Date: Tue, 30 Jun 1998 21:40:48 -0700
From: bryan blatnick <snifter@mailexcite.com>
Subject: Christian's Workout

Christian's Workout - A Day with Another Man's Slave

When Todd finally tapped out, he was completely drained of all strength.
As we wiped the sweat from our faces and drank some cold water, he began to
elaborate on how I could collect on the bet.  He had a sex slave named
Christian who lived at his estate on 200 acres at the foot of a mountain at
the edge of Scottsdale.  Christian would be mine to use as I wished for a
day at Todd's estate, so there would be as much privacy as we needed.  He
said Christian was special and that I would notice it immediately when I
saw him; therefore, I had be safe, i.e. use a condom, and I could do
nothing to leave any permanent marks on Christian's body.  I agreed and
told Todd I would be there the next Wednesday.

When I showed up at Todd's at 8:00, the most beautiful man I have ever
seen, wearing only very brief, neon orange running shorts greeted me. The
color of the shorts added to his visual appeal by really setting off the
deep tan on his hairless, perfectly sculpted body.  Christian is the
embodiment of male perfection; he stands about 5'10, weighs about 175, is
slender but very muscular.  He's not bulky like many bodybuilders, but has
outstanding muscle tone and perfect skin stretched tightly over his
symmetrical body.  His muscles are extremely well-defined and perfectly
shaped.  Every graceful movement is a delightful visual symphony of
muscular action; even his casual breathing could excite the onlooker with
the action of his chest where his intercostals disappear under his pecs,
his striated obliques, and ripped abs that are the highlight of his very
slim waist.  This tan, blond adonis would be mine for a day. Christian
invited me in and said Todd was away for the day, and the housekeeper was
off on Wednesday.  I had to find out more about this striking man. I
learned he was 23, had been with Todd for a little more than 3 years, was a
student at ASU, and had no worries in the world, because Todd took very
good care of him.  Todd had told Christian to make him proud by pleasing
me.  I told Christian I was into submission wrestling and was getting very
excited about gut punching, especially punching a guy who had been forced
to exercise to exhaustion.  The sudden bulge in his shorts told me
Christian was already excited, but he calmly said I only had to ask, and he
would do anything.  I asked him what he did to stay in such great shape.
He shyly said he was blessed with great genetics which he reinforced with a
lot of running, biking, swimming, and light to moderate weight lifting.  He
lifted for shape, definition, and tone, not for bulk; Todd wasn't into
bodybuilders, but he really liked Christian's body for its aesthetics.  He
and Todd also played some tennis and golf, and Todd enjoyed showing off
Christian to his friends.  I asked if he had ever been punched in the gut;
he said he and Todd had been playing around with some scenes in the gym for
a couple of months.  He said it was a great turnon for both of them, but
they were careful not to hurt each other.  He took me on a tour of Todd's
estate; the pool area was huge with about a 25-foot wide deck surrounding
an enormous pool with a diving board at one end.  The gym was behind the
garage, next to the guesthouse; it had a terrific combination of strength
equipment, lots of aerobic machines, a speed bag, a heavy bag, and a
12-foot ring.

