Larry turned the crank which slowly raised the basketball backboard. Johns arms rose with the backboard, the leather bounds lifting them. Soon John was on his toes, trying to keep his full weight off his arms. Larry gave the crank one more partial turn and stopped. John let out an audible grunt as more of his weight became suspended.
"Shut up asshole!" Larry punctuated himself delivering a quick kidney shot to Johns side.
The rush of pain showed in Johns face but he did not make a sound.
"I said shut up asshole"
"Sir, Yes sir"
John was 26, blond, GQ body, well groomed, okay face, a sharp dresser, and a friendly enough person. Yet there was something about him. Mike and I both disliked him. Maybe it was that we knew he was one of Larry's boys (as Mike and I are) and that soon enough we would see Larry abuse the shit out of him. But beyond that there was awkward cockiness about him. Knowing that he was a slave didn't seem to cause him any genuine humility. Mike and I both disliked him from the day he started working with us. His attitude really turned us off, as weird as it may sound it was as if he thought of himself was a better slave than us.
"That's better faggot. Give me a set of chin ups."
"Sir, Yes Sir. Sir one Sir. Sir two Sir. ....... Sir ten Sir." John did the chin ups without a problem, a slight sweat broke on his chest evident through his dark blue shirt. John was still dressed in business attire; navy suit pants, blue shirt and gold-yellow pattern tie. His suit jacket was on the back of a folding chair on the side line of the basket ball court. As he did his chin up Johns upper body muscles worked, pulling and stretching his shirt. I dared to glance over quickly at Mike and noticed that his cock was bulging against his dress slacks as was mine.
While John did the chin ups Larry walked around him like a new owner might walk around a race horse, when the chin ups were complete he caught a smirk on Johns face.
'ALRIGHT' I thought, 'Now this faggot is going to get the shit kicked out of it'. I could see the flash of anger in Larrys face, but instead of punishing the punk he turned and looked at Mike. Mike lowered his face so as to avoid locking eyes with Larry. 'How did you like this faggots chin ups Mr. Kelly?'
Mike hesitated for a second. Trying to guess what Larry wanted to hear then answered in a calm flat voice: "SIR, the faggots chin ups were too slow and the faggot mumbles when it counts. Other than that the faggot performed well SIR."
Now Larry turned on the new man and with his usual demeanor- he was at optimum striking distance and cranked two upper cuts into Johns unprepared midsection Johns body curled and a deep grunt of pain emerged from him. Larry grabbed Johns Pecs and clawed deeply as his knee rose against John balls-
"I think we got an arrogant cock sucking faggot who thinks he can take whatever I dish out. Isn't that right John-boy."
"Serrrr" Larry dug into John pecs and lifted his knee preventing a response. I had been waiting all week for this and now that it was happening I almost couldn't stand to watch it. At the same time I couldn't look away. Johns face contorted as Larry applied the pressure. A stream of verbal abuses and series of gut punches left the new slave panting. His reddened face tried to conceal the pain, his chest and upper body heaved, his tie pulsed with every pain driven gulp.
When his breathing was almost back to normal Larry ordered him to redo the set of chin ups, this time to 'Mr. Kelly's' satisfaction. Larry explained to the new recruit that he needed Mike's permission for a chin up to count and that if any chin up was not acceptable to 'Mr. Kelly' then the count would start over. When Larry wasn't looking John-boy stole a look at Mike, it was that same defiant stare, that arrogant look as if he was in control. Mike was Larry's first slave but that made him no better than anybody else. Larry was just playing him against John-boy. John was new and would soon learn that when Larry gave one of his slaves permission to 'top' another it was just a way to further humiliate and abuse a slave. The 'Mr. Kelly' routine was for Johns benefit and Mike and I knew it. In the three years that I belonged to Larry I was allowed to 'Top' Mike only once - a punishment to Mike for not showing up for a session. Mike on the other hand had topped me several times and next to Larry was the strictest master I had ever served.
Larry had retrieved a 4" wide leather strap and was holding it behind his back but in plain view.
"Any chin up Mr. Kelly doesn't approve of will be repeated the hard way, is that clear CUNT?"
"SIR, yes Sir"
Larry snapped the belt for effect and John's eyes widened as he gulped. The look on his face told me that he knew what a strap like that felt like. I knew that it wouldn't be long before he was reminded of the feeling and my cock again raged against my slacks.
John gripped the bar and bent his knees slightly. His shoulder muscled bunched as he lifted himself to the halfway position.
"Mr. Kelly Sir, permission to begin, Sir?" As he spoke the blood rushed to his face and the veins and his neck bulged against his tight shirt collar.
Mike walked right up into his face, he was no more than 3 inches from him when he bellowed as loud as he could- "SAY IT SO I CAN HEAR IT, CUNT".
