"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 shoulder. 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.
When John returned he ran back and stood in front of me holding his leather belt which he retrieved from his trousers. He stood at attention and offered the belt on his outstretched hands. Mike and I just stared silently at him as he stood there. After some time it began to dawn on him that he was doing something wrong. To add to Johns dismay Mike asked if I thought a faggot this stupid would last.
"Fuck no, if it can screw up a simple order like this then it will never make it."
"Wait til it fucks up like this for Larry...it will have to eat its own shit for a week."
"If the faggot mutt can't even fetch an item when ..."
That's when John realized his mistake and quickly dropped to his knees and presented the leather belt by holding it in his mouth like a retriever might.
"six minutes 16 seconds", Mike announced, "That will cost you 50 lashes."
It was hard to tell if John heard or really understood what was said. He was kneeling at attention and had a stoic detached look on his face. It seemed obvious that he had been whipped with a belt before. I remembered when Mike last gave me 50 lashes, I had irritated Larry to some small degree and Larry ordered that I take fifty lashes. The hours and minutes leading up to the whipping were murder. The mind exaggerates the pain yet endured and you can't help but wonder if you'll survive.
Mike couldn't help but fuck with the moron as he kneeled there on the hard gym floor.
"Fifty lashes on your bare ass and back." He had walked right in front of John "Think you can take it faggot?" Mike grabbed the belt from John mouth to allow him to speak.
"Sir, Yes sir"
Mike started to rub his crotch teasingly.
"You think you're tough don't you pussy. Think you can take it?"
"Sir....", he hesitated not knowing what to say then took a shot in the dark, "Yes sir"
"You're a Gung-Ho faggot aren't you." Mike had double the leather belt over and was slowly rubbing Johns right nipple with the belt.
John couldn't answer, he gulped slightly and tried to look down toward the floor. I followed his gaze and saw his problem prominently jutting nearly straight out from his body. I stepped back and off to the side to gaze upon his entire naked body. He kneeled perfectly rigid from his head to his knees. His penis was 100 percent erect and dripping. There was a look of desperation in his face, of pain, agony, and desire for release.
Abruptly Mike struck him with the belt right across the cheek causing it to immediately turn red.
"Are you a gung ho mother fucking faggot?"Mike shouted.
John looked up in anger and surprise, both emotions were quickly subdued and he lowered his gaze and answered loudly:
"Sir this pile of dog excrement is gung ho, Sir"
"Sir, this boot licking clown hopes that Sirs will physically abuse it for Sirs amusement, sir."
"Sir, this shit eating pussy hopes Sirs will beat the fuck out of it and make it beg for the mercy it doesn't deserve, Sir"
Johns voice was nearly cracking with anguish. His hands were behind his back and his penis throbbed with every heart beat. He had a nice pump from the cals he did earlier. I admired him for his self control. It is hard to explain unless you were there. Maybe it was the terse, strong tone of his voice. Maybe it was his rigid posture which got more rigid as he asked Mike to begged Mike to beat him without mercy. Maybe it was the way his muscles tightened as if he expected the beating to begin at any moment. Whatever it was it all spelled the same thing, John needed to cum. To stroke his cock and get some relief.
Mike practically ignored him. He set a chair up at Johns side and sat in it.
Maybe I'm more sympathetic, maybe it was that I myself had a raging hardon that I wanted to stroke. Whatever it was, for a moment I felt truly sorry for John.
I sat in a chair directly in front of John and we began 'knife and fork' school. The idea was that any slave to Larry needed to know all the rules and how and when they applied. "Knife and fork" school was simply the slave kneeling while he answered a series of questions about his expected behavior. Any wrong answer was punished immediately. If the slave flunked the test there was additional punishment.
The whole thing is relatively boring. John would make a small mistake and receive a quick belt across the ass cheek. If he made the same mistake again later then he'd get five. If there was a severe mistake made then Mike would jump to his feet and lace the belt across Johns back ten or fifteen strokes. This only happened once when John screwed up on a question about answering a non-coded email. Often time Larry would send an email with a code phrase in it. This was something simple like 'Please remember to update your travel agendas for next month.' Sending that message to Mike and I (and now John) would mean that we were to assemble in the Gymnasium that evening after work.
