Bustin' Justin

Justin

Drew

“All right that’s it for today guys. Better start chugging down those protein shakes to get ready for next week’s match, especially you Drew. You look like a twig, man. We’re up against some really tough guys,” Coach Wilson barked. The soccer team disassembled and headed towards the shower, patting one another on the back and talking about the passes or goals that came up in practice earlier that day. Every guy seemed to want a piece of Justin, the star soccer player in the team. They were smacking his butt and praising him for his great kicks and accuracy as they sauntered over to the changing rooms to shower and shoot the breeze.

Justin was a seventeen-year-old only in his junior year in high school but had a great physique that could put older guys to shame. He had a rather lean body not entirely bulky like the rugby guys but with those cut muscles he had strength enough to pack a mean punch; Justin had taken on some of the rugby guys before in playful bouts of amateur wrestling or fighting usually in the steamy locker rooms or behind the school gym and managed to come out on top most of the time. With his relatively small frame, it wouldn’t have been possible to win every single match but he could beat the odds – and his opponent’s grips – often enough to warrant lots of fame among the guys. He had a great smile and charismatic attitude which made him popular amongst everyone. The guys wanted to hang out with him after school and lift some weights or play video games while the girls wanted him all to themselves. Justin knew he had a nice body and wasn’t afraid to show it: he would often flex his biceps for anyone looking to cop a feel and he was cut enough that you could feel every sinew and vein in his bulging muscles.

What truly made Justin stand out was his famous six-pack abs which looked better than most other guys mostly because of his sheer vascularity. Being the star soccer player had given Justin a low body fat percentage and it showed when he took his shirt off. In his impromptu flexing shows usually held in any changing room he was in, all the guys couldn’t help but ogle at the clear lines running through his stomach and setting apart each individual stone slab on his stomach. His v-line helped direct one’s focus to his strong abs, as though they were the focus of his body, which in some ways they were. His developed obliques hugged the side of his abs and seemed to form a muscular layer of protection around them. On occasion, some of the soccer guys would pretend they were drying their clothes with his “washboard” abs by rubbing their sweaty shirts violently against Justin’s ridged abs and acting like they were amazed when the shirts were drying up faster. Justin, luxuriating in his celebrity as the alpha male and having the best body in the entire soccer team and perhaps the school, would always shoot his signature smile, twist his torso slightly to the side to show off his obliques, and flex his biceps while saying something like, “Come on guys, who else has a shirt they want to dry off on my abs?” The entire room would erupt in laughter and some guys would smack his abs, as though they were smacking their knees after having head the most hilarious joke in the world. That was how the soccer guys realised Justin’s abs had strong tension to them as well. When slapping his palm against his abs, one of the guys realised that it had felt as though he was smacking against a bag of drying cement. The guy had exclaimed, “Holy shit bro, your abs are tough as hell.” Some guys would take turns landing a few fists into his abs to see just how tough they were. It became an innocent game of sorts played between soccer bros and they would wait for the day someone could give Justin a punch in his abs strong enough to blow the wind out of his lungs like Merlin would wait for the day someone would pull the sword out of the stone. It simply seemed impossible to even dent the muscle armour, and confidence, of that stud.

Drew thought of all this as the guys were walking towards the locker room and almost resented Justin for it. Drew could not stand Justin’s cockiness. As a freshman who had just gotten into the school and the soccer team, Drew had been deprived of many opportunities even though he was sure he was a better soccer player than Justin. He felt that he could easily score as many goals as Justin could. Due to Justin’s immense popularity with the guys and his reputation as being unbelievably strong for his size, no one had ever even considered Drew to be a possible substitute for Justin. Admittedly, Drew’s body looked rather miniscule in comparison to Justin. Drew had a significantly smaller body compared to Justin and he was one of those guys who thought abs were the most important part of a man’s body. As a result, Drew’s other muscles such as his chest, biceps, and shoulders were neglected in his quest for strong, good-looking abs that he could be proud of and show off to the other guys at school. On good days, Drew had an eight-pack sitting arrogantly on his stomach which he would continually run his hands over, feeling each individual ridge and valley. Only the middle four-packs were clearly visible, but he would argue that there was an eight-pack there, even if it was just to make himself feel like his abs were better than Justin’s consistent six-pack. Indirectly trying to draw attention to himself, Drew would flex his shirtless body in front of the mirror in the locker room and leisurely feel his abs as though he were in the comfort of his own room. One day, Justin had finally taken notice of Drew and smirked a little, snobbishly starting, “Your four-packs are nice, Drew, but if you want a body like this,” Justin removed the tower covering his abs and flexing those steel slabs before continuing, “you’ll need to do more than just crunches every day. Those obliques are gonna need a few Russian twists, bro!” Drew was seething with contempt for Justin and had wanted to pay him back for perpetually stealing his limelight since then.

