A GUT PUNCHING STORY THAT SOMEONE WROTE TO ME A FEW YEARS AGO...
You're working late some night. Everyone else has left for the three-day weekend. You come out of the rest room, headed back to your desk. I surprise you with a punch to the gut that goes in deep because you had no idea it was coming and you weren't even partially flexed to protect your stomach from it. You double over, but before you can go down, I grab the collar of your shirt and pull your arms together behind your back, throwing you up against the wall. I slam in three or four more brutally hard shots that plow DEEP into your gut and hammer all of the air out of you, making you like a rag doll.
I drag you to the elevator (or stairwell) and take you down to the basement level, into the furnace/electrical room. If anybody SHOULD come back to the office for any reason, they'll never find us here. I throw you to the floor and lock the door as you writhe on the floor and try to pull yourself together. You make it to your hands and knees, but it's all in vain ... as I send a quick kick into your gut that crumples you into a heap. Before you know it, I'm on top of you from behind, grabbing your tie and pulling it around backwards. Your hands go up to try and loosen it, but I lock my legs around your body and I roll over on my back, with you above, and reach around to slam a few more vicious shots into your already aching gut.
As you lay there moaning, I forcefully yank off your tie, my legs wrapped around your body from behind and squeezing your throbbing gut. You're too dazed and in too much gut pain to resist as I pull your arms over your head and tie your wrists together with your tie.
I slam a few more hard shots into your stomach, getting off on your grunts and moans with your body pulled tight against mine ... and feeling your gut heaving and tring to flex … then I pull you to your feet.
I throw the free end of your tie over one of the ceiling pipes and hoist your body up until your feet are nearly off the floor. You look amazing hanging there for me in the dim light of a single energy-saving light bulb (earlier that day I unscrewed all the others to prepare for this scene). Your once crisply ironed light blue shirt is now crumpled and marked with dirt from the floor. I can actually see definitely imprints in the fabric from where my fists connected with your gut. I slam in about ten more shots, just to watch more "dents" form in the fabric. Man, I'm getting off on this. You slowly lift your chin up off your chest with a punch-drunk look as I walk forward and grab your collar with both hands, pulling you up into my face.
"Tonight is going to be a night you never forget, man. And a night your gut is going to take WEEKS to recover from." While grabbing the right shoulder of your shirt with one hand, I slam in a few hard punches into your gut to emphasize what I've said. The top button of your shirt pops off on the second punch, and the sound of fabric ripping is clearly heard as I drive in the forth and fifth ones…
I reach up with both hands where the rip has started at your shoulder and I finish the job, ripping your right sleeve off the shoulder area and pulling it slightly up your restrained arm. I then begin ripping it at the seam all the way up to the cuff and around it, until the sleeve is free in my hand, but the cuff is still wrapped around your bound wrist.
I walk behind you and press my body hard up against yours. You can feel something hard in my dress slacks as it presses up against your tightened butt cheeks. Suddenly, you feel the material of your ripped sleeve being forced into your mouth as I pull it forcibly back and tie it behind your neck.
"Just until we're sure everyone is gone, I'll need to keep those sexy grunts and moans muffled, buddy," I say from behind as my hands reach around a strongly explore your chest and aching stomach muscles. I connect my hands low, right at your navel, like I'm doing a Heimlich Maneuver on your belly, and give you some hard thrusts. I can feel you trying to flex your stomach muscles for protection as each thrust elicits an amazing moan that just makes me even harder. I finally release my hold and my hands now explore further down your body from behind.
"Nice to see I'm not the only one who's getting off on this," I whisper in your ear as you struggle.
I walk around in front of you and carefully, deliberately remove my tie and my shirt, folding them neatly and placing them on a box in the corner. As I walk back into the light you notice my body: a nice chest and strong arms, and a well muscled stomach … one that is covered with bruises and red marks. I see your eyes lingering on the "battle scars" of my last beating.
"Yeah, I paid three big muscle boys to work over my stomach last weekend. I get off on the gut pain. So, I paid them for 'no mercy' ... and they definitely gave me my money's worth."
I walk close up into your face.