Security was important since we all knew that should we get caught we'd all very likely get fired. And while losing our jobs might seem like a paramount consideration there was an even greater matter to consider. The unique arrangement where Larry was our actual boss on the job and our sexual master off the job would be lost. While we'd all eventually find work, it is doubtful that we'd all work together in the same capacity again.
We went through the list of prepared question twice. The first time through didn't count, the second time did. All the while John kneeled on the hard floor, eyes straight ahead and answered the questions as best he could.
This was the low point of the evening. It was important that Johnie fuck-up learn the rules but it was tedious. Yet somehow John stayed aroused. When I went through 'knife and fork' Mike used and electric anal probe and buzzed me every time I fucked up. The shock of have electricity running up your ass and through your body was unbearable. The more I sweat the worse it got.
Finally John answered the final question and we were done. Unlike me John had passed on his first try and would escape punishment.
"Let's set up some tables." Mike saw my reaction to his words and reminded me that John has fifty coming for taking so long retrieving the belt.
Great I thought as the three of us walked to the sidelines where the tables were. Two long tables were placed side by side with a 4 inch gaps. The cunt-boy was told to lie face down. His cock and balls fell through the gap. Mike and I pushed the tables together until his ball sack was trapped beneath the tables. We called this set up the guillotine. Johns was bound to the table, a rope passed under the table connecting his left arm to his right. Likewise for his legs. Johns arms extended over the sides of the table. If John jerked or spasmed he would draw the two tables together pinching his ball sack. Two blocks of wood pretended the tables from getting much closer that 2" but of course John-fuckup wasn't aware of that.
Johns head hung over the edge of the table and I yanked it back and ordered him to wet the belt with his saliva.
"They don't count if you make a sound." Mike put it bluntly.
I laid 5 stripes down on his ass. Each time Johns head jerked back and his body arched but he did not make a sound. Mike kept count as I worked up his back. One number 18 I brought the leather strap down with all my might onto John inner thighs.
"F U C K" he grunted out as the tables slid together and then with that wave of pain reached him and yelled out again "oh shit... oh please ... oh.....oh ......oh"
He released the tension on his bonds and the pain in his groin went down. Quickly he realized he had fucked up.
"Tsk tsk tsk" I said,
"Let's not give him a penalty for that, it really hurt, I could tell"
"Okay" I said as I grabbed the belt forcing John to salivate on it again.
When I struck him again Mike started counting the strokes.
"One"
"Two"
John jerked his head around looking for help. Afraid to say anything. He got nothing from me and foolishly tried Mike. Glaring back at the pansy-fool Mike nonchalantly started the count over again.
John lowered his head again trying to absorb the pain. The whole trick in getting a faggot to fuck up is surprise. Stroking his ass gently for a dozen strokes and then wailing into him causes a sudden increase in pain that will often time be more effective than striking the heavy blows from the beginning. I decided to go to about 25 the second time. Then I paused. John probably assumed that we were pausing because we were half way through the fifty. I kneaded his ass and spread his cheeks slightly. I figured I had the right spot when John body jerked a little.
"Sorry about that I said"
Wisely John did not respond. I shoved the belt into John mouth while I continued to play with his ass. Then I took the belt out and asked if he was ready to go again. He nodded yes.
With out a delay I quickly grabbed his ass cheek and pulled his ass wide open and laid a blistering stripe staring down his crack.
A deep guttural moan filled the gym and Johns body clamped and convulsed.
"How you doing Mr. Gung-Ho" Mike taunted. John couldn't reply. He had collapsed onto the tables and was panting madly. Mike grabbed his wet hair and yanked his head back. "I can't wait to fuck this face" then dropped John head.
We gave the pussy a few minutes to recover. Mike opened a magazine and started stroking himself while I prepared to start whipping John again. When his breathing was regular I asked if he was ready. He nodded yes, he and I both were not sure if he would be penalized for his moan.
On the first stroke mike counted out " Minus ten"
"Minus nine"
"Minus eight".
For the rest of the punishment I just laid the lashes down evenly and fairly. Johns body absorbed the pain. After a while we developed a rhythm. I would thrash John and he would jerk forward, as he came back I would lay the next stripe down. By about 30 count the pain was causing John to lift himself slightly off the table. By the final ten his body was suspended - supported by outstretched arms and legs - about an inch off the table. During the last ten he never really fell back on the table- his entire body was racked by the pain and unable to speak the only relief he had was to exert his muscles.
