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Subject: The Cyclist and His Protector “Colin! Colin!” Shouted a portly man in a yellow windbreaker as he ran among tents and tables at the finish line of a professional bicycle race. His voice echoed among the rustic European buildings around him. He looked past riders as he bustled toward his own team’s expansive tent. He arrived to find a pair of riders in black and white clothes sprawled in lawn chairs in the shade, their bodies covered in sweat and their lean legs taut and bulging. One of the riders, a handsome twenty something with a shock of dark blond hair and icy blue eyes sat up. “What Eddy?” The rider asked, his voice tinged with a very slight Australian accent. “Colin! You need to get up to the podium right now. You know how this goes, come on!” He rolled his hands together to gesture the rider to hurry up. The young man stood up with great care, his heavy legs wobbly from the dozens of miles he cycled only minutes before. His cleated shoes clip-clopped on the pavement as he went over to a cloth hat and pulled it on. “No, no, no!” Eddy motioned first then took the hat off. He handed Colin a sweat filled helmet. “Fuck that! That thing needs a bath in Lysol.” Colin motioned it away. The other rider chuckled from his seat. “Lysol isn’t paying you ten thousand Euros a year to use their product, Giro is!” He shoved the helmet into Colin’s hands. The young rider put the helmet on and ducked out of the tent. Eddy followed with his hand on his shoulder to pull him through the crowd. Once they reached the rear of the podium which was blocked from view, Eddy backed off and gave Colin a thumbs-up. Colin shrugged and waited for his name. He walked through a curtain and onto a stage in front of it. There he met a modest crowd of fans of his athletic achievements. He smiled and waved to them all as he was supposed to, although all he wanted was his after race bath and massage. Two women in glittering dresses walked up to him on either side, one handed him a bouquet of roses and the other a bottle of champagne. He scanned the crowd as a race official brought his trophy out, another in a long list. The two females clutched his arms and pretended to kiss him on the cheeks for a photo op. He cringed in disgust. As the official handed him the trophy, Colin’s eyes froze on a man in the audience with dark sunglasses and a camera around his neck. The man reached inside his jacket with his right hand, his face without expression as he did so. Colin shoved the two women aside and took a step back but had nowhere to run. A fraction of a second later a burly man in a yellow windbreaker like Eddy’s leapt for the man and the two crashed to the ground. The crowd scattered in a flurry of screams and shrieks. The race officials pulled the two women from the stage and urged Colin to follow but he stared in disbelief. The man he was watching tried to break free and ran a half step before he was hidden behind the man in the windbreaker. The man in the yellow jacket climbed on top of the other man and slammed his fist into his face several times. He grabbed the other man’s arm and slammed it to the ground with vicious resolve. The man stopped moving and pulled his hands up to his face in a defensive pose. Green clad police swarmed the stage and around the giant man in the yellow jacket. Colin shrugged them away and saw the man strip his windbreaker as he gasped to catch his breath. He was wearing a tight sleeveless black shirt that showed his gigantic physique. Around his neck he had an American police badge and a firearm under his arm in a leather holster. Colin felt satisfaction as his bodyguard pulled the smaller man to his feet by the collar. He shoved him toward the police and a bystander handed him his coat. The group walked away as Colin was finally coaxed from the stage and out of the public eye. Several minutes later, Colin was sprawled out on a sofa in his trailer drinking a bottle of water. He heard a knock at the door and sat up. “If you aren’t Sullivan or carrying a big sack of cash, I’m not here!” Colin shouted. The door opened anyway and inside stepped his bodyguard. The man walked inside and pulled the door shut. Colin leaned back and smiled. He spread his legs a little and motioned for the man to sit across from him. “We get the bastard Sully?” Colin asked as he motioned again for the man to sit across from him. He did so and leaned forward on his knees, his biceps bulging between his folded arms as though they would burst from the skin. His Chicago Police Department badge dangled from his neck. “Doesn’t look like.” Sullivan shook his head. “No? Fuck!” Colin shook his head and took a drink. “Wish we would get him too, looks like that guy was a thief, had a lot of people’s wallets with him and a box cutter. Tried to cut me with it though, that was enough to get the authorities to take him away.” “Enough to get you to pound his face in too!” Colin laughed. “We’ll see if he sues me for that.” Sullivan shrugged and gave Colin a knuckle five. Colin leaned back further and spread his legs a little more so his knees were on either side of Sullivan’s. He smirked and took a drink of his water. Sullivan leaned back a little. “What’s up?” He asked and looked to the door. Colin started to stroke his dick under his shorts. Sullivan flicked his eyes from his dick to his mischievous smile. “Come on, you know what’s up.” Colin played. “Try me.” “Little trade secret I can share with you. Wearing this shit turns me on, so does watching the other riders. End of a race, I always dump a load, gets the mind ready for the next time. Makes me ride harder.” His breathing was a little labored as he pulled his gloved hand over his shining, bulging cock. Sullivan did not react. Colin leaned forward and put his free hand on Sullivan’s thick forearm and leaned toward his face. He could smell sweat from the fight and started to stroke his dick harder. He kissed Sullivan’s closed lips but was able to push his tongue through them with little