19: Tom (Iron Fist Forge)

It had been a few weeks since Zayd beat me up at that fight club. I knew I had to go back, but wanted to be able to hand Zayd’s ass to him – and blow his back out upstairs afterward – but thought I could use more practice, first.

I kept going to boxing classes at my usual place, Iron Fist Forge, the boxing gym I’d been at just before Zayd met me at that cafe.

The usual instructor, an older guy who was a championship boxer back in his day who we all affectionately called Punisher (the joke being that he wouldn’t hurt a fly), was out the last few weeks. His grandson, my age, had been leading the gym in his grandpa’s absence.

His name was Tom.

Tom was a nice enough guy. He was from LA and really only planned to be here long enough for his grandfather to get back on his feet. But I couldn’t help but notice that every time I arrived for class, Tom would smile at me with this… devious smile? I don’t know how else to describe it. I began watching him as the other folks arrived. He’d flash them a genuine, polite smile and shake their hands.

He’d ask how Cheryl’s baby was doing. He complimented Joey’s new gloves.

But me? I got the evil grin. Every time.

I found him attractive, in an almost elvish kind of way. Impish, even. The devious little smile didn’t help things, either. I’d leave a boxing class and notice him making eye contact with me, smiling the way he did. I’d shuffle my gym bag around to the front so it concealed my hardening cock as I walked home, thinking about Tom pulling me aside after class to work my abs.

Over the subsequent weeks, I began going to Iron Fist Forge more often, more so to make eye contact with Tom than for the boxing itself (though I did enjoy working on my boxing skills, too). On Tuesday, he held prolonged eye contact with me while holding the heavy bag that this lady Sandra was punching, while I punched the heavy bag adjacent to her. We must have stared at each other for a full seven seconds as I pounded the bag, my biceps and lats bulging for him. Doesn’t sound like long, but for eye contact with a guy you’ve hardly spoken to… that’s a long time.

On this day however, we’d finished our drills and were all packing up our gym bags when Tom called our attention to him.

“Hey everyone,” he began, “Iron Fist will be closed tomorrow, just FYI. Maintenance will be here fixing up the shower in the locker room and tightening some nuts and bolts out here. But that said, we’ll be open as usual on Saturday.”

As the folks in the gym all turned away to finish packing their bags and began chatting with one another, I lingered on him for a moment.

Because he was holding eye contact with me again.

“I’ll be here cleaning and disinfecting equipment all day,” he said in a much softer voice than the one he’d used to make his announcement. So soft, that no one even turned to acknowledge what he’d said.

As if he’d said it just to me.

I went home wondering if I should stop by Iron Fist after work the next day. Would Tom be there? Would this be my chance to get him alone in the gym to see what the deal is with him eyeballing me… and if it has anything to do with wanting to square up with me? If so, what would we even do if maintenance is there? I decided to DM him through the gym’s scheduling app.

Driskill, Leo: Hey Tom, if you’ll be around tomorrow, mind if I stop in for some one-on-one training? If we can keep out of the way of maintenance? Never get the chance for one-on-ones in the class.

COACH TOM: Leo, hi. Yes, please come in whenever you like. We’ll make it work.

Alright. That required very little of me and he seems totally open. I slept uneasily, wondering what I’d get into with Tom. Would I get to spar with him? Does he want to fight or is he attracted to me? Both? One or the other?

The following day, I left work about 15 minutes early to get to Iron Fist as quickly as I could. I DM’d Tom as I approached so that he could let me into the gym. I arrived to find the windows and front door all had their metal shutters pulled down and padlocked. Was he even here?

COACH TOM: Back entrance in the alley.

Ah. I walked around and to the back door, which was propped open. As soon as I stepped through the threshold, I heard him kick the doorstop away to allow the door to close before I even saw him.

I turned around and there he was. He was not wearing his typical shorts and tee. Instead, he wore only a black brief and a lewd expression as he looked me up and down, the setting sun flooding the skylight behind him.

Fuck yeah, I thought. This had to mean he wanted to do something.

“Where’s maintenance?”

“Oh, they’ve been done since noon,” he said. “I wanted you here all to myself. Why don’t you take that shirt off and we’ll glove up.”

I threw my bag to the ground and whipped my shirt over my head. I began putting on my gloves as Tom did the same.

He approached me slowly, keeping his trademark eye contact. When he was inches from me, he just stood for a moment before he said, “You smell good.”

I smirked at him. “Get in the ring, pretty boy,” he commanded.

I did as I was told, having changed into my gym clothes before leaving the office. I wanted to arrive and get straight into whatever he had in store.

