The Zeke
Chronicles
Chapter Seven-- Officer Colma, part two
by Aaron Strong a.k.a. Sean Scott
Foreword: Note: The stories in this series are purely
fictional.
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Zeke sat Colma down in the dusty roadway, then slipped
under the police cruiser, on his back. His head stuck out
from under the hood of the car. He looked up at Colma and
said "You were wondering about my bench press?" He grabbed
the chassis of the car and pushed it up. The front tires
came off the ground. Colma watched, not believing what he
was seeing. Zeke lowered the car and then lifted it again.
Zeke's huge arms easily pressed the car up and down. "How
many reps you think YOU can do, officer?" Zeke laughed. He
continued benching the car, bulging and rippling his huge
upper body in front of Colma's awestruck eyes.
Zeke crawled out from under the car. "I have to admit that
was a little bit showy," he said smiling. "But maybe this
might be a more meaningful demonstration." He moved close
to Colma and untied his ankles. "I think it's time we took
these off too," he said as he turned Colma around and
grabbed the plastic handcuffs. He snapped them apart and
Colma was totally free.
Zeke held Colma tightly and stood him up. He took the
officer's hands in his own. The two men intertwined their
fingers and Zeke raised their arms high above their hands
in preparation of the ironman test. Their palms were
together. Zeke looked deep into Colma's fearful eyes and
began to tighten his hands, forcing Colma's wrists
backwards. Colma pressed against Zeke and stopped the his
forward motion. Zeke grinned and pushed harder, moving
Colma back. Colma's face contorted as he struggled against
the inhuman brawn. Zeke forced Colma back and down, making
Colma's knees bend. Colma pushed with all his might. His
body shook. Zeke barely showed any effort. Colma moved down
farther. Zeke's upper body strength was astounding, and his
physique was incredible.
Zeke smiled, Colma fell lower, until his knees touched the
dusty ground. The police officer's thick, muscular forearms
ached.
Zeke let go. Colma groaned and rubbed his arms and
shoulders. Zeke reached down and lifted the crouched 260
pound officer up off the ground, high into the air, above
his head. Colma gasped. Zeke held him there, his huge arms
flexing and growing, suspending Colma in midair.
"You ready to submit?" Zeke smiled.
"What?" Colma stuttered. "What do you mean?"
"It's total domination time," Zeke said. "And I do mean
TOTAL domination. You ever been raped?" Zeke said as he sat
Colma on his feet. Immediately Colma began to throw up
punches and kick. Zeke met each strike with decisive
superiority. Zeke sacked Colma right in the gut, and
despite the protection of the bulletproof vest, the officer
doubled over, writhing.
"Shit," Zeke said. "I tried to do it gently. Sorry." Colma
had the wind knocked out of him. He nearly fell to the
ground, but steadied himself with one hand. As Zeke waited
for him to recover, Colma leapt up and began punching away
again, screaming and yelling. Zeke threw another punch and
Colma fell to the ground.
Zeke picked up the moaning cop and carried him over to the
police cruiser. He opened the back seat door and propped
Colma up against the rear quarter panel. Colma, weak and
groaning in pain, nearly fell back onto the trunk. Zeke
held him up and ripped off his shirt. He slowly undressed
the groggy cop, throwing his bulletproof vest aside.
Colma's rippling physique was pure pleasure for Zeke to
behold.
Zeke unzipped Colma's pants. Colma looked like he was
passing in and out of consciousness. Zeke pushed the pants
down. Within a few minutes Colma was wearing only his
boxers.
Zeke moved Colma inside the back of the cruiser, and laid
him down on his back. The leather seat creaked and groaned
under his weight. Colma became more lucid and started to
understand what was happening.
Zeke, still wearing only his jeans, smiled in to the almost
naked musclecop. "I figure the back seat of your police car
is the most appropriate place for this," he said.
Colma started kicking, hard. But Zeke grabbed them and held
them still. Colma's powerful legs moved against Zeke's arms
and the two struggled for just a bit. "Shit, you've got
some meaty legs here," Zeke exclaimed. "Awesome! That'll be
just awesome! Zeke let go of one of Colma's legs and put
his hand on the inside of his quad, up next to his crotch.
He pressed hard and squeezed against the nerve. Colma
winced, then almost collapsed. Zeke pressed harder. Colma
yelled in agony.
"Now, let this be a lesson, officer," Zeke said as he
released Colma's crotch. "Don't fight anymore, or you'll
feel more of what these hands can do. Shit, you're going to
feel plenty of what they can do, but I'd rather have it be
a pleasurable experience for you." He held up his hands,
looking at them. "These babies can give you an extreme
amount of pleasure, officer," he said. He looked at Colma.
"I'll bet you've never felt pleasure like these hands and
this tongue will be giving you." He stuck out his tongue
like Mike Matarazzo and wagged it tauntingly, grinning as
he withdrew it.
