Penaja Kelentong

BAHASA MELAYU

"Sekarang, acara yang kita tunggu-tunggu telah pun tiba", kata pengacara majlis dan disahut dengan sorakan para penonton yang hadir sebelum dia menyambung lagi, "Juara bagi pertandingan Perwira Bina Badan pada tahun ini adalaaaahhhhhh... Putra Pratamaaaaaaaaa". Sorakan kuat dari penonton memecah suasana di dalam dewan acara itu. "Dipersilakan Encik Putra untuk naik ke pentas", arah pengacara itu sebelum dia memanggil lagi, "Encik Putra? Di manakah dia? Encik Putra? Putra? Putraaaaaa?". Suara sorakan semakin pudar kedengaran diganti pula dengan namanya dipanggil beberapa kali sebelum akhirnya dia tersedar dari tidurnya pada pagi itu. "Aduhai, mimpi rupanya", bisik Putra sendiri lalu meregangkan tubuhnya dan duduk sekejap di atas katilnya. Kedengaran siulan-siulan burung dan kokokan ayam jantan di halaman rumahnya memecah kesunyian pagi itu. "Dah nak jam 8 pagi, kata ada pelanggan dah tempah jam 9:30pagi nanti", kata isterinya sebelum dia keluar dari bilik itu. Setelah itu, dia pun membersihkan dan mempersiapkan diri sebelum bergerak ke gimnasium. Putra yang sudah bergelar suami itu agak disenangi oleh jiran-jiran kampungnya dek kerana tingkah lakunya yang peramah dan baik hati, apatah lagi sangat-sangat disukai oleh beberapa para wanita tidak kira anak dara mahupun janda yang menghuni di kampung tersebut. Manakan tidak, wajahnya yang tampan dan berkulit sawo matang digandingkan pula dengan tubuh badannya yang sasa dan tegap menjadikannya makhluk yang sempurna di mata para wanita. Malah, hobinya yang suka bersenam telah menjadikannya salah seorang jurulatih bebas dalam bidang sukan bina badan. Ramai juga pelanggan-pelanggannya tidak kira dari kalangan lelaki dan juga wanita telah berlatih bersama-sama di bawah tunjuk ajarnya sehingga mereka juga berjaya mencapai impian mereka. Namun di sudut hatinya yang paling dalam, dia sangat-sangat teringin untuk menyertai acara bina badan seperti Mr. Championship dan Muscleman yang sering diadakan di dewan berdekatan dengan tempat tinggalnya setiap tahun. Walau bagaimanapun, ada satu masalah dan halangan yang merunsingkan fikirannya. Dia memerlukan tajaan dari luar dek kerana harga supplemen-supplemen protein, pemakananan diet yang berterusan dan juga yuran penyertaan yang agak mahal.

"Terima kasih, jurulatih. Penat sungguh senaman hari ini, memang lencun habis pakaian kita orang, hahaha", kata salah seorang pelanggannya seusai sahaja sesi senaman pada pagi itu tamat. "Hahaha, sama-sama. Kalau terus bersemangat macam ini lebih bagus, lagi cepat kamu semua capai sasaran nanti", balasnya sambil mengelap peluh di dahi. Setelah itu, mereka semua pun berjalan keluar dari pusat gimnasium itu, manakala Putra pula sedang meneguk air kosong di botol airnya bagi menghilangkan rasa dahaga. Apabila tubuhnya sudah kering dan bertenaga semula, Putra pun berjalan ke mesin senaman "shoulder press" berdekatan untuk memulakan rutin senamannya pada hari itu. Setelah hampir dua jam lebih tubuhnya bersenam, akhirnya dia pun duduk berehat sambil meregang-regangkan badannya menghilangkan rasa lenguh ototnya. "Hai, selamat sejahtera. Maaf saya mengganggu abang, boleh saya bercakap sedikit dengan abang?", sapa seseorang dalam lingkungan umur 30-an yang datang mendekatinya secara tiba-tiba. "Eh, boleh-boleh. Maaflah, saya baru selesai senam, agak basah sedikit badan ni", balasnya yang masih mengelap tubuhnya yang masih lencun dibasahi keringat. "Eh, tak apa, abang. Saya sebenarnya sedang mencari calon untuk kami taja dalam pertandingan bina badan Muscleman yang akan diadakan di sini nanti. Saya perasan yang abang adalah calon yang sesuai untuk kami taja berdasarkan tubuh badan abang yang sasa ini. Jika tidak keberatan, bolehkah abang menjadi wakil kami dalam pertandingan tersebut?", terangnya secara terperinci akan niatnya itu. Putra yang mendengarnya pun berasa agak terperanjat dan keterujaannya mulai menyelubungi hatinya sehingga terukir senyuman di bibirnya. Manakan tidak, impiannya yang dia pendam selama ini akhirnya bakal tercapai dengan peluang ini. Tanpa berfikir panjang, Putra pun terus bersetuju dengan tawaran dari orang itu. "Baguslah, Sabtu ini jam 3 petang saya akan ke sini lagi untuk kita teruskan perancangan kita", kata orang muda itu sebelum dia meminta izin pergi dan meninggalkan Putra di situ. Pada malamnya, dia tidak mampu melelapkan matanya dek kerana keterujaan yang dia rasai mengenai hal siang tadi.