And we were.

Tom entered the ring too, then pulled his gloves up in a protective stance. I did the same. We circled each other for a moment before he threw a punch at my head, which I blocked. Immediately with his shot to my head, he threw a body shot with the other fist.

I blocked this one, too – mostly – his fist slid across my forearm and still landed with a thud against my hard belly. Though flexed, and though the punch bounced off my abs, the smallest grunt was forced from me.

Mph, he let out. “We’re going to switch things up,” he said.

“Oh, we are?” I said, cocky.

“Yes,” he replied matter-of-factly. “We are. I’m going to drill you. I want to see you take a punch.”

I scoffed.

“What, can’t you take a punch?”

I knew he was baiting me, but it was too fun being a brat to this guy.

“I can take a punch, but I’ve got 15 pounds on you, easy,” I ribbed. “Can you throw a punch?”

That was it. That was all I needed. I’d baited him right back and he took it.

“The ache you’re gonna feel for the next week is going to have you wishing you hadn’t asked me that.”

As fiendish as he used to smile at me was nothing compared to the look he flashed at me in this moment. A true sadist, I’d just given him the free ticket to lay into me. He approached me and put his devilish smile right in my face.

“Better not block shit, pretty boy,” he said. “Better fucking take it. And if you can’t… we’ll figure out what to do with you.”

I smirked again.

He shoved me away from him before throwing his gloved fists up and getting them into position. I held my arms out wide, inviting his first punch.

THUD

His first shot landed directly above my navel, bouncing off my tight abs.

“Don’t worry kid, you can go harder; you’re not gonna hurt me,” I said, taunting.

He flashed his evil grin before nailing my belly with four more shots back to back.

THUD

THUD

THUD

THUD

I couldn’t help the slight grunt that escaped my lips on the last punch. It was so powerful that I couldn’t help it.

THUD

THUD

THUD

THUD

This round was slower and more intense. Despite my hard six pack, the force of each of the punches reverberated through my guts.

He went for another round, this time ramming an uppercut into my upper abs and hammering into the muscle at the center of my core. The grunts became more apparent as he continued to launch powerful shots into my abs. He didn’t look very big, but I guess when your grandpa is a championship boxer, you learn how to punch deceptively hard.

As I attempted to catch my breath before another punch, Tom took me by the shoulders and pulled me forward as his knee slammed into my belly.

THUD

THUD

THUD

His knee struck my abs three times, each impact already pushing through my solid body. I couldn’t believe how quickly he was breaking my abs down – but when the punishment is brutal and nonstop, I guess I tire out more quickly.

THUD

THUD

THUD

His knee drove into my solar plexus three more times. Though my abs were holding, it was difficult to catch my breath. Tom threw my shoulders back and shoved me against the ropes before slamming his fist into the center of my gut – the hardest impact yet.

UH! was forced out of me as his fist briefly sank into my belly before my abs tightened.

“Fuck yeah, pretty boy,” he snarled. “That’s what I’m going for. You’re getting beat the fuck down.”

With the same intensity as the previous punch, he jackhammered the center of my gut with left-right combos, with the occasional uppercut to my upper abs thrown in.

I could feel my face reddening as I tried to keep my abs tight. Breathing wasn’t an option. Each impact sank through my abs a little more than the last and my innards were already beginning to feel the force.

Finally – THUD – my abs failed me as I attempted to take a breath. Tom’s gloved fist plowed straight into my soft gut, flattening my intestines into my body and blowing out my oblique muscles.

UGH!

Instinctually, my gloved hands swung up to cradle my belly as I doubled over.

“Uh-uh, fuck that!” Tom shouted gleefully as he tore the boxing gloves from his hands and shoved me back up straight. The entire movement took less than two seconds before his bare fist sucker punched me in the navel.

UHH! he forced from my soft belly as I doubled over onto him. He had his fist shoved deep into my belly still, my face grimacing in response. He ground his fist around my loose innards.

“Fuck yeah, pretty boy,” he said lowly. “This is what I want, right here. Am I grinding your intestines into your spine?”

I just moaned as I let him do it.

He pulled his fist back and I fell to one knee, my guts aching surprisingly badly. Tom bent down and grabbed me under my armpits, pulling me back up to my feet and repositioning me.

“Think you can you handle me?” he was still smiling fiendishly.

“Bring it,” I said softly.

He smiled before, without warning, kicking me in the gut. The sole of his foot collided with my body across the width of my stomach, his heel plowing deep into my navel. All the breath in me was forced out as I fell backward into the corner of the boxing ring.

