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 Shaun would often think about Private Fun every time he was working out, pumping some iron. Really, any time Private Shaun had any thoughts linked to physicality, even if he were just showering, his mind would wander to Private Fun and the time he got jerked off in front of everyone by the alpha male. He hated to admit it, but Private Fun was stronger and better than him. He was stronger and better than everyone. Once, he had even jokingly challenged the platoon sergeant to arm wrestling and he managed to best the sergeant, drawing the admiration of everyone, including his superiors. Everyone was swarming him in awe and touching his hard biceps. 

In the midst of all that commotion, Private Shaun had actually taken the chance to rub his hands against Private Fun’s abs to feel how hard they were. Immediately, Private Shaun got an erection when he felt the cobblestone road that was lining Private Fun’s midsection. Fuck, he thought, I want to bash his abs in but he’s too strong. Private Fun was the only one who noticed Private Shaun taking a feel at his strong abs and he smirked at Private Shaun as he walked away. Almost as if to taunt him, Private Fun took his military exercise shirt off and began flexing for all his platoon mates, many of whom made catcalling noises and hyped him up.

Since Private Fun had completely upset Private Shaun in the first to cum loses gutpunching match, the other men in the platoon began to stand up against Private Shaun as well. Where he had previously bullied them and broken their abs mercilessly, Private Shaun was starting to meet resistance with more and more of them treating him with less respect and fear. 

        Private Shaun would use to jump them in the shower and pound their military abdominals to submission before tugging their dicks and forcing them to be hard and naked in front of the other guys. Now, he would find himself being ambushed in the shower. Just the other day, a bunch of guys had held him in a full nelson while they got the runt of the platoon to punish Private Shaun’s abdominals. It took a while, but his abs started softening to the endless onslaught of gut punches at the hands of the runt and the guys were hollering at Private Shaun being beat up by such a weakling. The guy even had the nerve to stroke Private Shaun’s dick.

        As this humiliation was underway, Private Shaun recalled Private Fun strutting into the shower cubicle opposite the one where he was being held up like a piece of prime meat and patting the runt on the back as if in manly approval, before giving Private Shaun a funny look before closing the door behind him. Private Shaun hung his head in shame when he saw how far he had fallen from his bullying days. He used to rule the entire platoon and men would be fearful of him. They would flex their abs when walking past him in the corridors in case Private Shaun just so happened to feel like giving them a love tap in their abs. Now, he was a showpiece of sorts, being challenged at every opportunity and having to defend his own muscles for once. 

        Private Shaun hated Private Fun even more for what he did to him. He hated him before simply because he was admittedly much stronger and well-liked than he was. Now that Private Fun had defeated his abs in spectacular fashion, he hated him even more for allowing others to see how vulnerable his strong muscles really were, and that he could be defeated just like anyone else.

        Private Shaun planned to get his revenge on the platoon muscle god, Private Fun.

        His opportunity arose when the promotion window opened and the superiors were considering which privates would be given the opportunity to be promoted to a lance corporal for their hard work, efforts, and achievements. It was almost a foregone conclusion that Private Fun would be the recipient of such a promotion. In a meeting with their immediate superiors, with all the men huddled together in their army musk and testosterone, Private Shaun decided he had to do something to stop this from happening. Better yet, he could use this as an opportunity to destroy Private Fun in front of all their brothers and the superiors as well.

        Private Shaun knew the promotion criteria depended on a physical test of multiple exercises, so he leveraged on this and decided to spice things up a bit.

        “Hey, instead of the usual sit-ups and push-ups we use as the standard for the test, why don’t we add a little no-holds barred fight section, huh?” Private Shaun suggested to the sergeants. “It could be a tournament kind of thing, y’know, see who’s really at the top of the pecking order. Would be great for some male bonding too,” Private Shaun continued.

        Much to his surprise, the platoon guys actually agreed with him. Perhaps now that he wasn’t such a feared muscle beast, they actually wanted to have a fair shake at beating him in combat and showing him who was the boss. Private Shaun looked directly at Private Fun, who merely raised one handsome eyebrow questioningly at him.