Even that suggestion caused Colma's dick to begin the
thickening process. And if that wasn't enough, Zeke looked
down at his belt buckle and started to undo it. Colma
watched, helpless and in part, unwilling, to resist. A
bright red glory trail, the only hair on his torso, led
from his lower abs into his jeans. Zeke unzipped his jeans
and opened his fly. His genitals had provided a very large
bulge in his pants; even Colma had noticed that. And now he
saw why. Zeke tugged and pulled at the jeans, and pulled
out his posers, spilling the fabric forward. The royal blue
trunks held a thick, long cock and two balls that rivaled a
horse's. His dick was soft now, having subdued himself.
Zeke reached down and gently touched Colma's boxers. His
fingertips barely caressed the thick black rod. "Yeah, I
think Mr. Musclecop is going to enjoy being raped by an 18
year old Hercules," he smiled. He fondled Colma's dick,
just to the point where Colma was starting to accept the
touch. Then he pulled back.
"I'll bet I can make that even harder," he said. He leaned
forward and positioned his huge body above Colma's. He
leaned down and tenderly kissed Colma on the lips. His own
penis started growing. Colma fought. He pushed his mighty
arms against Zeke, but the redhead didn't budge. He seemed
to enjoy the resistance, snuggling himself closer, kissing
more passionately. Colma dug his fingers into Zeke's
mammoth arms, yet they didn't give. Zeke smiled as he
kissed Colma, almost laughing.
"Yeah," he said, his tongue still inside Colma's mouth.
"Fight it, muscleman. Fight me. See if your big muscles can
force me off." He embraced Colma hard. He watched Colma's
face strain as the cop tried to fight him off. "Big
musclecop the biggest dude in the gym, but all these big
muscles of yours just don't do the job, do they..." He
leaned down closer. "Yeah, dude. Come on. Push me. Push me
off." He began kissing again.
Colma pushed with all his might. He wriggled and squirmed,
panting. His arms snapped into coils of steel, intertwined
muscle fighting muscle. Finally, he realized there was no
use.
Colma relaxed. He put his hands on Zeke's lats and held on,
wanting to resist, but unable. Zeke moaned. He pressed his
cock against Colma's, then fully laid down on top of the
musclecop's bare torso, their skin rubbing together, pec to
pec, abs to abs. Both men moaned; Zeke from pleasure and
Colma from terror and confusion. The kissing orgy lasted a
good five minutes, then Zeke pulled up. He palmed Colma's
cock again. "Yeah, I thought I could make it harder.
Colma' winced at Zeke's touch. His hand was huge, and
strong; yet his touch was soft and... well, erotic. Colma
didn't want to admit what he was feeling.
Zeke's boner was threatening the borders of his pants, so
he pulled himself out of the cruiser and stood up. He
pushed his jeans down. Colma nearly choked. Zeke's legs
were so thick, so gargantuan and ripped, he couldn't
believe it!
"Holy shit!" Colma gasped. "Your legs!"
"You like `em?" Zeke smiled. He began to ripple them,
flexing them and relaxing them. They looked like two cedar
tree trunks, they were so huge. And they bulged and
tightened with uncanny definition and vascularity.
Zeke's head was poking out of his posers. He reached down
and ripped open his blue trunks. A gargantuan set of
genitals fell forward. His cock was growing and dripping.
The honey oozed out of his slit hole and dribbled down his
cock, which was throbbing to the beat of his heart as it
grew more and more erect.
His red pubes were trimmed and manicured. There was no hair
on his horse balls. Only a small section above his genitals
were graced with a tasteful tuft.
Zeke crawled back inside the back seat and once again, put
his hand on Colma's hardon through his boxers. "Yeah, I'd
say you must like what you see, officer," he said as he
moved Colma's cock back and forth under the cotton fabric.
Zeke moved his hand onto Colma's upper leg, then slowly
slipped it upward, inside the boxers, just an inch or two.
He teased Colma's crotch, coming oh so close to touching
his balls, but not quite close enough.
Zeke pulled his hand out, smiling.
He leaned his body forward again, hovering over Colma's
muscular frame. Colma's chest rose and fell deeply. Zeke
supported himself with one arm, and with the opposite hand,
he pulled his cock away from his abs and forced it down,
sticking the end of it up Colma's boxer's leg, where his
hand had been, only seconds earlier.
Zeke's cock pulled the fabric away from Colma. He moved
upward, and his cock went inside the cop's underpants
farther. It dominated Colma's genitals, forcing its way on
top and pushing them aside.
Zeke laid back down. His cock dribbled honey all over
Colma's, which was also spewing precum. Zeke thrust his
dick back and forth and smiled, gazing into the cop's eyes.
"You know," he said as he started kissing Colma's face
again, "dominating you like this makes me even hornier. And
I think you're getting pretty horny too." He pulled back.
