Gutpunch Humiliation: September 2019

John

Mike and Jacob

We had enough of John’s cocky attitude.

We were friends since high school where we met on the water polo team. He had always walked around without a shirt on showing off his rock hard eight pack abs but Jacob and I just brushed it off as the nature of the sport to be shirtless. After graduating, we continued being friends and John skyrocketed ahead of the two of us in physique. John would always hit the gym and, as he liked to say, “pump some serious iron”. He had by far the hottest body, with huge round pecs that would bulge out of his shirts and tree trunk biceps. The tattoo on his left arm only served to accentuate how huge his biceps were. He was so lean he had veins running through his entire body. His vascularity and muscles turned all the chicks on and made him the envy of all the guys. Jacob was hot too but nowhere near the Greek god physique that John had. However, Jacob still had a tough six pack slightly obscured by a layer of fat. Meanwhile, I was the scrawniest of the three of us and I didn’t have much to boast about.

Every time we hung out, John would always compare his body to ours. He would talk for hours on end about how one of his biceps could beat two of ours put together and how his pecs were like stones. He was the alpha of the group and was always sure to exert his dominance over us from the subtlest of actions like flexing his biceps every time he held something to the loudest of actions like hitting our nuts. He always demanded for us to go to the park or the beach so he could have an excuse to take his shirt off. Needless to say, Jacob and I felt inadequate in his sexy presence.

“If you’re really as tough as you think you are, why don’t you let us test your muscles out for a bit, John?” Jacob asked one day in annoyance when we had finished a work out session at John’s place and John was flexing in front of the mirror and the two of us. I was astonished at what Jacob had just said. He was explicitly challenging John’s dominance and role as the alpha male of our group. I was even more shocked that John didn’t immediately wrestle Jacob to the ground. Instead, he continued posing and I could see in his eyes that he was considering his choices.

“Sure. The two of you pansies can try taking me and my body of steel on,” John finally said after a minute of deliberation and flexing. He started bouncing his pecs and looked at the two of us with a smirk as though he knew for sure he would win and that this was just pure playfulness for him. He continued, “Let’s have a gutpunching match. Both of you will throw a punch into my rock hard abs and I’ll return a punch each into your soft stomachs. Sounds good?”

“Sure. We’re gonna demolish your body, bro,” I found myself surprised to even say such words to the statuesque male that was standing in front of me. Jacob carried on,” Winner gets to milk the loser, okay?”

John laughed, his abs flexing and relaxing in quick succession, as he said,” I don’t wanna jerk you two fags off.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to,” I retorted. John laughed even more and told us he’d go warm up first, despite having just done more than a hundred sit ups in our work out session. Jacob pulled me aside to strategise.

“Bro, there’s no way we’re gonna take that beast down. We gotta play a little dirty, you understand what I’m saying?” Jacob said, with a hint of concern in his voice, as if he was scared about what he had gotten us into.

“What are you suggesting?” I responded as I saw John doing oblique crunches with my peripheral vision. The sight of his sweaty body got me semi-hard.

“When I give you the signal, I’ll knee him in his balls. Then you go from behind him and grab him in a full nelson, okay? After that, we’ll fucking destroy his abs and turn his pride to mush,” Jacob seethed vindictively. I knew he hated how cocky John was but I didn’t know he was so affected by the muscle shows that he always put on.

“You sissies ready?” John called as he jumped up and down like a boxer, wringing his arms. I nodded to Jacob and we walked over to John. John arrogantly said,” Take a good look at this body boys. You sure you can beat it?”

Before John could finish his sentence, Jacob landed his first fist into John’s abs. I looked at John, expecting him to at least gasp from the surprise of the vicious blow.

“Wow, little Jacob’s getting heated, huh,” John remarked with a smirk, “Come on Mike, don’t be shy.” He turned to look at me, patting his ripped abs, and I knew that Jacob was right. There was no way we could’ve won playing by the book. Even a surprise blow in his unflexed abs felt like nothing for the muscle god that stood before us. Putting my measly body weight behind my fists, I lunged forward straight into the muscular alpha’s midsection. It felt as though I had just punched a sack of rice. There was a loud thud from the impact, but no visible or audible sign of pain from the stud that towered over me.