        “I agree, sergeant. Why not we have a classic all-out fight to see who’s the strongest?” Private Fun agreed, rising up to Private Shaun’s tacit challenge. Deep in their hearts, everyone knew the final fight would be between Private Fun and Private Shaun. They were the two strongest men in the entire platoon.

        With the entire platoon in agreement and the sergeants wanting to have some entertainment around the barracks for once, it was settled. There would be an unofficial, unrefereed tournament to see who would emerge victorious in a fight to the top.

        The night before the fight tournament, Shaun bumped into Fun in the platoon showers as the latter was getting out in only his towels. The two men looked into each other’s eyes and Shaun identified a twinge of uncertainty in Fun. Did he misunderstand what he had seen or was Fun actually worried about getting his abs bashed in the next day? Fun immediately gave his signature golden boy smirk and chuckled a bit, before patting Shaun on the shoulders.

        “Hey dude, whatever happens tomorrow,” Fun started, “don’t be too hard on yourself, all right?” 

        “These,” he continued as he gestured towards his still-wet abs, “are going to be a bitch to fight against.” Fun gave Shaun a light punch in his shoulders before proceeding out the hallway.

        In the shower, Shaun ruminated on the encounter he just had. Was Fun actually scared of getting defeated? Was he trying to intimidate Shaun and fuck with his mind before the fight tomorrow?

        As the shower water ran over his body, Shaun felt each rise and ripple of his abdominal muscles. He had been working out like a maniac since the last time he got milked by Fun in front of all his platoon mates. Surely Fun knew he had been biding for his time to strike and was all the while training for it to make sure he gave Fun a run for his money.

        God! Shaun thought. The stud’s really scared I’m going to put a dent in his abs!

        The tournament commenced early in the morning at 8am the next day after the soldiers had their breakfast. All training activities were put on hold for the day and the tournament was the only thing on the routine orders. After consuming their breakfast at 5.45am, the entire platoon was in a frenzy doing last-minute exercises to get their body in the best shape possible for the tournament.

        As the sun rolled around and dusk became morning, the men reported to the parade square where the tournament was to be held. The sergeants began reading out the pairings for the first rounds.

        As luck would have it, Fun and Shaun were pitted against one another in the very first round. All the men were simultaneously let-down and excited because they knew the two men were going to demolish anyone else that they faced and that the final battle would be one for the books. The sergeants, however, thought it best to give everyone else a fair chance and take out one of the two strongest competitors at the first stage.

        Fighting against one another in the first stage would also mean both men were at the zenith of their strength, not having depleted any energy in facing their other platoon mates before arriving at the foregone conclusion of fighting one another.

        At this point, one of the platoon men sounded off and suggested everyone else go first and at least leave their fight for last within the first round. That way, there would still be some of that climactic energy they were anticipating. The sergeants agree.

        Fourteen bouts later, it came down to the final fight. The alpha dog Fun was going up against the rebel challenger Shaun. All the men remembered the previous time this fight went down, Fun was riding Shaun and milking his cock in a dominant display of his superior muscle-power. They expected no different this time.

        The men formed a ring with their shirtless bodies. Some of their muscles were bruised and blue from their own beating they had received moments ago. The musk and testosterone coming off these men was amplified by the anticipation they had for this fight. 

        This was the fight that would determine who would get the highest promotion in the platoon as the winner of this fight would eventually go on to win the whole tournament. 

        Shaun and Fun circled one another in the invisible ring composed of heaving bodies, each studying the other and waiting for an opening to strike. Shaun previously surmised that Fun had stronger muscles and he knew he needed to make up for it in technique and fighting spirit.

        Shaun lunged at Fun and the two got locked in a grappling hold. Both men had their palms pushing against one another and trying to push the other one down.

        

        Shaun locked his feet against Fun’s inner ankles but the stud’s legs wouldn’t budge—they were built like god damn tree trunks.