I told Christian I would work him out until he couldn't do any more, then
punch him until we both cum.  He smiled and said he would enjoy that a lot.
I wondered how much this beautiful body could endure; was he just good
looking, or could he endure what I was planning?  Todd had told me about
the mountain behind his place and the trail to the top, about a two-mile
round trip which gained about 300 feet in elevation.  Christian said he
regularly ran the trail in the morning and the evening; he had already been
to the summit that morning.  I pulled 3 coins from the pocket of my
cutoffs, gave one to Christian and told him to put it between his teeth.
He would have to run to the summit, leave the coin there, and return as
fast as he could.  I would run along to make sure he ran hard and to keep
time.  He would take the other 2 coins up on later trips and pay the
penalty if those trips were slower than this first trip.  He smiled and
asked if he could wear running shoes.  I was amazed that he was ready to
run bare-footed if I wanted, but I told him to get his shoes. He was back
in a minute ready to go.  I took off my shirt and left it by the pool.
Christian took off at a blistering pace, which I could not match.  He
stopped after about a quarter mile to wait for me.  I told him to go back
to the house and start over.  I'd restart the time when I saw him start
back this way.  I continued up the mountain for several minutes before
restarting my stopwatch.  I had barely caught my breath at the obvious
summit when Christian came up behind me.  He handed me the coin and I
flipped it away; Christian noted where it fell, so he must have guessed
he'd have to come back for it.  We took off for the house and Christian
left me in his dust.  I stopped my watch when I saw Christian stop in the
driveway: 13 minutes.  When I got to him, he had already gotten me a bottle
of cold water.  I told him to get the heaviest pair of leg weights in the
gym for the next trip up the mountain.  He happily complied; I had him get
a dish towel from the kitchen to use as a blindfold.  I had him take off
his shoes and shorts, before I put on his blindfold and tied his feet
together.  I threw the second coin into the pool and told him he had to
dive in, find the coin, get out, get his shorts, shoes and the leg weights
and take the coin to the summit.  I would start the clock one minute after
he hit the water.  While he was searching the bottom for the coin, I tied
his shoe laces in a dozen knots and put his shorts in the barbeque.  He had
used 7 of his allowed 13 minutes to get the coin, and start out toward the
mountain.  While I drank the bottle of cold water, Christian made his trip
to the top and back.  It had taken him 15 minutes plus the seven around the
pool.  He wasn't breathing especially hard when he returned, but he was
sweating big time, and his shorts were completely soaked.  I told him that
each of the seven minutes would require a set of exercises before beginning
to payback any time deficits; he was 120 seconds slower than the first
time, and that would mean he owed me 120 pushups after he finished all the
running.  He apologized for disappointing me and said he was ready for his
punishment.  I told him we'd settle all of that later, but he insisted I
punish him immediately in addition to accumulating tasks for later.  I had
him jump rope for 5 minutes.  I asked him if he had a pack; he ran to get
it.  I told him to put 50 pounds of weights in it and put it on for the
next trip.  When he strapped it on, I handed him the third coin and started
my watch.  I told him he could stop for water, but he was on the clock.  He
grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and headed out.  This trip took 18
minutes.  I told him he would have to give me a special situp for each of
the 300 seconds he was slower than the first run up the mountain.  I had
him exchange the 50-pound pack for a pair of 25-pound dumbbells which he
would carry on his next run up the mountain.  I told him to go get the
first coin.  He was off in an instant; it took him 19 minutes to get back.
That meant he would owe me 360 reverse crunches.  His upper body and face
were bright red from the strenuous running and the intense Arizona sun.  I
told him to leave the dumbbells and go get the 2nd coin.  He was back in 17
minutes; I added 240 dumbbell curls to his workout list.  I told him to
take off the leg weights and go, get the 3rd coin.  I told him this would
be his last trip, if he got back in the same time as the first trip.  He
grabbed another bottle of water and took off up the mountain.  He was 3
minutes late returning, so I told him that would cost him 180 torso twists
and another trip with the leg weights and the pack.  I'd go along with a
leather strap to motivate him.  This time I could keep up with the
weighed-down runner.  At the top, I ordered him to give me 50 pushups with
the pack still on.  He banged them out like it was nothing, so I had him do
another set of 50.  As we headed down, I told him he could go ahead, and he
had to do pushups in the driveway until I arrived.  I slowed to a walk
after Christian disappeared.  When I came around a big rock, I saw
Christian arrive at the house and dutifully begin doing pushups.  I took my
time getting to the house and ordered him to stand up.  He was breathing
heavily and his soaked shorts revealed a large bulge.  That was all the
running for now, but I wanted to finish Christian's workout out by the
pool, not in the gym.  He had to bring out some equipment from the gym to
the pool.

After he brought out what I asked for, I had him strip, tied his feet
together, and told him to do 20 laps in the pool.  His energy was amazing.
He had great technique, but he was struggling for the last 5 laps.
Exercise number two would be the bench press.  I had him load up the bar
with 120 pounds and told him to do 3 sets of 50.  I didn't know if he could
do that many after all the pushups, but I figured we'd find out.  He
cranked out the first 2 sets with good technique and was getting hard
again.  When he laid down for the third set, I leaned over and pressed down
on the bar.  I figure he was now pressing 160 or 170 pounds.  He could only
do about 20 reps; I pulled back and ordered him to finish.  He could only
do about 12 more.  When he stood up, I noticed the beautiful pump in his
pecs and his hard cock now leaking precum.  He began apologizing for not
finishing the task I'd given him and asked me to punish him.  I decided to
play along and had him lie down on the bench again.  I straddled him,
grabbed the barbell and dropped it across his stomach from a height of
about 4 inches.  I grabbed the 25-pound dumbbells and had him do a set of
25 flyes. Time for pullups, exercise number three.  After he jumped up on
the bar, I tied a 25 pound plate to his feet and told him to do 25.  He
handled that with relative ease.  Noting my surprise, he told me he did a
lot of pullups - good for the shoulders, arms, and lats.  What would it
take to wear him down?  I had him bring out the stair stepper for exercises
four and five.  He would combine a 20-minute step workout with alternating
dumbbell presses while wearing the leg weights.  I was now obsessed with
finding his limits.  Near the end, his face was finally showing some
strain.  For exercise number six, we went into the gym, where I had
Christian do 75 cable flies while I watched the beautiful action of his
straining pecs.  He couldn't help but notice the tightness in my cutoffs.
We went back outside, where Christian jumped back and forth over a weight
bench for 10 minutes as his last of the 7 exercises, the "penalty" for his
late start up the mountain with the 2nd coin.