Tom approached me and stood over me as I breathed. He noticed my hard cock.

“I think you’re enjoying this.”

I gestured with my forehead toward his own hard cock.

“I think you are, too.”

Tom smirked and said, “I’m gonna go harder.”

He took me under the armpits again and brought me up to my feet in the corner of the ring.

“You’re so fucking mine right now,” he said with a deep and gravely voice. He began to grind his cock on my hip as he traced my relaxed, muscular abs with his fist. “You want this fist?”

“Yessir.”

THUD

Tom’s fist rammed into my navel hard, emptying my lungs and driving deep into the pit of my guts. He ground his fist against my spine again for a moment as I moaned with pain and ecstasy, before pulling back and driving into my navel in the form of an uppercut that shoved my intestines into my diaphragm. On the verge of doubling over, Tom shoved me back up straight and plowed another uppercut into my navel.

“Not so tough without all the muscle?” He was still grinding his hard cock on my hip and sank another punch into my intestines. His fist landed like a cannonball as it blew my navel into the depth of my muscle belly, flattening my loose guts into my body.

THUD

THUD

THUD

The sound of a fist on a sandbag echoed through the gym each time, though no sandbags were being used. Tom’s fists continued to pound into my pliant guts, each violent impact delivering a new, powerful sensation through my beaten intestines. Each impact forced me to double over in pain, but I couldn’t – Tom caught me every time and forced me back up straight.

“You can take a little more?” he’d taunt.

“Yeah, you’re liking this, huh?” he’d sneer as he tugged on my cock through my shorts.

Tom pulled my gloved hands up and behind my head, where he did his best to hold them with his left hand. With me in this position, he kissed me.

He began to make out with me, passionately kissing me as he massaged my belly with his right hand, still holding my hands behind my head with his left.

While making out, I suddenly felt his fist plow into my innards once again, and would have doubled over if his face were not in mine, and if my hands weren’t being held back behind my head. I felt him grinding his fist around in my loose innards again, and closed my eyes and moaned. He pulled his fist back and quickly punched it in again, burying his fist in the pit of my gut and shoving my beaten intestines into the depths of my red stomach.

He ground his fist in again, deeper, before pulling back. With his right hand, he pulled my shorts down to free my hard cock.

Tom pushed me back against the corner and I put my gloved hands over the ropes as I leaned back into it. Tom came in close and began to suck on and tongue my right nipple. With his left hand, he began to awkwardly, but efficiently, stroke my cock. He was clearly right-handed. His mouth occasionally moved from my nipple to the muscle of my pec, and back to my nipple.

His right hand, however, formed a fist. As he worshipped my nipple and pec muscle and stroked my cock, he traced his fist over my belly.

Finally, he drove it into me. With his violent punches, he nailed me right in the navel every time.

THUD

THUD

THUD

I let the breath get punched out of me every fucking time as his fist plunged into the soft loops of my battered bowels.

“I’m gonna cum,” I managed to say as Tom’s fist ground into my navel.

“Fuck yeah, you are,” he said, immediately pulling his fist back and slamming a punch into my jelly-soft navel again – and then again.

With the third punch, he forced the cum out of my gut as I shot multiple shots of a huge load onto the floor of the ring.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he said before turning to me. He said nothing as he grabbed me and threw me to the floor.

I was surprised, but he said nothing. Instead, without a word, he stepped his foot onto my guts, which were still soft and unflexed – and I wasn’t sure I could actually flex them yet if I wanted to, either.

I let out a yelp and a groan as his weight sank into my soft belly, really flattening my intestines into my body. I felt my face get red again as he leaned into the foot that was on my guts.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he began to say. “Pretty Boy, when I step on your guts I can feel them move under my foot.”

He flashed his devious smirk again as he pulled his brief down and let out his raging hardon. He began to jackoff as he stood with one foot on my stomach.

He leaned off of me, then stomped his foot down on my guts, his heel doing the primary damage as it slammed into the soft organs in my gut. I nearly jackknifed as his stomp sent an unbelievable bolt of pain through my innards – but he kicked me back down to my back, where he stomped into the depth of my gut again.

I nearly tapped out of the situation, but instead of stomping on my guts a third time, he stepped back onto them.

While standing with all his weight on the foot that was flattening my bowels, he came. Warm jets of cum landed across my hairy chest before Tom stepped off of my guts and I could finally breathe again. 

I sat at the edge of the ring as Tom walked away toward the office without saying a word. I wondered, should I offer to help him close up?