20: Dr. Darien Sharp (Marriott Times Square)

Dr. Darien Sharp and the outline for this story were developed in collaboration with Bob Costas. The story itself was then written by me. This installment is a testament to the vibrant, hot creativity of Louche Lothario readers. I invite you to celebrate this art by diving into the narrative. If you’re interested in collaborating on your own story, please fill out this form with all your depraved details. Your ideas could inspire Leo’s next steamy adventure.

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The Understory was exactly the kind of dingy, unapologetically sleazy bar I loved to frequent when I was feeling seedy. The air was thick with stale beer, sweat, and musky pheromones that hit me like an aphrodisiac every time I stepped inside. My eyes quickly adjusted to the low red lighting as I scanned the crowd, searching for the man whose BrutalChat profile said he'd be here tonight waiting for me.

DeepDoc's messages had been pretty straightforward – he was a physician in town for a medical conference, but his real passion outside the clinic was gutpunching. His pics showed off an impressively ripped set of abs, making my mouth water at the thought of him turning that chiseled muscle into a soft, willing punching bag. And if he could dish out a beating as wild as he claimed he could take, this was gonna be fun.

I sidled up to the bar, downing a single shot of whiskey to steady my nerves while I kept scanning the crowd. A few rowdy bears caught my eye, their bellies spilling over their waistbands in a beautifully inviting way, but none seemed to fit DeepDoc's description. I was about to shoot him a DM when a tall, beefy man approached me.

"GutpunchLeo?" His voice was a low rumble that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I couldn't help but run my eyes down his frame, taking in the broad shoulders, the thick, muscular arms, and – oh, fuck yeah – the outline of his thick abs barely visible through the button-up shirt that rested atop them.

"DeepDoc?" I extended my hand, letting it linger against his firm grip for maybe a little too long. Up close, his piercing eyes and rugged jawline were enough to make me sweat.

He leaned in close, his warm breath passing over my ear. "I wasn't expecting someone so pretty."

I flashed him a wolfish grin, feeling my cock already straining against my jeans. "Pretty and strong as hell, doc. You'll see."

I couldn't help but admire Darien as we stood at the bar. His professional attire – a pristine button-up shirt tucked into tight slacks – highlighted his muscular frame perfectly. The belt cinched around his waist only emphasized the curve of his ass, which I caught myself staring at more than once.

"Like what you see?" Darien smirked, catching me mid-ogle.

"Can't say I don't appreciate a man who dresses well," I replied, feeling a flush creep up my neck.

Darien's eyes raked over me, lingering on my own ass. "Speaking of appreciation, that ass of yours is something else. I might need a closer inspection."

The tension between us was already palpable; a potential energy was spilling over. We barely touched our drinks, too caught up in each other's presence.

"My hotel's in Times Square. Got a nice suite with plenty of... space," Darien suggested, his voice low and husky. 

I didn't need to be asked twice. We practically sprinted out of the bar, hailing a cab with record speed. The ride was torturous, Darien's hand resting dangerously high on my thigh the whole time.

When we finally reached his hotel room, I whistled appreciatively. The suite was impressive, with a spacious living area and a separate master bedroom. But what really caught my eye were the two full-length mirrors on either side of the bed.

"Nice setup," I grinned, already imagining the possibilities. "Those mirrors are gonna come in handy."

Darien closed the door behind us, his eyes dark with desire. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

His hands were on me before I could even process what was happening. Darien's fingers traced the outline of my biceps, his touch firm and appreciative. I flexed instinctively, watching his eyes light up with raw desire as my muscles swelled beneath my skin.

"Damn, Leo," he murmured, his voice husky with lust. "You're goddamn solid."

I returned the favor, my hands exploring the contours of his arms, the solid wall of his chest, and the firm globes of his ass. His muscles twitched under my palms, and I couldn't help but squeeze, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest.

"Not bad yourself, doc," I said.

We stood there, hands roaming, eyes locked, the air between us hot. Then, with a devilish glint in his eyes, Darien made his move.

"Let's make this interesting," he proposed, his gaze unwavering. "Gutpunching. The first one to tap out gets fucked. Hard."

My cock throbbed at the suggestion, already knowing I wouldn't be the one giving up. "You're on," I agreed, my pulse quickening.

Darien wasted no time. He stepped back, giving himself room to maneuver, and then he was on me, his fists landing with a dull thud against my soft, relaxed abs, sending shockwaves through my core. I grunted with each as he continued, my guts churning as he tore mercilessly into my unprotected bowels, backing me up to the wall.

The impacts were brutal, Darien grunting as he drove his fists into my guts. I could feel my intestines twist and coil with each punch, my breath hitching as my body absorbed the blows.

I could tell he was holding back, at least at first. I remained standing, the only sounds in the room the dull thuds of his fists against my belly through my shirt and my own labored breathing. Finally, he began to let go, unleashing the full force of his strength.

My intestines began to ache; a deep, satisfying pulse spread through my lower gut. I was eager for the pain, each punch driving me closer to cum, my cock hardening with every hit. I focused on the sensation of the beating of my insides, my bowels shifting and compressing under Darien’s relentless onslaught.