“Except you, Justin. I want to talk to you for a while,” Coach Wilson’s voice broke through Drew’s thoughts and the soccer team’s rough housing. The guys began a chorus of “Ooooohhhh” as though Justin had done something wrong and Justin raised both hands in the air while shrugging a little sheepishly. While the rest of the soccer team continued into the locker rooms, Drew decided to hide in the bleachers to eavesdrop into Coach Wilson’s conversation with Justin. Drew heard bits and pieces only, such as Coach Wilson reiterating how important tomorrow’s game was for Justin’s future as all the talent scouts were going to be there. Tomorrow would have been a huge opportunity for Justin to place himself at the forefront of opportunity’s door and potentially turn into a major league soccer star rather than just, as Coach Wilson put it, being a “big fish in a small pond”. Drew thought this was the perfect opportunity to give Justin the comeuppance he so deserved and quickly escaped into the locker room where many of the soccer guys had finished changing and were waiting for Justin to hit the gym.

As soon as Justin stepped in, all the guys asked him what the Coach had spoken to him of and he dismissively said it was merely about the importance of winning tomorrow’s game. Sensing an opportunity, Drew chimed in, “Well, if tomorrow’s game is so important why don’t we help you get those abs in tip top shape huh? Then all those talent scouts can ogle all they want at your bod.” All the guys started laughing and insisting that Justin “lose the shirt!” so their punching session could begin. One of the guys in Justin’s grade said, “Hey, let’s see the little man wail on you, Justin! See what these freshmen are made of!” Drew was angered at being underestimated, but at the same time pleased by the opportunity which it presented to him. Justin unexpectedly said, “All right man, it’s your lucky day. These abs needed a break from those fuckin’ seniors anyway. They punch like they got something to prove, man.”

To which Drew replied, “Yeah, I’ll give em’ a break, all right!” Socking his meanest right hook into Justin’s midsection before he finished his sentence. Justin didn’t gasp or moan or grunt, but Drew could tell that he was taken aback by the strength of his punch as his abs seemed to lose some of the tensile strength which he had felt while rubbing his shirt over Justin’s abs a couple weeks ago. This was furthered when Justin said, “I gotta go shower now. Good job little man, maybe you can have another shot in a few weeks.”

Feeling the opportunity of a lifetime slipping away, Drew quickly countered, “Come on man! Quitting after one punch? What happened to your abs dude?” Drew knew he was pushing all the right buttons not only to lure Justin into his trap but also to get the other soccer guys egging Justin on to take more punches. As expected, the guys supported Drew, saying stuff like “He’s got spirit, dude!” or “Feeling soft, bro?” Justin looked at Drew with a hint of annoyance and arrogantly said, “How about this, bro? You wanna take me on in a one on one gutpunch fight or what?” Justin’s statement ended all the susurrations of conversation as he sounded genuinely pissed and was perhaps too preoccupied with the importance of the game tomorrow to entertain their abs punching games anymore. To Drew, however, his challenge was the one thing he had been waiting for since he joined the soccer team. Drew said, “Let’s go, bro. Let’s see what the champ’s actually got.”

The locker room benches were quickly cleared to the side to make room for the gut punch battle that was about to go down between Drew, the skinny underdog freshman, and Justin, famous champion of steel abs who could even take down the rugby guys. The room was filled with testosterone and musk. All the guys were certain that Justin would win rather easily but Drew was surely going to put up a fight.