Pejam celik pejam celik, hari Sabtu yang dinantikan telah pun tiba. Putra yang sudah bersiap dengan mengenakan baju "jersey" warna kelabu dan berseluar sukan hitam itu pun sudah tiba di gim berkenaan. "Eh, sunyi sepi gim petang ni", katanya pada penjaga kaunter pusat gimnasium tersebut. "Oh, sebab ada orang tempah satu gim untuk petang ni. Sebab itu tempat ini lengang sekarang", balas pekerja itu. Tidak lama setelah itu, kedengaran pintu depan gim dibuka dan seseorang yang dia agak kenali memasuki tempat itu. "Eh, abang. Awal sampai, maaf lambat, ada hal sedikit tadi", kata orang itu sebelum dia menyelesaikan sedikit urusan dengan di kaunter itu. "Baiklah, jom kita ke sana untuk bincang mengenai tajaan kami", ajaknya ke kerusi berdekatan. Setelah itu, wakil penaja itu pun menerangkan mengenai tajaan dengan lebih terperinci pada Putra. "Jadi, macam mana? Kalau abang bersetuju, kita boleh mulakan rakaman untuk dokumentasi mengenai perjalanan kegiatan senaman abang sehingga ke hari pertandingan nanti", kata orang itu sambil membeeikan dokumen perjanjian untuk ditandatangani oleh Putra. Lalu, dia pun mengangguk faham dan menurunkan tandatangannya setelah itu. "Okay, abang. Jom kita mulakan, abang buat senaman dada dahulu sambil saya rakam", kata orang itu lalu mengeluarkan telefon Iphone terbarunya. Pada awalnya, orang itu hanya merakam sahaja latihan dada "bench press" yang Putra lakukan pada waktu itu. Namun, tatkala Putra menggunakan mesin senaman "incline bench press", wakil penaja itu mulai menyentuh kedua-dua dada Putra yang bidang itu sehingga dia terperanjat lalu menghentikan senamannya. "Maaf, abang. Ini sudah ada dalam surat perjanjian itu tadi, saya hanya ikut arahan sahaja", kata orang itu yang terkedu melihat riak wajah Putra yang sedikit marah. Akhirnya, dia hanya mampu pasrah sahaja dengan arahan dari orang itu dan menyambung semula latihannya sambil dada, perut dan lengan berototnya itu dirabanya beberapa kali.

Baju, seluar, satu per satu pakaian dia disuruhnya buka sehingga dia hanya berseluar dalam "brief" berwarna putih yang sudah lencun dengan keringatnya dek kerana bahang panas dan latihan senaman dia itu. "Okay, abang. Kita rehat dulu 15 minit, nanti kita sambung lagi", kata orang itu sebelum keluar dari gim tersebut, manakala Putra pula meneguk air kosong bagi menghilangkan dahaga dan mengelap peluhnya yang bercucuran mengalir di tubuhnya. "Okay, abang. Sekarang untuk sesi seterusnya". kata orang itu sebelum meletakkan beg galas hitam di lantai dan mengeluarkan beberapa barang-barang yang tak pernah dilihatnya. "Okay, abang hulurkan tangan ke depan. Saya nak pasangkan benda ini", kata orang itu lagi lalu Putra pun membalasnya, "Eh, apa ni? Kenapa kena pakai benda ini semua?". "Ini sudah ada dalam perjanjian kita tadi, abang pun sudah bersetuju", kata orang itu sambil menunjukkan dokumen perjanjian itu. Putra hanya mampu menggaru kepalanya sahaja dengan syarat-syarat dalam perjanjian itu, perasaan menyesal mulai muncul di dalam hatinya namun dia tidak mampu berbuat apa-apa dan hanya pasrah menurutinya. Lalu, dia pun menghulurkan tangannya sebelum dipasang gari kulit padanya. Tidak dengan itu, lehernya juga dipasang rantai kulit yang disambungkan ke seutas rantai besi perak, manakala kakinya juga dipakainya gari yang sama. Dengan keadaannya sebegitu menambahkan lagi sukar untuk dia bersenam seperti biasa pada waktu itu. Namun demi impiannya itu, dia sanggup melakukan apa sahaja walaupun hal itu dibenci olehnya. Setelah itu, dia pun melakukan senaman dada lagi dan masih diraba-raba oleh orang itu sambil dirakam adegan-adegan itu. Kadang-kala, kedua-dua putingnya digentel-gentel dan bulu ketiaknya diusap-usap dengan agak lama. Dia yang tidak biasa diperlakukan sebegitu mulai terangsang dan terlihatlah bonjolan yang jelas disebalik seluar dalam dia itu. Dia cuba untuk bersikap tenang namun tidak terdaya, usapan orang itu semakin merangsang rasa sangapnya membuatkan kotenya semakin tegang di celah kangkang itu. Malah, semakin kuat terasa tangan-tangan orang itu meraba tubuhnya tanpa henti saat dia melakukan senaman.

