Date: Tue, 24 Aug 1999 21:07:01 PDT
From: snifter@excite.com
Subject: Christian's Workout III

I'm sure my voice conveyed my excitement when Christian called to invite me
to another "workout" at Todd's.  Christian added a little mystery to the
event by telling me that there would be an additional player.  We agreed on
Wednesday morning at 8:00, because that was the housekeeper's day off.

When I drove up to Todd's estate in my open jeep, there was an older pickup
in the driveway.  Christian opened the door as I walked up the steps.  His
naked body was every bit as gorgeous as I remembered, and he led me out to
the patio.  Todd, Christian's master and benefactor, was talking with
another stunning young man.  Christian introduced me to Patrick, his
brother.  Patrick stood up to greet me with a firm handshake.  He was
wearing only a brief pair of neon green, nylon running shorts, split to the
waist, and a pair of running shoes.  As I sat down, Todd asked what we might
do with our "subjects" on this hot Arizona summer day. I wanted to know more
about Patrick.  He was 2 years younger and several pounds heavier than
Christian, but his muscles were not as well-defined.  He was more muscular,
but there was a thin layer of fat that partially obscured his impressive
muscles.  Patrick told us that he did heavy lifting three times a week but
not much running or aerobic work.  When I asked about running, he told us
that twice a week he ran about 2 miles, enough to keep him in shape to pass
his fireman's fitness test each 6 months.  I asked the two brothers,
side-by-side, about their workouts: reps, poundages, etc., and took notes
for later.  While I was recording the brothers' data, Todd went inside to
get his video camera.  I finally asked Patrick if he knew what we planned to
do today.  He said Christian told him we would work him to exhaustion then
gut punch him to climax.  I told him that was about right, and he said
Christian had told him it was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.

I told Todd I thought we could arrange for some contests between the
brothers with the loser of each contest earning gut punches at the end of
the day.  Todd liked the idea, but we were both wondering how to arrange the
contests to compensate for the different strengths of the competitors.  I
had an idea for the first contest that would put Patrick on notice for what
he had gotten himself into.  I asked Todd and Christian if there had been
any sign of vehicles of any type on the dirt roads beyond Todd's estate.
Except for the mailman, neither had seen any traffic of any sort in at least
3 weeks, ever since the daytime temperature started regularly going over
100.  I told Todd about my plan for the first contest, and he liked it.

Christian put on running shoes while Patrick slipped off his shorts; he
wouldn't need them for the rest of the day.  While the two young studs are
similar in appearance at first glance, the differences in their physiques
are significant.  Both are smooth, deeply tanned, and quite muscular, but
the deep striations in Christian's muscles really stand out next to his
brother's larger but smoother muscles.  This difference is especially
noticeable in the abs and legs.  Each of Christian's breaths causes a
beautiful cascade of muscular motion in his abs, but Patrick's abs simply
move slightly in and out with each breath.  Patrick has massive thighs, but
Christian's calves, runner's calves, are larger, better shaped, and
definitely more defined.  Patrick's shoulders are huge compared to
Christian's, and his thick pecs seem to hang on his chest when not flexed,
while Christian's always-firm pecs appear to be molded onto his chest and
move with every breath.  The taper from Christian's broad shoulders to his
extremely small waist is more pronounced than Patrick's, because Patrick's
waist is not as small as Christian's.  While their lat spreads are similar
when viewed from the front, Patrick's lats are almost twice as thick as
Christian's.  Both young men have impressive arms, large, rounded muscles
with striations, but Patrick has veins that look like ropes under the skin.

