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. 

    This law of strength made many hot-headed lads attracted to signing on to the army, in hopes of becoming the next sergeant or general in command of weaklings with bodies weaker and frailer than their own. It attracted many tough muscled men to pledge their service to the army. 

    Among the privates was one such character. Shaun had joined the army thinking that he would quickly ascend through the ranks thanks to his hard body and devotion to training and working out. Being the youngest private at 18 years old also made him very arrogant. He would often challenge his fellow privates to wrestling, arm wrestling, or gut punching matches – and he would often come out on top. Sometimes, he would even manage to taunt some of his fellow privates into engaging in a sexfight with him, also known as a first to cum loses match. On these occasions, the entire company would sit around in their bunks and watch the spectacle unfold as Shaun and another private would violently go at each other, ripping pieces of clothing off one another in a bid to make the other man cum first. Being younger allowed him to nimbly handle the other man’s tool and forcibly milk them. Humiliating other men and showing off his own body and strength was Shaun’s forte. 

    His body came in second only to Private Fun and he had only ever lost a sexfight match against Fun before. Shaun had been so turned on by the alpha display of both their muscles thrashing about that his hard-on got the better of him and Fun took advantage of Shaun being distracted by his muscles to milk the man. That was the most humiliating moment of Shaun’s life, but it fueled him to continue training and working out to be even stronger than Fun one day and get his revenge. Now, Shaun would take every opportunity he could get to punch Fun’s abs and try taunting his nemesis into another showdown. Fun, being one of the more composed men would rarely fight back and simply allowed Shaun to test his abs as and when he pleased, thinking that it would be a good chance to develop his endurance while subtly showing the rest of the privates that he was top dog in the muscle department.

    As they were getting closer to the date of their physical assessment, Shaun amped up the taunting and tried to lure Fun into a physical altercation, be it a gutpunch match or a sexfight, though Shaun had hoped for the latter as he wanted to completely screw with Fun before the physical assessment and get the better of him and perhaps net a promotion while showing the other privates he had wrecked the alpha male. At the core of the issue, Shaun simply wanted to dominate Fun and repay him his comeuppance for the time he had been humiliated in front of all the other privates. Shaun wanted to prove to himself that he was better than Fun and that his muscles were stronger, tauter, harder than that of his biggest competitor.

    Shaun looked down at the hard ridges lining his stomach as he began rubbing them. He started flexing and unflexing his own abs. Shaun became completely entranced in this ritual of quite literally stroking his own ego. He watched as the peaks of his abs rose with every flex and hardened into solid mounds of muscle. He watched the fullness of his abs expand as he unflexed and they formed six smooth bricks on his stomach. Yes, he thought, my body is fucking sexy. With one hand feeling his own contracting abdominal muscles and the other on another contracting muscle down below, Shaun looked in the mirror and suddenly felt the intense urge to get down on the ground and pump out some sit ups. As he worked out, he looked always at the mirror next to him and gazed at his own abs. Heaving and panting, Shaun sensually stroked his penis to the reflection of himself In the mirror.

    “God, I’m the strongest man alive,” Shaun moaned to himself as he felt around his solid six-pack still pumped up from the impromptu workout, “Look at those abs. My body is ripped to perfection.” The more he pleasured himself, the harder his muscles seemed to get. Every mound of muscle in his body was flexed to their extremes as Shaun continued stroking his turgid member. Looking at his smooth six-pack abs and perfect v-line leading to his firmly erect dick, Shaun knew that he was in prime shape and could take on the alpha male of his platoon and had a reasonable chance of coming out on top. Giving his dick a few more pumps, Shaun proceeded with his sit ups, more galvanised than ever to become stronger, better, harder than Fun and to really show everyone else what was up!

    Shaun recalled the time Fun had humiliated him in front of his other platoon mates by beating him at his own game. He remembered seeing how Fun’s biceps grew to a gargantuan size as the veins in his forearms seemed to be bursting as Fun dug his fist deeper and deeper into Shaun’s weaker abs. “You talk a lot of smack for someone who’s not putting up a fight,” Fun smirked while watching Shaun’s face grimace in pain. Fun pulled back his right hand and immediately clenched his fist into a dense ball of muscular strength. Shaun was watching beads of his own sweat drip off his bulging, mushy abs onto the floor and could sense all his platoon mates simmering with satisfaction at his defeat to Fun. Doubling over in pain, Fun’s fist landed right in Shaun’s solar plexus and Shaun gasped loudly, much to the approval of his platoon mates. 