resistance. Sullivan leaned in and kissed back hard. He ran his tongue around Colin’s lips and rammed it into his mouth. He ran his hand down Colin’s leg and cupped his ass. He ran his other hand up his wiry arm and grabbed his shoulder hard, controlling his movements. Colin groaned in pleasure and triumph and stroked harder and harder. Colin mumbled and pushed Sullivan back a little. Sullivan leaned in to kiss again but Colin shook his head and reached down to unbutton his jeans. Sullivan smiled and leaned back as his fly started to come down. Colin reached in and pulled out Sullivan’s enormous fat cock. He looked up at Sullivan, winked at him, and smiled. He put his mouth around the head and dove on it. A moment later Colin coughed and gagged. Sullivan laughed. “Oh, the big man thinks he’s something huh?” Colin sneered. Sullivan shrugged and thrust his pelvis back up toward Colin’s chin. The cyclist sunk his lips onto it with more caution this time, and used both of his hands to ride up and down the shaft until he felt Sullivan relax. He released one of his hands and started stroke his own dick through his shorts again. The two motions were in rhythm, punctuated by deep grunts of pleasure by Sullivan. Sullivan started to spurt precum inside Colin’s mouth and it dribbled down the shaft of his dick. Colin eased back, until he felt he had gotten the big cop close enough. He pressed his tongue against the shaft and ran it up and down. Sullivan’s jaw quivered and he pulled his shirt up to avoid the spray he knew he would make; exposing his rock hard pecs and fist sized abdominal muscles. At just the right moment Colin dove back on Sullivan’s dick as hard as he could. Sullivan clenched his teeth and veins stuck out on his neck as he held his breath while the huge load flooded out of him. It was more the than Colin could handle and it spurted out of the corners of his mouth. Once he finished, Colin eased back onto his own seat and let his head fall back against the cushion. A shimmering trickle of white could be seen from the head of his dick over his thick thigh and onto his knee. He seemed not to notice as gravity took over with his change of position and the cum flowed over his inner leg and onto the cushion. Sullivan regained his composure and tucked his flaccid dick back in his pants. He stood up to button it and looked down at Colin who was smiling at him. “Enjoy that?” He asked. “Oh fuck yeah I did!” Sullivan gave him another knuckle five. “What’s your tattoo mean?” Colin was coy. “Excuse me?” Sullivan asked as he heaved his pants back up over his muscled legs. “You pulled your shirt up and I saw a tattoo. What is it?” “Oh, got that when I was in the military police a few years back. Crossed pistols.” Sullivan zipped his fly. “Interesting. Chicago cop turned part-time mercenary and was in the army. Anything else about you I need to know? You just a bodybuilder or you play a sport?” Colin stood up and stripped his jersey off revealing his chiseled chest and defined muscles. He had a smooth perfect upper body with thick veins in his forearms and flaring shoulders. His lower body was more impressive with his broad quadriceps muscles and diamond calves. “Played ball in college.” Sullivan pulled his eyes away. “Oh? Baseball?” “Football.” “Nice! I’d give a mint to see you in some football kit.” Colin grabbed Sullivan’s waist from behind and sprawled his huge thighs so he could rub his dick against Sullivan’s ass. Sullivan’s dick became hard again in his jeans and he shook his head to blink the thoughts he was having away. The young cyclist had gotten in his head. “Is that a no?” Colin asked as he bit down on Sullivan’s thick neck muscles. “A no to what?” Sullivan pulled on the door handle. “To me getting to fuck around with you.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I need to get back and out and look for your stalker.” Sullivan pulled the door open. Colin shoved it closed. “Good god! In all of the world I never met anyone as opposed to mixing business and pleasure as I did when I met people from the Midwest. You’ve got this. Protect me in my bed you fool!” Colin poked at Sullivan’s pistol. “I don’t think you realize how much I want to, I really do.” Sullivan ran his hands over Colin’s arms and looked at his chest and down toward his tight shorts. “But?” Colin pushed in closer. “I don’t think this is a good place for this.” “Oh? So another place might be good?” Colin smiled. “I wouldn’t say no.” Sullivan leaned in and whispered. “Come to my suite at nine. Bring your gun and your cuffs.” Colin turned away and walked to the bathroom. “Why?” “I have a dark side I don’t get to play with enough. It’ll be worth your while stud.” Colin spoke from the bathroom as he threw his shorts out the door. Sullivan started to walk toward him to see the beautiful athlete naked. The bathroom door slammed shut in his face. “Nine o’clock!” Came through it. Sullivan chuckled and left. Sullivan arrived at the posh and modern resort Colin was staying at and found his way to a series of private entrances to elite suites overlooking a pool and garden in the center of the resort. He walked over a secluded balcony and knocked on the door. Sullivan was not surprised to see Colin bare-chested and wearing a pair of black cycling tights with two white chevrons accenting his calves. Sullivan stepped back and looked at the beautiful athlete for a moment before he was pulled inside. “Well come on!” Colin ordered. “So this is what the inside looks like.” Sullivan looked around. “Ah yes, you always have to watch it from that dreadful truck we rented.” Colin laughed, his accent seeming to be thicker than normal. “Right.” Sullivan pulled his jacket off and threw it on the couch, exposing his monstrous physique and his firearm in its holster hanging from his shoulders. “There it is.” Colin’s words trailed as he looked in wonder at Sullivan’s handgun. He moved in closely and placed his hands on Sullivan’s broad chest muscles and leaned in for a deep kiss. Sullivan kissed back but only for a