It was after 8:30 when we put the mountain bikes and some rope in the back
of my jeep, and I climbed in behind the wheel.  I backed out of the
driveway, pointed the jeep down the lonesome dirt road, took it out of gear,
and turned off the engine.  I told the boys they would not like the second
part of this event if it took them more than 30 minutes to push the jeep
touching only the bumper to the corner a mile away.  Without asking what
might happen, Christian and Patrick began pushing my jeep up the dirt road
while I steered; Todd followed on foot taking in the scene on video tape.
Todd and I changed places several times, so each of us could enjoy the show.
The boys' bodies were nearly horizontal as they pushed the jeep, and the
sweat rolled off them in rivers.  I delighted in watching the sweat roll
down their backs and pool in the small of their backs just above their buns,
then roll off to the sides.  After ¾ mile, we all stopped briefly and
removed Todd's bike from the jeep.  He would ride back to the ½ mile mark
and wait for Christian.  The two brothers were covered in sweat, and each
quickly downed a bottle of cool water.  After 28 minutes, at the
intersection a mile from Todd's estate, I parked the jeep.  Patrick took the
bike out, and I began to tie the rope several times around his waist and to
the stem of the bike.  As I tied the rope around Patrick's waist, his cock
suddenly straightened and grew; he apologized and told me was easily
aroused.  I told him to relax, as he had a long day ahead of him.  After
Patrick was ready to start towing me, Christian started running back towards
the house.  Todd would tie Christian to his bike; then Christian would try
to catch his brother before reaching the estate.  The brothers would tow
Todd and me around the 1-mile-square plot of empty desert land, finishing at
Todd's estate, and the loser would earn 100 punches to be delivered later in
the day.  Patrick began to struggle after turning the corner a mile from the
jeep and finally had to stop about ½ mile later and walk several yards.  He
began running again and didn't stop again until he was about ¼ mile past the
last corner of the route, only ¾ mile from the finish.  He was shocked when
he looked over his shoulder and saw Christian turning the corner; he began
running as hard as he could, but Christian passed him in the last 50 yards
and won this first event.

We made sure the brothers got some water and cooled down a little, before
reminding them that they had to go get the jeep.  When Patrick started to
groan, Christian jabbed him in the ribs and winked: it was all part of the
day's games.  To add a little spice to the event, Todd and I would run the
4-mile course in the opposite direction the boys had just done, trying to
catch them before they pushed the jeep back to the house.  All 4 of us
started at the same time, and Todd and I ran the route counter-clockwise.
We decided to take it easy in the 90-degree heat and ran about 9-minute
miles, but we still caught the boys with about 100 yards to go.  That would
mean another 50 punches later for each of them.

As the two brothers cooled down and drank some much-needed water, Todd and I
decided on the next event.  We agreed that it should emphasize strength, not
aerobic endurance, so that Patrick might have an advantage.   I didn't want
the event to be simple weightlifting, so we decided to have the brothers
race against each other pushing the pickup and my jeep.  We checked the
registrations to see how much weight difference there was between the two
vehicles; they were within 150 pounds of each other, so we put 150 pounds of
weight in the jeep and lined up the vehicles in front of the house.  The
race would be ¼ mile on the dirt road, and I would use a stopwatch to keep
the time.  After a one minute rest at the turn-around point, they would
switch vehicles for the race back to the house.  I would walk alongside at a
normal pace, and each boy would earn 50 punches if I beat both of them to
the house.  The loser would earn an additional 100 punches.  Both brothers
were sweating profusely and breathing hard when they reached the ¼ mile
mark, and their skin was bright red. Patrick had a 10-second advantage to
start the return trip, and he stretched that to 25 seconds at the end.  I
beat both of them back to the driveway of Todd's house, so each contestant
got his 50 punches, and Christian earned 100 more.

Patrick was beginning to wonder if he could go on like this all day, but
Christian provided a great deal of private encouragement.  Todd and I
decided to let the boys cool off during the next contest, a tug-of-war in
the pool.  We tied their ankles together and had them start in the center of
the pool, Christian facing the east end, Patrick facing the west end.  The
winner would be the first one to touch the edge of the pool he was facing.
The splashing was furious for several minutes as Christian slowly got about
half way to the east edge, but Patrick countered and pulled Christian almost
back to the center before his endurance began to wane.  Christian again
gained the advantage and eventually touched the east edge of the pool with
Patrick in tow.  The 10-minute contest had drained both competitors, and
they lay, gasping, on the patio beside the pool for several minutes to
recuperate.  Patrick moaned and Christian smiled when I announced that
Patrick had earned another 50 punches.

Christian recovered more quickly than his brother, and when he got up to
escape the burning sun, I had him start bringing equipment from the gym: a
weight bench, a dip station, and 2 barbells, one with 100 pounds, and
another with 220 pounds.  I planned to use the 100-pound barbell for their
curls and the 220-pound barbell for bench presses.  I chose the weights by
taking two-thirds of the difference between the usual weights each of the
brothers used and adding that to the weight Christian normally used.  But
Patrick would not have an easy time of it either.  After the equipment was
in place on the patio, I explained the final competitive event: a continuous
cycle through 4 exercise stations, pullups, bench presses, curls, and dips.
Each time they completed a cycle, the number of reps of each exercise would
be reduced by one.  The winner would be the one with the greatest number of
total reps; the loser would earn 100 punches.  Christian looked somewhat
apprehensive at the heavier than normal weights, but Patrick seemed stunned
when I told them the first cycle would be 25 reps at each station.  I placed
wet towels on the weight bench, and the boys put on leather gloves.  I let
them put their shoes on so their feet wouldn't burn on the sun-baked patio.
Patrick won the coin flip and decided to have Christian start.

