Mike decided to take a break and told me that he thought 'Johnny-faggot' could use a breather. Unfortunately for John he heard this and assumed that it meant he was free to stand up and walk about. This was a critical mistake. Larry had only left the room a few minutes earlier and thus when John got to his feet Mike had to address it.
"What the fuck is your problem asshole, down on your knees"
"Sir, Sorry sir" John said as he again assumed a kneeling position.
"Stand up faggot"
"Sir, yes Sir" John said as he quickly got to his feet.
"Back on your knees fag"
"Sir yes sir" this time John fell down to his knees almost immediately.
"Stand up, Cunt," John jumped to his feet and stood at attention.
"On your knees faggot." Again John dropped to his knees and kneeled rigidly at attention.
Mike walked to within a foot of him. The tension had eased but I think Mike was getting into it again. I recognized the look on his face. How often had Larry let Mike abuse me. How often had I been humiliated, beaten, spat upon, pissed upon, made to dress and undress several times in a row or follow some other useless command just because I was told to. How many times had I made the slightest slip up and been disciplined with a quick kick to the balls.
"You think you're gung ho don't you queer boy?"
"SIR YES SIR" Johnny shouted back excited, he was speaking into Mike's crotch.
"Stand at attention asshole." John rose immediately and stood at stiff attention, later Mike and I wondered if he was once in the military.
"SIR YES SIR"
"Fix your clothes you stupid puke."
John quickly tucked his shirt and straightened up as best he could, and then stood at rigid attention again. Mike walked around him, ridiculing his appearance. He punched John sharply in the midsection, John flinched and bent his body forward a little.
"Not bad faggot."
Mikes approval brought a smile to Johns face. Mike motioned me over and I stood beside him. Mike berated John for smiling without permission.
"Let's see how many more this maggot can take." Mike said to me. There was a pause as Mike glared at John. "YOU HEARD ME FAGGOT. Get that fucking tie out of my face and put your hands on your head you stupid puke eating cunt."
Quickly John tucked his tie into his shirt (I think Mike wanted him to remove the tie but Mike said nothing) and placed his hands on his head. At the exact moment that John hands made contact with his head the punches started flowing into his midsection. Mikes body rocked as he delivered lefts and rights alternately. I watched the clock observing Larry's rule was that intense punishment couldn't last more than 1 minute.
As Mike feverishly pounded John abs and lats I abused him verbally, calling him a loser faggot, a piss drinking fool, and whatever less came to mind. What bothered him most was when I suggested he couldn't handle the punishment and suggested to Mike that he take it easy. After several heavy blows to his mid section John lost some balance and had to take a step back.
I taunted him as Mike followed him, crouching lower and hitting deeper into his gut. John took another step backwards and before he was really standing again Mike blasted 3 quick kidney shots that sent John staggering back against the wall.
Against the wall John was in trouble. Mike wailed into his abs with 3 hard right uppercuts. John buckled and Mike smelled victory knowing that John was relaxing his abs. Mike pushed Johns face back with his left hand and pummeled his gut again. I really couldn't see the clock at this point so I decided that Mike could take 10 more punches and then I would stop it. Mike blasted a few more rights and then started pounding John in the chest.
When the tenth punch landed I grabbed Mike by the shoulder and he dropped his arms. John slumped against the wall when Mike released him, his legs were all but gone and he breathed heavily. He was the personification of defeat itself. The sight of this battered man, his damp sweaty hair, the perspiration stains under his arms and along his sides, the labor of his breathing, the look of defeat and exhaustion in his face was almost as thrilling as watching him be beaten.
I don't know if John was aware that Mike had approached him - he didn't move. John seemed to have recovered a little, Mike drew back his arm and gave John a full force uppercut into his lower belly. John let out a guttural moan, the unexpected rush of pain overcame him and he sank to his knees and then to the floor. He rolled into a fetal position and I think he begged Mike to take it easy on him. "Please no more ... no more.' His words were faint and not coherent but he repeated them a few times. Saliva was dripping from his chin and his face and neck were bright red.
