That was really hot. Wish i had a friend like that too. Just like you guys my navel is a hot spot and my weakspot. Hit it deep and I’d go down helpless against a belly beatdown.
Hey there, folks. I just wrote a short story focused on gut punching so I figured some of you guys might like it. Not sure if this is the right place to post this kind of thing, though. Be sure to let me know what you think of it :)
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The basement was filled with all kinds of sporting goods. On one side of the room there were dumbbells of varying sizes, arranged neatly on a metal rack. Next to it, closer to the center of the room, was a punching bag dangling from the ceiling. It had definitely seen better days by the look of it. On one corner of the room were columns of rolled-up mats in case anyone was in the mood for some wrestling. This was the basement of Theodore Wood, an amateur boxing athlete and combat sports enthusiast, who was currently standing on the emptier side of the room with his friend Aaron.
“Alright big guy, here comes nothing!”
THWAP!
“Oomph,” Ted grunted. The first punch hit a little harder than expected, but he quickly shrugged it off in preparation for the next one.
THWAP!
This time Ted was prepared and his belly absorbed the punch easily. That big beer belly of his was the one thing that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he exercised. Not that he wanted it to, since it complemented his heavyset frame and people seemed to like it, or at least his secret gut punching friend Aaron did.
THWAP! THWAP!
The sound of boxing gloves hitting flesh was music to his ears. He didn’t know why, but he was always excited about being in the middle of a fight, trying to overpower the other guy even as he tried the same. The thrill of combat, that was the reason why he picked up boxing in the first place.
Then came a blow unlike any of the previous ones. This time the smaller guy used his entire body to deliver a pinpoint strike aimed at the center of his gut. WHOMP! Ted was reeling back from the force of the blow, his back coming into contact with the cold concrete wall. THUD! Another strike quickly followed, weaker this time as the smaller man didn’t put his back into it, yet it still managed to force out a grunt out of the big guy.
Ted looked down at the man that was beating him up. Like a David to his Goliath, Aaron was short and lean and clean-shaved, but damn he could pack a punch. Ted met him online not long after he started his boxing career, just when he started to discover his weird personal kink. It was smooth sailing since their first encounter, the two guys seemed to have some sort of affinity toward each other.
Their eyes met briefly.
Then the beating continued. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Ted grunted as his boyfriend relentlessly pounded his defenseless midsection. All the flexing had left him out of breath, and sweat started to trickle down his beard. No wonder, there was barely any ventilation in the basement.
“Gah!” Ted yelped. The small guy had jammed his elbow right at his belly button and was grinding it out gleefully. He would mention how this was against the rules if only he wasn’t enjoying it so much. He suspected that there was a direct connection between his navel and his pleasure center, as weird as it sounded. Thankfully this never became a problem when he’s in a boxing match due to how wide the gloves are, but pick something pointy and jam it to his belly button and suddenly he would start getting a hard-on. It was his Achilles heel, at least when it came to a gut punching contest like this one.
“How’s my teddy bear liking it?” said Aaron, clearly teasing the big guy.
“Cheater,” said Ted. Despite his best effort, his boxing shorts were already visibly tenting. This was met with a light jab at his groin, not hard enough to cause pain but strong enough to cause Ted to let out some weird moan.
“Damn it, stop hitting my balls or I’ll stop the contest,” said Ted.
“Aw, you’re no fun,” said Aaron. He gave one final tap at the big guy’s raging hard-on before getting back into a more formal boxing stance. He wasn’t a boxer himself but he had learned one or two things from his boyfriend.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
THWAP! THWAP!
WHAM!
“Oof!” Ted doubled over. His chin resting on Aaron’s shoulder even as he instinctively clinched the smaller guy. There was no time for rest, however, and he just continued punching the now vulnerable target.
“Mmph!” Ted grunted as his gut endured punches after punches. His body jerked slightly whenever the boxing gloves hit him like a punching bag. His arm sliding up and down against the sweaty back of his assaulter. Then the punches stopped coming.