Christian jumped up and grabbed the pullup bar and began cranking out the
reps.  After 25 seemingly easy pullups, he laid down on the bench and began
his 25 bench presses.  The extra weight became a noticeable struggle after
about 20 reps, and he was breathing hard when he completed number 25.  As
Christian started his curls, Patrick had to begin his pullups.  Christian
started well, but the last 5 reps were quite difficult for him.  Patrick had
some trouble with his last 3 or 4 pullups, but he never slowed down during
the bench presses.  Christian did his 25 dips quickly, and grabbed a drink
of water before beginning his second cycle of 24 reps each.  Patrick had no
trouble with the 25 curls, but his heavier bodyweight caused him to struggle
through the last few dips.  The sweat poured off both young men as they
continued.  Each completed the second cycle with some additional difficulty.
Christian could barely pull himself up for his 23rd pullup as he began his
3rd cycle.  His arms were fully pumped but seriously fatigued.  Todd spotted
Christian's bench presses while I watched Patrick struggle with the last 10
of his 24 dips.    I told Todd that it seemed to be working out as I had
expected.  Patrick would have trouble with the bodyweight exercises, and
Christian would have trouble with the heavier-than-usual weightlifting.  We
would soon see who would wear down first.

The first break came after 3 cycles when Christian could not complete his 22
pullups, and he dropped off the bar after 17.  Holding his hands on his hips
and gasping for air, he walked around the patio once before beginning his
bench presses.  Patrick struggled with his 22 bench presses and took a short
break before beginning his dips.  As with the sets of 24 and 23, he
struggled and finally completed his 22nd dip.  By now Patrick was breathing
so hard that his abdomen had ripples in spite of the smoothing layer of fat
under his skin.  Neither young man wanted to quit while the other was still
going.  Eventually, each young man could not complete the assigned number of
reps of any of the exercises, but neither was ready to give up.  Finally,
Todd stopped Christian when he could not press the barbell off his chest for
the eighth rep on his sixth cycle.  Patrick saw this and continued his dips.
I reminded him that Christian had started two stations ahead of him and that
he needed to keep going.  Patrick was three reps behind Christian when he
dropped off the pullup bar after only 4 reps.  He laid on the bench and
began cranking out the bench presses.  After 14 bench presses, he stopped
and asked for the score.  When I announced that Patrick had 11 more reps
than Christian, Christian wanted to continue, but neither Todd nor I thought
that would be wise.

The next event would again be in the pool.  With their ankles tied and hoods
on their heads, we pushed them into the pool.   We had thrown 20 dimes and
20 pennies into the pool.  Christian had to retrieve the dimes one at a
time, and Patrick had to do the same with the pennies.  They had to dive to
the bottom, locate a coin by touch, determine if it was a dime or a penny,
and bring it to the surface.  I sat on the end of the diving board, and they
had to bring each retrieved coin to me before diving to find another one.
This event helped cool them down and gave Todd and me a chance to discuss
the next event.

