16: Buck (Fiji)

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Greetings from Fiji.

You read that right: Fiji. When you work for a multibillion-dollar consultancy firm, sometimes the office raffle contains something insane as a prize, like a trip to fucking Fiji.

Guess who won?

I’ve been here a full day now. I spent my first evening getting settled in after a long day of travel. Tested out my bed, got comfortable exploring room service, and went for a swim. I’ve never been to Fiji before and this is better than I could have imagined.

As night two began to set in, I headed out to the beachside bar down the trail from my wing of the resort. In vacation mode, I slipped some shorts on after having been lounging nude in my room for a part of the afternoon – just a pair of linen shorts and a belt – no shirt on account of the gentle sea breeze wafting over the beach. Didn’t hurt that there didn’t seem to be any children around, so I didn’t see the harm in lightly cruising the men using my own body on display as bait.

The bar was mostly square, with seats on all sides and the bartenders in the middle. Seating was generous, with most guests relaxing at the beach and only a few of us at the bar looking to place our orders.

I considered the menu, which was clearly catered to tourists. As I settled on a whisky sour (on the beach, I know), I noticed the woman across the bar was setting her gaze on me. I smiled politely, but turned away. At the other end of the side of the bar the woman was at, was a man. He was handsome and rugged in appearance, with a bleached buzzcut and beefy, rugby-like build.

I glanced back to the woman who’d made eyes at me, wondering if I was still in her crosshairs. I wasn’t; she’d settled now on an incredibly hot dad bod I’d already clocked, who was now approaching the bar – and appeared to be making eyes right back at her.

When I shifted focus back to the bleach-blond man I’d noticed before, he was gone.

Fuck.

But then, from the corner of my eye, there he was. He’d walked around the bar and was now approaching me directly. That hot rugby build was nice and hairy, no shirt covering it, revealing a southern cross tattoo on his side.

“‘Ey, mate,” he said, extending his hand to me. “I’m Buck.”

I shook his hand with a smile and a firm grip. “Leo.”

His accent was Australian, but I didn’t ask from where. The anonymity was hot – both of us were from elsewhere on the globe and just happened to appear in the same resort at the same time, likely to never see each other again. I found it somehow seedy, in a sexy way. I wanted to see where this would go. No last names, no hometowns. Just a hairy muscle bro in front of me who thought I was handsome enough for him to come introduce himself.

I took a seat at the bar and offered the next one over to Buck, who enthusiastically accepted it.

He asked questions about my trip, but I think he enjoyed the anonymity, too – his line of questioning stayed fairly close:

How long was your flight here?

Where’s the accent from, the States or Canada?

We ordered a second round of drinks.

How’s your room?

Did your room have a cocktail waiting for you?

…and a third round of drinks.

Did you notice how attractive the concierge was?

What’s your view from your balcony?

Nothing deeper than what had taken place in the last 24 hours. As we ordered another round of drinks, we realized we were each on our fourth. We walked to the beach as the sun was taking her final plunge beneath the horizon line. Most of the sunbathers had left, either off to dinner or back to the common rooms for games, or perhaps to the spa.

“Leo, what’s say we find some privacy… over there, maybe.”

Buck pointed down the sandbar to a large rock formation – the only rocks visible in any direction, as everything else was white sand, water, the resort, and forest beyond that. I agreed, setting the two of us out for a walk toward the rocks. I knew this could only go one direction – he wanted to fuck, I assumed. Makeout, at least. But satisfy some carnal desire, for sure.

The rocks were taller than we were. They had been smoothed by ocean and millennia, the sides of them flat and sheeny and if we walked behind them, we were invisible to anyone back at the resort. Stumbling into the enclave with faces and chests that were a nice shade of cherry red thanks to our four cocktails each, we were finally alone. I palmed the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. He returned the effort, moaning as he did.

“Are you drunk?” Buck chuckled, his forehead against mine.

“No, not drunk. Just tipsy,” I giggled back.

“You’re off your tits, mate,” he laughed.

“You are too–”

“I know it–”

We continued to share a gentle laugh as we kissed. Around us was just a silent breeze, the moonlight gently prancing on the pleasant swells of the sea, and the faintest music coming from somewhere back at the resort.