Still maintaining his air of superiority, Justin said, “I’ll let you have the first punch.” before flexing his washboard abs. When Justin flexed them to their fullest, it was easy to see why people considered him as having the nicest set of abs in the entire school; each individual muscle bulged out invitingly and their tender richness hid great strength behind them. It looked as though Justin had come straight out of a magazine and his Adonis body stunned everyone in his presence. Drew threw a right hook to Justin’s solar plexus. Disappointingly, Justin didn’t so much as release breath. He smirked a little, as if to say, “That’s it?”

Drew instinctively flexed and watched as Justin’s biceps flexed for a straight punch into his own solar plexus. Justin’s bicep peak was impressive and seemed almost the size of a grapefruit. Drew felt his abs weaken at the impact of the punch and moaned. He looked down at his torso and saw his softening gut. In between each inhalation of breath, Drew saw his tense abs decompress into a softer version of their former proud self. He saw the weak four-pack which Justin had seen that day in the locker room and resolved himself to beating Justin’s abs into mush. Looking up from his abs, Drew saw the perfect abs lining Justin’s stomach and how Justin was jumping up and down, clearly pumped for this battle. Perhaps Justin had needed to let some steam off from the pressure of the game. Standing firmly on the ground again, Justin flexed his champion abs once more. Drew placed all his body weight behind his right first and launched into Justin’s navel.

THUD!!!

Drew didn’t feel as much resistance as he had the first two punches he threw at Justin. In fact, it felt as though Justin was rather unprepared for that third punch Drew tossed out. Drew could feel his first digging a few inches beneath the rocky hard exterior of Justin’s abs wall. That must have done it, Drew thought, his abs must be aching from that punch. He looked up and saw the abs champion huffing a bit from his punch, reeling in from the impact. Justin looked down at his own abs and saw a little redness forming. The soccer guys were fixated on Justin’s reaction. Was he finally breaking? Is the champ defeatable? Are his abs not invincible after all? Justin rubbed his reddening abs and smiled winningly at Drew. Damn, this guy is still standing, Drew thought. Drew braced himself for another punch from Justin and this time as Justin’s fist pulled back, he saw the sharp definition in Justin’s obliques and how his torso twisted to reveal those sexy muscles. Drew found himself thinking of rubbing his abs against Justin’s abs just to see how it felt.

THUDDDD!!!

Drew’s abs had weakened drastically from Justin’s punches and he knew he had to do something quickly if he wanted to come out on top of this stud. All the soccer guys looked at Drew as he panted heavily, thinking that the gut punch battle had conclusively come to an end. Catching his breath, Drew stood up and steadied himself for his next punch into Justin’s perfect body. Now, Justin’s reddening abs seemed to signal as a target of sorts for Drew to aim at, as if to say that his abs were weakening in that area. Drew inhaled a big breath and decided to finally turn the tides of the battle. Justin would never expect this.

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD!!!!!

YES! Justin was grunting from Drew’s cheap move. HRNGGG!! HHHHRNNGGGG!!! Drew unrelentingly forced punch after punch into Justin’s abs, not caring for the rules of the gut punch battle anymore. HRNGGG!!! Drew drove Justin up against a locker where his abs would receive double the beating. The soccer guys were shocked to find themselves enjoying the arrogant soccer stud get beaten up by a skinny freshman.

“W-wha…” Justin moaned in pain.

Justin’s abs were still commendably tough due to the many hours he had put into working them at the gym. Drew was determined to break through that initial veneer of resistance and continued working over Justin’s abs as he was helplessly backed up against the locker with the breath knocked out of his lungs. Justin tried desperately to keep his abs flexed in their glory but eventually he ran out of breath and the muscles which held his abs in their picture-perfect place loosened. His ab muscles slumped a bit beyond his belt line as the muscles keeping them in place failed the Adonis. They began losing their definition until only faint lines setting one previously muscular wall of muscle apart from the next could be seen. In this condition, Justin still looked like a grade A stud with great muscles but Drew decided he had to punish Justin more. He drove his left fist into Justin’s navel, trying to see how far he could go. UUUUUGHH…AAAA….AAAAAAAUUUAH! Justin helplessly moaned as Drew’s fist kept digging into his ruined wall of abs. Drew could feel Justin’s previously victorious ab muscles closing in around the crater his fist formed as if they were mush.

