Muscle Tony Goes Home 2-Reunion!

[banania7]

Thanks for the encouragement guys, glad your happy to see this character back, perhaps Brent and Troy should make a return also!

Tony rode to the station in silence, unperturbed by this turn of events. If his dad wanted to postpone the inevitable, then so be it; he just better not lay a hand on Marcello in the meantime. Sitting backseat, Tony looked at the bullneck and massive shoulders of Officer Payton--he was one big motherfucker! Looking down at his own lean, muscular physique, he thought, I wouldn't mind testing my strength against that. His cock started rising.

They reached the station, and the officer came around to escort Tony inside. Imagine his surprise at seeing Tony standing comfortably outside the vehicle, the destroyed handcuffs dangling from his hand. Officer Payton also noticed that the back door to the vehicle had somehow been pried open from the inside, as it hung slightly off the hinges. What the fuck! Payton grabbed Tony, roughly shoving him up against the patrol car. Using all his strength he held Tony pressed right up against the window, his thick muscles bulging.

'Look, I don't know how you did that, but I suggest no more funny business, or you'll see a different side of me.'

'Sure officer, whatever you say.'

Payton felt great, controlling the boy with his strength. He always ended up submitting them to his power. He continued to hold Tony from behind, enjoying it, but suddenly he felt some movement. Tony had started to slowly press himself away from the car as if he was doing a pushup. Payton redoubled his efforts, bearing down on him, but Tony just kept powering upward, countering Payton's strength with his own. Payton leaned into Tony, using his full bodyweight, but Tony merely paused before continuing, managing to completely straighten his arms despite the officer's efforts. The kid was pressing his whole bodyweight back with only his arms!

Having proven his point, Tony relented, leaning up against the car. Officer Payton was sweating profusely, and Tony wasn't even breathing hard from their contest. He just smiled sweetly at Payton as if to say, 'what happens next?'

'Well, we should get you inside,' Payton said gruffly.

Tony was booked in by the receiving officer, Officer Monroe, as Payton went back to clean up. As the requisite paperwork was filled out, Tony surveyed the room. It was fairly small and well-organized, with a front desk, a waiting area in the middle and a couple of holding cells in the rear. 'What is this place, Mayberry?' Tony thought.

'So your bail is set at $10,000, Mr. Davolano, would you like to make a phonecall?' Tony thought about calling Marcello, but he didn't want to worry him, besides, he didn't have any money, so he would just have to figure a way out of this himself. But 10 G's, my Dad must really have some clout in this town. He declined the phonecall.

Monroe came around the desk to take Tony to his cell. Tony almost laughed when he saw him. This guy's a cop? He was maybe 5'7", 155 pounds if he was lucky. Don't cops have to meet some minimum standard nowadays? He saw Monroe look him up and down , his mouth hanging open slightly. Tony gave his pecs a little flex. 'You like what you see, cop?' he questioned, playfully. Monroe stared, reddening, then regained his composure.

'Um, well, let's get you into your cell. Dinner will be served in an hour.' He tried to push Tony inside, but his hand was met by a cement wall. Tony paused, letting Monroe's hand press up against him weakly, before entering at his own pace. Monroe stepped out, un-nerved and relieved, as he turned the key in the lock, securing the prisoner inside.

Officer Payton came out then, eyeing Tony threateningly. He put a hand on Monroe's shoulder, asking, 'Did this guy give you any trouble?' Monroe looked up at him, as always, reassured by his huge presence.

'No, no, everything went smoothly,' he said a little too breezily. Payton looked suspicious a moment, but then turned back towards Tony.

'Let's keep it that way then.' Tony smiled back innocently. But he had noticed something watching their interaction, the hand held too long on the shoulder, the adoring look by Monroe---something more than meets the eyes was going on between these two. That might come in handy later, he thought.

Payton left, leaving them alone. Tony tried to nap, stretching out on the uncomfortable cot, which was clearly not designed for someone with 3% bodyfat! He tried to think about his plan to get out, but he was jolted upright by a voice at the front.

'But you have to let me see him: he's my brother!'

'MARCELLO?!', Tony thundered.

Marcello looked past the officer, almost crying with happiness. 'Tony, you came, I knew you would!'

Monroe watched this exchange. 'Boys, visiting hours start at 8. You'll have to come back--no exceptions.'

Marcello turned to leave. 'Tony, I'll be back, don't worry, I've waited this long.'

But Tony wasn't feeling so patient, his jovial mood for the whole day disappearing. 'Marcello, STAY RIGHT THERE.' Then he looked at Monroe, barely containing his fury. 'I'm warning you, let me see my brother.'

Monroe felt nervous, but he wouldn't be intimidated. 'Mr. Davolano, you will have to wait like anyone else--I'm sorry. Now sit back down.'

Marcello felt scared, saying, 'Tony, maybe you better listen.'

'I'm done listening.' Then Tony started growling, working himself up, like an animal.

'Mr. Davolano, I'm warning you....'

Tony was gripping the bars, shaking against them in his fury. 'I TOLD YOU TO LET ME SEE MY BABY BROTHER.' he screamed, as he started pulling. Using every ounce of strength he had, he tried to pull the bars apart. But there was no movement, and Tony fell back, roaring in frustration, sweat pouring off of him.