I couldn't help but feel bad for the asshole. That blow was a cheap shot. It was something Larry might do which would be okay but for Mike to do it bothered me. I didn't say anything to Mike as we watched John moan and grunt and wallow in pain.
This time when Mike walked toward him John reacted - he rolled on his side so that his back was toward Mike and struggled to get to his feet. Mike reached over and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to his knees, pulling his head back so that he looked nearly straight up. John was his shaken and had all he could do to keep himself balanced on his knees when Mike let his head go.
Mike asked me to write up an exercise routine for the faggot while we went to dinner. I retrieved my pad and pen from my briefcase and used the table over by the sideline to write up a list of 10 exercises for the punk to do.
Mike had grabbed John's damp hair and was forcing John's face into his crotch. I couldn't hear what Mike was saying but every so often John would reply 'Sir Yes Sir' loudly into Mike crotch. His voice was muffled but loud enough that I could hear it.
As I walked back to where Mike was taunting John I caught the gist of what Mike was up to.
'You don't disserve this do you FAG!"
"Sir No Sir"
"You aren't man enough to suck this are you?"
"Sir no Sir"
"You're going to do whatever it takes to earn the right aren't you CUNT "
etc. etc.
I handed Mike the list. He looked at it approvingly. He asked me to get a thumb tack, I went over to the bulletin board where the company basketball schedule was posted. I remove a tack from a signup sheet for this seasons volleyball league. When I returned and handed it to Mike I noticed he had modified two of the items in the list I had made.
"This is the jig asshole," Mike told John, "We're going to dinner, you're going to go through this list. You will perform items 1 through 10 and you will do them right. Is that clear fuck face?"
"Sir Yes Sir"
"Get into some gym clothes and get back here."
"Sir, Yes Sir" with that John stumbled off to the changing room. Half way to the locker room door he tried to run but a moan of agony told us he was still in pain from the gut punching. He had to stop and walk/trot the rest of the way. Mike and I discussed where to eat as we put ourselves together; putting our suit jackets back on. When John returned he was wearing a white T shirt and red gym shorts, I noticed that he had developed legs and upper body and a definite bulge in his crotch. As great as he looked in business attire I think the gym shorts were equally sexy. The T shirt was a heavy reversible gym shirt, it had his college emblem imprinted on the right breast.
"Sir, permission to begin PT Sir?"
"Eight minutes to change asshole, I allow five. You just doubled what you owe me maggot. Do the list twice."
"Sir yes Sir", John almost looked happy to get the extra assignment.
"And when you're done do some pushups, and don't stop until I tell you." John looked a little worried but determined. It seemed like he wanted to be pushed beyond his limit. Mike was going to fuck with him that was for sure.
"Put this over on the table after you finish your first set of laps."
Mike then tacked the list to Johns chest, pushing the pin deep into his pectoral muscle and causing a grimace of pain to twist Johns face. John swallowed as the sharp pain bit and burned. Mike and I waited watching the pain build in Johns face, his eyes watered and tears formed.
"Get going pussy." John started doing laps around the gymnasium as Mike and I walked to the far doors. The gymnasium doors did not lock, they led to a short hallway. The two security doors at the end of the hallway were locked and secured with a chain around the panic bars. Mike opened the pad lock and we left. I looked back just as the door was closing hoping to see a glimpse of Johns tormented expression as he ran with the thumb tack stuck in his breast. I was disappointed as he had already passed by the door by the time I turned.
Dinner was an abbreviated affair as we wanted to get back before John finished the list. We grabbed a sandwich and brew at the pub on the first floor of the building. Believe it or not we barely discussed what was going on upstairs in the company gym. It was like an unwritten rule that we didn't discuss these things. It didn't really matter, Mike and I were friends and before we knew it an hour had blown by and we rushed out of the pub and to the elevators.