I felt Buck’s buff body as we kissed, tracing his Adonis belt with my fingers. I ran my hands through the fur on his belly and quickly – gently – fingered his navel, to which he replied with a moan. His hands were equally curious about my own physique. As I explored his hefty pecs, he grabbed each of my own pecs and squeezed them.

“Fuck, these pecs are fuckin thick, aye,” he said, pulling away from making out with me just long enough to work his mouth down to my nipples, which he worked for a few moments before coming back up to kiss me once again.

His hands ventured southward, first inspecting my cock through my shorts, which was already hard. Then back up to my belly, which I flexed for him. He moaned as he kissed me, while he explored my abs with his hands before backing his face away from mine.

He put his hands on my hips and drew them toward him, elongating my abs just a bit to view them more clearly, then traced them with his fingers. He delivered six light punches – so, so light – to each individual abdominal muscle of my six pack while exhaling his breath like one does when he’s in awe of something.

My ego didn’t care about that, though – I was just so turned on, even by the light little punches, that I allowed my head to fall back as I exhaled, too – but in the kind of way one does when he’s really into something.

“Oh, you liked that, huh?”

“Fuck yeah, I did – play with my abs, I love it,” I whispered back as I brought him in for another kiss. As he kissed me back, a growl reverberated from his throat, as if a level of aggression was brewing.

“Fuckin hot, mate,” he said. “A tough cunt like you–” he hammered his fist against my abs once, but not like a punch; more like a test of their marble hardness “with muscular abs like these–” another hammering of his fist against my abs “–should be tested–” another solid hammering “–and their strength–” THUD “–honored and appreciated by his fellow man, yeah?”

“As often as possible,” I answered him assuredly with my baritone voice, still peering into his eyes, brown like beautiful driftwood ripped from a lost ship, washed up from the vast ocean and into my eager hands here in the Pacific.

“That’s what men are for,” he dipped his head down to look at my abs close-up as he dragged his closed fist down them. “Or you can play with mine,” the counter offered as he stood tall again, meeting my gaze.

Oh?

“Anything you say,” I replied, kissing his neck, pecs, and finally, his abs. I tongued his deep navel for a moment, which I heard him let out a soft moan in response to.

“Use your fists, mate,” he said. “I’m tough. I can take it.”

He began rubbing his cock through his shorts and I couldn’t believe my luck. Only day two in Fiji and I found a guy into gut play? In any case, he didn’t have to tell me twice.

I traced his Adonis belt again before placing a finger in his navel and pressing in, making him moan again. I let out a growl of my own.

“Show me your hands.” Buck did as he was told. I took his wrists in my big left paw and pinned him to the rocks behind him, his hands over his head. With our faces only inches apart, we locked eyes. His expression was intense as he realized he couldn’t wriggle his wrists from my grip. I could smell the Malibu on his breath as I collided a hard punch to the center of his solid abs.

He grunted, but it didn’t feel genuine. It felt to me as though he felt like he was supposed to grunt.

But I really wanted him to.

Rhythmically, I launched more punches into his flexed abs. Outdoors with nothing for the sound to echo off of, the sound of my fist landed like a SMACK on his hard gut. 

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

He was grunting for real now, as I could sense that his abs were losing strength. But it was then that he decided to change things up a little. He pulled his arms down and I let them fall, thinking he was about to cover his belly with his hands. Had I hurt him?

But, no – he took my hand in his and led it to his throat.

“Keep punching me,” he said, as he gave me the universal sign for choke me by placing my hand on his neck.

Squeezing Buck’s throat, I launched into another assault on his abs.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

He continued to grunt (as much as he could, anyway, considering I was choking him). A grimace formed on his face as his eyes began to water. I aimed my fist squarely at the pit of his gut, just above the navel.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

THUD

The last punch felt and sounded different than the rest. The last punch met little resistance from Buck’s abs, and instead plowed deep into his softened guts and forced the breath out of him. His knees buckled and I caught him in my arms.

He’d passed out. The last punch had met his intestines after he’d lost consciousness.

Only seconds passed before Buck came to in my arms. I almost apologized for getting too into it, but didn’t get the chance to do so before Buck let slip, “That was so fuckin hot–” before grabbing my head to bring me in for a kiss.

Buck kept me in an embrace as he kissed me, running his right hand through my hair. I felt his left hand slide down to the small of my back, as if he were holding me now. His right hand came down from my hair to my pecs, where he kept it for a moment, revisiting how thick my chest muscle is.