moment before breaking away. kızkalesi escort “What’s this obsession with my gun?” “Oh nothing, it’s just power. Makes me scared and horny at the same time.” Colin moved in and stole another kiss, his dick getting firm. He grabbed Sullivan by the wrist and pulled him over to the sofa and motioned for him to sit. Sullivan sat down and Colin straddled him, his knees against the rear cushions and his pelvis against Sullivan’s chest. Colin started to suck on the cop’s neck as he ran his hands down his straining t-shirt and to his pants. He unbuckled Sullivan’s belt while he flexed his chiseled muscles in the cops face. Sullivan ran his hands up Colin’s marbled arms and behind his head to pull him in for another kiss. Colin pulled Sullivan’s belt loose and yanked it up in triumph. He flashed into a childish grin when he heard the clink of metal on metal behind Sullivan. “You brought them?” He smiled and groped behind Sullivan. “Two pairs.” Sullivan said as Colin came up with two tangled pairs of handcuffs. He looked at them in wonder. Colin clicked one onto his own wrist and laughed. “That’s not how you do it.” Sullivan chuckled. “Oh?” Colin asked. “No, you push like this.” Sullivan shoved a closed cuff against Colin’s other wrist and it snapped into place. Colin laughed louder. “Now how do I get them off?” Colin asked and Sullivan produced a key from his pocket. Colin removed them both and held them in wonder. His dick was hard and straining inside his lycra tights. “So? Now what?” Sullivan asked as he ran his hands down Colin’s ass and over the backs of his legs, playing a little with the stitching on the white chevrons straining over the athlete’s legs. “I don’t suppose…” Colin reached back and tried to attach the handcuff to his ankle but it was not large enough to close. “No, I have special cuffs for that.” Sullivan took both pairs away from Colin and set them on the arm of the sofa. “Ah, well for next time then.” Colin dug Sullivan’s dick out of his jeans. “Sure.” Sullivan craned his neck up to kiss Colin again but was again disappointed when the athlete pushed him back. “I have some clothes for you.” Colin stepped over to a nearby chair, adjusting his hard cock in his pants. He grabbed two shining garments and tossed them to Sullivan. “We playing dress-up?” Sullivan was frustrated as he unfolded a green and a purple pair of football pants. “Oh come on, play along and I’ll make it worth your while.” Colin wrapped his tanned arms around Sullivan’s shoulders from behind the sofa. “How’s that? Where’d you get these nasty colors?” Sullivan pawed at the garments. “Little hard to find football pants for a man your size in this town on short notice. See which one fits.” “You’ll make it worth my while?” Sullivan stood up and carried one pair in each hand. “You can fuck me how you like all night long stud. Any way you want.” Colin moved close to Sullivan and started to pull his shoulder holster off. Sullivan preempted him and put in on the edge of the sofa near the handcuffs. “Go get dressed!” Colin ordered. Sullivan went to a bathroom and shut the door. Colin stroked his dick as he heard the grunts and struggles of the huge cop trying to squeeze into the tight pants. A few minutes later Sullivan emerged wearing just the purple pair of pants. His form was silhouetted perfectly by the bathroom light. “Well, well!” Colin rocked back on his chair. Sullivan walked up to him, his massive leg muscles rippling under the form-fitting fabric. Colin stood up to meet him and the two walked back to the sofa. Before he could sit, Colin handed him his shoulder holster and sidearm. “You want me to wear this?” Sullivan asked. “Remember, I’m a kinky fuck.” “Yeah, I guess.” Sullivan pulled it on over his bare chest and shoulders. “A kinky fuck who’s rich and has a perfect body and a tight ass. So why not play along?” Colin ground his package against Sullivan’s straining crotch, the two smooth fabrics moving easily against each other and charging both men with sexual energy. “This way.” Sullivan ordered and pulled Colin toward his bedroom. Colin complied but grabbed the handcuffs as they went and hid them behind his back. In the bedroom, Colin set the cuffs on the dresser. Sullivan grabbed Colin and tossed him backward onto the bed with a thud. He climbed over the cyclist and ran his lower lip across his chest and up to his lips. “So what do you want? Just me in some tight pants?” Sullivan asked. “No stupid. I want to know what makes the big man tick.” “Oh?” Sullivan straddled the cyclists iron thighs and lowered his dick to press it against Colin’s but the athletes leg strength held him back. “I want to know what I can do to push you to total pleasure, and make you scream out in ecstasy. I want to do whatever it takes to make you get a hard-on every time you even think about me.” Colin clawed the backs of Sullivan’s legs and made him shiver. “I already think about you in the shower. That good enough?” Sullivan teased as he pawed at Colin’s chest and sucked hard on his neck. The athlete moaned for a moment and let Sullivan work. “You ever been handcuffed?” Colin asked as he moved his hand over Sullivan’s bulging crotch. “You want to lock me up?” Sullivan continued to kiss Colin and ran his hands over his back. “Yeah. You willing to let me do that?” Colin purred in Sullivan’s ear. “Not a fan of that idea. What are you going to do?” “I won’t hurt you or anything. I just want to see what kind of man you are when you don’t have control. I think it would be hot.” “Another time…” Sullivan pressed his chest against Colin’s and held both of hands against the athlete’s back. Colin nibbled a little on Sullivan’s bulging arm. “Oh come on. You’ll be so happy you did. You know you find me irresistible, I see it in your eyes. Let me have control for a little while and see what I can do.” Colin shoved his tongue in Sullivan’s mouth and kissed him deep and hard before he let him answer. “Okay, what are you going to cuff me to?” Sullivan asked. Colin shoved him up on his knees and squirmed out from