When I finished he continued to suspend himself for a moment then collapsed on the tables. His lips were trembling and tears welled in his eyes. Sweat was running off his body forming puddles on the tables. His breathing was so heavy I was worried he might have a heart attack. Mike wasn't waiting for John to recover though. He dropped the magazine on the floor and pulled Johns head up.
John strained against his bonds to give his neck some relief as Mike face Fucked him.
"This is the only thing a faggot like you is good for right asshole"
Muffled by Mikes cock I could almost make out Johns reply.
"You don't deserve my jizz do you faggot"
This time I distinctly heard John say 'Sir no Sir"
Mike drove himself hard against johns face a couple of times and I thought Johns neck would snap. Mike must of realized and stepped back a little , he grabbed the back of Johns head to give it support and then rammed his hips into Johns face several time.
At the last second Mike yanked his cock out of Johns mouth and came all over Johns back and shoulders.
"You wanted my cum didn't you faggot?"
"SIR YES SIR"
"You wanted me to cum in your mouth so you could swallow by jizz because you are a worthless cum eating scum, right faggot?"
"Sir, I'm sorry I wanted to swallow your cum Sir"
"You want my cum in you?"
"SIR, it would be an honor I don't deserve sir"
"You wanted my cum inside you and you wanted to get it in there the easy way" Mike said as he spread his load all over Johns shoulders and back"
John hesitated and then answered "SIR, I am a pussy faggot for wanting to swallow your cum. I'm a turd eater that does not deserve the honor of ingesting Sirs precious seed. Sir, may this pansy ass please have the honor of having your cum put inside me the hard way, Sir"
Already John ass was super sensitive from the belting and Mike slapped him with his wet hand John spasmed.
"The hard way ?" Mike asked.
"Sir, This scum eating faggot would be honored to have Sirs cum beaten into it Sir"
"No faggot you don't deserve it yet" Mike said as he started to undo Johns bonds. John collapsed in relief and sighed.
Before Mike had untied Johns right arm I cleared my throat and spoke "Uhh,. I'd sort of like to see if this pussy could take another fifty."
Without answering Mike stopped untying John and refastened the bond.
"Why not" he said as he again sat in the chair reading the magazine.
The next fifty lashes broke John. I started almost immediately and Mike did not count. By about twenty John was moaning and grunting loudly on every lash. By approximately 35 he was begging me to stop.
"OH please God stop ... Oh ...oh ...Oh no please please stop ... ahh ahh ohh NO MORE.."
The sweat splashed off his back as I laid the lashes down. I didn't stop at fifty but just continued until John out:
"OH SHIT ... that's Fifty That's Fifty"
I stopped to admire my handy work. Johns back muscles were strained and their definition fully enhanced. His entire back was bright read and he lay on the table sobbing like a child. I glanced under the table and noticed his arousal was gone. His dick was almost invisible now. I knew how to fix that.
I pulled my dick from my trousers and stroked myself. I slowly walked over to the end of the table and raised Johns sobbing head with my left hand. I placed my hard cock withing inches of his lips.
"Think you deserve to have this is your mouth cunt?"
"Sir, no Sir"
"That's right Faggot" I said, allowing the leather belt to unfold and gently fall upon Johns blazing back, "Matter of fact you don't even deserve to touch this cock do you?"
"Sir No Sir" The belt hit his back again this time less gently.
"If you touch this cock you get another fifty."
Johns expression changed to one of complete horror. I walked toward John who instinctively try to elevate his face to get it away from my cock. He pushed and strained against the bonds and was able to raise his head high enough. Mike stopped reading the magazine. John chin was about two above the head of the cock and I strained to make my dick throb hard enough to hit his chin.
"How's it going loser" I ask nonchalantly.
"Sir, it's going well Sir" John said in a voice of man on the verge of spontaneously exploding.
"How was your first week here at the company?"
"Sir, very challenging Sir"
Mike and I smiled to each other. The punk had a sense of humor.
"And rewarding I hope?'
"Sir yes Sir"
"Hey. Did I feel your face on my DICK"
As incredible was Johns effort he increased it trying to raid his head that little bit extra.
"That's better."
John didn't respond I don't think he could. I put my hand on the top of John head and pushed down slightly.
"You took that beating like a real man, John. I think you have what it takes."