"MR. KELLY SIR, PERMISSION TO BEGIN SIR"
"Begin faggot"
With that the most grueling set of chin ups I have ever seen began. John-boy completed 9 good chin ups, after each one he lowered his now sweating body to the half way point and yelled as loudly as he could "MR. KELLY SIR, WAS THIS FAGGOTS CHINUP ACCEPTABLE, SIR?"
Each time Mike would just stare at him for a few moments and then reluctantly accept the pushup - but just barely. Sometimes there was a comment like - ' That was a bit sloppy faggot, but I'll accept it"
John would quickly respond, "MR. KELLY SIR, THANK YOU, SIR" and then did the next chin up.
On the ninth chin up Mike waited an extra long while to reach his verdict. Johns damp body hung at the half way position while my cock was equally damp but at full mast. The bulge in my pants was accented by the cum spot now showing. My mind was torn between the site of John's beautiful body and fear that Larry would punish me for having a hardon without permission. A look of worry crossed Johns face as Mike continued to hesitate.
Mike walked around John, who held his position half way through his tenth chin up. As he came around he stood slightly off to the side and I admired the view. In the foreground was the back of Mike's body, his tight suit trousers showed off his beautiful ass while his tailored shirt accented his broad shoulders. He add rolled up his sleeves in anticipation of getting physical with John. Behind Mike was John, hanging from the frame work of the basketball hoop. Sweat was forming on his face and was dampening his underarms. His long taut body swung slightly and his face had lost all its haughtiness. His smug expression was gone, replaced by concern that Mike would reject his chin up and make him repeat the entire set.
Mike adjusted Johns tie, making it tighter.
"I knew something was wrong. That's better isn't it, Faggot"
"Sir, Yes Sir" the words were strained by the tension on Johns neck, his face had become visibly redder.
"Hmmm.. " Mike replied as he again tightened the noose around John's neck. Johns expression showed fear, Mike and I knew from experience that the tie would loosen somewhat after a couple of chin ups, but John obviously wasn't aware.
"THAT'S A LOT BETTER ISN'T IT FAGGOTT." Mike yelled.
"SIR, YESSIR." The loser yelled back.
"DO you have what it takes ?"
"SIR, YES SIR"
" That last chin up sucked. Do the set over."
"Sir, Yes Sir... Sir, One Sir..."
This set of chin ups went almost as slow as the first. I timed how long Mike made John hang between chin ups while Mike mulled over whether to accept it or not. Mikes decisions took anywhere from 30 to 45 seconds. On the ninth chin up Mike seemed particularly worried about the quality of Johns exercise. He left John hanging for over a minute, John s arms visibly shook as they tried to keep his body elevated. Somehow John was able to maintain the half-way position until Mike finally nodded indicating that the chin up was acceptable.
On the final chin up of the set Mike again took his sweet time. He walked around John several times as John tried everything to relieve the ache in his arms. Holding his body at the half way position while shifting the weight from one are to another, or swaying slightly from side to side. Pulling up a little and then lowering himself. Anything to relieve the agony in his arms. Anything except giving in and letting go of the bar.
Larry had been sitting off to the side and when he noticed that nothing was happening he stood up. I noticed that he was aroused and quickly turned back to looking at John and Mike - for fear of punishment.
"Is there a problem Mr. Kelly" Larry asked, but did not move toward them.
"Sir, the faggot has performed well." At that moment John smirked again and Mike caught it. The poor fucker didn't realize.
Mike continued "Sir, the new pussy is well built, he's gung ho and wants to prove how much he can take." Mike was running his hand over Johns trembling body. John was openly smiling and Mike was about to lower the boom.
"Sir, It would be a shame not to let this pansy ass cock sucking maggot do another set just to show us what it's made of."
Larry walked over to Mike and John. John tried to control his breathing and shifted his weight a little bit to relieve his arms. Sweat dripped off his face onto his shirt. Mike was standing only inches from John they were face to face.
Larry spoke " Well Mr Kelly, since you are so impressed with this new piece of shit, let's leave it up to him."
Mike got a little closer to John who was again panting: "What do you say asshole, do you have what it takes to do another set the right way or do you want to call it quits now."
John looked at Mike and all the cockiness was gone. His mouth hung slightly open, his long body hung sweating and panting. Still underneath the man was far from broken. Again he adjusted himself on the bar and again my cock twitched inside my pants.
"MR. KELLY SIR, This pansy assed faggot would like to do a set of chin ups ... THE RIGHT WAY, SIR" His words were steady as if a new source of energy (his pride?) had been tapped.
John began the set immediately. Mike gave approval to each chin up and the set was completed in about a minute. On the tenth chin up John came to rest at the halfway point, his chest was heaving and his arms were starting to tremble slightly. He gathered himself and asked the fateful question:
"MR. KELLY SIR, WAS THIS FAGGOTS CHINUP ACCEPTABLE, SIR?"