    Shaun clutched his stomach, desperately trying to flex whatever could be left of his pummeled abdominal muscles. In spite of all the flexing he did, Shaun could feel only an undefined mass of fats and sore muscle where his solid abs had been before he had been arrogant enough to challenge Fun. His platoon mates were surrounding him in a fighting ring of their shirtless bodies, with all their military-trained muscles on display; this was the norm whenever a fight broke out between Shaun and another man in that they would all gather around to see the proceedings of the fight. This time, however, Shaun was on the receiving end of a beatdown at the hands of the golden boy Fun. A part of Shaun never expected Fun to accept the challenge, given how level-headed and rational he usually was, never partaking of these physical roughhousing bouts with the other men in the platoon. Perhaps it was complacency that pushed Shaun’s taunting too far and provoked Fun to finally take on his many challenges.

    “Waddya think boys? I don’t get why you guys always complain to me about Shaun busting your abs up good. Look at ‘im! He’s doubled over holding on to his beer belly!” chided Fun cockily, teasingly prodding the abs of the shirtless men around him. 

    “I..I give…look, I’msorry man. I…didn’t mean to push you so far,” Shaun conceded, still doubled over and clutching his heaving stomach. Shaun realized why Fun was the golden boy, the alpha male, the best soldier in their entire platoon and knew he had to work on his body more before challenging Fun again if he wanted to have a good shot at his godlike body.

    “All right. Let’s end this so we can all wash up and get to bed,” Fun finished with a sadistic and suggestive purr in his voice. At this statement, Shaun was confused. Had he not just surrendered? Did he not just admit defeat?

    Out of the blue, Fun rushed up to panting Shaun and delivered a swift right hook into his unguarded left obliques. Shaun’s obliques were not particularly trained to begin with and, in his pathetic state, the blow knocked all the air out of him and he fell to the floor on his knees and hands. What the fuck just happened?

    Shaun heard cheers erupt through the bunk from the ring the other shirtless privates had formed around the fight and he understood why when he felt a sudden coolness caress his naked butt cheeks. Fun waved Shaun’s camouflage print shorts around like a trophy before disregarding it completely by tossing it aside.

    Shaun felt strangely aroused by the masculine sadism Fun displayed at that moment. He had always thought of Fun as the contributive, kind-hearted, muscular hero that everyone looked up to. Was it strange that Shaun enjoyed being dominated and thoroughly humiliated by the alpha stud in front of everyone? Oh no, Shaun frantically thought, am I getting hard? What the fuck, man, pull it together! 

    “No wonder you keep challenging us to these gut punch and sexfight matches, dude! Look how hard you are already!” Shaun heard Fun taunting. Shaun was so out of it he didn’t have any control over his body anymore! He was completely erect and he did not even realise it!

    Shaun felt Fun’s weight crashing down on his rear and he felt all eight of Fun’s muscular abs against his back. If only he had found a way to break through the wall of muscles on Fun’s body. Perhaps he might not be in this position where he was getting dry humped by the hottest, strongest, most muscular guy in the platoon. Alas, Fun’s abs were too impenetrable for Shaun’s fists to dent. The most he got out of Fun was a tiny gasp when he pummeled his solar plexus.

    Mounting Shaun like a horse, Fun did a double bicep pose for all the other men to see—a crystal clear display of his status as alpha male and top dog. He was the strongest man around. Fun pretended to hump Shaun while his hands went to town on Shaun’s fully erect penis. All the while, Shaun was moaning and making a fool of himself. He had gone from undefeated gut punch champion to getting milked by the alpha male himself! His abs were ruined and he lost a lot of respect from his platoon mates with each punch Fun had landed in his once-proud body. Shaun suspected a lot of them would want a rematch after today, after seeing Fun completely pound him into defeat.

    Lost in the cheers and the heat of a muscle stud riding him, Shaun was numb to the euphoria of cumming at the hands of such a perfect physical specimen. He couldn’t grasp the humiliation he had just undergone. All Shaun knew was that he had to find a way to get back at Fun.

    Driven by his humiliation at the hands of Fun, Shaun worked tirelessly to build his body back up to its physical glory and then some. Fun did not know it, but Shaun was about to serve him his comeuppance really soon.