"Don't worry, your gut beating from me is totally free…"
Without warning my fists begin hammering into your gut, rights and lefts, pounding muffled grunts out of you. I work you over slowly, taking my time, savoring each grunt, as my fists tear into your stomach … and literally begin tearing up your shirt.
I SO want to see your skin – your sexy, stretched out navel – watch them grow redder and redder as my fists do their damage. But the game for me is that I have to BEAT the shirt off of you, my punches have to take apart the cloth as my hits take apart your stomach muscles. I angle some of the punches across your gut so that the fabric stretches and the buttons begin to rip off, one by one. As my fists continue hammering into your belly, I now catch occasional glimpses of your sexy stomach as the cloth jerks and flaps with each hit into your body. Behind the crumples of fabric I can now see the red knuckle marks of my punches on your stretched out and wide open gut. Oh, man, yessss! But I want to see more. Much more.
"Damn, this is going to be a really long and painful night for you, buddy."
I consider myself a human punching bag. Basically, you can improve your punching skills and workout, using my body as a punching bag. Anything you dish out, my stomach takes.
Hi chaps I live in the UK and would happily get. Gut punched navel to lower belly when finished start some navel abuse.not much action for me it more popular in Asia and USA ,still I hope one day
Yeah, I love being a human punching bag. Had a sh1t day at work? Here’s my stomach, make it groan! And don’t worry, I won’t be dodging the punches (or kicks, or knee drops or whatever else you fancy throwing at it) - I’ll stand (or lay down or get stretched out - your choice) as you instruct and let you take your time to methodically work over my stomach. I’ll even relax my abs if you’d like, feel them soften as you hit them and the air forced out as I gasp - the puncher (the dom) is in charge.
I’ve met a ton of guys over the years - just wish there were more genuine GP’ers out there - we’re a rare breed :-)
Body hanging, hands tied up, shirtless, chest and stomach clearly exposed. Light blows with boxing gloves begin - 5-10 minutes of warm-up. Stomach and chest punches. Increasing the power of blows gradually, endurance. At least an hour session.
I dig your bondage setup. I slug with my bare knuckled fists, no gloves, because I like the feeling of my fist coming in direct contact with my guy's stomach. Plus, punchee's stomach skin reddens faster bare knuckled. Only ONE hour of nonstop gut punches? How about THREE...test his limits, wear him down. 👊💥🥵🔥
Agree. I like to deliver nonstop gut slugs for hours, test limits. See how much a guy can take. I enjoy listening to his moans & groans of pain & pleasure..."Bring it on!" 👊💥🥵🔥
I would like an all night session with your SEXY BODY tied to a wall. I would punch your gut nonstop, aim for your NAVEL with some slugs to your lower abdominals. When I am done, your stomach skin would be nicely reddened and SORE. Before I untie your wrists from the wall, I would kneel in front of you, dig my tongue DEEP into your NAVEL, work it HARD with my hands, mouth, tongue and TEETH. Leave marks for you to show off proudly to your next Gutpuncher! 👊🏻👊🏻💥🥵🔥
wow that finale was so good and hot.ive never heard a punisher that after licking, screwing navel with your finger then biting the navel area. wish someday we meet and after punching my lower ab and navel area you will do that to me. that is pain and pleasure for me.i wish i can find a gut punisher like you here in my country. it such a nice idea that i must experience.
I want to be a human punching bag until I cannot stand up. Then switch and I beat the other guy. Then switch until someone cannot go on and the one left standing is the winner
Just keep in mind that generalization aren't necessarily always wrong. They can serve as positive or negative. They're only bad when they're used as a prejudice – to restrict someone or an entire group for access to opportunities, privileges and resources.
You missed the point (not surprising). His native tongue is not English, moreover the term 'human punching bag' is an idiom, not easily translatable using computerized translation.
What I have found in my 'considerable' lifetime, is that Americans are raised to be ignorant and egotistical, to have almost no perspective. I find it very difficult to learn another language, and so thus am immensely impressed with those who not only make the effort, but eventually achieve the ability to converse in English not an easy language to learn.
It has zero to do with his not having any meetups thus far.
Well said. People tend to forget that communication is a fine art, even when its between two or more people from the exact same culture. Mix cultures, and that process can become exponentially more difficult. Even worse, when its over the web and people don't use standard language terminology.