Chuckling slightly, Monroe said, 'Guess you're not so superhuman after all. Now calm yourself down!'

Tony just glared at him, approaching the bars again, pumping his muscles up until they were even bigger and harder. This time when he grabbed the bars, there was a screeching sound, and they started to move, imperceptibly at first, but more and more as Tony increased his power. Monroe looked on in terror, mesmerized, as Tony first put one foot through, and then wrenching the bars further apart, he managed to get the rest of his massively pumped-up body outside.

'Just remember, I asked you nicely at first.' Then Tony started stomping towards Monroe, growling, as Monroe fumbled for his gun. But Tony got to it first, crumpling the metal effortlessly in his iron fist. Then he grabbed the officer, throwing him over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes.

'PUT ME DOWN,' Monroe cried, struggling against Tony's grip.

'Chill out officer, I just want to talk to my brother, in private.' Tony transported him over to the cell, depositing him onto the cot with a thump. 'Why don't you just hang out there for a bit.' Then Tony stepped back out, turning towards Monroe, daring him to approach as he started bending the bars back into place. But Tony needn't have worried, Monroe was truly his captive now, completely intimidated by his brute strength;ready to submit to his power.

Tony turned back, looking at his brother for the first time. He saw the same sweet, shy kid who looked up to him despite all the bad things he used to do. Tony grabbed him, hugging him tightly for long moment.

'Tony...' Marcello said.

'What, little bro?'

'I'm happy to see you too, but I can't breathe!' Tony laughed, letting his brother go long enough to place him in his lap. Marcello snuggled in, looking up at him with awe and consternation.

'Tony, what happened to you? You are so strong--like some kind of superhero. And your muscles, they're amazing!'

Tony looked down at his brother, whose eyes were shining, filled with pride and brotherly love. He pulled one arm up, flexing a mighty bicep. 'What, you mean these?' he said cockily .

'Yes, Tony. Can you teach me, you know, to be big and strong like you?'

'All in good time baby bro', all in good time. Now tell me, how did you know I was here?'

Marcello's face clouded over. 'Dad told me. He saw how excited I was, and then he told me he was going to put you in jail, and that it was all my fault, because you were coming to stick up for me. Oh Tony, is it true, is it my fault, I'm so sorry?' Marcello dissolved into tears.

'Hey, hey, hey, no more tears, Marcello, I can't stand it. None of this is your fault, and I'm glad I came back here to see you. Besides, now that you've seen your big brother, do you think anyone can stop me from seeing you?'

Marcello brightened then, looking at his brother anew. Taking his finger, he started tracing around the peaks and valleys of Tony's muscles, from arms to shoulders to chest to abs.

'Hey, that tickles,' Tony snickered.

'So when will you get out of here,' Marcello asked softly. Tony noticed for the first time the faint outline of what must have been a black eye. He felt his blood start to boil.

'Mark my words, baby brother, I'll be home in no time. And then I'll show Dad what happens when he lays a hand on you! Now give your brother a big kiss, you better get going before the other officer returns.'

Marcello wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, and Tony felt a familiar rush of warmth. 'Bye Tony, see you soon.' Tony smiled after him, before his face re-set into a grimace. I WILL NOT FAIL HIM! He had to get out of here.

Just then, Payton returned, bewildered by the scene in front of him. Tony was sitting, feet propped up, at the front desk, while Monroe lay in the holding cell, looking utterly humiliated.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE! You, hands behind your back.'

Tony rose slowly, taunting the officer. Payton grabbed him, walking him over to the cell. He looked in at Monroe, who wouldn't meet his eye. 'YOU, OUT---YOU,IN! And somebody better start explaining this!'

Tony sat on the cot, fixing him with a steely glare. 'Perhaps you better ask your girlfriend here.'

Payton looked furious, choking on his response. Glaring at Tony, he said, 'I'll deal with you later.'

Payton walked Monroe to the front, huddling with him as he explained what had happened. Tony say Payton glance over at him several times, eyes widening in anger and disbelief. Tony looked back serenely.

Payton gave Monroe a quick hug, turning to approach Tony. Stomping over, he looked through the bars, glaring dangerously. 'OK, you little bastard, I told you to watch yourself. You took advantage of my little partner, but now it's time you took on a REAL man. It's time somebody taught you a lesson.' Then Payton stripped off his shirt, revealing his huge, hard, bearlike physique. Slowly he unlocked the cell.'LET'S FINISH THIS.'

Tony got to his feet, eyes impassive. 'Bring it on, big man.'

[tagsnola]

... Tony deserves every advantage he's got. He's earned it. Not only is he a super MAN. He is a super MENTSCH. I already explained "mentsch" in my reply to the last chapter. Keep it coming. This is great! Thanks!!!!

[ieny24]

Terrific chapter!

[philat99]

Boy, is Payton in for the struggle of his life now!!! Great going!
Mike

[sierraca]

The thought of "The Incredible Hulk" came to mind when Tony bent open the cell bars. Of course, the Hulk wouldn't have bothered to bend them back into shape afterwards Now let the fight begin!