Todd's call on Saturday morning caught me completely by surprise. He wanted to know if I had enjoyed my day with Christian as much as Christian had. I never thought Christian would say he enjoyed the workout I gave him, but, yes, I had enjoyed it very much. Todd said Christian was excited with my more physical style and had asked if we could do it again. Todd was willing, but he wanted to watch and maybe participate. We agreed to meet on Wednesday of the following week.
Christian was just returning from a run up the mountain when I pulled into Todd's driveway. He was wearing leg weights and a new weight vest. He excitedly told me it was the heaviest one in town. Since it was only 45 pounds, he had also put on a 10-pound diver's weight belt. We went inside and out to the pool where Todd was finishing a cup of coffee. We chatted a few minutes while Christian swam. When he got out of the water we started talking about what to do that day.
Christian had mentioned bicycling last week, and Todd said they had two mountain bikes in the garage. I asked where they rode, and Todd said the road turned to dirt just past his house and went several miles out into the desert. There were section roads every mile. What about having Christian run along as we go for a bike ride? We can decide what else to do while we ride. We took a lot of water and tied a rope around Christian's neck and to the seat post of my bike. We'd do four miles, taking a right turn at each section road ending back at Todd's place. Christian asked if he should wear the leg weights. Sure. I also had him put a pair of leg weights on his wrists. After a mile, we turned to see a series of hills and dips. Todd leaned over and said he thought we could push Christian harder. We stepped up the pace and tried to sprint up each of the hills. Christian never broke stride, never lost his magnificent rhythm or that smile on his face. Todd and I increased our speed every time we turned right so that we were going about as fast as we could for the last mile. When we got back to Todd's house, Christian was hot, red, and covered with sweat that fell from his body like rain.
By the time we got out to the pool, Christian was breathing normally again. Todd told him to get out of his wet running shorts, and he just dropped them by the pool. I asked Todd if there was any part of Christian's body he wanted to work on. He suggested the arms, chest, and shoulders for the morning, then the legs and abs for the afternoon. I had Christian get some of the equipment from the gym that we had used the week before. I took him to the back wall and placed the 6-inch blocks about shoulder-width apart, 2 feet from the base of the wall. Christian asked if this was for vertical pushups. I told him to go for it in sets of 50. Facing the wall, he bent down to put his hands on the blocks, then jumped up in a handstand, letting his feet touch the wall for stability. He cranked out 3 sets as Todd shook his head in amazement. "I knew he had a fabulous body and was in great shape, but I had no idea." I told him this kind of thing went on all day last Wednesday. As Christian started his fourth set, I decided he would do pullups next. When Christian finished his vertical pushups and got something to drink, I told him what I wanted, alternating sets of 25 close-grip, underhanded pullups and 25 wide-grip overhanded pullups. He went to the pullup bar and started the first set. I thought about having him put on the weight vest, but decided against it in favor of more sets. By the end of his fifth set, he had a very noticeable pump in both his biceps and his cock. Todd was getting excited himself, as was I. I asked Todd if he had a favorite pushing exercise, and he said he liked incline dumbbell presses. Christian brought the proper bench and a pair of 50-pound dumbbells from the gym. I told him to alternate sets of 50 presses with the 50's and 20 flyes with the 25's. He cranked out 6 sets of each, before I stopped him. It was time to cool off, so we had him do 20 laps of the pool with his feet tied. As he swam, we talked about our plans for the afternoon. I wanted to work his abs very hard, then his legs before another hard run to the mountain and back for time. Todd liked my ideas, and after Christian's swim, we gave him a few minutes to rest.
Time for ab work. I had Christian sit on the edge of the pool as we had done last week. He had to lay back into the pool and cover his face with water, then situp and touch his elbow to my opposite shoulder while I held his ankles. I told him to do 250. His form was flawless for the first 200, but he struggled during the last 50. As he stood up, I poked him in the gut to see how tight he was. It was like poking a brick wall. For lower abs, his weak point, we would do reverse crunches with leg weights, and hanging leglifts on the pullup bar. He did 200 reverse crunches, better than last week, and then did 40 hanging leglifts. I had him put on leg weights and lie down on his back with both feet straight up in the air and his arms extended to his sides. He had to lower his legs as close to his left hand, then as close to his right hand as he could without touching the ground. I wanted him to do 100 of these. He did all 100, but was groaning and breathing heavily for the last 20. After another set of 100 reverse crunches, we'd start on his legs.