beneath him to sit up. “Really?!? You’ll let me?” Colin smiled. “You’re like a little kid.” Sullivan laughed. “Help me turn the bed up, we’ll use the spring.” Colin got up and started to pull the bed apart. Sullivan followed along until the two uncovered the broad bed frame full of springs. “I didn’t think they made beds like this anymore.” Sullivan looked at the metal device. “This is Europe, they still make things simple.” Colin pushed the frame at an angle against the wall, his even physique flexing to perfection as he lifted it. “Want me to shut this door?” Sullivan motioned to a sliding glass door to a nearby balcony covered with billowing curtains. “No, we’ll make it plenty warm in here. Step up here I think.” Colin motioned to an opening in the springs just above the floor. “Why do I get the impression this isn’t an idea you just came up with?” Sullivan winced as he stepped into the position, his back against the springs. “Smart man. Not too uncomfortable?” Colin walked forward and stroked Sullivan’s legs. “Not at all.” Sullivan liked the reclined position he was in. Colin retrieved the cuffs. “Is this how you do it?” He clicked the cuff onto Sullivan’s wrist like he was shown. He closed it to fit. Sullivan nodded; his heart beating fast at the prospect of being restrained. Colin repeated the procedure on the other wrist with the second cuff. He kissed Sullivan as he lifted his meaty arm up and handcuffed it to the corner of the bed frame. Sullivan looked up at the restraint but allowed Colin to finish the job on the other side. “Very nice!” Colin stepped back and admired the muscular man held in place before him. “Fuck! Now what?” Sullivan laughed as he shook off his nerves at his compromised position. “You tell me all your deep dark fantasies.” Colin moved in close and hooked his foot into the frame and leaned forward. He drove his knee with gentle firmness against Sullivan’s package, making the cop grit his teeth. “Why my gun?” Sullivan looked down at the muscular leg he had pressing against his manhood. “Oh, I just liked the thought of you having all these muscles and that great big gun with you and being totally helpless.” He unlaced Sullivan’s pants and let them spread around his cock. He stroked it through the laces and kissed Sullivan. “Like that?” Colin asked. Sullivan nodded. Colin caressed Sullivan’s chest with his lips and tongue while he worked the cop’s dick free from his pants. When he pulled the massive cock loose he stepped back to look at Sullivan’s rigid manhood. He knelt down and started to suck and stroke in rhythm. Sullivan breathed hard and watched. Colin backed off when he felt Sullivan was at the point of climax and moved down his legs with his lips. He moved from thigh to calf and then back up and gave Sullivan’s throbbing cock a kiss. He moved up to kiss Sullivan again and grabbed the football pants laces in each hand. He wrapped them around the cops testicles and dick and crossed them. “You might not like this part.” Colin whispered as he pulled the strings into a tight knot, making Sullivan grunt hard. “What the fuck did you do that for?” Sullivan demanded. “I wanted to.” Colin pulled the strings tight and tied them in place. Sullivan’s package was contained outside the lycra pants and throbbed a little. Colin started to stroke the shaft of his cock. “That fucking hurt. Untie it.” “Yeah right.” Colin continued to stroke until Sullivan’s protests weakened. “You are a kinky fuck.” Sullivan whispered. Colin moved down and started to suck his dick again. This time he massaged both of Sullivan’s thighs as he sucked. Sullivan started to moan with pleasure. Colin backed off and smiled and wiped his lips with the back of his smooth arm. He stroked Sullivan’s dick hard and fast and squeezed it. He felt it get thick and saw his testicles straining against the knot. Colin stopped without warning and started to run his pinky finger along shaft of Sullivan’s dick. He touched his tongue to the tip of it and chuckled as he kept the cop so close to orgasm his dick bounced with the slightest touch. Sullivan breathed hard as Colin held him at the brink. Colin grabbed his dick at the base and ran his hand up it hard and felt it clench. He let go and looked up at Sullivan. The cop looked down with a piercing stare but Colin blew a little air over the tip of his dick and flicked it with his thumb. A moment later, a trickle of white cum dribbled out. “Fuck you.” Sullivan gasped as Colin stroked him some to provoke the rest of the flood to push past his string bindings and find its way out of Sullivan. Colin shook his dick hard and pulled the rest of the cum out. “Look at all that wasted.” Colin pointed to the ground and the white puddle. “What the fuck did you do that for?” Sullivan was red faced and furious. “I wanted to.” Colin shrugged and gave Sullivan a quick peck on the cheek and left the room. He came back a moment later with a pair of running shoes. “What now?” Sullivan snapped out of his hormonal delirium. “Well, you can probably relax. I’m going for a run.” Colin pulled the shoes on and put his leg up onto the dresser in an impressive stretch. “A run? You can’t leave me like this.” Sullivan shook his head and pulled at his bindings. “I always go for a run this time of night, you know that. I’ll be right back.” Colin smiled and pulled on Sullivan’s softening dick, bringing it back to life. “This was a bad idea. Let me down.” “I don’t want to. Trust me, round two will go more in your favor.” Colin rubbed the head of Sullivan’s dick against his own straining package. Sullivan gritted his teeth and pulled against his bindings again but Colin walked out the doors and let them close behind them. Sullivan flailed against his bindings but realized how stupid he was acting and relaxed. He chuckled to himself as he looked down at his flaccid dick hanging loose in the strings of his football pants. About tarsus escort fifteen minutes later, Colin returned, his upper body glistening slightly with sweat. He pulled on a pair of fingerless cycling