“This is gonna hurt,” John whispered, delivering his punch into Jacob’s developed six packs. Jacob grunted as John’s fist connected into his abs that seemed like nothing compared to John’s cobblestone bricks. They surely didn’t have the same resistance that John’s had. Jacob took a step back to resist the blow and compose himself. During this time, John just gave him a half-smile. John commented,” Not so cocky now, huh, stud?” John looked over to me and winked as he launched his fist into my weak midsection. I barely had abs so I didn’t have much resistance to the blow. It felt as though a truck had just hit me and run over my body. Now that John was warmed up and had adrenaline pumping through his veins, he was even sexier than before. His veins were popping out even more and the sheen of sweat on his shirtless body highlighted each bump of his muscular physique. I got a little hard from the pain of the blow and the image of the muscle man that was looking down on my as I gasped for air with all fours on the ground.

“You two done? Want me to milk your juice now,” John sniggered as Jacob was still catching his breath and I was trying to get back up. Doing a double bicep pose, John commented,” You fags can’t possibly beat me. My muscles are way too tough, bro.”

Jacob signalled for John to get ready and John feigned a yawn before bursting out into laughter and putting his hands behind his head while flexing his abs. When he flexed his abs, his muscular striations became even more obvious and all eight of those perfect squares were jutting out of his body. His obliques looked like nectar paths guiding the way to his gorgeous abs. I wanted to destroy them just to see what the hunk would look like crumbling in pain and to hear his moans and grunts as he begged for us to stop. Jacob propelled a punch into John’s ab wall, to which there was little to no effect. John’s abs were still standing proud. Knowing that we couldn’t possibly take another round of punches from this muscle beast whose arms could rival tree trunks, Jacob winked at me. That was the signal. He ran up to John and kneed him in his balls.

“WHAT THE,” exclaimed John as he doubled over and his hands instinctively reached to his balls to cover them. I ran behind him and took his arms and held him in a full nelson. Normally, he would’ve easily broken free from my hold and wrestled me to the ground. However, the pain of the nut shot was debilitating his muscles and had weakened the stud dramatically. Jacob punched him once more in the balls and John yelped.

“Looks like you forgot to give your balls a good workout,” Jacob mocked,” Little soft in the balls, aren’t you?” Jacob gave John a one two punch to his outstretched abs. In his weakened state, John gasped from the blow. Jacob started jumping on both feet like he was Muhammad Ali and every occasionally, gave John’s abs a punch. Each punch produced a resounding thud and forced a little breath out of John’s lungs. Sometimes with an occasionally tough punch, John would moan a little.

“Fuck you,” John shouted when he regained his breath. I could feel his beastly strength returning and he started to fight against my hold. Watching the way his biceps were flexing in an attempt to get out of my full nelson, I got fully erect. Straight or not, it was sexy to see such a hot guy wrestle for freedom to protect his muscular body from getting destroyed.

“I know you’d want to,” I teased as I looked down and saw his member getting aroused in his underwear that he wore to work out in. I used my eyes to signal to Jacob John’s sexual arousement.

“Somebody likes getting punched, huh?” Jacob mocked as he forcibly ripped John’s boxers off. The alpha man’s throbbing penis was now on full display for Jacob and myself. I noticed Jacob was getting hard too. It was only natural to get turned on by such physical bouts. Jacob punched John in the abs again and John grunted slightly. Damn, his abs were still strong after all that torture. Jacob sensed that he had to weaken John more and landed another punch to his rock hard penis. John screamed in pain and tried to double over but I held him up, extending his abs for Jacob to punch. Jacob punched John directly in the solar plexus and John grunted loudly. His once invulnerable abs wall was getting penetrated by Jacob’s punches. The alpha male was getting physically and sexually embarrassed in front of two of his beta subjects.

I looked down at the stud that I was holding and got the closest look at his body I had ever gotten. His biceps were the size of my neck and, looking down, his pecs were so big that they covered his abs. His penis was proportionate to the rest of his body too. It was long enough for me to see, able to extend beyond the area that his pecs covered. At this time, I realised that my own dick was pressing against his ass. His ass was as hard as the rest of his body and I could tell that he did a lot of weighted squats. In my distracted state of admiration, John broke free from my full nelson and elbowed me in my chest, sending me flying backwards. From the ground, I saw the naked hunk as he lumbered over to a now retreating, less courageous Jacob. His back muscles were rippling and his shoulders were the widest of any man I’ve ever seen. It was insane to think that this man was the same age as Jacob and myself.

