in the service of his community. 

What Jason hadn’t counted on was being paired up with a veteran cop by the name of Sergeant Matthew Schmidt. Officer Schmidt was nearly a decade Jason’s senior, and had the hard-eyed, steel-willed demeanor of a career cop. He was also a hunk in his own right. Matthew Schmidt stood only about 5’9” tall, but he weighed a good 260 pounds, and from what Jason could tell through the man’s dark blue uniform, every ounce of that weight was pure muscle. The man wore his thick blond hair in a short buzz cut, making the planes and angles of his handsome face stand out even more. Matt still wore the bloom of youth, but Jason could tell that his was the kind of face that would in time become ‘ruggedly handsome’, especially with a jawline and chin so powerful and strong as to be just this side of exaggerated. 

Jason fell in instant lust with his hunky new partner, and did all he could to prevent the veteran cop from finding out. The young muscle giant may have had half a foot in height and a good 85 pounds in mass over the older cop, but Officer Schmidt wasn’t the least bit intimidated by Jason’s size. In fact, the Sergeant was, if anything, rather stern and harsh with the new recruit, but that only served to turn big Jason on even more. In just the few weeks that they’d been partnered together, Jason had learned to jerk off his huge meat at least a good two or three times before heading in to work, and even then, he had to fight throwing a boner his entire shift. Jason swore that he could feel an almost electric heat coming off the blond cop anytime the handsome older man was near, and by the end of each shift, the sweat and musk that had accumulated on the man’s skin was damn near intoxicating to the rookie stud. He would inevitably have to rush home after work and pull out another couple of loads, thinking about his hunky, beefy partner. 

But as fate would have it on this sultry Independence Eve night, Jason’s very first night shift, the big lad hadn’t had time to choke out a few loads prior to meeting up with his partner. The young man was therefore carrying TWO loaded guns that night — one in his holster, and a far bigger one stuffed down his pants…

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The evening had become a blur for young Jason Allen, as events had so quickly spiraled out of control…

He and Sergeant Schmidt were told to respond to a call that some young punks were carousing and raising hell inside an abandoned warehouse out by the docks. Upon arriving at the scene, the two police officers were ambushed by the three punks, who Jason later learned had been the very ones to phone in the anonymous tip. The three young men had their minds set on abduction and torture this hot, steamy night, and they had set a well-laid trap for the two officers. 

In the ambush, Officer Schmidt was shot in the chest multiple times at pointblank range just inches from Jason, felling the older cop instantly. The three assailants, armed with brass knuckles and tasers and lead pipes, had quickly subdued the stunned Jason, using the element of surprise to overpower the handsome and enormously-built young man with relative ease. They then stuffed his massive, unconscious form into the trunk of a beat up 1974 Thunderbird. Within minutes of the ambush being sprung, the car was speeding away from the warehouse district and towards points unknown...

6 comments:

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    1. Hey there, and thanks for the reply! It's great to hear from you, too! Sorry that I've been away for so long...

      And good news -- I'm currently working on another COYA saga at The Fun House! We hadn't yet picked the Yellow Door, so that's the story I'm writing now. The first story I've worked on this year, as a matter of fact! So I should have new material to post at least through early 2019.

      Thanks for still visiting my blog after that long hiatus!! :D

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  2. I’m already in love with this big guy

    Welcome back, btw what’s the frequency of post for this serie?

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    1. Thanks for the welcoming message! And to answer your question, a new chapter will post every Friday.

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