We decided to add something erotic to the next event.  We had each boy wrap
his right arm around one of the posts for the pullup bar; these posts were
4x4's with a heavy duty marine finish and stood eight feet tall with the
crossbar about four inches from the top.  Todd tied Christian's right wrist
to the base of his right thigh, while I did the same to Patrick on the
opposite post.  The brothers looked at us in wonder, as we described the
event.  They had to figure out how to get into a position where they could
simultaneously suck each other's cock.  If it took more than 10 minutes,
they'd have to run Christian's hill in weight vest and leg weights.  The
brothers sized up the situation and decided they needed to meet on the
crossbar, but they couldn't figure out how to climb the posts without the
use of the right hands.  Finally, Patrick had the idea to wrap his left arm
tightly around the post and use his knees to shinny up the pole.  When he
tried, he screamed when his cock and balls touched the hot post.  I asked if
we could help, and they both begged us to hose down the posts.  We obliged,
but that made them slick and harder to climb.  Eventually, the two young
studs toughed it out and climbed the posts so they could hang with their
right arms looped over the cross bar.  They awkwardly worked themselves into
position so each brother could suck the other's cock.  It had taken 13
minutes, and we let them enjoy the fruits of their labors for a few minutes
while Todd continued the taping.  When I climbed up on the step ladder and
untied the ropes holding their wrists to their thighs, they both dropped as
though they had just finished a long set of pullups.  Without giving them
any time to rest, I made them put on their running shoes and leg weights.
Christian let Patrick wear his weight vest and threw his weighted pack on
his own back for the ½ mile trip to the top of the hill overlooking Todd's
estate.  Each grabbed a bottle of water as they went through the house and
out the front door, naked except for the shoes and weights.  Todd was
inspired by the erotic addition to the last event, and he said he had a
couple of ideas for more erotic events.  He went into the house to gather
some materials and get them ready for the boys' return.

When the boys returned from their hill climb, it was obvious that Patrick
was completely spent and would need some time to recover.  We decided to let
both of them recover in the pool again.  I tied a 15-foot piece of rope
around each brother's ankles as they stood on the diving board.  Todd had
already tied their wrists behind their backs.  When I finished, I looped the
rope between the two around the diving board and pushed them off opposite
sides of the board.  Hanging down to their waists in the water, suspended by
their ankles with their wrists tied, they had to flex their abs to lift
their heads out of the water.  Christian had been through this before, but
it took a little while for Patrick to get the hang of it.  Eventually, they
were both doing the same thing: take a deep breath, relax with the head
under water for about 30 seconds, sit up out of the water, get another deep
breath, and repeat the process.  We left them in this predicament for about
20 minutes.  In the meantime, Todd had cut some pieces of cord and punctured
several tennis balls, props for the next event.  He told me I would enjoy
watching the boys play tennis his way.

When I released the boys wrists and let the rope fall into the pool, they
swam slowly to the edge and pulled themselves out of the water.  Todd told
Christian to get a couple of tennis racquets.  When Christian came back
outside with two tennis racquets and a sleeve of balls, Todd showed him the
cords.  The huge smile on Christian's face told me he knew what was coming
next  Patrick also broke out in a big smile: Christian had told him about
how Todd kept score when playing tennis.  While Christian and Patrick each
tied one of the cords around each other's balls, Todd explained the next
event to me.  When Todd and Christian played, Todd kept score by the number
of balls on the string hanging from each man's scrotum.  Winning a set meant
adding a ball to a man's cord.  The match continued until there was no room
left to add another ball.  Christian and Patrick were both very good tennis
players and had been district high school doubles champs during Christian's
senior year; they still played about once a month and were evenly matched.
I reminded Todd about Christian's superior endurance, and we agreed to slow
Christian down with leg weights and to spot Patrick one ball.  I
complemented Todd on his unique score-keeping system, and we joked that
you'd never see it at Wimbledon.

The match was fiercely fought with the two brothers splitting the first two
sets.  Patrick shifted strategy at the beginning of the third set.  Instead
of trying to win each point quickly, he began to concentrate on forcing
Christian to run to the ball, side to side and front to back.  Christian won
the first 2 games before starting to slow down from the leg weights.
Patrick proceeded to run his older brother into the ground for 3 games
before Christian took up the same strategy.  This was what Todd and I wanted
to see: 2 beautifullly-built young men chasing a tennis ball all over the
court dragging a string of balls from their own balls.  It was wonderful
theater, and continued for almost 2 hours.  When Patrick won his fifth set,
there was no room left on his cord to string another ball, so the match was
over.  Christian smiled slyly at the new he had earned another 50 punches.