Then, Drew decided to truly humiliate Justin. He slapped Justin’s abs in a similar way as the soccer guys had playfully smacked them and a muffled sound was produced due to how Justin’s slack ab muscles weren’t tense anymore. Then, Drew smacked loudly against his own proud ab wall and the sound resonated throughout the locker room. The guys couldn’t believe it. Against all odds, they were looking at the soccer stud Justin getting his perfect abs fucked up by some scrawny freshman. Drew’s abs began to look much sexier than Justin’s abs, which couldn’t even be called abs anymore as they slung out like a beer gut since Justin had lost all muscular control over his abs. Drew began to luxuriate in his triumph over the previous abs champion. Drew seized Justin’s limp hand and began using it to rub against his own eight-pack. Drew leaned close to Justin’s sweating face and whispered, “Don’t you wish your abs were strong as mine, bro? Look at your abs now, champ. They’re nothing but mush. You might need a few Russian twists for that, bro!” Drew almost spat the last sentence into Justin’s ears, hoping he would remember the day when Justin had lauded his sexy obliques over Drew. Drew continued, “Let me show you what real abs feel like, little man.” He used Justin’s hand to rub his eight-pack once more before pinning his stomach against Justin’s defeated abs. Drew began grinding his abs against the slumped ruins of Justin’s previously proud abs which now looked flabby in comparison. Fuck! Drew really had destroyed Justin’s abs to the point that they were mush. Justin began moaning. AAA…AAAUGH…. Drew whispered, “Do your flabby abs hurt when they rub against mine? Does it feel like grinding against a washboard, bro?” Drew couldn’t believe it! He was completely humiliating the alpha male of the soccer team who was now moaning in pain and embarrassment like a dog.

“P…please man…stop…” Justin pleaded.

“I want you to beg for it,” Drew said coldly, “I want you to tell all the guys here that I’ve completely defeated your perfect body and abs.”

“Y-you only won…because you cheated dude…” Justin said in between gasps of air.

Drew drove the point home by launching a first into what remained of Justin’s abs, which felt like mashed potatoes. HRRRNGGG. Justin grunted again. The sound of Justin’s grunt was music to Drew’s ears. It represented the destruction of the perfect jock he once idolised. Drew applied a claw to Justin’s weakened abs which drew a loud scream from him which all the soccer guys would remember for the rest of their lives. Their champion was absolutely destroyed. His abs were broken and the muscular wall they tried so hard to conquer had finally fallen.

“You win…my abs are fucking weak man…you broke me…I’m not a champion of anything…your body’s hotter than mine man…just let me go…you broke me dude…” Justin begged weakly.

Drew smiled cruelly and released Justin from his grip as Justin slunk down onto the ground, a broken shell of the muscular stud he once was. Justin clutched his abs looking for some semblance of firmness but he found none. Slumped over, the soccer guys could see Justin desperately trying to gather air to flex his abs. It took about an hour for Justin to recover from the beating and manage to flex his abs completely. The soccer guys just watched in silence and solidarity, not wanting to rub salt in Justin’s wound. Some took the opportunity to pretend they were helping him, but really only wanted to feel his abs in their weakest state as they pretended to lift him up by his stomach. They realised that there really was no tension or muscular strength to them anymore and that Drew had destroyed his perfect abs completely.

True, this victory over Justin would not mean much as all the soccer guys knew Drew had taken underhanded means to beat his abs into mush. The soccer guys still respected Justin as their leader but a part of them always thought about the day Drew fucked his abs into submission and there existed the potential for rebellion against that stud. From that day on, Justin never overstepped his boundaries with Drew and a rivalry between them began festering.

The next day, Coach Wilson noticed Justin’s bruised abs and the soccer guys ratted Drew out to the coach. While Justin could still play, he was heavily inhabited by the ache that persisted in his bulging stomach and did not perform as well. In the end, the stud still managed to catch the attention of some talent scouts.

Coach Wilson, however, needed to teach Drew a lesson.

To Be Continued?