Then, that right hand balled into a fist and slammed my loose abdominal muscles into the rock formation behind me, grinding my unprotected intestines into the stone I’d been backed up against.

“OOH–” his fist forced the breath out of me, winding me for a moment. As I stood partially doubled over catching my breath, Buck removed his fist from my innards and stepped back from me, sizing me up.

“Where’s your room?” he asked in a dead serious tone, as if it were life-and-death.

“Wing two.”

“I’m wing four,” Buck said. “I’m closer.”

We didn’t have to say any more than that. We were heading back to Buck’s.

After a brief walk that may have taken all of seven minutes, we arrived at wing four where Buck led me up the stairs to his third floor room. At the door, I bothered him with kisses on his neck as he fumbled with his key card and giggled like a kid.

When the key card finally beeped and flashed green, he knocked the door open and we practically fell through it into his room. It shut automatically behind us as we gained our footing.

Buck sized me up in the dim lighting of his room, then stepped up to me. He grabbed my waist with his hands, squeezing his thumbs into my belly. I intentionally kept my abs relaxed, moaning as he worked his thumbs through the twists of my intestines under his grip.

“Fuuuuck yeah, mate,” he said. “You let me play in here without flexing up?”

He was staring down at my belly as he squeezed and churned my intestines with his thumbs. I whipped off my belt and unbuttoned my shorts, then threw my hands behind my head, flexing my biceps for him and giving him open access to my guts. He shoved me to the wall.

“I wanna pick up where we left off against the rocks.”

My arms up, he came in and huffed my pits before steadying himself in front of me. “You smell fuckin’ great, boss.”

He punched straight into my lower guts, forcing a deep grunt out of me as his beefy fist flattened my bowels into my body, just above my cock and drew a deep moan from the depth of my body.

“Aw, fuck yeah,” he eked out, pleased that he found a tough muscle gut to play with.

Buck pulled his fist back and drove it into my navel next. His fist plowed into my guts up to his wrist and nearly doubled me over, but I stood, managing only to moan as an immense pressure and pain built up in my guts. Finally, he delivered a harder punch than the last two, an uppercut to my solar plexus.

THUD

The punch landed just between my top two abs and forced all of my breath out of me, along with a sharp cry as I doubled over and moaned. Buck grabbed me by the jaw and lifted my head back up for a kiss.

“I want to smell that musky cock next.”

“Yeah?” I asked. I knocked Buck’s hand from my jaw and took him by the throat as I stood. I walked him to the bed and threw him down on it, then took him by the shoulders and whipped him around so his head hung off the edge of the bed – right at the height of my dick.

With only the gentle ambient light of the full moon through the windows glistening on my hard cock, revealing its veins before Buck’s eyes, I slid it into his eager mouth and down his tight throat inch by inch until there was nothing left for Buck to swallow. As I pressed my thick dick into Buck’s mouth, my overhead view of his throat gave me unimpeded views of his throat expanding as my cock sank deeper into it.

But I knew he didn’t just want to be skullfucked. Looking down at Buck’s body stretched out on the bed before me, his hand just beginning to stroke his hard dick, I pumped into his throat and drove a spine-tapping sucker punch into Buck’s soft, moonlit muscle gut, instantly sending a white-hot shockwave of pain through Buck's body, causing his throat to tighten around my throbbing cock. He moaned hard, taken by surprise by the sudden gut punch. His hands leapt up and each took one of my ass cheeks in their grasp, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth and throat before he began to simulate me fucking his face by pulling and pushing my hips into him. Knowing he was fully bought in, I delivered another relentless sucker punch to his navel, grazing my knuckles on his spine once again, then another deep into the pit of his belly after that in a wave of sexual brutality that Buck may have even enjoyed more than me.

But I couldn’t risk cumming yet – I wanted more.

I pulled my cock from his mouth, allowing him to take a deep inhale as cords of thick slobber strung between my dick and his mouth.

I yanked Buck from the bed in as rough a manner as I could and as he attempted to find his balance, I ripped the shorts from his hips and down his legs. He kicked them off as I took him under his arms and threw him into the wall. I kissed him again, but he interrupted.

“Hit me again, please.”

I palmed his hard abs.

“Relax, trust me.”

