It was a hot, sticky summer night in the city. One of those..
🕑 Added 2021-05-05 01:22:47 +0000 UTC
It was a hot, sticky summer night in the city. One of those nights that makes a man horny. Private Eye Mike Donavan arrived home just as the night sky bursted open with thunder, lightning, and a downpour. His white dress shirt was clinging to his massive pecs and huge arms as he entered his little apartment. He peeled off his shirt and threw it on a nearby chair. He then walked over to the window by the fire escape and opened it. The rain did little to cool down the heat. As Mike opened his windows he let the sounds of the city into the tiny apartment. He stepped out on the fire escape and let the rain cascade over his muscular body. He ran a hand over his pecs as he breathed in the smells of the city. He was a retired cop, turned private detective. Retired wasn’t the true word for it, he was not old enough for that. He was an honest cop and that was too unbearable for some in the corrupt department. So he had a choice to retire early or something bad might befall him.
Mike stretched his thick body. He has been working on the new case for several days now, and he had no leads. He was perplexed by the case.
When he got to his office last Monday morning he was met by a sexy blonde broad, with legs that went up forever and large full breasts. She wanted to hire him to find her missing husband, a professional fighter, Duke Andersen. The lady was very classy as she set down in the chair in front of Mike’s desk, and crossed her sexy legs. It took everything Mike had to pay attention to what she was saying, and not to those long legs and those big breasts. She explained that Duke was a successful fighter and usually workout at his gym several times a week. However, after one of his workouts he just disappeared. His workout bag and the clothes he had on, was found in a dumpster several blocks away from the gym.
“I know what the police are thinking, Mr. Donavan,” she pulled out a cigarette.
Mike pulled out a lighter and offered to light the cigarette.
She took a puff from the cigarette, “he isn’t like that, he didn’t run away with another woman and he didn’t get in trouble with the wrong side of the law.”
Mike was sure that Mrs. Andersen believed that her husband was faithful but as Mike took Duke’s picture from her delicate hands, he could tell from the photo that the muscular fighter was popular with the women just from his handsome features.
As the days were by, the case got more odder. Mike learned several other younger, athletic men in the area also went missing. When he inquired with his old partner on the police force, he learned that even a patrolman was missing. The cop wasn’t a small man. He actually was a bodybuilder. So he wasn’t an easy prey for anyone. In fact, every man captured was built and pretty strong looking. Also in each case there were no witnesses, or at least any that came forward.
Mike was tired having followed one dead lead after another all day. The rain slowly stopped and the heat quickly returned. The concert city began to steam once again from the rain on the hot pavement. Mike then climbed back into the apartment from the fire escape. He kicked off his shoes and undid his pants. Letting the pants fall to his feet, he then stepped out of them. His white briefs were tight around his muscular ass as he walked to the bathroom. He works out everyday and it was noticeable. He found that it clears his mind and allows himself to think about the case. As a result his body was muscular and wide, strong tree trunk legs, big pumped biceps and shredded triceps, and huge round pecs. Once he was inside the tiny bathroom, he turned on the shower. He peeled the tight briefs down his thick legs. His ass was big and smooth, two perfect melons. Mike then stepped into the shower. The water was cool as it ran over his chisel body. He leaned against the wall allowing the water to wash over his head and down his wide back, washing away the grime of the city and heat of the day. He finally allowed himself to turn off the water and get out of the shower. The shower had cooled him down for a while, as he walked naked to his bedroom. He opened his bedroom windows to allow the night air into the apartment. Mike then laid on the bed, face down. With merely a lite sheet over his lower half, Mike fell asleep. Despite the heat and heavy sweaty, Mike fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Mike’s cop instincts awake him from a dead sleep. He knew someone was in his bedroom. He slowly and silently reached under his pillow for his gun. He pulled it out from under the pillow. However, as he felt a weight on the bed, moving over him, Mike was unable to move.
“Relax,” the older heavy man started to stroke Mike’s bare ripped back. Mike tried to wield his muscles to move by flexing them but he couldn’t get up. The man smiled as he leaned over Mike and took the gun from Mike’s hand.
“Just relax. That a good boy, just relax and obey,” the older man whispered into Mike’s ear. The stranger started nibbling on Mike’s right earlobe as he eased the sweaty sheets from the muscular plump ass.
Mike couldn’t think or protest as his ass was exposed. He then realized that the man was naked as well. Mike’s mind was screaming but he was still unable to move. He felt the man’s weight over him and the man’s thick cock head pressing against his tight hole.
“Relax, and feel only pleasure,” the man whispered into Mike’s ear.
Mike grunted and moaned as he felt the huge cock penetrating him. The straight former alpha cop was feeling pure pleasure as the man began to thrust in and out of him. Mike found himself pushing his muscular ass backwards and flexing his ass muscles around the cock.
The next morning, Mike Donavan didn’t showed up at his office for his meeting with his client, Mrs. Andersen. The following day, the police department listed the private detective as missing. Another missing younger man that within a month became a cold case to be buried in some dusty archives.