gloves, accenting his forearm muscles. He sipped some water from a bottle and walked over to Sullivan. “How we doing?” Colin asked as he pretended to examine his specimen. “Pretty good sport, when do get to the fun part?” Sullivan laughed. “This is the fun part. We still in the mood?” Colin bent forward and blew over Sullivan’s dangling manhood. It jumped to attention and Colin kissed the head of his cock and stood up. “Looks like we’re still where I want you.” Colin’s own dick became rock hard and erect at the sight. “Yeah, I am I guess.” Colin leaned in and kissed Sullivan and let the big cop shove his tongue into his mouth. The handcuffs jingled as Sullivan moved to push his massive frame against Colin’s body. The young athlete leaned in harder, pressing chest to chest and ground his package into Sullivan’s. “So this is the fun part?” Sullivan mumbled as he and Colin kissed. “No, this is.” Colin smiled and dribbled his ice cold water on Sullivan’s abs without warning. The cop quivered and shook and the water trickled around his cock. “What the fuck Colin?” Sullivan shivered. “Don’t like being teased? It’s all in fun.” “I’m going to pound your ass like a jackhammer when I get down from here.” Sullivan joked. “Right. You might find yourself nothing but a mindless sex slave by the time I’m done twisting your mind.” Colin stroked Sullivan’s cock with his rough gloves. “Never happen pal.” Sullivan whispered. “Then stop me, or I’ll let you drop another load on the ground.” Colin stroked harder. Sullivan heaved his heavy legs up and clenched his thighs around Colin’s neck with lightning speed. He gasped as he dangled from the handcuffs in agony. Colin smiled and squirmed in as far as he could. He pulled down but Sullivan’s grip was unbreakable. He started to lick and suck on Sullivan’s dick as he felt the cop increase the pressure on him. “Suck it punk!” Sullivan grunted as he tried to hold himself up. Colin worked hard on his dick, turned on by the quivering slabs of muscle on either side of his face. Sullivan’s energy started to fail and he slowly lowered his legs. “Come on big man, show me who’s boss.” Colin kept working his cock as hard as he could, knowing full well the strings around Sullivan’s dick would make it hard for him to reach release. Within a few seconds, Sullivan’s wrists refused to take the strain and he released Colin and lowered his legs to the frame to support the weight of his body. “Awe, pity.” Colin laughed. He pulled down his tights and exposed his dick. He stroked and stroked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Sullivan. His cock exploded in a fountain of cum at Sullivan’s feet as he shuddered. Sullivan watched in rage and veins strained on the sides of his neck. “That always feels so good. I’ll bet you wish you could just stroke it off like that.” Colin cleaned his hands on Sullivan’s thigh and pulled his tights up. He hopped up on his dresser and winked at Sullivan as he sipped some more water. “When you let me down, you’re going to get yours.” Sullivan smiled but his words were tainted with rage. “I know and I’m counting on it. I’ve still got lots of tricks, and your dick is going to convince your brain to play along with all of them.” Sullivan glanced toward the open door for a second and his expression changed. He quickly snapped back to Colin. The young athlete looked over at the door with concern. “Come here and kiss me.” Sullivan ordered. Colin looked around for a moment and moved toward Sullivan, his concentration broken by Sullivan’s strange change of demeanor. Colin kissed Sullivan but the cop moved to his neck and started to suck. He whispered as he did so. “Get the keys and unhook me.” “Why should I do that?” Colin was guarded. “This isn’t a game, trust me, make something up and uncuff me.” “Something wrong?” “Do it but be quiet about it.” Colin nodded and shoved Sullivan back. “Ok my friend, time to see if I’ve got you where I want you.” Colin grabbed the handcuff keys and moved back to Sullivan. He ground his package against Sullivan’s hard dick but did not get any response. Colin unhooked the one cuff and Sullivan let his arm drop. As soon as Colin turned the key in the second one, Sullivan flashed into action. He tossed Colin to the side and in two bounds leapt for the fluttering curtains by the open door. Colin heard a loud crash as Sullivan disappeared and heard a cry of pain and surprise. A moment later, a young man dressed in tight black clothes flew backward through the curtains into the room with Sullivan close behind. Sullivan jumped on top of the man and hit him in the face. The man flailed to defend himself and Sullivan pulled him up by the collar of his shirt. He hit him again at close range so hard the collar gave and his shirt tore open as the man hit the floor. “What the fuck!?!” Colin yelled as the man kicked Sullivan with both legs and freed himself. “Go see if anyone else is outside!” Sullivan tackled the man from behind and ripped his shirt almost completely off. The two hit the floor again as Colin ran to the balcony. Colin returned with a camera in his hand and saw Sullivan straddling the other man. “No one else but this looks like our stalker.” He waved the camera and Sullivan looked back. The man on the floor wasted no time and pulled Sullivan’s handgun from the holster and pointed it at him. Sullivan put his hands up and eased to his feet. The man scrambled back and stood up. “Oh dear.” Colin exclaimed as he put his hands up as well. “You’re done. Give me the camera.” The man ordered, his hands shook as he pointed the gun at Sullivan’s face. Colin moved to place it in his open hand. “Fuck this!” Sullivan grabbed the gun with his hand and shoved the muzzle toward the ceiling. He landed a devastating kick to the man’s crotch and watched him sink to the ground. The gun came free of his hand as he sunk. Sullivan gave the man a few more vicious kicks to his ribs and left him gasping on the floor, waving his hands in a gesture of surrender. Sullivan backed toward the dresser, gun still in