“Earn it and my guts are yours,” Buck said confidently with a smirk.

I smirked right back.

I kissed him again, reigniting our makeout session as I rubbed my fist on his abs.

BAM

BAM

BAM

The sound of my fist on his hard belly filled the room as my punches got harder and harder. He grunted with every impact, but seemed to nearly buckle his knees with navel shots, while shots to his upper abs forced out a more desperate groan.

I stopped making out with him to instead focus on his nipples. Working a nipple with my tongue

while delivering gut shots, I noticed the moaning grew in intensity as the strength in his abs began to waver.

A shot to his navel sank in just a tad and forced the breath out of him. Then a shot to the pit of his belly made him really groan. Finally, feeling that his abs had grown sufficiently weaker, I forced a hard uppercut into his solar plexus, completely winding Buck.

The muscled Australian doubled over while I continued to press and grind my fist into his upper belly, much to his delighted moaning.

I forced him back up, making eye contact with him. His eyes were watering again as the pain became apparent on his face.

“Fuck, boss,” he said. “I’m begging’, please break my guts.”

“You have poppers?”

“Some in the fridge over there.”

I pulled open the minifridge to find his poppers as he caught his breath, hands on his knees against the wall. I took the muscled guy by the face again, holding him in place as he took two hits in each nostril.

Buck became completely liquid, his belly noticeably falling lax before me. I felt his soft gut with my palm – just a sack of soft guts for me now.

With Buck on another level and presenting his belly to me, I dove in. A left hook sloshing his loose guts to one side. A right hook jostling his bowels to the other. A shot straight into his guts through the navel, doubling him over with a hot OOH.

Another round of poppers ensured his guts remained jelly soft for me once again.

I launched a series of hard, deliberate uppercuts into his lower belly as it hung out of his relaxed body.

THUD

THUD

THUD

He moaned hard with each one as the bulk of his lower intestines were crammed up into his guts by my fist. To cap him off, I latticed my fingers behind Buck’s neck and pulled him forward as I drove my knee up into his soft organs.

HUHGH!

My knee crushed his bowels up into his gut, dropping him to the ground as his knees gave out. He held his guts as he rolled from side to side on his back, moaning in pain. He was still feeling the popper high, something I gathered by his request that I keep going.

I kicked his hands away and stepped up onto his soft innards, the ball of my foot sinking deep into his nest of intestines below those pliant abs. He gives me another deep moan as my weight plunges into his guts, so I step off of him and drop a knee onto his belly.

The weight of my knee blew his intestines into his obliques and forced a loud UGH! from him as he immediately folded up and onto his side, breathing shakily and clutching his guts.

“Fuck… oh, fuck…” he whimpered out, “that felt fucking wild…”

I stood. “Had enough?”

“No sir,” he replied, moving his hands away from his belly.

As he lay on his side, I reared back and delivered a soccer kick into his gut, catching him above the navel, sending my foot into the deep pit of his gut. He didn’t even moan – the air just burst from his lungs and out his mouth – as drool formed in his lips.

From his mouth escaped a woozy Ugghhhhh as a line of slobber escaped his mouth and fell to the hardwood floor.

“Get up,” I commanded, which Buck initially struggled to do, but he made it. He stood before me with eyes that ed as he cradled his aching guts. Below those guts, though, was his cock – still rock hard.

I approached him with his poppers, which he took another huff of. I moved his hands away from his belly by taking one of his hands and placing it behind his head. As Buck huffed poppers, I huffed his sweaty pits. I handed him the bottle, which he took in his free hand and took a few more hits from as I continued to admire his hairy armpits. As he set the bottle down on the table to his left, I eyed his belly to wait for it to fall relaxed from his body as the poppers hit him. 

As they did, I drove a fist into his navel – not as hard as the impacts before it, but enough to get a good oof! from him and feel his intestines under my knuckles.

Oof!

Ugh!

Fuck!

I forced hard punches into his relaxed navel as he fought doubling over, each impact driving the breath from his lungs, followed by an impassioned vocal reaction. 

“Give me uppercuts,” he said breathlessly. “Finish me off.”

He took my hand and brought it up to his throat again. I force fed him another round of poppers, sending him into a deeper submissive mood. 