Ted felt one of the gloves touching his hairy chest, pushing him back against the wall. As he leaned his head back he saw the clear blue eyes of his boyfriend. There was a pause. At that moment there was only the sound of two men breathing heavily, staring at each other’s eyes. Even without saying anything Ted knew what his boyfriend was saying. This is it, I’m ready to claim my prize, I’m ready for you.
Aaron stepped back and launched himself forward, putting all of his weight into the end of his boxing glove, hitting the battered wall of fat and muscle with a resounding thud that echoed around the private chamber like a battering ram breaking the castle gate. Ted could feel it too, a punch so hard he could almost feel his innards being shaken along with his entire being. Unable to form any coherent sentence, he doubled over and let out some gurgling noise before succumbing to his knees and then shortly afterwards let himself be taken completely by gravity.
Aaron smiled as he looked over his handiwork. He slipped one foot under the fallen mountain of a man and flipped him over. He knew his boyfriend was just pretending but damn he looked so hot being knocked out like this. He placed one foot on top of the beaten man’s bruised belly, raised his arm, and started counting. “One… Two…”
“Nine... Ten! And here’s your winner and new champion... Aaron Corbin!” said Aaron.
Ted opened his eyes to the sight of his boyfriend towering over him with a victory pose. Even though this was supposed to be a play fight he could feel his midsection hurting all over. His boyfriend was learning too quickly. Then again, seeing that smiling face sure made it all worth it.
“And if you don’t mind, the champ wants his reward now,” said Aaron, winking at Ted.
“Sure thing,” said Ted as he got back up on his feet. “But let’s finish in the bedroom, shall we?” Without waiting for a reply, Ted wrapped his meaty arms around Aaron’s midsection and lifted him up on his shoulder.
Jcanthony (12 )
24/12/2021 00:52That was really hot. Wish i had a friend like that too. Just like you guys my navel is a hot spot and my weakspot. Hit it deep and I’d go down helpless against a belly beatdown.
Gutboxer (48)
05/2/2019 16:40Really enjoyed that and would like a Puncher boyfriend like That!
musclepunch (3)
03/2/2019 22:24HOT HOT story!!! Love it! I hope there will be more!
Gutpuncher2013 (12)
03/2/2019 06:02good story, hope to see more!
beargriss (0)
02/2/2019 05:51===
Author's Note
Hey there, folks. I just wrote a short story focused on gut punching so I figured some of you guys might like it. Not sure if this is the right place to post this kind of thing, though. Be sure to let me know what you think of it :)
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The basement was filled with all kinds of sporting goods. On one side of the room there were dumbbells of varying sizes, arranged neatly on a metal rack. Next to it, closer to the center of the room, was a punching bag dangling from the ceiling. It had definitely seen better days by the look of it. On one corner of the room were columns of rolled-up mats in case anyone was in the mood for some wrestling. This was the basement of Theodore Wood, an amateur boxing athlete and combat sports enthusiast, who was currently standing on the emptier side of the room with his friend Aaron.
“Alright big guy, here comes nothing!”
THWAP!
“Oomph,” Ted grunted. The first punch hit a little harder than expected, but he quickly shrugged it off in preparation for the next one.
THWAP!
This time Ted was prepared and his belly absorbed the punch easily. That big beer belly of his was the one thing that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he exercised. Not that he wanted it to, since it complemented his heavyset frame and people seemed to like it, or at least his secret gut punching friend Aaron did.
THWAP! THWAP!
The sound of boxing gloves hitting flesh was music to his ears. He didn’t know why, but he was always excited about being in the middle of a fight, trying to overpower the other guy even as he tried the same. The thrill of combat, that was the reason why he picked up boxing in the first place.
Then came a blow unlike any of the previous ones. This time the smaller guy used his entire body to deliver a pinpoint strike aimed at the center of his gut. WHOMP! Ted was reeling back from the force of the blow, his back coming into contact with the cold concrete wall. THUD! Another strike quickly followed, weaker this time as the smaller man didn’t put his back into it, yet it still managed to force out a grunt out of the big guy.
Ted looked down at the man that was beating him up. Like a David to his Goliath, Aaron was short and lean and clean-shaved, but damn he could pack a punch. Ted met him online not long after he started his boxing career, just when he started to discover his weird personal kink. It was smooth sailing since their first encounter, the two guys seemed to have some sort of affinity toward each other.