Mike replied, "Nicely done fag, now hold your position."
Mike opened Johns fly and pulled out his pecker which was hard and throbbing.
"Were you given permission to get hard asshole?"
"Mr. Kelly Sir, I couldn't help myself, Sir"
Mike signaled for me to come over and I knew he wanted me to stroke John off. Larry handed Mike the strap, Mike loosened his tie and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up more. As I was stroking John Mike laid into him with the strap.
Johns body convulsed with pain, a pressure shock went through his penis and he nearly shot his load. John let go of the bar and his body weight yanked his arms up straight. Before he could recover Mike laid a second stripe on his back causing John to fly forward, his head flung back and a deep moan flowed out of his body. I stopped stroking John as I wasn't sure if he was still conscious. He was panting and heaving, his body swayed suspended from the bar. After a minute or two he began to stand up he looked down at me and then over to where Mike was talking to Larry. Mike was handing the strap back to Larry. John gathered the strength to hoist himself up on the chin up. He couldn't really lift himself, he just hung there with his knees bent.
"SIRS, PLEASE MAY THIS WORTHLESS FAGGOT BE PUNISHED MORE, SIRS"
Mike looked at Larry and without a word went back to his position. Slowly John gathered the strength needed to pull his weight up. I spit in my hand and stoked John furiously, twice the heavy belt came down on Johns back nearly causing him to pass out. Each time his cock pulsed and each time he would gather himself and pull himself up on the bar.
After the third stripe John couldn't raise himself, I stopped pumping him long enough so that he could recover. As he gathered the strength needed his panting subsided and a look of determination showed in his face. His trembling arms could just barely lift his weight. John's shirt was drenched with sweat. His suit pants clung to his legs where the perspiration wet them. As he lifted himself this last time I could feel his blood pressure rise in his penis. The 9" rod seemed to grow an inch as he hauled his beaten body upward. I stroked him furiously as he paused with his head above the chin up bar and as he lowered himself to the halfway point.
At the halfway point John hung for a few seconds as Mike wound up, ready to give the punk his best stripe yet. But Larry stopped him. Larry also signaled for me to stop. I immediately stopped stroking John and took my place on the fowl line. Larry stood face to face with the punk. The faggots body swayed and the anguish in his face grew as he realized that his arms wouldn't hold out much longer.
"You want more asshole?"
"Sir, if it pleases you Sir."
" Mr. Kelly, let's double team this wimp."
"Sir, yes Sir"
Larry disengaged the straps that bound the losers arms to the bar.
"Listen up cunt. If you hold the position you're done for today, no more bullshit. If you loose your grip then I'm giving you to Mr. Kelly and Mr. Erickson for the weekend. They can do to you whatever they want. Understood pussy?"
"Sir, Yes SIR"
"Any problem with that asshole?"
"SIR, NO SIR"
Larry signaled me and in a second my wet hand was on John's throbbing cock. I pumped furiously and as his penis regained its hardness he seemed to regain some stamina - his arms steadied and he actually lifted himself higher. His panting became deeper and I knew he was about to cum.
I moved away as Larry stepped up to the plate. Larry placed his leg inside Johns leg and stroked the inside of Johns thighs with his leg.
"Are you ready for this faggot?"
"Sir, please beat the shit out of me, Sir"
With that Larry signaled Mike who laid the strap into Johns back at the exact moment that Larry's knee crushed the punks unsuspecting balls. Instantly a deep moan filled the gymnasium and John fell to the floor and balled into a fetal position.
He continued to moan and roll from side to side for several minutes the he came to rest with his back flat on the floor. His long body was spread on the basketball court and his breathing was heavy but steady. In the commotion he had ejaculated on himself, the dark stains from his juice went up the side of his shirt, there was even some cum in his hair.
When he had recovered he started to get up, Larry pushed him down to his knees and he assumed a kneeling position.
Larry face fucked him for about a minute before he shot into his throat. The stupid freak gagged on the cum and Larry slapped him hard across the face.
"It's yours until Monday, " Larry told us, " I want it back with a better attitude."
With that Larry left us. Mike forced the wimp to suck him off, I opted instead to masturbate in his face.
Mike slapped me on the back as my juice splattered Johns face.
"This is going to be a great weekend, " Mike said as he congratulated me.
Turning to John who was kneeling at attention Mike taunted, " Well maybe not for you, huh, cum rag" referring to the fact that I was wiping the cum off my dick with the faggots hair. In a way I wished I was kneeling next to.
"Sir, no Sir" John managed in the voice of a man who was still clinging to some sense of self worth as his thick blond hair was absorbing my cum.