"Let's see just how horny you really are, Mr. Musclecop."
Zeke moved to the side, sliding partially over onto the
floor of the back seat. He pulled at Colma's boxers and
then started massaging. His big hand manipulated Colma's
rock-hard cock, teasing it and bending it. Colma's whole
body tensed.
Zeke grinned. He pulled the boxers down and exposed Colma's
penis and testicles. His boner was probably nearly a foot
long, extending well up above his navel. It was wet with
his own precum and Zeke's.
Zeke took his fingertips and softly ran them up the cock.
Colma held his breath. Zeke tickled it and teased it,
stimulating the cop like he'd never been stimulated before.
Zeke smiled at Colma. "Mmmmm. You like this." He pet Colma
very very softly, not even closing his fingers around the
cock. Colma tried to not show any reaction, but Zeke's
fingers were driving him wild. Zeke continued for a few
minutes, the he gently closed his hand around Colma's rigid
member. The precum was flowing heavy now. Zeke's hand
wrapped around the hard, long cock and began to
ever-so-slowly pump up and down. They were torturously
slow, gentle pumps. The skin of Colma's cock moved up and
down the solid steel rod-- slowly, laboriously. Colma
winced.
Zeke leaned forward and kissed Colma once. Then he looked
down at the hand-job he was giving. He capped the slit hole
of the penis with his thumb and gently tightened his grip,
pressing Colma downward only slightly. Zeke's wet thumb
started moving around and around the cock head, sloshing
Colma's precum, spreading the shiny honey all over the
helmet. Slowly, very slowly.
Instinctively, Colma started to push against Zeke's hand.
But Zeke pulled back, controlling the resistance very
closely. "Oh, you want more," Zeke smiled. He backed off
and opened up his hand. Colma's dong slammed against his
abs with a low thud. The precum splashed.
"Uh oh," Zeke teased. "What a mess I've made. Maybe I
should clean it up." He moved his face down and began
licking Colma's abs. The muscles tightened in front of
Zeke's eyes. He moved his tongue downward and licked up the
juice just above Colma's pubes, but not touching the dick.
Well, maybe the edge of his tongue brushed against the
dick, but only enough to further the torture.
Zeke got harder and harder the more time his face spent
close to the hard, black rippling torso. Shit, he was going
to love fucking this muscleman. Colma's
professional-caliber body writhed with torturous pleasure
as Zeke licked his abs. Zeke had fucked a lot of muscleguys
in the past few months, but Colma was in a league by
himself.
The cop's arms bulged and rippled as he alternately held
his breath, then breathed heavy, almost panting gulps of
air. Zeke propped Colma's stiff, long cock up on his temple
as he continued licking the lower abs. He pulled on the big
black balls, but didn't touch the shaft. Then, he turned
his head slightly and stuck the tip of his tongue out and
brushed the cock, mixing his saliva with the wet, sticky
precum. Colma tensed. Zeke slowly ran his tongue up to the
head. He paused, then pulled his head back. The stiff rob
thwapped loudly against Colma's abs. The cop groaned.
"Oh, you're liking this?" Zeke smiled. He tore Colma's
boxers from where they had been wrapped around his upper
legs. He tossed them outside the police cruiser onto the
dirt road. He put his huge hand between Colma's legs and
moved it upward, until his middle fingertip knocked on the
door of his ass hole. "Let's give you a little preview of
what's to come," Zeke grinned. He pushed open the hole and
slid his finger inside Colma's ass.
Colma jerked. "Oh shit, no," he moaned. The cock work was
fantastic, but he'd never had anything up his butt before.
This was disgusting. "Oh jesus, no," he groaned.
Zeke smiled and stared at Colma's pained face. His finger
moved upward. His clenched fist pressed against Colma's
ass. His finger was fully inserted. He wiggled it. Colma's
dick started to go limp.
"Uh oh," Zeke said. "We can't have that." He leaned
downward and with the tip of his tongue started massaging
Colma's cock. Immediately, it grew hard again. Zeke started
working tactile miracles on it, tickling it, licking it,
kissing it in all the right places. Colma moaned. He put
his hand on Zeke's head, urging him to continue.
Zeke sat up. "I'm glad this is turning into such an
enjoyable experience for you, officer. But now it's time
for ME to have a little satisfaction." He pulled out of the
back seat and stood up. He grabbed Colma's ankles and
pulled his ass to the edge of the seat, his big black legs
sticking outside of the car. Zeke repositioned himself. He
looked at the open car door.
"This thing is just going to get in the way," he said. He
dropped Colma's legs and wrapped one arm around the top of
the door, the other hand on the hinge-side of the door. His
mighty body tightened. The door creaked. Zeke's biceps
grew. His face tensed. The door creaked some more. He
pushed on the ground with his bulging Herculean legs. Zeke
closed his eyes and with a sudden SNAP the door came off
the car. He stood straight and smiled, holding the car door
in his mammoth arms.