Cuaca yang terang diluar tingkap gim itu semakin hilang sinarnya sehingga langit mulai berwarna kemerahan. Putra dan orang itu pun berhenti berehat untuk mengisi perut dan bersembahyang Maghrib yang sudah masuk waktunya. Terasa lenguh dan sengal-sengal di dadanya setelah penat bersenam sepanjang petang itu. Malah, gari pada kedua-dua tangan dan kakinya dan juga rantai kulit itu masih dipakainya lagi. Belum hilang rasa letihnya itu sewaktu dia sedang terbaring di bangku, orang itu pun datang semula ke gim tersebut untuk sesi mereka yang terakhir pada malam itu. "Okay, bang. Ni adalah sesi terakhir untuk video dokumentasi dan agak ekstrim juga ya", kata orang itu sambil mengeluarkan beberapa utas tali dan alatan-alatan lain lalu diletaknya ke atas lantai. "Ekstrim? Apa maksud bro?", balasnya yang semakin pelik dengan arahannya itu. Orang itu pun menghulurkan dokumen itu padanya sebelum dia menyambung semula kerjanya. Raut wajahnya bertambah pelik dan sedikit serius saat dokumen itu dibelek-beleknya sebelum dia berkata, "Betul ke semua ini saya perlu buat?". "Betul, abang. Semua ini memang syarat-syarat dari penaja yang perlu diikuti. Jikalau abang tolak, abang perlu bayar denda kerana melanggar perjanjian kita", balas orang itu dengan jelas. Terduduk Putra di situ setelah mengetahui sesi yang bakal dia lakukan nanti, terasa menyesal mempersetujui perjanjian tersebut tanpa melihat kandungan terperinci dokumen itu. Tanpa sedar, orang itu pun sudah selesai menyediakan peralatan-peralatan yang akan digunakan pada sesi ini. Lalu, Putra pun berdiri di atas bangku dan kedua-dua tangannya yang masih bergari itu dipasangkan dengan rantai besi yang telah dikunci pada besi melintang mesin "pull-up bar". Setelah itu, kedua-dua putingnya dicubit dan disepit dengan penyepit besi yang berantai dan bersambungan antara kedua-dua penyepit itu, membuatkan dirinya menjerit lemah sambil giginya diketap rapat menahan sakit. Tidak dengan itu, bangku yang sedang dia bediri di atasnya juga ditarik ke tepi sehingga Putra bergayut di besi itu, memperlihatkan ketiaknya yang berbulu halus. "Satu", kata Putra sambil melakukan senaman "pull-up" sebelum, 'pap', satu sebatan mengenai dadanya sehingga dia menjerit kesakitan dan hampir-hampir sahaja pegangannya terlepas dari batang besi itu. "Dua", sekali lagi dia melakukan senaman itu sebelum tubuhnya disebat lagi dan kali ini tepat mengenai perutnya. Nafasnya mulai laju menahan sakit yang sudah lama dia tidak rasai, kali terakhir disebat adalah ketika dia masih lagi dibangku sekolah oleh cikgu disiplin sekolah. "Tiga puluh" 'pap' "Arghhh, tiga puluh satu" 'pap' "Erghhh, sa... sakit. Urghhh, ti... tiga pu... puluh dua" 'pap', libasan demi libasan tali sebatan itu mengenai tubuhnya sehingga penuh kemerahan diselangi pula dengan suara kiraan dan jeritan Putra memecah kesunyian di gim tersebut pada waktu itu. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', dadanya disebat beberapa kali dengan kuat seiring dengan kiraan nombor dari Putra sehingga penyepit-penyepit itu tercabut dari putingnya. "To... tolong jangan sepit lagi, ak... aku tak tahan. Arghhh erghhh", rayunya dengan tubuh yang menggigil kesakitan namun hal itu tidak diendahkannya dan puting-putingnya disepit lagi, membuatkan tubuhnya yang tergantung itu meronta-ronta pedih. Sejurus selepas itu, 'pap' 'pap' 'pap', sebatan demi sebatan diteruskan lagi, malah orang itu melibas tubuh Putra berkali-kali dengan kuat saat Putra tidak mampu meneruskan senaman itu seketika. "Sedikit je lagi, abang. Tak lama, sekejap lagi kita akan rehat", ujar orang itu sambil tangannya tidak henti-henti menyebat dada, perut dan juga belakang badannya. Namun, Putra hanya kelihatan pasrah dengan nasibnya itu dan tergayut lemah di mesin itu kerana tiada kudrat untuk menruskannya, membuatkan orang itu terus-menerus menyeksa tubuhnya untuk beberapa minit.