hand. “Good work! Now what?” Colin asked as he stroked Sullivan’s sweat covered back. “I don’t know. Let’s ask him. Stand up asshole!” Sullivan ordered. The young man stood up. He was sweating and gasping for air, his eyes wide staring at Sullivan and his weapon. His shirt was torn off except for some tattered sleeves and he wore skin-tight black military fatigues tucked into combat boots. He was pale skinned and dark eyed and had spiked black hair. His body was lean and fit and he had broad shoulders. “I’ve got some ideas.” Sullivan snarled as he contemplated his pray. His sexual frustration was peaking and his dick sprung to attention again after losing his erection in the fight. “Oh what the fuck?” Sullivan looked down at his crotch and then at Colin as he holstered his gun and untied the laces and tucked his manhood back in the flimsy pants as best he could, the head of his cock still completely exposed above the waistline. “We should call the authorities.” Colin suggested. “Fuck the authorities. Take off your clothes.” Sullivan ordered. The man looked at him but did not comply. “Now!” Sullivan pulled his gun. “Yes, yes, please do not hurt me.” The man spoke with a slight accent and bent over to unlace his boots. Sullivan nodded and watched. “Sullivan! What are you doing you crazy fuck?” Colin jumped up on the dresser behind Sullivan and sat with his perfect legs on either side of the cop. He nuzzled his neck and ran his hands down his arms. “You owe me so much Colin; you can’t even imagine the things I’m going to do with you when we’re done.” Sullivan ran his free hand over Colin’s thigh and down to his ankle. The man stopped undressing and watched. “You call that undressed?” Sullivan barked and the man returned to removing his tight pants. The man stood naked in front of Sullivan and Colin, his arms at his side and his enormous cock dangling in front of him. He was built like Colin but thinner. He was still toned and in fine shape and his wiry form was ripped and toned. “Come here.” Sullivan requested in a friendly tone. The man did not comply. “I said com here.” Sullivan became slightly firmer. “I think he means it.” Colin suggested as he ground his hard cock into Sullivan’s back and gnawed on his neck. The man walked up to Sullivan and was knocked unconscious by the big cop’s elbow hitting him in the side of the head. “Holy shit!” Colin exclaimed. “Get the fucking cuffs.” Colin gave Sullivan the cuffs and he put them on the unconscious man’s wrists. He dragged the man into the other room by the handcuff chain and used the second pair to attach the chain to the banister. “Put this in the kitchen.” Sullivan removed his holster and gun and gave it to Colin. Sullivan went back to the bedroom and found the man’s pants. He searched them and found a wallet and some film in the pockets. He sifted through the wallet as he returned. His prisoner started to come to little by little. “Name’s Benjamin?” Sullivan asked as he knelt behind the man and motioned for him to come to his knees. “Yes. Please do not hurt me.” “Shut up and do as you’re told Ben. I’ll be right back.” Sullivan joined Colin in the kitchen. “That was fucking tight!” Colin exclaimed as the two men entered the kitchen. Sullivan wheeled on him and struck him across the face with the back of his hand. The explosive hit knocked Colin onto his back on the floor. The athlete stayed still on the floor with his hands on either side of his head in defense, his eyes wide with shock. “What the fuck was that for?” Colin asked, and felt stupid after he did. Sullivan stepped over him and reached down and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. “Ow ow ow! Not so rough asshole!” Colin yelled but was silenced by slap across the other side of his face. Colin coiled up into a fighting position and balled his fist and Sullivan let go. Sullivan spread his arms out and Colin struck him twice in the stomach. After the two hard slaps, he pulled his hands back and looked at them as he silently mouthed out the pain. “You done Colin?” Colin went to take another swipe at Sullivan’s face but the cop caught his fist in his hand crushed it until the cyclist sunk to his knees. Sullivan knelt down on one knee to join him. “You are good at what you do, and I’m good at what I do. You wanted to see what makes me tick, then you get to. Now you’re mine sport, and I think you know that.” His words rumbled through Colin’s head as the cyclist looked at him and tried to shrug the pain off. “Yeah, I get it Sully, you’re the man.” Colin dipped his eyes the floor. “No, I don’t think you do, but you wanted to fuck with me to make me take control. That’s what I’m going to do.” Sullivan did not let up on his crushing grip on Colin’s fist but pulled his short hair back with his other hand and gnawed on his neck and shoulder. Colin’s eyes bugged at the incredible crushing force of the cop’s hands but his dick throbbed at the sensation. Sullivan released the grip on Colin’s hand but held his hair firm. He stood up and pulled the cyclist with him and dragged him over to the sink and shoved his head down into the empty bowl. He ground his dick against Colin’s firm ass and felt himself start to lose control of his senses and backed off. He pulled out a drawer and fished through a bunch of knives. He pulled a large carving knife out and slammed it point-down into the counter for Colin to see. The display turned the tan cyclist white. “Slow down Sully, I think you’re taking what I did to you a little personal.” Colin plead. “Not at all, been a long time since I got to release the beast.” Sullivan reached down and stroked Colin’s rigid cock through his tights. His hands became sticky from the mix of sweat and precum the cyclist was soaked in. Sullivan grabbed the knife with his free anamur escort hand and pulled Colin back by the hair. He shoved the knife through Colin’s tights and slid the blade between his dick and navel. Colin’s hand dove down to protect his manhood and Sullivan stopped. “I’d put your hands on the sink before I make a