Now it was time to work off his debt from the running.  He had to do 120
deep pushups; his feet were on a weight bench, and his hands were on 6-inch
blocks.  For a pushup to count, he had to touch his chest and cock to the
pool deck.  If he couldn't do all 120 pushups, I would punch him for every
rep he couldn't do.  It took a few reps before he found his range and began
doing the pushups like I had ordered.  He struggled on the last dozen but
did all 120 as I had ordered.  Time for situps.  I had him sit with his
butt on the edge of the pool and facing me with his hands clasped behind
his head.  I would hold his ankles, and he would lay back into the pool so
his face was covered on each rep.  Then he had to sit up and touch his
elbow to my opposite shoulder.  He owed me 300, and he got to 265 before he
couldn't do any more.  That would mean 35 punches.  Next was reverse
crunches.  I elevated the situp board as high as it would go and then put
it on the 6-inch blocks.  Christian had to do 360 with the leg weights on
without letting his feet touch the ground; at the bottom of each rep, he
had to extend his legs just above the ground.  This would not only work his
abs but also his arms, because he had to hold himself up on the incline
bench.  He laid back on the board and grasped the elevated end with both
hands over his head. I couldn't help but marvel at his beautiful, extended
abs which I would soon be brutalizing.  He began cranking them out.  By the
time he got to 130, he was breathing very hard.  He only did 175; that
added 185 punches to the debt.  Time for curls, 240 curls with 25-pound
dumbbells (120 of each arm, alternating).  I made him lie on the diving
board and lower the dumbbells until they almost touched the water.  He
could only do 90 with each arm, so I added 60 more punches to the program
for later.  Finally, it was time for torso twists.  After placing a mat
from the gym on the deck, I had him stand with his feet about 2 feet apart,
holding a 25-pound weight by pressing it between his palms.  I held two
poles behind him with my hands about 6 inches below his shoulders.  He had
to rotate by twisting his torso more than 90 degrees to touch each pole
with the weight for one good rep, and he had 180 reps to do.  If he dropped
the weight, I would add 25 punches to the total.  After 2 penalties for
lowering the weight, he finally couldn't keep the weight up by pressing it
between his palms after 110 reps. He said his pecs were burned out, but it
was a great burn.  The grand total was now 400 punches for an exhausted
adonis.

I asked if he wanted to cool off before the punching.  He said it was my
choice, so I told him we'd take a little dip in the pool to cool off.  I
used a 5-foot rope to tie his feet with more than 3 feet of rope left
between them.  Then I tied his hands in hammerlocks behind his back.  I had
him walk the plank, the diving board.  When he got to the end, I stepped on
the rope between his feet and pushed.  He was now hanging head down from
the diving board with water covering his head and chest.  To breathe, he
would have to flex his abs enough to curl his shoulders and head out of the
water.  I enjoyed watching this for about 30 minutes, before releasing him
for the punching.  I wanted him refreshed before the punching, so I told
him to do another 20 laps in the pool with his feet tied.

I decided not to tie Christian for the gut punching.  I made him stand
naked on the pool deck with his hands clasped behind his head.  I told him
I would add 25 punches for every time his hands came down.  As his cock
began to grow, he confidently told me to begin.  I told him he had to thank
me after each blow and ask for another.  "Yes, sir.  Please begin."  I put
on the 10-ounce gloves and curled my gloved hands around some short rods.
The force of my first punch surprised Christian.  For the first time all
day, there was a little doubt showing on his beautiful face.  I focused the
first 100 punches on Christian's upper abs to see how strong he was and to
take his breath away.  He held up well.  After 70 punches into his lower
abs, he started to fold slightly and let out a load groan with almost every
punch. This was where he was vulnerable!  By the time the punch count
reached 200, Christian's lower abs were feeling a little mushy, but his
cock was anything but mushy.  He was starting to drip precum again.  I had
to undo my cutoffs to accommodate my growth and went back to hammering both
his rectus and his obliques.  After another 30 or 40 punches into his solid
upper abs, he dropped his hands.  He apologized for letting me down, and
begged to be punished.  I let him rest for about 30 seconds, then began
again on his obliques.  He had lasted through more than half of the planned
punch count before dropping his hands.  For someone so slender to absorb so
many heavy blows, I was very impressed; but I still had work to do.  As the
color of the Arizona sunset began to fill the sky, Christian, after
dropping his hands a couple more times, could barely stand up straight, and
my 400th punch caused him to blow his load all over me.  I was also ready
to cum and stripped out of my cutoffs.  When Christian saw my hard member,
he knelt down and licked his cum off my belly working his way down to my
cock, finally putting my cock in his mouth until I pumped his throat full
of my juice.  He really knew how to take it!  I was amazed at how much he
had taken, the running, the exercises, and now 400 punches.  I also knew he
had a lot more in him.  Todd had him well trained for this last service,
and Christian had an amazing, beautiful, and strong body.  I wondered if
Todd wanted to fight again with Christian again as the prize.  I'd be ready
anytime.