Setelah Putra dilepaskan dari mesin dan direhatkan untuk beberapa minit, orang itu mulakan sesi seterusnya dengan merantai tangan Putra pada alat "barbell" yang disediakan sebelum, 'pap', menyebat bontot Putra dan mengarahkannya untuk berdiri sambil mengangkat dan menyandarkan "barbell" ke dadanya. "Untuk sesi ni, abang buat senaman "shoulder press" pula", kata orang itu yang sudah berdiri di hadapannya sambil menggenggam tali pinggang kulit, manakala telefon bimbitnya masih lagi merakam adegan-adegan pada malam itu. Putra menghela nafas kuat dan membetulkan kakinya agar lebih stabil sebelum mengangkat alat itu. "Satu", katanya saat alat itu berjaya diangkat ke atas lalu, 'pap' 'pap', dua sebatan dikenakan ke atas dadanya, membuatkan dirinya sedikit goyah berdiri menahan sakit. "Du... dua" 'pap' 'pap', angkatan kedua diselangi dengan libasan tali sebatan dan juga desahan Putra pula memenuhi ruang gim tersebut. Dek kerana dirinya yang sudah letih bersenam sejak dari tadi dan tubuhnya juga tidak henti-henti menerima seksaan itu membuatkannya hilang daya dan upaya untuk mengangkat "barbell" itu untuk kali yang ke-21, malah tangannya juga mulai menggigil lenguh. Melihat dia sebegitu, wakil penaja itu pun mulai melibas-libas tali sebatan itu pada tubuh Putra beberapa kali sehingga "barbell" yang dipegangnya tadi terhempas ke lantai dan dirinya pula jatuh berlutut di situ. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', belakang badan Putra disebat berkali-kali, membuatkan dia menjerit kesakitan dan tangannya cuba untuk melindungi belakang badan namun tidak terdaya kerana masih dirantai pada alatan senaman itu. "Arghhh erghhh, sakit. Tolong, tolong hentikan. Aku tak tahan, sakit sangat, arghhh erghhh", jerit Putra dengan tubuhnya meronta-ronta. "Cepat buat senaman, selagi abang tak buat, saya akan seksa tubuh abang", balas orang itu sebelum menyambung menyebat lengan dan belakang badannya lagi. Putra cuba menguatkan dirinya semula dan berdiri lalu mengangkat alat itu ke atas sambil menjerit, "Dua puluh duaaa". Pada angkatan yang ke-30 kali, orang itu sengaja melibas tali sebat tepat mengenai penyepit pada puting kirinya sehingga membuatkan Putra menjerit dan hampir-hampir melepaskan "barbell" itu ke lantai. "Erghhh, ti... tiga puluh sa... satuuu", kiraan Putra sebelum, 'pap', puting kanannya pula disebat kuat sehingga penyepit padanya terlambung jauh ke lantai, malah kakinya juga mulai goyah menggigil menahan sakit dan penatnya pada waktu itu. "Okay, sekarang rehat dulu lima minit. Abang buka kasut abang sekali, saya nak guna", kata orang itu dan Putra pun hanya menurut sahaja kehendaknya lalu kasutnya itu dibuka dan diambil orang itu sambil membuka ikatan tali kasutnya. Lima minit telah berlalu, dengan nafasnya yang masih laju Putra menggagahkan dirinya untuk berdiri semula sebelum tangannya diikat pula pada mesin "pull-up" semula dan kedua-dua putingnya disepit lagi dan kali ini kasut-kasutnya diikat pada penyepit itu sebagai pemberat sehingga puting-putingnya tertarik ke bawah. "Arghhh erghhh, sakit. Tolong, sakit. Aku tak tahan, puting aku sakit. Arghhh", jeritnya merayu menahan sakit pada putingnya yang tertarik oleh kasut itu, namun tidak diendahkan orang itu, malah dia juga sengaja menarik kasut itu ke bawah beberapa kali. Setelah itu, Putra diarahkan untuk melakukan senaman terakhir iaitu senaman "leg raise". "Satu" 'pap', seperti biasa setiap kali dia selesai melakukan senaman itu, setiap kali itu jugalah tubuhnya disebat dan dipukul. Semakin lama Putra melakukan senaman itu, semakin kuat dada, perut dan juga kakinya diseksa dan disakiti. "Li... ma puluh sa... satu" 'pappp' "Erghhh, sa... sakit", jerit Putra yang tidak mampu lagi menahan rasa terseksanya dan dia hanya tergantung tercungap-cungap sahaja di situ. Melihat dia sebegitu, orang itu pun mulai melibas-libas tali sebatan itu ke dada dan perut Putra sehingga dirinya meronta-ronta kesakitan, malah penyepit-penyepit itu pun tercabut saat tali sebat itu sengaja dilibas pada putingnya. "Arghhh, tolong, tolong, aku tak tahan. Sakit sangat, tolong berhenti. Erghhh arghhh arghhh", rayu Putra berkali-kali sambil tubuhnya cuba mengelak sebatan tali itu namun tidak diendahkannya lagi, malah semakin kuat tubuhya diseksa dengan sebatan dan tumbukan pada perutnya.