        Fun began pushing harder as his biceps rippled and the veins began to really pop. Some of the guys started cat-calling as they saw Shaun back down, his wrist bending backwards to the undeniable strength of Fun. That’s when Shaun saw his chance.

        Shaun slipped out of the grapple-hold and immediately socked Fun in his abs.

        UFGGHGHHHH!!!

        Both of Fun’s titan arms were still up in the air getting back into position from the grapple-hold and couldn’t block the gut punch Shaun delivered. Fun felt the air vacate his lungs. Shaun readied another punch and socked it to the hunk’s solar plexus.

        AHHHHHHH!!!

        Fun had flexed that time but it still hurt. The men were all surprised. Shaun had landed two good blows on the muscle-god whom they all expected would be milking Shaun like the previous time.

        Fun returned the blow, delivering two strong jabs into Shaun’s abs.

        Shaun reeled back from the blows. Both men were breathing heavily now. Both men’s abs had tasted pain and both men’s fists had tasted the weakness of the other man’s abs.

        Fun, always the rational and collected leader of the platoon, was waiting for Shaun to strike. He looked at Shaun’s body. He thought about how weak his obliques and chest looked in comparison to his and he started getting a semi-erection at the thought of dominating Shaun. He was going to show the little boy who was the real man of the platoon. He was the alpha male and he was going to milk Shaun again. He observed the tiny size of his opponent’s chest and rubbed his own in comparison. He was going to destroy Shaun.

        Shaun looked at Fun and all he wanted to do was to break his prized set of abs and show him he wasn’t the hot shit he thought he was. Shaun wanted to destroy Fun’s pride, confidence, and muscles.

        At the exact same time, the two sprinted towards one another. Fun clotheslined Shaun and the next thing he knew, Shaun was lying back-down on the parade square ground with Fun sitting on top of his groin.

        “Get those fuckin’ abs ready, boy,“ Fun taunted.

        Shaun flexed his well-trained abs as Fun began punching them relentlessly.

        THUD THUD THUD THUD!!

        Fun stopped after four punches to observe Shaun’s reaction. Much to his surprise, the fucker hadn’t even grunted from the pain. He thought back to minutes ago when he was humiliated by Shaun’s surprise attack after the grapple hold and felt a deep desire to elicit the same grunts from Shaun, to show that he was still in control.

        HRNGNGGGGGGG!!!!!

        Shaun started moaning with every punch and his ab wall grew weaker and weaker. His once-strong abs now felt like dough, with Fun’s fists getting deeper and deeper with each punch. 

        AAAHHH STOP STOP!!

        Shaun was grunting and screaming and getting his abs handed to him by the golden boy Fun. The demarcation line of his abs started to fade as his muscles weakened and it soon looked like Fun was just punching a bag of fats. Fun reached down and felt Shaun’s hard cock which he was sitting on. He started rubbing against Shaun’s dickhead and Shaun got so turned on by it he started moaning even harder. Tears started to trickle down Shaun’s face as he was getting punished by the alpha man.

        Fun stopped rubbing Shaun’s dick and stood up. Reaching down, he removed Shaun’s compression shorts in one fell swoop, revealing that the man had gone commando underneath. His hard dick was throbbing.

        “COME ON BOY. STAND UP!” Fun shouted. He beat his muscular pectorals with his own fists, taunting Shaun and showing him exactly the kind of muscle stud he was up against.

        “ISN’T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?”

        Shaun stood up and was groggily swaying from side to side. Time seemed to slow down. He saw all the platoon men laughing at him for getting destroyed so much easier than the last time. He saw his sergeants looking so impressed by Fun and smirking at Shaun’s hard-on on display for all. He looked at Fun. He saw how perfect Fun’s body was.

        He looked at Fun’s perfect muscles and the ripe pectorals he was beating against. He saw how strong each individual panel of his abdominal muscles were. He looked at his veiny arms and surmised he must have less than 10% body fat, although the muscular abs he was displaying could tell you that. He looked at the bruising his two punches had left on Fun’s champion abs and his dick started throbbing even harder.

        “WELL COME ON THEN!!” Fun shouted as he continued beating his chest and howling like a monkey.

