Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 22:36:40 -0600
From: slavewriter <slavewriter@iamit.com>
Subject: Office Slave: Part One

   Larry turned the crank which slowly raised the basketball backboard. Johns
arms rose with the backboard, the leather bounds lifting them. Soon John
was on his toes, trying to keep his full weight off his arms.  Larry gave
the crank one more partial  turn and stopped. John let out an audible grunt
as more of his weight became suspended.
   "Shut up asshole!" Larry punctuated himself delivering a quick kidney
shot to Johns side.
   The rush of pain showed in Johns face but he did not make a sound.
   "I said shut up asshole"
   "Sir, Yes sir"
   John was 26, blond, GQ body, well groomed, okay face, a sharp dresser,
and a friendly enough person. Yet there was something about him.  Mike and
I both disliked him. Maybe it was that we knew he was one of Larry's boys
(as Mike and I are) and that soon enough we would see Larry abuse the shit
out of him. But beyond that there was awkward cockiness about him. Knowing
that he was a slave didn't seem to cause him any genuine humility.  Mike
and I both disliked him from the day he started working with us.  His
attitude really turned us off, as weird as it may sound it was as if he
thought of himself was a better slave than us.
   "That's better faggot. Give me a set of chin ups."
   "Sir, Yes Sir.   Sir one Sir.   Sir two Sir. ....... Sir ten Sir."  John
did the chin ups without a problem, a slight sweat broke on his chest
evident through his dark blue shirt. John was still dressed in business
attire; navy suit pants, blue shirt and gold-yellow pattern tie.  His suit
jacket was on the back of a folding chair on the side line of the basket
ball court. As he did his chin up Johns upper body muscles worked, pulling
and stretching his shirt. I dared to glance over quickly at Mike and
noticed that his cock was bulging against his dress slacks as was mine.
    While John did the chin ups Larry walked around him like a new owner
might walk around a race horse, when the chin ups were complete he caught a
smirk on Johns face.
    'ALRIGHT' I thought, 'Now this faggot is going to get the shit kicked
out of it'. I could see the flash of anger in Larrys face, but instead of
punishing the punk he turned and looked at Mike. Mike lowered his face so
as to avoid locking eyes with Larry.  'How did you like this faggots chin
ups Mr. Kelly?'
    Mike hesitated for a second. Trying to guess what Larry wanted to hear
then answered in a calm flat voice: "SIR, the faggots chin ups were too
slow and the faggot mumbles when it counts. Other than that the faggot
performed well SIR."
   Now Larry turned on the new man and with his usual demeanor- he was at
optimum striking distance and cranked two upper cuts into Johns unprepared
midsection Johns  body curled and a deep grunt of pain emerged from him.
Larry grabbed Johns Pecs and clawed deeply as his knee rose against John
balls-
   "I think we got an arrogant cock sucking faggot who thinks he can take
whatever I dish out. Isn't that right John-boy."
   "Serrrr" Larry dug into John pecs and lifted his knee preventing a
response. I had been waiting all week for this and now that it was
happening I almost couldn't stand to watch it. At the same time I couldn't
look away. Johns face contorted as Larry applied the pressure. A stream of
verbal abuses and series of gut punches left the new slave panting. His
reddened face tried to conceal the pain, his chest and upper body heaved,
his tie  pulsed with every pain driven gulp.

   When his breathing was almost back to normal Larry ordered him to redo
the set of chin ups, this time to 'Mr. Kelly's' satisfaction. Larry
explained to the new recruit that he needed Mike's permission for a chin up
to count and that if any chin up was not acceptable to 'Mr. Kelly' then the
count would start over. When Larry wasn't looking John-boy stole a look at
Mike, it was that same defiant stare, that arrogant look as if he was in
control. Mike was Larry's first slave but that made him no better than
anybody else. Larry was just playing him against John-boy. John was new and
would soon learn that when Larry gave one of his slaves permission to 'top'
another it was just a way to further humiliate and abuse a slave. The 'Mr.
Kelly' routine was for Johns benefit and Mike and I knew it. In the three
years that I belonged to Larry I was allowed to 'Top' Mike only once - a
punishment to Mike for not showing up for a session. Mike on the other hand
had topped me several times and next to Larry was the strictest master I
had ever served.

  Larry had retrieved a 4" wide leather strap and was holding it behind his
back but in plain view.
  "Any chin up Mr. Kelly doesn't approve of will be repeated the hard way,
is that clear CUNT?"
  "SIR, yes Sir"
  Larry snapped the belt for effect and John's eyes widened as he gulped.
The look on his face told me that he knew what a strap like that felt like.
I knew that it wouldn't be long before he was reminded of the feeling and
my cock again raged against my slacks.

