When the police department announced that the City newest an..

When the police department announced that the City newest and most exclusive gym was offering a limited number of free memberships to members of the city’s police officers, Officer David Sticco applied with the mayor’s office. It wasn’t a surprise to the cocky, muscular police officer that his application was accepted. The 5’9, muscle bound 24 year cop was an amateur bodybuilder who already had two competitions under his belt. Officer Sticco arrived at the gym in his patrolman uniform. The police uniform fit like a glove over his thick legs and massive smooth arms. Several older gym members turned their heads toward him as they passed the muscular cop in the gym lobby. He was use to turning heads when he walk into a place in his uniform. The Italian cop was definitely sexy and he knew it. The gym manager, Lance McMasters, came out of his office when he noticed the police officer standing in the lobby. “You must be Officer Sticco, welcome to the SkinTrade gym,” the taller, older man held out his right hand. “Thank you for inviting us law enforcement officers the free memberships,” the shorter, muscular police officer. “It is our pleasure. As you know we had only a few available free memberships and you were selected to receive one. Your record in physical fitness and familiarity with bodybuilding made you an excellent candidate.” The manager’s eyes openly roamed over Sticco’s short beefy body in the police uniform. “Thank you,” Sticco replied with a smirk in his face. “First off, as the police department had informed you, this is a male only gym. No women allowed, also no guests unless you receive prior approval from the gym management,” McMaster said as he moved behind the recipient desk. Sticco laughed, “that fine, my girlfriend is the jealous type.” McMaster laughed, “good. Let start with your tour.” He pulled out a can of Alpha-B. “Your free memberships include a complimentary energy drink each time you workout.” “Thank you,” Sticco took the can and opened it. McMasters smiled as he noticed Sticco drinking the Alpha-B while starting to show the bodybuilding cop around the gym. Sticco was impressed by the steer size of the gym. Every modern equipment invented were available fit the gym members and the free weights far exceeded the weights the police department’s gym offered. The main workout room was a two story former warehouse. The second leave was cardio equipments overlooking the main free weights floor. Sticco immediately noticed that there was two types of men at the gym. The first are the younger, in shape men who were working out shirtless and some even just in tights or underwear. Sticco was a little shocked at how freely the younger men were walking around and working out almost naked, but at the same time his cocky narcissistic personality loved the thought of the freedom from restricting clothes. The other type of men at the gym were the older men, who wore usual workout clothes. Many of the older men were standing around watching, ogling, the younger men workout. The fit, muscular younger men were so focus on working out that they played very little attention to the old men. As McMaster led Dave Sticco out of the weight room, and led him down a corridor of doors, the manager told him that they were private training rooms. Sticco drank the Alpha-B as he listened to the tour. Sticco noticed a muscular, smooth body boy barely 19 being led by an older man to one of the private room. The boy wore only a jockstrap, and the man had his hand on the boy’s lower back. The boy’s brown hair was curly and thick on top, and his lips were red and lick. There was a blank look in the boy’s brown eyes as he was led into the private room. Being a cop Sticco was concerned, but as he slipped the Alpha-B all concerns faded from his mind. All he could think of was how good it would feel to workout right now. At the end of the tour, McMasters led Officer Sticco into his office. “Have a seat and we can begin your orientation,” McMasters motion for Dave to sit down. Officer Sticco barely sit in the chair in front of the manager’s desk, when McMasters suddenly injected a needle into the thick vein of Sticco’s neck. He grabbed his neck and started to stand up, but everything went black as he collapsed in the chair. The manager smiled as he rubbed the police officer’s broad shoulders, “yes, your superiors did very well in choosing you. My clients are going to enjoy your sexy cop ass.” To be continued