Todd took over for Christian's leg work, and he started with 50 squats with a moderate weight. Then Todd had Christian bend over a bench so Todd could get on his back. Christian did donkey calf raises for what seemed like all afternoon, before Todd had him do another set of 50 squats. Then Todd had Christian jump back and forth over the weight bench. This went on for several minutes, before Todd told Christian to put on the weight vest. This continued for another 10 minutes or so. They did another set of donkey calf raises, probably 200 or more. It seemed his calf muscles would pop out of his skin at any moment.
After the leg work, we had Christian put on his shorts and shoes and get some water. Out front, we tied the stem of Todd's bike to the stem of mine with about 20 feet of loose rope between them. We had Christian wrap the rope twice around his midsection. Christian would have to tow Todd and me around the 4-mile loop we had done in the morning. He had to keep going fast enough so that Todd and I could maintain balance without pedaling. The load on the rope would work Christian's stomach and not let him fully expand on each breath. Todd smiled as he contemplated my design for Christian's discomfort. At the end of the 4 miles, Christian was noticeably fatigued, but he had one last task before the gut punching. With leg weights, the weight vest, and the diver's belt, he had to run up to the summit of the nearby mountain and return within the 13 minutes limit established by his first run a week ago. He'd get a punch for every second over 13 minutes. Off he went, but at a noticeably slower pace than I had ever seen him run before. It was 19+ minutes before he reappeared at the pool, breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and bright red all over.
He took off everything and drank an entire bottle of water, before I grabbed him and pinned his arms behind his back. Todd began to punch Christian's upper abs, but had little effect on the well-muscled belly. As the minutes ticked off, Todd increased the intensity of his punches, but Christian's abdominal wall was undented. I told Todd to start working below the navel, and after almost 10 minutes, I could hear Christian grunt and feel him flinch with each of Todd's punches. All three of us were fully hard, and Todd and I had big grins on our faces. Christian was feeling the cumulative effects of the day's activities, and had a slightly pained expression on his face. We then tied Christian to the pullup bar so his toes were barely touching the ground. I started on his upper abs, the rectus and obliques, knowing I could do anything I wanted with his now vulnerable lower abs. I still wanted to feel his upper abs soften, and it took almost 10 more minutes, before my punches started getting through his abdominal wall. Christian seemed to be meditating while I punched him; his eyes popped open when I gave him a particularly hard shot just below the sternum. He kept his attention focused and his muscles flexed, but the armor plate was beginning to soften. Todd noticed this, and wanted to check it out for himself. He gave Christian his best shots for a couple of minutes, before Christian shot his load all over Todd. Seeing what had happened, Christian asked to be untied to clean up Todd who was nearing his own ejaculation. I untied Christian, and he took care of Todd just as he had me the week before.
After a few minutes, Todd and Christian came over where I was now seated, and asked if there was anything I wanted. I said I'd had a good time, but that I needed to go. Todd, sensing that I would just go home and jack off, asked if I'd be interested in some more punching -- the 2 of us, not Christian. I said I'd like to get beat up a little. Todd asked how I wanted it, and I chose the same scene we'd just had with Christian. Todd hammered away on me for about 15 minutes, but never found a soft spot. We were both hard, and Christian came over to unbutton and unzip my cutoffs. My hard cock immediately found the fresh air and grew some more. As Todd hit me in the upper abs and pecs, Christian started licking me on and around the cock, finally putting me in his mouth. A few punches later, and, with Christian's help, I shot my load in his throat. As I did, I felt Todd's punches start to penetrate my gut, but it didn't matter now. Todd looked down at Christian and asked if he had any plans for the evening. "No, I plan to just hang out here." "Same here; I think I'll keep at this well into the night," said Todd. That was sweet music to my ears. After a few more minutes of pounding on me, Todd stepped back and asked Christian if he wanted to give me some shots. "Oh, no; I couldn't. It wouldn't be right. That's not my role." Before Todd could say anything, I told Christian he had earned the right to work me over tonight. Todd agreed immediately and enthusiastically, as he handed the gloves to Christian. Christian said, "I don't want to hurt you anymore than my master already has. You should know I hit the speed bag every day and the heavy bag 2 or 3 times a week. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure! Go ahead -- I want to see if you can give as well as you take." As Christian put on the gloves, my mind and body were rejuvenated at the prospect of being worked over by this gorgeous hunk.