        When he let out a monkey howl, the unexpected happened. Shaun used whatever strength he had left to time a solar plexus strike right at the moment Fun howled out, releasing all the air from his lungs.

        THUDDDDDDDDD!!

     UNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!

        FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!

        Fun doubled over and Shaun grabbed onto his body from above, kneeing the muscled stud in his abs over and over. 

        THNK THNK THNK THNK THNK!!!

        AAAAHHHHHH NOOOOO!!!

        Fun’s hands were initially guarding his abs after the solar plexus strike but the knee clinches eventually dealt away with his arms, as they hung loosely from his sides and Shaun started kneeing into Fun’s abs directly. 

        Even in this state, Fun’s champion abs still had a lot of resistance to put up. He was still flexing and his abs were still respectably strong. He was waiting for his time to fight back.

        Shaun had learnt from Fun’s mistakes and decided he was going to end this fight as soon as possible, while still humiliating the muscle god for all the months of humiliation and belittling he had put the entire platoon through.

        Shaun delivered one final knee to Fun’s cobblestone abs before shifting targets to his cock and balls.

        AAAAARGHHHHHHH!!!

        Fun screamed and immediately fell to the floor.

Private Fun on the ground

        All the platoon men were surprised at the sudden change in events.

        Shaun rolled Fun over to his back, spread-eagled.

        Shaun removed Fun’s compression shorts and the latter was also going commando underneath. Fun’s alpha cock and his alpha balls were on display for all his subordinates. Any one of them could have easily destroyed the man with how weak he was in that moment, but knew that glory should go to Shaun alone.

        Fun was out cold but his dick showed otherwise. Fun and Shaun were both sporting monster erections. Shaun punched Fun’s huge balls, causing the other to grunt and come back to consciousness.

        Fun realized the predicament he was in and weakly reached out his arms towards Shaun. Shaun immediately punched Fun in his prized abs. God, those abs were still strong even in his weakened state.

        Shaun was going to have fun.

        THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD!!!!

        Shaun started pounding Fun’s abs like nobody had ever done before. He was determined he was unthrone the champion today and show everyone he was the real alpha dog in the platoon.

        With each punch, Fun was groaning like a fool. With each punch, Fun cursed himself for not taking a swift victory like he always had and taunting Shaun instead. With each punch, Fun’s cock throbbed harder and harder.

        UUUUUGHHH!!

        Shaun dug deep into Fun’s solar plexus, wanting his muscled abs to give in, to show that they were fully demolished by his superior opponent.

        Fun was still flexing.

     THUD THUD THUD THUD!!!!

        “No…please….no..more…” Fun moaned weakly.

        “You want more?” Shaun spat out.

        AAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

        The undefeated abs champion Fun felt Shaun’s fist penetrate his prized abdominal muscles. He felt his ab fibres giving way to Shaun’s muscular fist. Shaun’s fist dug about five inches into Fun’s abs. Fun’s cock started pumping out string after string of cum as Shaun dug deeper and deeper into the ex-alpha’s abs, the symbol of his power.

        When he took his fist out, there was a red imprint of his knuckles on Fun’s previously-proud abs. His abs were ruined. He would take months of training to get them back. Strings of his cum were all over his smooth belly, now devoid of the ridges that previously denoted his muscular abs. His abs were caved in. He was humiliated. He was milked by a fucking gut punch by his biggest adversary.

        Shaun prodded Fun’s ruined abs. There was no more muscular tension. Fun didn’t bother to try flexing them anymore as he knew he had lost. His pride had been his downfall.

        Fun looked expressionless as Shaun inserted his thumping cock into Fun’s mouth and started humping the defeated alpha male. Shaun wanted Fun to know for sure that he was the complete loser of the match and that he had been dominated. 

        Fun, now the dethroned alpha man and loser of the fight, started sucking on his alpha master’s dick.

        Shaun flexed his victorious muscles as he humped his prize and started feeling his muscles in all their glory. Fuck yeah! He thought. I’m the strongest fucking man in the world!