Their eyes met briefly.
Then the beating continued. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Ted grunted as his boyfriend relentlessly pounded his defenseless midsection. All the flexing had left him out of breath, and sweat started to trickle down his beard. No wonder, there was barely any ventilation in the basement.
“Gah!” Ted yelped. The small guy had jammed his elbow right at his belly button and was grinding it out gleefully. He would mention how this was against the rules if only he wasn’t enjoying it so much. He suspected that there was a direct connection between his navel and his pleasure center, as weird as it sounded. Thankfully this never became a problem when he’s in a boxing match due to how wide the gloves are, but pick something pointy and jam it to his belly button and suddenly he would start getting a hard-on. It was his Achilles heel, at least when it came to a gut punching contest like this one.
“How’s my teddy bear liking it?” said Aaron, clearly teasing the big guy.
“Cheater,” said Ted. Despite his best effort, his boxing shorts were already visibly tenting. This was met with a light jab at his groin, not hard enough to cause pain but strong enough to cause Ted to let out some weird moan.
“Damn it, stop hitting my balls or I’ll stop the contest,” said Ted.
“Aw, you’re no fun,” said Aaron. He gave one final tap at the big guy’s raging hard-on before getting back into a more formal boxing stance. He wasn’t a boxer himself but he had learned one or two things from his boyfriend.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
THWAP! THWAP!
WHAM!
“Oof!” Ted doubled over. His chin resting on Aaron’s shoulder even as he instinctively clinched the smaller guy. There was no time for rest, however, and he just continued punching the now vulnerable target.
“Mmph!” Ted grunted as his gut endured punches after punches. His body jerked slightly whenever the boxing gloves hit him like a punching bag. His arm sliding up and down against the sweaty back of his assaulter. Then the punches stopped coming.
Ted felt one of the gloves touching his hairy chest, pushing him back against the wall. As he leaned his head back he saw the clear blue eyes of his boyfriend. There was a pause. At that moment there was only the sound of two men breathing heavily, staring at each other’s eyes. Even without saying anything Ted knew what his boyfriend was saying. This is it, I’m ready to claim my prize, I’m ready for you.
Aaron stepped back and launched himself forward, putting all of his weight into the end of his boxing glove, hitting the battered wall of fat and muscle with a resounding thud that echoed around the private chamber like a battering ram breaking the castle gate. Ted could feel it too, a punch so hard he could almost feel his innards being shaken along with his entire being. Unable to form any coherent sentence, he doubled over and let out some gurgling noise before succumbing to his knees and then shortly afterwards let himself be taken completely by gravity.
Aaron smiled as he looked over his handiwork. He slipped one foot under the fallen mountain of a man and flipped him over. He knew his boyfriend was just pretending but damn he looked so hot being knocked out like this. He placed one foot on top of the beaten man’s bruised belly, raised his arm, and started counting. “One… Two…”
“Nine... Ten! And here’s your winner and new champion... Aaron Corbin!” said Aaron.
Ted opened his eyes to the sight of his boyfriend towering over him with a victory pose. Even though this was supposed to be a play fight he could feel his midsection hurting all over. His boyfriend was learning too quickly. Then again, seeing that smiling face sure made it all worth it.
“And if you don’t mind, the champ wants his reward now,” said Aaron, winking at Ted.
“Sure thing,” said Ted as he got back up on his feet. “But let’s finish in the bedroom, shall we?” Without waiting for a reply, Ted wrapped his meaty arms around Aaron’s midsection and lifted him up on his shoulder.
It’s time for round two.
=== END ===
Belly Punch (3)
23/12/2021 01:40(em resposta à...)
That was awesome 😎 My belly button is linked to my dick as well and I love taking it in my big belly! Thanks for sharing.
Belly Punch (3)
23/12/2021 01:40(em resposta à...)
That was awesome 😎 My belly button is linked to my dick as well and I love taking it in my big belly! Thanks for sharing.
Inthegut2 (13)
04/2/2019 05:26(em resposta à...)
Hot story!