To relieve both men from the fierce Arizona heat, we sent them to the pool
for the last event before the gut punching finale.  Todd had come up with an
alternative to the pool-edge situps I'd had Christian do before.  Using
Christian to demonstrate, Todd took off his shorts, straddled Christian's
ankles and sat on the edge of the pool with his legs dangling in the water
to either side of Christian.  Only Christian's lower legs were on the
ground; the rest of his body was in the pool with his back to the wall.  The
task for Christian was to sit up out of the water and kiss Todd's penis,
then lie back into the water and repeat the situp and kiss.  Todd wanted
this to continue until he shot his load, and Christian seemed eager to
please.  Patrick looked at me with a huge grin and asked if I was easily
aroused.  As he and I got into position, I told him I was easily aroused but
very slow to cum.  He told me he'd try to make me cum earlier than usual.
As both boys bobbed up out of the water, Todd and I leaned back on our arms
and enjoyed the service we were getting.  True to his word, Patrick got me
very hard very quickly by adding a slight tongue lap and suck with each
situp.  After about 40 reps, both boys began taking our heads into their
mouths; both Todd and I were sure we wouldn't last to the 100th rep.  Todd
let out a loud groan and filled Christian's mouth with cum on the 80th rep.
I gave Patrick my load 3 reps later, and he continued to suck me dry for
several more minutes.  Todd and I both rolled into the pool and floated on
our backs for several minutes to complete the enjoyment.

As we climbed out of the pool, Christian eagerly asked how we would set up
the gut punching.  After discussing some other options, we finally decided
to tie the brothers back-to-back.  First we tied Christian's left ankle to
the outside of Patrick's right ankle; then we tied Patrick's left ankle to
the outside of Christian's right ankle.  Then Todd tied Christian's right
wrist to Patrick's right wrist behind their backs, while I did the same to
their left wrists.  Then we put a soccer ball between their backs and
ordered them to hold it there until we were finished.  This forced the boys
to hold their arms high to keep the weight of their hands off the ball.
Both boys' cocks suddenly came to attention, as Todd and I stripped out of
our shorts, put on boxing gloves, and got into position.  Before we threw
our first punches, I announced the final score: Christian had to endure 300
punches; Patrick had 250 punches coming.

I started on the middle of Patrick's exposed midsection, just above his
navel.  After about 40 punches, Patrick started groaning with each punch.  I
shifted my focus to his lower belly, occasionally brushing his throbbing,
hard penis with my gloves.  After another 10 punches, it looked like Patrick
was ready to cum, and I stopped punching.  I took off my gloves and wrapped
a string tightly around Patrick's cock, just behind the head.  I told him
that he wouldn't cum until I was ready for him to cum.  Todd stopped and
watched what I had done. He grabbed the ball of string and similarly tied
off Christian's cock head.  The boys were squirming and struggling to keep
the soccer ball pressed between their sweaty backs. Before putting the
gloves back on, we both pinched, pulled, and twisted the boys' nipples.  I
thought Patrick was going to blow his load out the side of his cock.  It was
throbbing and bobbing, and Patrick moaned in utter agony.  By this time,
Christian was also throbbing.  Resuming the punching without the gloves, I
could feel Patrick's softened abdominal wall of muscle give with each punch.
I got a little harder with each punch because of the feeling of his abdomen
wrapping around my naked fist with each punch.  I wanted Todd to experience
the sensation, so we switched positions.  After 3 punches, I could see Todd
was immersed in the feeling, and he started holding his punches in Patrick's
gut for a couple of seconds.  Christian's abs were still rock hard and
didn't give a bit with my punches.

Suddenly the soccer ball popped out from between the two boys.  Todd looked
at me, asking with his eyes what to do.  I told the boys they had to get the
ball and get it back between their backs any way they could.  Patrick was so
obssessed with his aching cock that he couldn't think; Christian had to talk
Patrick through the process of sitting next to the ball and leaning over on
their sides to capture the ball between their backs.  It took several tries,
because the ball kept slipping out from between their sweaty backs.  Once
they had recaptured the ball, they carefully sat back up and, pressing the
ball between them, rose to their feet.

With the soccer ball firmly between the boys, Todd and I resumed the
punching countdown.  I was pounding Christian's abs 4 times for every punch
Todd threw into Patrick's softened belly.  I sensed that it would still take
several minutes to finally break through Christian's muscular defense.  Todd
stopped punching Patrick, and they began duelling with their pricks.
Christian's cock was throbbing so hard it seemed to dance, as I punched his
lower abs.  Slowly, Christian's abs began to give a little with each of my
heavy punches.  Patrick was begging for us to untie his cock so his cum
could shoot out in what would certainly be an explosion.  Todd told me that
he could tell that Christian was also ready to shoot his load, so we untied
the boys' cocks.  As soon as the cord came off Patrick's cock, his cum
exploded into my face and chest.  Todd started laughing and started to untie
Christian's penis.  In like fashion, Christian painted Todd with a huge
white load.  We quickly untied the boys so they could reclaim their juice
with their tongues and again drain Todd and me of our cum.