The Neighbours' Son (Part 1)

Max

Lachlan

    It was not easy for Lachlan Jones growing up. His parents had always been close to the Beckers who lived next doors. They would often visit each other for all sorts of special occasions from Thanksgiving to Halloween, or from Christmas to New Year’s. As the only child of both their families, Lachlan and Max Becker would spend most of these occasions together while their parents discussed adult topics like politics or the economy.

    This arrangement was entirely the problem for Lachlan. It wasn’t that he disliked talking to Max, but he found that every topic of conversation with the Beckers’ hunky son laden with adult overtones, even if they were normal banter between bros. The boys would naturally discuss topics like sports or girls during their conversations at the family get-togethers. Max, being three years older than Lachlan, had much more life experience. Max would talk about his achievements in various high school football games as a senior while Lachlan was still a freshman. Max would divulge his juicy senior secrets, sharing with Lachlan the details about his sexual conquests with some of the hottest girls in school. Worst of all for Lachlan, Max would always tease Lachlan for his smaller muscles, telling Lachlan that if he wanted to get the girls and become a grade A stud in high school like him, he would have to start working on his muscles.

   “Dude, I’m telling you. All you gotta do to get chicks to sleep with you is get bigger muscles. Seriously, dude, when I was a freshman like you, my muscles were way more developed than yours,” Max would often tell Lachlan while they were sitting on a couch while drinking a can of beer. Lachlan, who was too young to drink legally and whose parents forbade him from drinking, would feel emasculated by his older, more muscular neighbour who was practically the embodiment of masculinity for someone of Lachlan’s age and size.

    Without warning, Max would start probing Lachlan’s weaker muscles, starting with his chest and moving down to his abs before ending by squeezing the younger male’s biceps. Max and Lachlan were relatively the same height, being 1.80m and 1.73m respectively, but Max’s muscles were undeniably stronger than Lachlan’s. Lachlan was used to this by now – their conversation always turned to Max’s superior muscles, which led to Max peacocking and showing off his well-built body to Lachlan.

    “Stop it, man…stop…you know I don’t like it when you touch my muscles like this,” Lachlan would weakly retort only after Max had finished feeling his diminutive muscles.

    Max replied: “Hahaha what muscles brooooo? You don’t like me touching you precisely because you don’t have muscles, little man. I’ve got plenty of muscles and I don’t mind when people touch me. Come on, bro, see what a real man’s body feels like.”

Breaking Eddie Down

This short gut punch story was written by one of my friends. I have not been posting much recently but hope I can write more gut punch stories soon. If any of you have gut punch stories you want to send to be uploaded to this site, let me know. Enjoy!

Eddie

Eddie was known as the toughest guy in school. At 18 years old, he had a rock hard body that could withstand any punch. He walked around the halls with his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his chiseled abs and chest. Everyone was in awe of his strength and invincibility.

One day, as Eddie was walking to his next class, someone attempted a flying kick to his chest. But Eddie just braced himself and the person who kicked him ended up falling backward. The other students were amazed at Eddie's ability to withstand such a powerful kick.

But little did they know, this was just the beginning of a secret challenge that was designed to weaken Eddie. His enemies had noticed that he always left his solar plexus exposed and they believed it to be his weak spot. So they started encouraging other students to do daily challenges that involved hitting Eddie's solar plexus.

The Basketball Captain and The Freshman

19-year-old freshman Timothy

21-year-old basketball captain Dylan

They met at an off-campus basketball court at 8pm like they had agreed earlier during practice.

The lights were dim. Some of the lightbulbs on the lampposts outside the court were flickering as the town council had not looked into replacing them. The veil of night, along with the intermittent flashes of darkness, added a rugged feeling to the court. 

19-year-old Timothy had only joined the basketball team his first semester in college but was eager to join the varsity team. He played forward in his high school basketball team and was always regarded as a straight shooter, but college basketball was a different monster altogether. Although he was athletic and had put in the hours training for a better performance on the court, he always felt like he was pulling up short against the other players in his team who just seemed to be more gifted.

His dip in performance affected his self-esteem. Timothy felt good back when he was playing basketball in high school because he was seen as a good player and added value to the team. In his new environment, there were times when he would be told just be a benchwarmer. He would only be in the starting line-up sometimes whenever the coach had a good feeling about him, which was not often.

He was used to the attention that he got for being a player on the basketball team. Granted, he wasn’t the best nor the most handsome in his team, but it was high school, which meant that there was no shortage of admirers for anyone in the school basketball team – even the benchwarmers.

Without this attention, Timothy began second-guessing himself and started scrutinising his own physical appearance. He was by no means unattractive, but every minor flaw of his athletic body became impossible for Timothy the Benchwarmer to bear. 