  John gripped the bar and bent his knees slightly. His shoulder muscled
bunched as he lifted himself to the halfway position.
  "Mr. Kelly Sir, permission to begin, Sir?" As he spoke the blood rushed
to his face and the veins and his neck bulged against his tight shirt
collar.
   Mike walked right up into his face, he was no more than 3 inches from
him when he bellowed as loud as he could- "SAY IT SO I CAN HEAR IT, CUNT".
   "MR. KELLY SIR, PERMISSION TO BEGIN SIR"
   "Begin faggot"
   With that the most grueling set of chin ups I have ever seen began.
John-boy completed 9 good chin ups, after each one he lowered his now
sweating body to the half way point and yelled as loudly as he could "MR.
KELLY SIR, WAS THIS FAGGOTS CHINUP ACCEPTABLE, SIR?"
  Each time Mike would just stare at him for a few moments and then
reluctantly  accept the pushup - but just barely. Sometimes there was a
comment like - ' That was a bit sloppy faggot, but I'll accept it"
  John would quickly respond, "MR. KELLY SIR, THANK YOU, SIR"  and then did
the next chin up.
   On the ninth chin up Mike waited an extra long while to reach his
verdict.  Johns damp body hung at the half way position while my cock was
equally damp but at full mast. The bulge in my pants was accented by the
cum spot now showing. My mind was torn between the site of John's beautiful
body and fear that Larry would punish me for having a hardon without
permission. A look of worry crossed Johns face as Mike continued to
hesitate.
   Mike walked around John, who held his position half way through his
tenth chin up. As he came around he stood slightly off to the side and I
admired the view. In the foreground was the back of Mike's body, his tight
suit trousers showed off his beautiful ass while his tailored shirt
accented his broad shoulders. He add rolled up his sleeves in anticipation
of  getting physical with John.  Behind Mike was John, hanging from the
frame work of the basketball hoop. Sweat was forming on his face and was
dampening his underarms. His long taut body  swung slightly and his face
had lost all its haughtiness. His smug expression was gone, replaced by
concern that Mike would reject his chin up and make him repeat the entire
set.

     Mike adjusted Johns tie, making it tighter.
     "I knew something was wrong. That's better isn't it, Faggot"
     "Sir, Yes Sir"  the words were strained by the tension on Johns neck,
his face had become visibly redder.
     "Hmmm.. " Mike replied as he again tightened the noose around John's
neck. Johns expression showed fear, Mike and I knew from experience that
the tie would loosen somewhat after a couple of chin ups, but John
obviously wasn't aware.
    "THAT'S A LOT BETTER ISN'T IT  FAGGOTT." Mike yelled.
    "SIR, YESSIR."  The loser yelled back.
    "DO you have what it takes ?"
    "SIR, YES SIR"
    " That last chin up sucked. Do the set over."
    "Sir, Yes Sir... Sir, One Sir..."
    This set of chin ups went almost as slow as the first. I timed how long
Mike made John hang between chin ups while Mike mulled over whether to
accept it or not. Mikes decisions took anywhere from 30 to 45 seconds. On
the ninth  chin up Mike seemed particularly worried about the quality of
Johns exercise. He left John hanging for over a minute, John s arms visibly
shook as they tried to keep his body elevated. Somehow John was able to
maintain the half-way position until Mike finally nodded indicating that
the chin up was acceptable.
     On the final chin up of the set Mike again took his sweet time. He
walked around John several times as John tried everything to relieve the
ache in his arms. Holding his body at the  half way position  while
shifting the weight from one are to another, or swaying slightly from side
to side. Pulling up a little and then lowering himself. Anything to relieve
the agony in his arms. Anything except giving in and letting go of the bar.

  Larry had been sitting off to the side and when he noticed that nothing
was happening he stood up. I noticed that he was aroused and quickly turned
back to looking at John and Mike - for fear of punishment.
   "Is there a problem Mr. Kelly" Larry asked, but did not move toward them.
   "Sir, the faggot has performed well." At that moment John smirked again
and Mike caught it. The poor fucker didn't realize.
    Mike continued "Sir, the new pussy is well built, he's gung ho and
wants to prove how much he can take." Mike was running his hand over Johns
trembling body. John was openly smiling and Mike was about to lower the
boom.
    "Sir, It would be a shame not to let this pansy ass cock sucking maggot
do another set just to show us what it's made of."
    Larry walked over to Mike and John. John tried to control his breathing
and shifted his weight a little bit to relieve his arms. Sweat dripped off
his face onto his shirt. Mike was standing only inches from John they were
face to face.
   Larry spoke " Well Mr Kelly, since you are so impressed with this new
piece of shit, let's leave it up to him."
    Mike got a little closer to John who was again panting: "What do you
say asshole, do you have what it takes to do another set the right way or
do you want to call it quits now."
    John looked at Mike and all the cockiness was gone. His mouth hung
slightly open, his long body hung sweating and panting. Still underneath
the man was far from broken. Again he adjusted himself on the bar and again
my cock twitched inside my pants.
    "MR. KELLY SIR, This pansy assed faggot would like to do a set of chin
ups ... THE RIGHT WAY, SIR" His words were steady as if a new source of
energy (his pride?) had been tapped.
   John began the set immediately. Mike gave approval to each chin up and
the set was completed in about a minute.  On the tenth chin up John came to
rest at the halfway point, his chest was heaving and his arms were starting
to tremble slightly. He gathered himself and asked the fateful question:
   "MR. KELLY SIR, WAS THIS FAGGOTS CHINUP ACCEPTABLE, SIR?"
   Mike replied, "Nicely done fag, now hold your position."
   Mike opened Johns fly and pulled out his pecker which was hard and
throbbing.
   "Were you given permission to get hard asshole?"
   "Mr. Kelly Sir, I couldn't help myself, Sir"
   Mike signaled for me to come over and I knew he wanted me to stroke John
off. Larry handed Mike the strap, Mike loosened his tie and rolled the
sleeves of his shirt up more. As I was stroking John Mike laid into him
with the strap.
   Johns body convulsed with pain, a pressure shock went through his penis
and he nearly shot his load. John let go of the bar and his body weight
yanked his arms up straight. Before he could recover Mike laid a second
stripe on his back causing John to fly forward, his head flung back and a
deep moan flowed out of his body.  I stopped stroking John as I wasn't sure
if he was still conscious. He was panting and heaving,  his body swayed
suspended from the bar. After a minute or two he began to stand up he
looked down at me and then over to where Mike was talking to Larry.  Mike
was handing the strap back to Larry. John gathered the strength to hoist
himself up on the chin up. He couldn't really lift himself, he just hung
there with his knees bent.