As for the meetups, once they make the reference, their mind is already made up. In all my years I've learned that people will believe what they wish to believe and nothing anyone else says is going to change that.
Punked Preppy (1 )
25/9/2023 19:53A GUT PUNCHING STORY THAT SOMEONE WROTE TO ME A FEW YEARS AGO...
You're working late some night. Everyone else has left for the three-day weekend. You come out of the rest room, headed back to your desk. I surprise you with a punch to the gut that goes in deep because you had no idea it was coming and you weren't even partially flexed to protect your stomach from it. You double over, but before you can go down, I grab the collar of your shirt and pull your arms together behind your back, throwing you up against the wall. I slam in three or four more brutally hard shots that plow DEEP into your gut and hammer all of the air out of you, making you like a rag doll.
I drag you to the elevator (or stairwell) and take you down to the basement level, into the furnace/electrical room. If anybody SHOULD come back to the office for any reason, they'll never find us here. I throw you to the floor and lock the door as you writhe on the floor and try to pull yourself together. You make it to your hands and knees, but it's all in vain ... as I send a quick kick into your gut that crumples you into a heap. Before you know it, I'm on top of you from behind, grabbing your tie and pulling it around backwards. Your hands go up to try and loosen it, but I lock my legs around your body and I roll over on my back, with you above, and reach around to slam a few more vicious shots into your already aching gut.
As you lay there moaning, I forcefully yank off your tie, my legs wrapped around your body from behind and squeezing your throbbing gut. You're too dazed and in too much gut pain to resist as I pull your arms over your head and tie your wrists together with your tie.
I slam a few more hard shots into your stomach, getting off on your grunts and moans with your body pulled tight against mine ... and feeling your gut heaving and tring to flex … then I pull you to your feet.
I throw the free end of your tie over one of the ceiling pipes and hoist your body up until your feet are nearly off the floor. You look amazing hanging there for me in the dim light of a single energy-saving light bulb (earlier that day I unscrewed all the others to prepare for this scene). Your once crisply ironed light blue shirt is now crumpled and marked with dirt from the floor. I can actually see definitely imprints in the fabric from where my fists connected with your gut. I slam in about ten more shots, just to watch more "dents" form in the fabric. Man, I'm getting off on this. You slowly lift your chin up off your chest with a punch-drunk look as I walk forward and grab your collar with both hands, pulling you up into my face.
"Tonight is going to be a night you never forget, man. And a night your gut is going to take WEEKS to recover from." While grabbing the right shoulder of your shirt with one hand, I slam in a few hard punches into your gut to emphasize what I've said. The top button of your shirt pops off on the second punch, and the sound of fabric ripping is clearly heard as I drive in the forth and fifth ones…
I reach up with both hands where the rip has started at your shoulder and I finish the job, ripping your right sleeve off the shoulder area and pulling it slightly up your restrained arm. I then begin ripping it at the seam all the way up to the cuff and around it, until the sleeve is free in my hand, but the cuff is still wrapped around your bound wrist.
I walk behind you and press my body hard up against yours. You can feel something hard in my dress slacks as it presses up against your tightened butt cheeks. Suddenly, you feel the material of your ripped sleeve being forced into your mouth as I pull it forcibly back and tie it behind your neck.
"Just until we're sure everyone is gone, I'll need to keep those sexy grunts and moans muffled, buddy," I say from behind as my hands reach around a strongly explore your chest and aching stomach muscles. I connect my hands low, right at your navel, like I'm doing a Heimlich Maneuver on your belly, and give you some hard thrusts. I can feel you trying to flex your stomach muscles for protection as each thrust elicits an amazing moan that just makes me even harder. I finally release my hold and my hands now explore further down your body from behind.
"Nice to see I'm not the only one who's getting off on this," I whisper in your ear as you struggle.
I walk around in front of you and carefully, deliberately remove my tie and my shirt, folding them neatly and placing them on a box in the corner. As I walk back into the light you notice my body: a nice chest and strong arms, and a well muscled stomach … one that is covered with bruises and red marks. I see your eyes lingering on the "battle scars" of my last beating.
"Yeah, I paid three big muscle boys to work over my stomach last weekend. I get off on the gut pain. So, I paid them for 'no mercy' ... and they definitely gave me my money's worth."