"Sir,...Thank you Sir" I though he would collapse when he said that.
I pushed a little harder and his head started to go down.
"Hold on buddy .... you can make it." He tried to resist but couldn't. I let up a little just to extend the torture. I could feel the strength subsiding and knew he was done. I stepped back and he collapsed. I placed his head between my legs and clamped it. My cock lay on his shoulders and I knew he could feel me throbbing against him just as I could feel his labored breathing.
I couldn't wait and before he had a chance to regain some strength I clamped his head tightly between my legs and strapped his ass with the belt. The jolt of pain registered and he bucked against my weight.
"What are you?" I yelled.
"Sir I'm a faggot Sir"
Again the belt bit his beaten ass.
"Say it again"
"Sir I'm a faggot".
This time his reaction to the pain was severe enough that he nearly lifted me off the ground.
"You are a scum faggot."
"Sir I am a scum faggot Sir" The belt did not get a good reaction so I whipped a second time which started John convulsing with pain. The without prompting he started to sound off, each time I noticed he was thrusting his hips slightly.
"Sir, Please beat this slime monkey. Sir"
"Sir, please fuck this slime moneky and flush down the toilet like the used cotex it is, Sir"
"Sir, please punish this piece of shit, Sir. Please kick the shit out of it Sir"
He was jutting his head back and forth actually stroking me with his shoulders and demeaning himself, asking to ne beaten and punished. If his plan was to get me off it worked. In the matter of minutes my jism sprayed on his back and I laid the second volley in his hair. I fell to the floor in a sitting position and noticed that my trouser were we from Johns sweat. As I got to my feet my glanced upon John dick. He had a raging hardon and couldn't do anything about it.
Mike had noticed also and had moved his chair over to the side of the table.
"Eric and I just want to thank you for getting us off" Mike said as he started to stroke John. We were sure that John was close so we stopped stroking after only a few seconds.
Mike kept John on the edge for about ten minutes while I showered and changed in jeans.
When I returned Mike had his finger in Johns ass and John was begging him to stroke him off. When I got to the table Mike told me he was all mine and to see if I could keep him on the edge til he came back. Then we'd both get him off.
Mike showered a lot longer than I. When he returned he was dressed in suit and tie and had a fresh shirt on. He was carrying his jacket over one shoulder. He walked ever so slowly over to us. John had been begging me to get him off the whole while Mike was showering.
'Please, I'll do anything you ask. Please just do it Mike won't know. Please I'll let you fuck me, I'll let all your friends'
Then when I'd give him a few strokes he begged me to stop. "Don't Don't do it if you're not going to make me cum. Please just don't."
As Mike walked toward us I stopped teasing John.
"Here he comes"
The only sound was Johns panting and Mike footsteps. John twisted his head to watch as Mike approached. Unexpectedly Mike stopped and wiped a piece of lint from his jacked and then continued.
"Okay I'm back." Mike announced as he sat on the chair in front of John.
Mike looked directly into John face and spoke, "This was one hot session. I was so turned on I jerked off in the shower. It was great."
John gritted his teeth. He thrust his hips for some reason, I guess he couldn't help it.
Mike spoke again "Dude I'm going to stroke you off and you are going to cum like a race horse."
John just said the word 'please' a few times in response to Mikes statement.
"You're going to come like you never came before."
"Yes ... yes please do it"
Mike leaned forward. His tailored shirt drew tight over his shoulders. John and I both wet our lips at the sight.
"I'm gonna jerk you off so bad your dick is gonna explode. It's gonna burst like a fucking fire hydrant. And when you shoot I'm going to fuck your ass raw and while Eric fucks your face.........Tomorrow."
Mike untied John arms while I untied legs.
John repeated the word tomorrow a couple of times as we undid him. He started to beg again a little but stopped. I think he must have been debating what to do. After all he could just jerk off when he went home and no one would know.
John was ordered to stand at attention until his hard on was completely gone. In actuality he did not really subside all the way.
"Your back will be sore tomorrow. If you jerk off I'll know." the threat was not lost on John who followed the motion of the swinging belt with his eyes.
With that Mike whipped Johns penis with the belt and threw it on the floor as John doubled over slightly. Mike left saying that we'd meet downstairs in the office in the morning.
I told John to clean the Gym and to get dressed without showering and that he'd be going home with me tonight.