mistake.” Sullivan grumbled and Colin obeyed. Sullivan snapped the blade up over the back of Colin’s dick and sliced the thin fabric through the waistline and the tights flipped open, exposing his dick and ass. Sullivan tossed the knife to the side and Colin slumped forward. Sullivan released his grip and stepped back while Colin sucked for air. “I think you’ve made your point”, the cyclist leaned on the counter with both hands, breathing in gasps. “I agree.” Sullivan turned Colin around and rubbed his hands over his body and kissed him deep and hard. Colin’s dick slid along Sullivan’s package and throbbed. “What now?” Colin asked. “You and Ben do what I say, when I say, until I’m tired of both of you.” Sullivan clutched Colin’s exposed sack in a firm but comfortable grip. “That’s so fucking hot.” Colin whispered and his lips quivered. “Get in there!” Sullivan shoved Colin through the kitchen entrance to the corridor by Ben. The captive man looked at the cyclist and the big cop in terror, noticing the state of Colin’s pants and how Sullivan shoved him forward. Ben had flipped onto his back, his arms pulled behind him to the banister. He pulled his knees up toward his dangling manhood and shrunk toward the stairs. “What are you going to do to me?” He asked. “Here we go with the fucking questions. Stick something in his mouth and shut him up.” Sullivan grabbed Colin by the arm and shoved him toward the man. Colin crouched over the man’s knees but steadied himself after the heavy shove. Ben did not lower his knees. “By something, I meant that pretty dick of yours.” Sullivan cuffed Colin in the back of the head. He kicked Ben in the back of the thigh and made his leg cramp up and drop to the ground. He walked around to repeat the action but Ben took the hint and lowered his legs to Colin could kneel over him. Colin was timid at first as he pushed his dick toward the captive man’s mouth, its shaft glistening with sweat from his run still. Ben’s eyes were wide and he clenched his jaw tight in protest to the action. “I don’t want to do this.” Ben whispered to Colin but the cop’s ears were keen. “There’s no fucking talking!” Sullivan walked behind Colin and worked his toes between the lying man’s dick and his testicles and started to crush them against the cold floor. As if on a spring, Ben’s mouth opened and he started sucking hard on Colin’s dick. Colin’s eyes went wide at the sensation he was feeling, surprised at the pleasure he felt. Sullivan reached around the cyclist and grabbed the tattered ends of the waistline of his tights and ripped it off in one piece. Colin looked down and saw his hands bring the long swatch of shining fabric toward Ben’s head and his dick. Ben backed away as Sullivan’s giant arms started to crush Colin’s frame as they came together. “You work til I tell you to stop. Got it?” Sullivan twisted Ben’s ear until his screamed and went back to sucking Colin’s cock. “You are a crazy fuck Sullivan.” Colin laughed. “Shut up.” Sullivan wrapped the fabric he was holding around Colin’s dick a few times and pulled it tight enough to bring tears to Colin’s eyes. “What did you do that for?” Colin shrieked. “I wanted to.” Sullivan walked onto the stairs in front of Colin. “I see.” Colin relaxed as the pain subsided as the elastic fabric eased up. Sullivan unlaced his football pants again and his semi-erect penis tumbled out. Colin saw it was just about eye-level and took his cue. He grabbed the enormous mass of manhood with two hands and licked the head until it came to full attention. Sullivan nodded in approval. Colin started to work over every inch of the cop’s cock and looked up for approval. Sullivan nodded and Colin worked harder, his own dick trying to burst past its bindings thanks to Ben’s efforts. Sullivan pulled back abruptly and Colin looked up in surprise. The cop walked around and grabbed Colin’s arm by the bicep and pulled him to his feet. Ben looked up and then tried to wipe his chin on his shoulder. Sullivan twisted Colin’s arm into a martial arts lock and made him bend forward. He pushed the cyclist toward the bedroom, the legs of his tights still attached and the waist tied around his package. Colin did not protest. “You don’t go anywhere.” Sullivan ordered Ben who nodded in response. In the bedroom, Sullivan’s sexually charged rampage was alive and well. He released Colin’s arm and held him against the wall by the throat. He did not push hard enough to strangle him, but the iron strength he possessed was apparent to the cyclist who did not fight. “Now I’m collecting my end of the deal.” Sullivan heaved Colin onto his back onto the stack of mattresses on the floor. “I knew I could make you play rough.” Colin half smiled after he hit the ground. “Where’s your helmet?” “What?” “Your helmet, where is it?” “Probably in the trailer, but I have a practice one in the closet. Why?” Colin asked. “Acting out a little fantasy of mine, and doing you a big favor.” Sullivan retrieved the helmet and strapped it on Colin’s head. “Now what?” Colin adjusted the chin strap. “I’ve always wanted to pull you off of your bike on one of your little training runs when you’re all tired and tight.” Sullivan rubbed his rigid dick. “That’s hot.” Colin whispered. Sullivan pulled Colin’s ankles over his shoulders and rubbed his chin against Colin’s taught leg muscles. He relished the exposed flesh and marbled veins pushing against the surface of the tanned skin. He ran his hands over the outsides of the cyclist’s legs and enjoyed the silky feel of the tights over the bulging ends of his quadriceps. Sullivan slapped Colin’s hands away from untying his bound cock and laughed. Colin frowned but his expression changed in a flash as Sullivan’s giant erection slammed into his ass. Colin saw stars for a second but then his eyes started to roll in ecstasy as Sullivan worked his cock back and forth inside of him. Sullivan clutched Colin’s hips and dug his fingers into the soft flesh, making Colin clench his teeth. Sullivan watched Colin’s face and then his purple and