I walk close up into your face.
"Don't worry, your gut beating from me is totally free…"
Without warning my fists begin hammering into your gut, rights and lefts, pounding muffled grunts out of you. I work you over slowly, taking my time, savoring each grunt, as my fists tear into your stomach … and literally begin tearing up your shirt.
I SO want to see your skin – your sexy, stretched out navel – watch them grow redder and redder as my fists do their damage. But the game for me is that I have to BEAT the shirt off of you, my punches have to take apart the cloth as my hits take apart your stomach muscles. I angle some of the punches across your gut so that the fabric stretches and the buttons begin to rip off, one by one. As my fists continue hammering into your belly, I now catch occasional glimpses of your sexy stomach as the cloth jerks and flaps with each hit into your body. Behind the crumples of fabric I can now see the red knuckle marks of my punches on your stretched out and wide open gut. Oh, man, yessss! But I want to see more. Much more.
"Damn, this is going to be a really long and painful night for you, buddy."
And the punches continue
rockerboa22 (0)
22/9/2023 13:49Is there anyone in France who needs punching bag?
Leopard (1)
22/9/2023 06:53I consider myself a human punching bag. Basically, you can improve your punching skills and workout, using my body as a punching bag. Anything you dish out, my stomach takes.
Gutplay1960 (0)
21/9/2023 10:24Hi chaps I live in the UK and would happily get. Gut punched navel to lower belly when finished start some navel abuse.not much action for me it more popular in Asia and USA ,still I hope one day
pshawfocus (106 )
20/9/2023 22:17Yeah, I love being a human punching bag. Had a sh1t day at work? Here’s my stomach, make it groan! And don’t worry, I won’t be dodging the punches (or kicks, or knee drops or whatever else you fancy throwing at it) - I’ll stand (or lay down or get stretched out - your choice) as you instruct and let you take your time to methodically work over my stomach. I’ll even relax my abs if you’d like, feel them soften as you hit them and the air forced out as I gasp - the puncher (the dom) is in charge.
I’ve met a ton of guys over the years - just wish there were more genuine GP’ers out there - we’re a rare breed :-)
GutsGoBoom (13)
08/7/2023 05:57I love being a punching bag. I just wish I could be one regularly
Gutboxer (48)
10/7/2023 16:37(em resposta à...)
Yes having met you at the Vegas GutPunch Gathering I wish the same thing Buddy.
GutsGoBoom (13)
13/7/2023 12:00(em resposta à...)
We should have gut punched each other more when we had the chance! I miss it
JlemJoJo (2)
21/5/2023 01:07I would love to be tied up and tortured in that way.
GutPunchBG (4 )
13/5/2023 05:39Body hanging, hands tied up, shirtless, chest and stomach clearly exposed. Light blows with boxing gloves begin - 5-10 minutes of warm-up. Stomach and chest punches. Increasing the power of blows gradually, endurance. At least an hour session.
FistsInGut (10)
12/7/2023 03:53(em resposta à...)
Yes please!!
GPNavelPuncher (0)
10/7/2023 10:35(em resposta à...)
I dig your bondage setup. I slug with my bare knuckled fists, no gloves, because I like the feeling of my fist coming in direct contact with my guy's stomach. Plus, punchee's stomach skin reddens faster bare knuckled. Only ONE hour of nonstop gut punches? How about THREE...test his limits, wear him down. 👊💥🥵🔥
Jitsfighter (11 )
08/7/2023 11:25(em resposta à...)
Wish we was closer
Juggernaut (0)
23/9/2023 05:34(em resposta à...)
That distance is the bane of my existence.
GutpunchMexico (10 )
15/5/2023 05:32(em resposta à...)
I like all night sessions. 10, 12, 14 hrs
Juggernaut (0)
23/9/2023 05:46(em resposta à...)
That night must be north of the arctic circle. 🤪 But I have no objections.
GPNavelPuncher (0)
10/7/2023 10:43(em resposta à...)
Agree. I like to deliver nonstop gut slugs for hours, test limits. See how much a guy can take. I enjoy listening to his moans & groans of pain & pleasure..."Bring it on!" 👊💥🥵🔥
Juggernaut (0)
23/9/2023 05:43(em resposta à...)