Tepat jam 11:30 malam setelah seharian tubuh Putra dipaksa senam dan diseksa tanpa belas kasihan, akhirnya sesi pada malam itu pun melabuhkan tirainya. Tali sebatan diletakkan semula di dalam beg hitamnya sebelum orang itu mulai meraba-raba dan mengurut-urut dada, otot lengannya, ketiak, perut, belakang badan dan juga pahanya yang sudah pun dipenuhi kemerahan dan lebam yang sesikit membiru selain kedua-dua putingnya digentel-gentel dan dicubit lembut sehingga membonjol timbul ke depan. Setelah itu, rakaman video itu pun dimatikan, ikatan pada tubuh Putra juga dilepaskan sebelum dia dibaringkan ke atas bangku berdekatan. Minyak dititiskan ke tangan lalu orang itu pun mulai melumurkan minyak itu ke atas tubuh Putra dan mulai mengurut-urut lagi tubuhny bagi melegakan rasa pedih luka sebatan dan sengal-sengal pada ototnya selama hampir setengah jam. "Bro, sudah nak pukul 12 malam, saya nak tutup gim ni", kata penjaga kaunter yang masuk semula ke sana. Lalu, orang itu pun mulai mengemas peralatan, manakala Putra pula memakai semula pakaiannya sebelum mereka bergerak keluar dari gim tersebut. "Baiklah, abang. Sesi dokumentari kita sudah pun berakhir, ini ada wang pendahuluan dari pihak penaja untuk malam ini", kata wakil penaja itu sambil menghulurkan sampul putih padanya di kaki lima. Beberapa helai wang berwarna hijau gelap kelihatan saat Putra membuka sampul tersebut sebelum orang itu berlalu pergi. Dua minggu telah pun berlalu sejak sesi rakaman senamannya malam itu, namun dia masih lagi tidak mendengar khabar berita terkini dari pihak penajanya, malah beberapa kali dia cuba menghubungi mereka namun gagal. Lalu, Putra mencampak lembut telefonnya ke meja sebelum dia membaringkan badannya sambil meletakkan tangan kanannya ke atas muka sehingga memperlihatkan ketiaknya yang berbulu halus dan beberapa kesan sebatan yang semakin sembuh. "Mampus, mampus aku. Memang jelas aku kena tipu, bodohnya aku", bisiknya lemah lalu kelihatan air matanya mulai bergelinangan dan mengalir sedikit ke pipinya memikirkan kebodohannya itu.