   "SIRS, PLEASE MAY THIS WORTHLESS FAGGOT BE PUNISHED MORE, SIRS"
   Mike looked at Larry and without a word went back to his position.
Slowly John gathered the strength needed to pull his weight up.  I spit in
my hand and stoked John furiously, twice the heavy belt came down on Johns
back nearly causing him to pass out. Each time his cock pulsed and each
time he would gather himself and pull himself up on the bar.
    After the third stripe John  couldn't raise himself, I stopped pumping
him long enough so that he could recover. As he gathered the strength
needed his panting subsided and a look of determination showed in his face.
His trembling arms could just barely lift his weight.  John's shirt was
drenched with sweat. His suit pants clung to his legs where the
perspiration wet them. As he lifted himself this last time I could feel his
blood pressure rise in his penis.  The 9" rod seemed to grow an inch as he
hauled his beaten body upward. I stroked him furiously as he paused with
his head above the chin up bar and as he lowered himself to the halfway
point.

   At the halfway point John hung for a few seconds as Mike wound up, ready
to give the punk his best stripe yet. But Larry stopped him. Larry also
signaled for me to stop. I immediately stopped stroking John and took my
place on the fowl line. Larry  stood face to face with the punk. The
faggots body swayed and the anguish in his face grew as he realized that
his arms wouldn't hold out much longer.

   "You want more asshole?"
   "Sir, if it pleases you Sir."
   " Mr. Kelly, let's double team this wimp."
   "Sir, yes Sir"
   Larry disengaged the straps that bound the losers arms to the bar.
   "Listen up cunt.  If you hold the position you're done for today, no
more bullshit. If you loose your grip then I'm giving you to Mr. Kelly and
Mr. Erickson for the weekend. They can do to you whatever they want.
Understood pussy?"
    "Sir, Yes SIR"
    "Any problem with that asshole?"
    "SIR, NO SIR"
    Larry signaled me and in a second my wet hand was on John's throbbing
cock. I pumped furiously and as his penis regained its hardness he seemed
to regain some stamina - his arms steadied and he actually lifted himself
higher. His panting became deeper and I knew he was about to cum.
    I moved away as Larry stepped up to the plate. Larry placed his leg
inside Johns leg and stroked the inside of Johns thighs with his leg.
    "Are you ready for this faggot?"
    "Sir, please beat the shit out of me, Sir"
    With that Larry signaled Mike who laid the strap into Johns back at the
exact moment that Larry's knee crushed the punks unsuspecting balls.
Instantly a deep moan filled the gymnasium and John fell to the floor and
balled into a fetal position.
    He continued to moan and roll from side to side for several minutes the
he came to rest with his back flat on the floor. His long body was spread
on the basketball court and his breathing was heavy but steady. In the
commotion he had ejaculated on himself, the dark stains from his juice went
up the side of his shirt, there was even some cum in his hair.
     When he had recovered he started to get up, Larry pushed him down to
his knees and he assumed a kneeling position.
       Larry face fucked him for about a minute before he shot into his
throat. The stupid freak gagged on the cum and Larry slapped him hard
across the face.
    "It's  yours until Monday, " Larry told us, " I want it back with a
better attitude."
     With that Larry left us. Mike forced the wimp to suck him off, I opted
instead to masturbate in his face.
      Mike slapped me on the back as my juice splattered  Johns face.
      "This is going to be a great weekend, " Mike said as he congratulated
me.
       Turning to John who was kneeling at attention Mike taunted, " Well
maybe not for you, huh, cum rag" referring to the fact that I was wiping
the cum off my dick with the faggots hair. In a way I wished I was kneeling
next to.
      "Sir, no Sir" John managed in the voice of a man who was still
clinging to some sense of self worth as his thick blond hair was absorbing
my cum.