throbbing cock but his eyes slowly narrowed as he got closer and closer to climax. “Oh fuck yeah” Colin whispered as he clutched Sullivan’s flaring back muscles and felt his erection throb and fight past the knot. Sullivan released with a mammoth groan and a shout of triumph and Colin’s legs fell off of the sides of his shoulders. Sullivan slammed his dick forward another few times until his climax was finished and slowly withdrew. He saw that a little cum had pushed its way out of Colin’s dick, but the cyclist did not get a full release. “Told you I would pound you.” Sullivan stood over Colin, his football pants pulled partially down and his dick dangling to one side. “Yeah, no shit.” Colin just lay on his back with his legs splayed and his arms at his side. He made no effort to untie his dick or remove the helmet. “You might want to take a minute before you try going anywhere.” Sullivan laughed and walked toward the bathroom. “Yeah, like all night. How was that a favor?” Colin’s words were labored as he rolled onto his side. “You didn’t like it?” Sullivan asked through the bathroom door. “Oh, I did, every minute. Crazy fucker.” After a few minutes, Sullivan came out with his street clothes on. He walked over to Colin who was half asleep, just as Sullivan left him. “It was a big favor, because now you know that you working your ass off in your riding kit like that makes me so turned on that I can hardly wait to fuck you. So now you have more motivation to ride harder and get done faster.” Sullivan patted Colin on his thigh. “Fuck yeah.” Colin whispered. “Time for me to go deal with your friend out there.” Sullivan went to the door of the bedroom but received no response from Colin. “Well Ben, lucky for you, my head’s cleared up again. So now I can deal with you.” Sullivan walked into the kitchen and put his holster back on. “Now what? You going to try to do that to me too?” He nodded toward the bedroom. “Nah, you don’t seem like you’re interested. So why don’t you tell me who you were taking the pictures for.” Sullivan unhooked the handcuffs connecting the man to the banister. “I sell them on the internet.” “See, no you don’t. You sell them to someone that is blackmailing my boy there. So why don’t we figure out where he is. Huh?” Sullivan grabbed the handcuffs that were still on Ben and pulled the chain up over his head but put his booted foot on the man’s abs. “Seriously, I just sell them on the internet.” Ben started to panic. Sullivan jerked the chain forward until he was on his stomach and started to pull him forward along the floor at a trot. “What the fuck?” Ben yelled as he tried to regain his footing but he could not fight the momentum Sullivan had. Sullivan said nothing but opened the front door and dragged him through it, making him scream in agony when his testicles slammed against the threshold. “That’s one. We have the stairs and the walkway before I get to my truck. I figure your nuts will be part of the landscaping before then unless you give me some reason to go easy on you.” Sullivan looked down at Ben’s watery eyes and received a nod in return. Sullivan came through the front door of the suite at about two in the morning. He walked into the living room and saw Colin sitting in an arm chair in a tight red pair of underwear. He had a glass of wine on the table next to him and was looking at a laptop. “Well that’s done.” Sullivan said as he walked up to Colin. “Oh?” Colin asked. “Your blackmail artist was at the Marriott, and he’s being dealt with by the authorities.” “Nice work mate! Did our boy talk? I noticed his clothes were still here.” Colin motioned to the black clothing he folded and placed on the sofa. “He made a logical choice.” Sullivan laughed and sat his thigh on the edge of Colin’s chair. “I’d get up and give you a hug, but I don’t think I can.” Colin laughed. “Sorry about that.” Sullivan blushed a little. “Oh, don’t be. That was awesome. You’re blushing is cute too, tough guy.” Colin winked and turned to the laptop screen toward Sullivan. “What’s this?” Sullivan tilted it to look at it. “Some hot pictures of you hooked to that bed being all sexy and helpless for me.” Colin beamed. “Got them off of that asshole’s camera I suppose.” “Yep, and I’m keeping them.” Colin folded the laptop up and placed it next to the chair. He picked up his wine glass but Sullivan took it from him and drained it. “I’m sure you are.” He put the glass back down. Colin stood up slowly and adjusted his underwear. He put his hands on Sullivan’s chest and looked at him. He leaned in and gave him a long deep kiss. “You’ll play dress up for me again, won’t you mate?” “Yeah, if you will.” Sullivan put his hand on the back of Colin’s leg. “Maybe one day, you’ll have the guts to grab me on the practice route like you want to.” He pulled Sullivan by the wrist toward the bedroom. “Oh, that was just my imagination running wild thanks to your bullshit games.” “Yeah, of course it was, told you I could get in your head.” Colin pulled him harder. You know, if I hadn’t blown my nuts three times thinking about you since you left and didn’t need a day or two for my ass to recover, I’d let you fuck me again right now.” “Well, I guess you aren’t going to believe me if I tell you I was just playing along then.” “No, that was all passion big man, but no more with the butcher knife.” Colin laughed. “Guess that was a little far.” Sullivan felt embarrassed. “Nah, was so hot I can’t even tell you. I almost puked though, and now that I know you’re not going to hurt me, it wouldn’t be the same next time.” “You thought I was going to cut your dick off?” “I thought I’d pushed you so close to the edge of insanity that you weren’t really thinking straight.” “Ah.” Sullivan rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying, everything is an option.” “So you want me to surprise you again?” “Something like that. Now put my bed back together please, I’m a little stiff.” Colin gave Sullivan a slap on his ass. Submit comments to ail

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