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"Now, the one that we've been waiting for has finally here", said the host of the ceremony and was greeted with cheers from the audience before he continued, "The champion of this year's Bodybuilding Champion competition isssssssssssss... Putra Pratamaaaaaaaaa". Loud cheers from the audience broke the atmosphere in the event hall. "Mr. Putra, please come on stage", directed the host before he called again, "Mr. Putra? Where is he? Mr. Putra? Putra? Putraaaaa?". The sound of cheering faded away and was replaced by his name being called several times before he finally woke up from his sleep that morning. "Oh my, it is just a dream", whispered Putra himself and then stretched his body and sat for a while on his bed. The sound of birds chirping and roosters crowing in his yard broke the morning silence. "Do not you have to be at 8 in this morning, you said there is a customer who has booked for 9:30 in the morning", said his wife before she left the room. After that, he cleaned and prepared himself before going to the gym. He, who is a husband is quite liked by the neighbors of his village because of his friendly and kind-hearted behavior, not to mention very much liked by some of the women, whether virgins or widows, who live in the village. Either way, his handsome face and tanned skin coupled with his fit and strong body make him a perfect being in the eyes of women. In fact, his hobby of exercising has made him one of the independent trainers. Many of his clients, both men and women, have trained together under his guidance until they have also succeeded in achieving their dreams. But in the deepest corner of his heart, he really wanted to participate in a bodybuilding event like Mr. Championship and Muscleman which are often held in the hall near where he lives every year. However, there is one problem and obstacle that worries his mind. He needs sponsorship due to the price of protein supplements, constant dieting and also the relatively expensive entry fee.

"Thank you, trainer. It's really tiring today's workout, our clothes are really wet, hahaha", said one of his clients after the exercise session that morning ended. "Hahaha, everyone. If you continue to be enthusiastic like this, it's better, the sooner you all reach your goal", he replied while wiping the sweat on his forehead. After that, they all walked out of the gymnasium center, while Putra was sipping water from his water bottle to quench his thirst. When his body was dry and energized again, Putra walked to the "shoulder press" exercise machine to start his exercise routine for the day. After nearly two hours of exercise, he finally sat down to rest while stretching his body to get rid of his sore muscles. "Hi, how are you? Sorry for bothering you, can I talk to you for a bit?", greeted someone in his 30s who approached him suddenly. "Oh, yee you can. I'm sorry, I just finished exercising, my body is a little wet", he replied, still wiping his body, which was still wet with sweat. "Eh, it's okay, bro. I'm actually looking for a candidate for us to sponsor in the Muscleman bodybuilding competition that will be held here soon. I noticed that you are a suitable candidate for us to sponsor based on your current body. If you don't mind , can you be our representative in the competition?", he explained in detail his intention. He who heard it felt a bit surprised and his excitement began to fill his heart until a smile appeared on his lips. Either way, his dream that he has been harboring all this time will finally come true with this opportunity. Without thinking, Putra immediately agreed to the offer from that person. "Good, this Saturday at 3pm I will be here again so we can continue our plans", said the young man before he asked permission to leave and left Putra there. At night, he couldn't sleep because of the excitement he felt about that day.

Without even he realized, the awaited Saturday has arrived. He had prepared wearing a gray "jersey" shirt and black sports pants had already arrived at the gym. "Eh, it's quiet in the gym this afternoon", he said to the cashier keeper of the gymnasium. "Oh, because someone booked a gym for this evening. That's why this place is empty now", replied the employee. Not long after, he heard the front door of the gym open and someone he somewhat recognized entered the place. "Hey, bro. You already here, sorry for being late, there was a small problem just now", said the person before he finished a little business with the cashier. "Alright, let's go over there to talk about our sponsorship", he invited to a nearby chair. After that, the sponsor's representative explained the sponsorship in more detail to Putra. "So, how about it? If you agree, we can start recording for documentation about the journey of your exercise activities until the day of the competition", said the person while handing out the agreement document for Putra to sign. Then, he nodded in understanding and signed his signature after that. "Okay, bro. Let's start, bro do chest exercise first while I record", said the person and took out his latest iPhone. At first, the person only recorded the "bench press" chest exercise that Putra was doing at that time. However, when Putra used the "incline bench press" exercise machine, the sponsor's representative started touching both of Putra's muscular chests until he was shocked and stopped his exercise. "Sorry, bro. This was already in the agreement letter earlier, I just followed the instructions", said the person who was shocked to see Putra's slightly angry expression. In the end, he could only give in to the person's instructions and resume his training as that person felt his muscular chest, stomach and arms several times.