As soon as the poppers had visibly softened his guts again, I uppercut his lower guts up into the pit of his belly. Then another uppercut blew through his navel. I reveled in the soft warmth of his bowels and the pain on his face, his eyes still staring into mine and continuously begging for one more punch.

As my hand clutched his throat while my other fist slammed into his spongy intestines, I looked into his eyes like a primal beast — his eyes were watering and mouth beginning to drool as he experienced an overload of sensations: poppers fried his mind, my fist rocking his bowels, and his throat closed. 

A small spray of spit from Buck’s mouth landed on my neck and chest as the breath was punched out of him following an uppercut to his solar plexus. He groaned, to the extent that he could, and I answered with another uppercut to the same place. His eyes, still watering, began to roll back in his head as he was overcome by all the intense physical sensations. I completed the job by punching another uppercut into his diaphragm, feeling his soft belly squelch under my knuckles once again.

I dropped my hand from his throat and he immediately doubled over, completely winded from the assault on his diaphragm. With my right hand, I straightened him back up, Buck groaning as I did so, while he stroked his cock. 

With my left hand, I began stroking my own cock. With my right, I blew my fist right through his upper belly once again, crushing his upper intestines into his diaphragm, winding him once more and crumpling him to his knees and earning a weak cry of pain from him. 

Looking down at Buck’s watery eyes, his red gut cradled by his hand, his hard cock, and the feeling of his soft innards still lingering in my head — I came, blowing a huge, worked up load into Buck’s chest hair.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” he moaned. “Fuuuuck, mate—”

I took him by the back of the head and threw him to the floor. On his back, I stepped my size 11.5 feet onto his guts, both feet side-by-side, filling his entire gut cavity and crushing his intestines into the floor, a perceptible ridge running along both soles of my feet — his spine. 

Buck groaned a deep, guttural, painful groan as he allowed my full weight to flatten his innards while he jacked off. His eyes remained watery, face became red, and mouth formed a wince of enduring pain while he furiously jerked his cock. 

He reached up and grabbed my foot, which I assumed meant he was tapping out. 

No.

He brought my foot to his mouth, where he directed my toes into his lips. My other foot drove deeper into his innards as Buck moaned in ecstasy. The toes of my right foot, the ones in his mouth, enjoyed the warm feeling of slobber and tongue, while my left was perfectly content to continue crushing his useless guts. 

“Finish me off,” Buck said to me, again, removing my foot from his mouth. “Kick me. You gotta kick me again.”

I stepped off of his intestines, eagerly smirking and ready to watch him blow his own load finally. He rolled onto his side, backing himself up against the wall. 

As I prepared to ruin his belly, I swiped the toes of my right foot along his pecs, gathering a swipe of my own cum from his chest onto my foot. I steadied myself against the wall with my hands, and kicked my cum-covered foot into Buck’s navel.

UGH!

There was no performative reaction here — the breath and grunt forced from his guts was entirely involuntary as his already busted guts bore the brunt of my kick. I pulled my foot back as Buck began to nearly cry, his breathing catching as he tried to recover. I drove another kick into his relaxed navel, again forcing an earnest grunt from him, as well as an explicative as he continued to jackoff. 

Then, redirecting my aim, I shot a kick into his solar plexus. The end of my foot met no resistance and hammered into his soft organs, and Buck didn’t even stand a chance to keep his breath. The kick completely winded the beefy Australian, who blew five strong jets of cum onto my nearby feet. 

Buck rolled over onto his back with his knees bent, laid there momentarily, eyes closed, with his face contorted in a grimace. He said nothing as he breathed deeply — I merely enjoyed watching his beaten belly rise and fall. I hesitated to ask how he felt.

He groaned again as he rolled over to his hands and knees, then crawled the two paces to where I stood before him. Kneeling down, he licked the mixture of our joint cum from my foot before gazing up at me from the floor.

“Thank you, sir.”

I smirked down at him before helping him to his feet, then pushed him onto the bed. 

I got in bed beside him, laying on my side, and gently massaged his undeniably aching belly, and watched as he breathed. With the moonlight drifting in through the shades, I watched his hairy gut rise and fall under my hand. He faced the ceiling with a slight smile, eyes closed. He reached up and draped his arm around my shoulders, delicately running his fingertips over the side of my bicep while I massaged his soft abdominals.

I closed my eyes, drifting off in the man’s bed to the sound of his gentle breath.