Horacio Gutierrez Jr's Muscle Challenge (Part 1)

Author's Note: 

        The last time I posted was in July 2021. That was almost two years ago! I hope some of you guys are still around. I have many thoughts and ideas for new stories but the process of writing is arduous. Sometimes, I also question if writing fetish erotica is an outdated/obsolete way of expressing these fetishes especially since there are so many videos of gutpunching available online. As with other forms of content, it would seem that the written media of erotica is being phased out for the quicker delivery of sexual arousal and pleasure that visual media offers.

        Perhaps I am part of that species approaching extinction which would sometimes enjoy the sensuality and detail of written erotica that videos are sometimes unable to provide. For example, I find the inner thoughts of hot muscled jocks as they realise their muscles are weakening and failing them particularly arousing to read. Erotica provides a keen sense of humiliation and access to the interiority of the ailing jock as he gets pounded which the visual medium cannot. These thoughts are often impossible to find in the visual format; the closest I have found would be when the heel taunts the jobber or when the jobber begs for mercy. Both cases are also, unfortunately, rather niche even in the gutpunching video genre.

        I was particularly saddened by the apparent death of www.admiralluke.com. If you are reading this blog, you are doubtlessly aware of Admiral Luke. I think there is a great defence to be made for erotica to prevent it from dying out. I must clarify: I am still a dick pig and a huge fan of gutpunching videos. Part of the reason I started this blog was to contribute to a community that I feel has given much to me. Here are a few blogs I really enjoy: www.mule-mulesblog.blogspot.com ; www.manglerwrestling.blogspot.com ; www.ombstories.blogspot.com ; www.menwrestle.com/cgi-bin/story.cgi (the stories by Delacogne and Ko_Pin are particularly enjoyable to me).

        Anyways, on with the story:

Horacio Gutierrez Jr, Star of The Challenge Season 38 and Exatlon Estados Unidos 5

David (left) and Mateo (right)

        Horacio Gutierrez Jr. was working out at his regular gym back in Texas. After a flurry of press interviews, media appearances, and, of course, partying that came with his competing on MTV’s latest season of The Challenge, he was grateful to be back home.

        Horacio had thought that life would resume its regular pace now that he was back home in Texas. He assumed, in a rather self-pitying manner, that he would only have a handful of fans, especially now that his season had finished airing. After all, it was undeniable that the reach of The Challenge wasn’t as far-reaching as something more popular and prurient like Love Island or Single’s Inferno. 

        I should’ve gone on Love Island to showcase myself in a less competitive setting first, he thought, looking at Grant Crapp’s Instagram in between sets. Grant had at least 80 thousand more followers than he had. Could there be some correlation between muscle size and follower count, Horacio pondered, scrutinising one of Grant’s many shirtless pictures.

Private's Punishment (Part 2)

Private Fun

Private Shaun

It had been several months since Private Shaun got humiliated in front of all his platoon mates at the hands of the golden boy, alpha male of the platoon, Private Fun. He remembered in vivid detail the way Private Fun smashed through his proud abdominal muscles and destroyed the hot muscled body that he had always thought was invincible because he never tested them against the male muscle god that was Private Fun. Up until that match, he had been feared through the platoon, and the entire company knew who he was. Private Shaun was always the one on the giving end, giving other privates a hard time and constantly wearing their physiques down as well as mentally destroying them via a series of gutpunches. He had never been put in his place because Private Fun, the quiet alpha male of the platoon, had never wanted to partake in the violence. Private Fun was a respected leader, the kind that never had to shout to get what he wanted; people fell in line to Private Fun. Shaun had pushed his buttons a bit too much and got what he deserved

Private's Punishment (Part 1)

Private Shaun

Private Fun

    In the army, the only thing that would get you respect was strength. No amount of bootlicking would earn respect. No amount of hard work would earn respect. No amount of good looks would earn respect. Strength and strength alone gave soldiers their respect. After all, it was their strength which set them apart from normal civilians. Where a normal civilian’s shirt would be hiding a beer gut, one could expect a solid set of abs beneath a soldier’s uniform. Perhaps it was with their washboard abs that their uniforms could be kept so clean in the first place, what with the fabric constantly rubbing up against their solid mountains of muscle mass grinding up and down in their exercise drills. Sweat and musk would make for good detergents in cleaning those uniforms out on those washboard abs. 

Making Nathanael Mine

Nathanael

Ryan

I can’t quite remember how Nathanael and I had become friends. We went to the same school together and he was rather quiet kid (I’m not sure if I could even call him a kid given how massive his body was). What he lacked in an outgoing personality, his physique more than made up for. Whenever he walked into a room, his huge frame was enough to make people stop and stare. He didn’t have to talk to get noticed and I think he liked it that way. He was rather involved in the school’s wrestling team and I think I got to know him through an altercation between the wrestling team and the soccer team.