Sound effects notwithstanding (save the sound of the impact), the idea of a marathon session would put one in an equally long state of tranquility.
Ozpuncher (16)
10/7/2023 03:04(em resposta à...)
Absolutely., stamina & hammering each others gut for hrs. Count me in 😈👊
Juggernaut (0)
23/9/2023 05:36(em resposta à...)
Such a pleasant pastime, I really do think. Especially when its shared equally.
GPNavelPuncher (0)
25/5/2023 10:39(em resposta à...)
I would like an all night session with your SEXY BODY tied to a wall. I would punch your gut nonstop, aim for your NAVEL with some slugs to your lower abdominals. When I am done, your stomach skin would be nicely reddened and SORE. Before I untie your wrists from the wall, I would kneel in front of you, dig my tongue DEEP into your NAVEL, work it HARD with my hands, mouth, tongue and TEETH. Leave marks for you to show off proudly to your next Gutpuncher! 👊🏻👊🏻💥🥵🔥
GutclawerHunter (3)
24/7/2023 11:22(em resposta à...)
wow that finale was so good and hot.ive never heard a punisher that after licking, screwing navel with your finger then biting the navel area. wish someday we meet and after punching my lower ab and navel area you will do that to me. that is pain and pleasure for me.i wish i can find a gut punisher like you here in my country. it such a nice idea that i must experience.
wa rassler (4)
13/5/2023 09:22(em resposta à...)
I want to be a human punching bag until I cannot stand up. Then switch and I beat the other guy. Then switch until someone cannot go on and the one left standing is the winner
buscapanza (4)
12/5/2023 14:41Mmmm... I will try with my round belly. Perfect for your fists doesnt hurt.
Juggernaut (0)
11/5/2023 18:00The abs focused ultimate test of endurance, stamina, and will. At least, that's how I see it.
ruffguystuff (1)
12/5/2023 15:56(em resposta à...)
well put👍👊
Stephen (1 )
10/5/2023 13:25What’s Human punching bag?
blacknight915 (11)
08/7/2023 01:20(em resposta à...)
Someone who likes to get punished
Solidbelly64 (0)
14/5/2023 05:36(em resposta à...)
Pure ignorance
workovertheguy (10)
06/7/2023 02:07(em resposta à...)
If referring to Stephen, was a mean comment, but all too typical American.
Kureitondesu (14 )
06/7/2023 20:35(em resposta à...)
I don't know if I'd generalize to all Americans, just trolls with no past opponents like that guy. Generalizing is just as rude. ;)
Juggernaut (0)
23/9/2023 05:33(em resposta à...)
Just keep in mind that generalization aren't necessarily always wrong. They can serve as positive or negative. They're only bad when they're used as a prejudice – to restrict someone or an entire group for access to opportunities, privileges and resources.
workovertheguy (10)
06/7/2023 22:23(em resposta à...)
You missed the point (not surprising). His native tongue is not English, moreover the term 'human punching bag' is an idiom, not easily translatable using computerized translation.
What I have found in my 'considerable' lifetime, is that Americans are raised to be ignorant and egotistical, to have almost no perspective. I find it very difficult to learn another language, and so thus am immensely impressed with those who not only make the effort, but eventually achieve the ability to converse in English not an easy language to learn.
It has zero to do with his not having any meetups thus far.
Juggernaut (0)
23/9/2023 05:30(em resposta à...)
Well said. People tend to forget that communication is a fine art, even when its between two or more people from the exact same culture. Mix cultures, and that process can become exponentially more difficult. Even worse, when its over the web and people don't use standard language terminology.
As for the meetups, once they make the reference, their mind is already made up. In all my years I've learned that people will believe what they wish to believe and nothing anyone else says is going to change that.
bxglove (1)
10/5/2023 14:28(em resposta à...)
Letting a guy beat the fuck out of you. And you see how much you can take.
GPNavelPuncher (0)
09/7/2023 13:43(em resposta à...)
Well said! 👊💥🥵
ruffguystuff (1)
12/5/2023 15:57(em resposta à...)
always a fun exercise
hardabs1 (23)
12/5/2023 07:13(em resposta à...)
I love being a man's personal human punching bag!