Showing posts with label gutpunch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gutpunch. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Two Short First to Cum Stories: Cop (34) vs Shoplifter (22) and Liberal Latin DILF (45) vs Conservative Twunk (22)

    Hey everyone! It's been a while since I posted anything on this blog. Here are two short first to cum stories I wrote as a response to a prompt I came across on Reddit. There's a new subreddit r/GayGutpunching focussed entirely on gutpunching. Go join it if you're interested!

    If you've never heard of a first to cum or sexfight match, the objective is basically to force the other man in the match to have an orgasm first by jerking him off and assert your superior masculinity and manhood over him. First to cum matches really turn me on just like gutpunching does because I think the two have so much to do with asserting dominance and alpha-hood while humiliating your opponent in the most primal and basic ways that anyone can understand. I've of course tried to add some gutpunching elements to the stories. Hope you enjoy 😉💦


STORY ONE: COP (34) VS SHOPLIFTER (22)

  


  Sizing the shoplifter up, the cop thinks that he’s going to make another easy victim. He has been offering small time crooks a way out if they could best him in a first to cum loses match. But of the dozens of criminals he’s faced off against, none have been able to milk his cop cock. His domination over them begins from the physical assessment when they’re taken into the police station: criminals are told to strip naked so the police officers can check for any concealed weapons. During this time, he was feeling up the shoplifter’s muscles. He’s got some solid muscles, he thinks to himself, freely touching the shoplifter’s biceps, pecs, and abs during the check. The cop scoffs to himself when he sees the shoplifter’s tiny dick. Sure, it’s flaccid, but it’s still only about two inches long. This is going to be easy, the cop thinks. So assured of his victory, he probes the offender’s asshole tantalisingly.

    Feeling the touch of the cop’s finger go further up his hole than expected, the shoplifter shouts, “What the fuck!” The cop immediately presses his hand against the shoplifter’s mouth to silence him so the rest of the station doesn’t hear.

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

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.”

Wednesday, January 17, 2024

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.

Monday, September 4, 2023

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. 

Wednesday, March 15, 2023

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.

Sunday, July 11, 2021

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

Thursday, October 1, 2020

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. 

Monday, November 4, 2019

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.

Friday, September 6, 2019

Challenging the Alpha

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.

To be continued?