When we returned instead of entering the Gym we watched from the hallway as John completed the exercise assignments. We'd guessed that the list of exercises would take about an hour to go through twice and when we returned John was working on a set of 'suicides'. He had to start at the Gym wall race to the near fowl line - stop - turn - and race back to the wall. Then without stopping he had to turn and race to the center court line - stop- turn - and race back to the wall - stop -turn - race back to the far fowl line stop-turn etc. etc. The exercise is strenuous when done with some vigor and John was really putting some effort into it. Especially when you consider that he had no idea that we were watching. When John completed his last suicide he bent over and braced himself on his knees for a few moments to catch his breath and then walked over to the table where the list was. He picked the list up, read the next item (which was the last) and put it back down on the table. He looked up at the clock and then around the gym.
"That's it asshole ... no one can see you. Blow of the crunches... come on faggot do it" Mike whispered.
John looked at the paper again and placed it on the table. At the time it seemed strange to be reading the list in the first place. He must have gone through the whole list at least once and should have known what was on it.
John obediently sat on the floor and placed his legs onto a chair and began doing a set of 25 elevated crunches. He raised his body until only his ass touched the floor then held the position for a five count. Then instead of lowering himself he shouted out a cadence that Mike had added to the list:
"SIR I am a worthless faggot. I am not worthy to suck your large penis. Please use me like the cum rag I am. "
It was something to see. A full grown healthy man demeaning himself just because he was told to. No one was there to see him as far as he knew - he had been ordered to do something humiliating and he did it. As he struggled with the later crunches he stilled continued to call out the phrase with vigor but would then drop to the floor immediately. My cock was raging as I watched Johns beautiful body work. He had to wait a few seconds to get the strength up for the next rep but each time he completed the phrase loud and proud. Mike had taken his penis out and was openly stroking himself. I looked over at the security door, checking that they were chained before I slid my dick out. After John completed the 25th rep he dropped to the floor panting. That was the last item on the list, now he would have to do pushups Mike had assigned.
"Not bad huh?" Mike asked as he stroked himself.
But before I could answer, and I was about to suggest that we go in and rape the pig right then and there, John elevated himself again in a full elevated crunch and sustained the position for several seconds. Then he sounded off again:
"SIR this faggot needs to be broken. Please sir, beat the fuck out of me until I am a broken piece of shit. Please sir show no mercy."
Then he elevated himself even further - straining for all he was worth:
"Sir - No Mercy Sir."
Then a final yell before he collapsed "SIR FUCK ME UP"
As I watched John slam into the floor I couldn't take me eyes off of him. He was only about 30 feet away and I longed to be on him, to fuck him as he lay there exhausted unable to resist even if he wanted to. I watched as his whole body seemed to pant and imagined I was on him, in him. I watched and I nearly came right there in the hallway. I caught myself and quickly put my cock away - as hard as it was. Mike was also watching intently but was stroking his pecker slowly, not nearly as fast as I had been.
"Let's seem how many pushups the faggot does."
John had placed his feet against the wall and was already pumping then out. At about thirty his paced slowed, by about fifty he was done. Each pushup became pure agony. At the top of each pushup He had to lock his arms and try to rest. He looked at each door hoping we'd walk through then try to do another painful pushup. Finally at about 65 or 70 he got stuck. He was face to face with the floor and just couldn't complete it. He collapsed.
I asked Mike if we should go in now.
'Let's see what he does'
Sure enough after a few minutes John was back up doing pushups. I think he made it to about twenty before he collapsed.
"If he starts up again we go in, then we'll really fuck with his head"
Sometimes I believe Mike would rather be a full time TOP than a cum sucking slave like me. This situation with John was only temporary. Come Monday Mike,I and John would all report to Larry and bow to his wishes. For all we knew Larry might string Mike and I up and let John go crazy with a leather strap for an hour. Or Larry might decide to whip all three of us and let the one who takes it the best fuck the other two. In the past when it was just Mike and me, I usually ended up getting fucked by Mike. On those occasions it seemed like Mike was only subbing to learn how to be a crueler, meaner top. It was like he needed the slave part just to do the master part better. Anyway John started his third set of pushups and we immediately entered the gym.