I looked up and saw him start wrestling with Jacob. This was the true competition of the evening. There was no doubt that he could easily beat me. But in his weakened state and having already received several punches to a vulnerable gut, there was no guarantee he could easily beat Jacob. I saw Jacob make the first move and punch John in the gut again. John took a step back from the blow and it was clear that his rock hard abs were nowhere near their former glory. Jacob regained some confidence seeing the way John felt hurt from the punch and stepped forward, landing another punch into John’s midsection. This time, the thud wasn’t as clear. It was muffled by the sound of John’s brick abs softening. I could hear John grunt and he massaged his once indestructible abs with his right hand. His abs were no longer the impenetrable wall of defence that he had built with hours of work in the gym. John no longer looked as fit as a Greek god. With every heave, his muscles would laboriously move up and down. John was getting tired. His muscles were near their limit. John felt embarrassed. He could’ve easily beaten the two twigs in a fair gutpunch match but he was instead stripped naked and had his abs tenderised by Jacob’s fist. Even if he won this match, his image as the alpha male and undefeatable jock was tarnished. His abs, the pride of his body, were red and raw. John was no longer as proud as when he started the match. Jacob’s cock started to stir in his underwear seeing this alpha slowly get beaten by his own fists. I couldn’t help but start rubbing my member to the scene of John getting destroyed. Jacob tried to go for a third punch to John’s tender and red gut but John sidestepped his attack. With a lot of effort, John moaned and socked Jacob in his abs. Jacob let out a terrifying screech of pain and doubled over to the ground. Not missing a beat, John immediately crouched down to Jacob and stretched his body into a spread eagle position. John launched punch after punch into Jacob’s body, from his pecs to his abs.

“Fucking…fag…I’ll fucking destroy you,” John said in between breaths. John ripped Jacob’s underwear off and revealed his erect penis. John smirked and said,” How do you like that, bro? Doesn’t feel so good does it?” I wanted to help Jacob but I was too weak and there was no way I could take John on. Jacob weakly reached for John’s penis as a last ditch effort to weaken the man but John pushed Jacob’s hand away with little effort. John started stroking Jacob’s dick while punching him in his abs. He said weakly, “Looks like I won. I’m gonna milk you now and destroy your pathetic body.” Jacob was grunting from the punches and moaning with every stroke of his dick that John administered. Soon, he blew his load onto John’s muscular chest and abs. John started walking towards me and I saw that his dick was throbbing with every step that he took. As he crouched down, I took the opportunity to use all my strength to punch his tenderised abs one more time. I didn’t meet much resistance from his muscles and he let out a grunt. Instead of the rice sack that his abs had felt like before, it felt like I was punching into minced meat. I punched him once more in his abs and this time he gagged. It felt good to punish John at his weakest. If I had more strength in me, I would’ve started wrestling against him and potentially even win.

“I’m the fucking alpha male,” he said as he tiredly rubbed his abs, his hand going over all eight red bumps of his midsection. He started jerking me off and I tried to fend him off by reaching for his dick as Jacob had before me. I managed to graze it and poked it, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from him as his grip on my dick loosened. Using his muscular thighs, he sandwiched my hand and preventing me from reaching his Achille’s heel anymore that had brought him to the pathetic condition he found himself in now. After I shot my load on his abs, he punched me once in my stomach that could barely compare to his physique even in his weakened state. I blacked out.

I could hear the sound of John moaning and the sound of his foreskin rubbing up and down against his erect shaft. He was masturbating, perhaps to forget about the embarrassment he was put through and the almost horrible destruction of his Greek god body or perhaps just to relieve himself of the sexual tension of that fight. Either way, Jacob and I both knew he was truly the alpha male. He proved that today by withstanding the assaults to his body and manhood Jacob and I administered to him. One day, we will take down John and make him beg for mercy. But for now, he’s our leader, beating us two on one even when we played dirty.

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