"Holy fucking christ!" Colma gasped, looking downward out
the back seat.
Zeke turned and threw the door into the bushes. "You're
going to have a little explaining to do when they see this
car," he said. "I'd love to know what you're going to tell
them."
Colma's eyes were bugging out.
Zeke's hardon was a raging, red animal. He loved seeing
Colma's reaction to his little door feat. He leaned toward
Colma and grabbed his ankles again, spreading his legs
wide.
Colma's astonishment turned to horror. "Oh shit no!"
Zeke smiled, bent his legs, leaned forward and began
pressing the shiny red head of his cock against Colma's
glory hole. Colma began fighting. He jerked around like a
mad man. Zeke's big hands tightened around Colma's ankles,
spreading his legs even wider.
"Shit NO!" Colma screamed.
Zeke's head forced its way in, and as soon as the huge
helmet cleared the hole, it wrapped tightly around the base
of the cut. Colma groaned, but started to settle down. Zeke
moved in farther.
Colma froze. The sensation was so new! He watched as Zeke,
obviously in a state of intense pleasure, stared back.
Zeke's lips quivered and he bared his teeth as his giant
cock slipped farther and farther inside, parting the dark
tunnel with its thick, muscular girth.
Zeke's body rippled. He let go of Colma's legs, having
secured a tight lock on the cop's ass. He hit a most
muscular pose, and Colma nearly fainted. He had never seen
so much striated, ripped muscle before. The buff teen was
inhuman!
Zeke hit a few more poses. "Touch my pecs, cop," he
demanded.
Colma obeyed immediately. His black hands felt the dancing
pecs. His cock tightened as he took in the hard, huge jugs.
Zeke leaned closer and embraced Colma. Colma moved his
hands to Zeke's back and held on for dear life.
Slowly, Zeke bucked his hips as the two men hugged. He
began kissing Colma, frenching him and exploring his mouth.
He rocked his hips again, moving his hard mass inside the
cop.
Colma began to ejaculate. Hard, white globs of cum began to
squirt out onto the two men's chests and abs. He jerked
uncontrollably as he felt the powerful kid move only
millimeters within him, dominating him like his 260 pound
physique was a rag doll. Zeke moved back and forth, holding
Colma tightly. Splash after splash of Colma's cum slickened
the muscles of their torsos as they rubbed together.
"You must like this after all," Zeke smiled.
Colma couldn't respond. He just kept jerking. His hands dug
into Zeke's lats.
Zeke's eyes went half-mast and Colma, despite his
uncontrollable orgasm, could tell something was happening.
Zeke bucked a little more intensely. Then he froze. Slowly
he pressed harder against Colma, ramming his cock higher
inside. He pushed harder, his body tightening. His traps
grew into two huge rocks. His veins began to bulge out.
He opened his eyes all the way and looked into Colma's
face. "Hold on, dude," he said.
With that, Zeke's floodgates opened and his cock began to
click out burst after burst of hot, steamy cum inside
Colma. His arms tightened around Colma, and the cop
screamed in agony as the brawny biceps started to crush
him. Zeke jerked hard, so hard that it nearly snapped
Colma's back. The cop yelled. Zeke stuck his tongue inside
Colma's mouth, if not to stifle the screaming, then to
enjoy the experience more fully. He moaned and emptied
himself into Colma.
"Oh shit," Zeke panted. "Oh shiiiiiit." He humped hard, and
Colma writhed in pain. Zeke's hard cock pounded the cop's
ass. "Oh shit I wanted to do you as soon as I saw you back
at that stop light," Zeke moaned, his grip tightening even
harder. Colma's hands moved down onto Zeke's ass. Zeke's
muscular butt rose and fell, contracting and flexing under
Colma's adoring hands.
The first orgasm lasted nearly five minutes. Before Zeke
was done, he did Colma two more times, once on the hood of
the car, and then again in a posing session/sex feast down
by the creek, below where the cars were parked.
As Zeke carried Colma's exhausted body back up to the road
he looked at the police cruiser. "Shit, you ARE going to
have some explaining to do when your Captain sees this." He
looked at the car. One of the back doors was missing and
the back seat and the hood were covered with globs of dried
cum. "That's going to be hard to get off the leather," Zeke
smiled. "And I think it's going to do a number on the paint
job," he said, looking at the hood.
He grabbed Colma's uniform and tossed it in his own car as
he got dressed. "And of course, they're going to wonder why
you don't have any clothes, either," he grinned. He started
his car and looked up at Colma. "Nice meeting you, officer.
I hope I wasn't too forward."
He sped off and left a trail of dust as the bewildered
bodybuilder cop stood there, amazed.
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