He told him to take off his shirt, pants, one by one until he was only wearing white brief that were already stained with sweat from the heat and his exercise. "Okay, bro. We'll rest for 15 minutes, then we'll continue again", said the person before leaving the gym, while Putra drank his cool water to quench his thirst and wiped the sweat that was pouring down his body. "Okay bro. Now for the next session". said the person before placing the black backpack on the floor and pulling out some items he had never seen before. "Okay, bro, put your hand forward. I want to put on this thing", said the person again and Putra replied, "Uh, what is this? Why do I have to wear this thing?". "This is already in our agreement, you has already agreed", said the person while showing the agreement document. Putra was only able to scratch his head with the terms of the agreement, a feeling of regret began to appear in his heart but he was unable to do anything and just surrendered to it. Then, he held out his hand before the leather handcuffs were attached to him. Not only that, his neck was also attached to a leather chain connected to a silver iron chain, while his legs were also wearing the handcuffs. With such a condition, it was even more difficult for him to exercise as usual at that time. But for the sake of his dream, he is willing to do anything even if it is hated by him. After that, he did chest exercises again and was still groped by the person while the scenes were being recorded. Sometimes, both of his nipples are caressed and his armpit hair is stroked for quite some time. He who was not used to being treated like that started to get aroused and a clear bulge could be seen behind his underwear. He tried to be calm but couldn't help it, the person's caress stimulated his feelings more and more, making his cock tighten in the crotch. In fact, it felt even more harder as the person's hands touched his body non-stop when he did the exercise.

The bright weather outside the gym's window was losing its shine until the sky began to turn reddish. Putra and that person also stopped to rest to fill their stomachs and pray Maghrib, which had come. He felt sluggish and aching in his chest after exercising all afternoon. In fact, he still wears the handcuffs on both his hands and feet and the leather chain. Not yet exhausted as he lay on the bench, the person came back to the gym for their last session of the night. "Okay, bro. This is the last session for the documentation video and it's quite extreme too", said the person as he took out some ropes and other tools and placed them on the floor. "Extreme? What do you mean bro?", he replied which was getting weirder with his instructions. The person handed him the document before he resumed his work. His expression grew strange and slightly serious as he rummaged through the document before he said, "Do I really have to do all this?". "That's right, bro. All these are conditions from the sponsor that must be followed. If you refuse, you will have to pay a fine for violating our agreement", the person answered clearly. Putra sat there after knowing the session he was going to do later, regretting agreeing to the agreement without seeing the detailed content of the document. Unknowingly, that person has already finished preparing the equipment that will be used in this session. Then, Putra stood on the bench and both of his hands, which were still handcuffed, were attached to an iron chain that had been locked on the horizontal iron of the "pull-up bar" machine. After that, both of his nipples were pinched and clamped with iron clamps that were chained and connected between the clamps, making him cry out weakly as his teeth were clenched in pain. Not with that, the bench he was standing on was also pulled aside so that Putra clung to the metal, exposing his hairy armpits. "One", said Putra while doing a "pull-up" exercise before, 'pap', a blow hit his chest so that he screamed in pain and almost lost his grip on the iron rod. "Two", again he did the exercise before his body was whipped again and this time right on his stomach. His breathing began to speed up to hold back the pain he hadn't felt in a long time, the last time he was whipped was when he was still being benched at school by the school discipline teacher. "Thirty" 'pap' "Arghhh, thirty-one" 'pap' "Erghhh, it... it is hurt. Urghhh, th... thirt.. thirty-two" 'pap', stroke after stroke of the whip on his body until it was full of redness interspersed with the sound of counting and Putra's screams breaking the silence in the gym at that time. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', his chest was whipped several times hard along with the count of numbers from Putra until the clamps were pulled from his nipples. "Pl... please don't pinch me anymore, bro... I can't take it. Arghhh erghhh", he pleaded with a body that was shaking in pain but that guy just ignored it and his nipples were pinched again, making his hanging body thrash painfully. Right after that, 'pap' 'pap' 'pap', lash after lash continued again, even the person punches Putra's body many times strongly when Putra was unable to continue the exercise for a moment. "Just a little more, bro. After that,  we will rest for a while", said the person while his hands were non-stop whipping his chest, stomach and also the back of his body. However, Putra just seemed resigned to his fate and clung weakly to the machine because he had no strength to continue it, making the person continue to torture his body for several minutes.