We walked slowly over to where John was dutifully performing pushups. We took some time getting settled in, Mike suggested that I take my Jacket off and roll my sleeves up. I did but couldn't take my eyes off of John. I admired his strength and loved to watch as pushed himself. I would say he had done about 10 pushups and was struggling when Mike tossed a basketball to me and suggested we shoot some baskets. We took turns at free throws and chatted about business while John worked his ass off trying to do pushups.
Finally he stopped - stuck. Unable to complete a pushup- unwilling to let himself collapse. Mike just kept playing until John spoke.
"Sir, please may a stop."
"We're playing a game here faggot." Mike said as he took a shot, the ball went through the hoop- with out touching the rim - all net. Mike walked over to John, places his feet within inches of his face.
"Is there a problem faggot?"
"Sir, " John started, "This faggot is unable to complete its assignment, Sir"
"What do you think Kye?" Mike asked me.
I had positioned myself at John's side and was stunned when Mike asked me my thoughts. I was so involved with the scene I just wanted to watch.
"I think he's got another pushup in him." Mike smiled devilishly.
God I wished I hadn't said that. I longed to see John struggle but it seemed impossible at this point to get another pushup out of him. I was just about to speak when Mike grabbed John by the hair and yanked his head back.
"Listen up pussy.. my friend wants another push up. Now PUSH faggot or you'll be sucking your own dick when I cut it off and shove down your fucking throat. " Mike dropped Johns head but the tirade continued I joined in on his left ear basically telling him that he was a slacker, a father fucking moron, a looser, a punk, a cum dumpster, a cunt, a pansy assed dick smoking homo. Then Mike took over and really started yelling as John. John took some deep breaths like he was going to give it an effort.
"You are a LAZY-DOG FAGGOT. If you don't do this pushup I'm going to kick the fuck out of you, then Kyle here is going to kick the fuck out of you then we're Both going to kick the MOTHERFUCK out of you.'
"PUSH FAGGOT PUSH"
"PUSH FAGGOT PUSH"
Miraculously John started to complete the pushup. His whole body tensed and his head dropped as he strained to push the floor away from him. His trembling arms locked in the upright position and straightened his head so that he was looking straight down at the floor. Mike didn't offer and ounce of praise, no one sub-atomic particle of recognition. Instead he just went to the fowl line and shot some baskets. When John heard the basketball hit the backboard he must of realized that Mike wasn't going to spare him a word and collapsed on the floor.
Mike and I shot some more free throws, we joked around at John's expense. Mocking him and his performance. Without notice Mike shot the ball hard at John who was just getting to his feet. The impact of the ball knocked him over again.
Instead of standing John knelt.
Mike and I continued shooting free throws for a while, (we usually played to 20). Then Mike spoke.
"I think it's had enough exercise don't you?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, it looks like it needs a change of pace" I said agreeing.
"Okay fag, you're done."
The look of relief that lit Johns face could have been an energy source for generations to come. Wisely he didn't get to his feet without permission. It was wishful thinking that we'd let him go home at 10 o'clock. Larry wanted John broken, or at least softened up. We had Friday night, Saturday and Sunday to break John down as much as possible and Sunday would be a light day since we'd have to go to work on Monday.
"Sirs, thank you sirs. Sirs, may I assume that we will have another session tomorrow Sirs."
Mike and I laughed.
"You're done with the cals, faggot. Now we start to have some fun."
Johns face fell. He looked to me as if for some sort of relief. Instead I walked behind him, reached down over his shoulders and grabbed his nipples under his tee shirt and gave them both a hard twist.
"I want you to strip naked, " I spoke quietly into John left ear as I gripped his tits tighter.
"Then go to your locker and fetch your belt," I twisted his tits another quarter turn, "so I can whip your ass raw," this time he sucked in a mouthful of air as my fingers dug into his chest.
Because I had grabbed him from behind and my crotch lay flat against his broad shoulders. I am sure he could feel my erection but what was more important to me was that I could feel the pain go through his body each time I tortured his nipples. Even though he was at attention he straightened and stiffened as I applied the pressure to his nipples.
When I finally released him he quickly stood up, stripped, and ran to the locker room as he had been told.