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DISCLAIMER/WARNING: The following story contains graphic sex and bondage, and gutpunching between two adults males and a teen male. If you don't like that kind of thing, don't read it. This story appeals only to certain individuals. If you like it I'll accept compliments. Flames will be returned. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, CLOSE THIS FILE NOW. This story is pure fiction. None of it ever happened. Any similarity to people or places in this story is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author. It may be reposted provided proper credit is given. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The Weekend
Chapter One: Friday Evening My father bought a cabin on Round Lake when I was about 3 years old. He wanted me to learn to appreciate nature, and be able to fish and swim, and all that healthy stuff. The cabin was located at the end of a long road, well away from the nearest town. Our nearest neighbors were the residents of a boy's ranch about a mile away. The ranch was a facility where they sent delinquent boys. My father got the cabin and property cheap because the ranch was so close. I guess it used to be the ranch superintendent's house many years ago. It's been 25 years since my dad bought the cabin. Dad's 68 now, and the folks don't come up here much anymore. I'm 28 and dad likes me to use the cabin, so we can keep it maintained.
One of my best friends, Andy, and I have been planning this weekend for a month. Andy and I are both "gutpunchers". That is, we like to get punched in the gut for sexual stimulation. Besides bringing plenty of food and beer, we both brought a couple of items to be used during our weekend of gutpunching. I brought some handcuffs, and Andy brought a stun gun and a pair a sap gloves, gloves that have the knuckles filled with lead powder, used to deliver a sharper punch.
Andy and I arrived at the cabin Late Friday and unpacked. It was a cool fall evening so we grabbed a couple of beers and sat out on the porch and relaxed. Just before bedtime we helped each other do a variety of abdominal exercises so our guts would be firm and ready.
Chapter Two: Saturday Morning Andy and I slept late on Saturday, getting up about noon. After we were dressed and ate, we went outside and split some fire wood as a way of loosening up. After splitting about half a cord we went in and showered together. We rubbed each others body and massaged each others neck and arms. I got out of the shower first and was dried off when Andy was stepping out of the shower. I watched as he dried himself. He swung the towel behind his back and grabbed both ends and pulled it back and forth to dry his back. I noticed that the way he was holding his arms up made his ribs pull up and expose the maximum area possible of his abdomen. As he pulled the towel back and forth I saw his muscles totally relax as he enjoyed the massage from the towel. He had his eyes shut and his head back. I used my right hand to help fold the fingers of my left hand into a fist. I pulled my arm and fist back as far as I could as I wound up my punch. I delivered it with a firm step forward and it impacted with a crack into the concave expanse just above his navel. I felt my fingers surrounded by Andy's flesh as the blow penetrated deep into his soft, relaxed belly. I heard the air exit his lungs with a bold, "Umpf". The force of the punch sent Andy flying backwards and he crashed into the bathroom wall. His arms were still above his shoulders. I used this opportunity to deliver a second punch, a hard thrust that caught him square in the midsection. Andy's body curled over my fist and I used the momentum of his body falling and my arm going up to keep my fist buried in his abdomen, putting all my force into him. As Andy keeled over my hand got folded in his gut and he pulled me down as he fell to the floor. I pulled my hand out and looked at Andy. He was in the fetal position on the floor holding his belly. He looked at me, but didn't say anything. He knew what this weekend was about.
Chapter Three: Saturday Afternoon Andy and I were in the den watching TV. Reception was poor this far north and I was screwing around with the antenna trying to get a better picture. I backed up flat against the wall to demonstrate an idea. I had my arm out to the side as I made my suggestion where to hang the antenna. Andy moved closer and suggested that it might be better if my arms were straight up. I moved my arms upward as he talked. Out of nowhere a solid slug from Andy's right fist landed in my soft stomach. I felt Andy's hand turn as he drove all his weight behind his fist pinning me against the wall. I dropped the antenna. Andy continued to push as hard as he could into my guts as my muscles tried to respond. At 24, Andy was slightly taller and 25 pounds heavier than me, that really gave him the leverage he needed to drive that fist right through me. Andy pulled his fist away and I fell to the floor. The pain shooting down to my toes. Andy asked my if the punch was hard enough. I tried to tell him it was fantastic, but the pain kept my vocal cords from responding.. Andy rolled me over onto my back and sat on my chest with his butt in my face. He reached down and grabbed my crotch and said, "What's the matter, won't it grow?" He pulled down my sweat pants revealing my limp dick. With one hand he grabbed my balls and gave them a tight squeeze causing me to lift my legs up. With his other hand he slammed a clenched fist into the gut area below my navel. "Grow!, Grow!", he demanded. Pounding on my lower gut with his fist as if he was driving a fence post into the ground. He contimued to hammer me, and as I tried to take a breath my gut softened and his hand drove into by bowels creating an internal pain that shot down to my asshole. He must have pounded me 15-20 times before he stopped. My skin burned from his beating. My dick was throbbing and hard and Andy stood to admire it, but only long enough to set up a knee drop. His knee landed into my already sore midsectoin. My gut took the entire 195 pounds of his body. He hit me with such force that some food came up in my throat and I blew it out as the air left my lungs. The pain was phenomenal as he he kept his knee planted into my body. I thought every organ must have been shifted. My dick was now at its hardest. Andy moved down and tickled my testicles. I felt his lips surround my throbbing tool and he sucked my cock for about a minute until I shot a load that landed five feet away. Something about gutpunching just makes me explode. Andy knelt next to me and massaged my gut until the pain subsided. His fingers kneeding my guts like bread dough felt wonderful. Finally Andy stretched out next to me and we embraced sharing a long kiss.
to be continued