After Putra was released from the machine and rested for a few minutes, the person began the next session by chaining Putra's hands to the "barbell" provided before, 'pap', whipping Putra's bum and ordering him to stand up while lifting and resting the "barbell" on his chest. "For this session, you do the "shoulder press" exercise as well", said the person who was already standing in front of him holding a leather belt, while his mobile phone was still recording the scenes of the night. Putra sighed heavily and straightened his legs for more stability before lifting the tool. "One", he said when the tool was successfully lifted up and then, 'pap' 'pap', two strokes were applied to his chest, making him slightly unsteady standing up in pain. "Tw... two" 'pap' 'pap', the second lift was interspersed with the lashing of the lashing rope and also Putra's sighs filled the gym. It was because he was tired from exercising since earlier and his body was also constantly receiving the torture, which made him lose the strength and ability to lift the "barbell" for the 21st time, and even his hands also started shaking. Seeing him like that, the representative of the sponsor began to swing the whipping rope on Putra's body several times until the "barbell" he was holding crashed to the floor and he fell to his knees there. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', the back of Putra's body was whipped many times, making him scream in pain and his hands tried to protect his back but were helpless because he was still chained to the exercise equipment. "Arghhh erghhh, it hurts. Please, please stop. I can't take it, it hurts so much, arghhh erghhh", screamed Putra with his body thrashing. "Hurry up and do the exercise, as long as you don't do it, I will torture your body", replied the person before continuing to whip his arms and back again. Putra tried to strengthen himself again and stood up and lifted the tool up while shouting, "Twenty two". On the 30th round, the person deliberately flicked the whipping rope right on the clamp on his left nipple, making Putra scream and almost drop the "barbell" to the floor. "Erghhh, thi... thirty on... oneee", Putra counted before, 'pap', his right nipple was whipped so hard that the clamp on it were thrown far to the floor, and even his legs also began to shake to hold back the pain and fatigue at that time . "Okay, now take a break for five minutes. Bro, open your shoes once, I want to use them", said the person and Putra just obeyed his wishes and his shoes were opened and taken by the person while untying his shoelaces. Five minutes have passed, with his breathing still fast Putra managed to stand up again before his hands were tied to the "pull-up" machine again and both nipples were clamped again and this time his shoes were tied to the clamps as a weight until his nipples pulled down. "Arghhh erghhh, it hurts. Please, it hurts. I can't take it, my nipples hurt. Arghhh", he screamed begging to hold back the pain in his nipples that were pulled by the shoe, but the person ignored him, and even deliberately pulled the shoe down several times. After that, Putra was instructed to do the last exercise which was the "leg raise" exercise. "One" 'pap', as usual every time he finished doing the exercise, every time his body was whipped and beaten. The longer Putra did the exercise, the harder his chest, stomach and legs were tortured and hurt. "Fif... fifty on... oneee" 'pappp' "Erghhh, it... it is hurt", shouted Putra who could no longer hold back his torment and he just hung there panting. Seeing him like that, the person began to swing the whipping rope on Putra's chest and stomach until he was writhing in pain, and even the clamps were pulled out when the whipping rope was deliberately hit on his nipples. "Arghhh, please, please, I can't take it. It hurts so much, please stop. Erghhh arghhh arghhh", pleaded Putra many times as his body tried to avoid the whipping of the rope but he ignored it, and even more violently his body was tortured with whips and punches on his stomach .

Precisely at 11:30 pm after a full day of Putra's body being forced to exercise and tortured mercilessly, the session that night finally done. The lashing strap was placed back in his black bag before the person began groping and massaging Putra's chest, arm muscles, armpits, stomach, back and even his thighs which were already filled with redness and bruises that were slightly blue besides the both of his nipples being pinched gently pinched until it bulges forward. After that, the video recording was turned off, the ties on Putra's body were also released before he was laid on a nearby bench. Oil was dripped into the hand and the person began to smear the oil on Putra's body and began to massage his body again to relieve the pain of the whiplash and the tingling in his muscles for almost half an hour. "Bro, it's almost 12pm, I want to close this gym", said the cashier who came back in there. Then, the person started packing the equipment, while Putra put his clothes back on before they moved out of the gym. "Alright bro. Our documentary session is over, here's an advance from the sponsor for tonight", said the sponsor's representative handing him a white envelope on the sidewalk. Several dark green bills were visible when Putra opened the envelope before the man walked away. Two weeks have passed since his workout recording session on that night, but he still hasn't heard the news from his sponsor, even though he tried to contact them several times but failed. Then, Putra gently tossed his phone on the table before he laid down while placing his right hand on his face to reveal his hairy armpits and some scars that were healing. "Fuck me, I am dead. It's clear that I've been tricked, I'm a fool", he whispered weakly and tears began to form and flow down his cheeks thinking about his stupidity.

-The End-

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