The punches kept coming, each one harder than the one before it. Darien took a moment — just a beat — and then drove a sudden, jarring punch into the center of my stomach. My gut caved in around his fist, a sharp, intense ache radiating outward as I doubled over, my hands instinctively flying to my midsection.

I heard him chuckle darkly above me. "Fuck, Leo, your ass looks insane in those jeans when you bend over like that. Makes me want some."

Despite the incredible ache in my bowels, I felt a surge of pride at his words. My eyes flicked up to meet his in the mirror. I gave him a cocky smirk, straightening up to my full height. "You like what you see? How about we even the score?"

We both knew what was coming next. We stripped, peeling off our sweat-soaked shirts and pants, until we were left in nothing but our underwear, our hard cocks straining against the fabric. The sight of Darien's ripped, naked torso had my mouth watering all over again. I drank in the sight of him, his skin slick with sweat, muscles flexing and releasing in anticipation.

I stepped into position, wasting no time. My fist slammed into Darien's stomach with a meaty thud. His abs contracted for a split second before relaxing again, ready to absorb the next punch. I watched in the mirror as my fist plowed into his soft, pliant belly, his body lurching forward with the impact.

Each punch sent a thrill through me, the squelching of his gut mingling with his deep, guttural grunts. I reveled in it.

I pummeled his abdomen, blow after relentless blow. Darien's face contorted between pain and pleasure as each punch slammed into his insides. His gut began to distend slightly, his once-firm abs growing softer the more I drove my fist into them.

I decided to bump it up a notch, throwing about 20% more power into a shot deep into the pit of his gut. He dropped to his hands and knees, one hand clutching at his belly as he tried to catch his breath. I paused, giving him a moment to recover, but my eyes kept feasting. The sight of him on hands and knees, his ass vulnerable and exposed in the mirror… it was intoxicating.

The reflection showed the swell of his muscular ass on full display as he struggled to get back up. I focused on each ragged breath.

I watched him struggle as he tried to rise from the floor. My cock was a steel rod in my briefs, aching with the need for release. Darien's eyes met mine, the fire in them undimmed despite the brutal beating he'd just endured.

I reached down and grabbed the waistband of his underwear and yanked them down. He rolled onto his back as I pulled them off of him. In a single swish, I dropped my own underwear.

"I'm tappin', but you can't have me yet," he taunted, his voice strained but defiant. "You want this ass, you better break me all the way down. Show me you're worth every inch of that thick cock."

I reached down, hauling him to his feet with an ease that surprised both of us. He was tall, his body a solid mass of muscle that should've been difficult to manhandle, but in that moment, he was putty in my hands. I lined him up against the wall, my forearm splayed across his heaving chest.

"You asked for it," I smirked, my voice a low growl in my throat.

I drove punches into his lax stomach with a ferocity that only came when I was caught in the throes of a deep gutpunching ecstasy. My knuckles sank deep into the softness of his unflexed abdomen, his body jerking with each impact, his deep grunts and gasps filling the room.

I could feel his intestines churning beneath my fists, his guts squirming under the assault. I punched lower, the bottom of my fist very nearly grinding into his pubic bone before I pulled back and drove my fist even deeper into his gut. His legs began to tremble, his body swaying as he fought to stay upright.

I zeroed into his lower gut, each punch radiating through his body before I saw the moment it became too much for him — his eyes rolled back, his knees buckled, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he crumpled to the floor.

His hands clutched his stomach as he succumbed to the waves of pain. I stepped back, my chest heaving as I took in the sight of him, broken and gasping for air at my feet.

Something about Darien's deal had brought out a primal side of me. I picked him up with the same ease as before, my hands gripping his muscular ass as he landed on the bed. He groaned, the sound filling the room.

"On your hands and knees," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. He complied immediately, his body aligning perfectly for me. His ass was a work of art, the muscles flexing as he positioned himself. I couldn't resist running my hands over the swell of his cheeks, feeling the power beneath my palms.

I stepped up behind him, my cock brushing against his inner thigh. He was still trying to catch his breath from the gutpunching, but I could see the anticipation building in him.

I grabbed hold of my cock, lining myself up with his eager asshole. I spit once onto my hand, wiping it across his hole, and took my cock in my hand as another hearty bead of spit fell from my mouth to my dick. Along with the precum, I was plenty lubed for him. With one hand on his hip, I pushed forward, my cock breaching him with a single, powerful thrust. He cried out, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, allowing me deeper inside him.

I started to move, pressing my hips forward as I drove into him again and again. Each thrust was met with a grunt from Darien, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he held on.

The sight of him, bent over and taking my cock like a champ, was almost too much to handle. But I wasn't prepared to be done with him yet.

I pulled back, my cock sliding nearly all the way out before I plunged back in. Simultaneously, I drew my fist back and delivered a sharp punch to his side, just below his ribcage. His entire body jerked, a shocked gasp escaping his lips as I punched him again and again.

The blows into his obliques were brutal, each one landing with a dull thud that echoed around the room. Darien's moans grew louder, serving to spur me on. I could feel his ass clenching around my cock with each impact, his body eagerly soaking up the abuse.

I pistoned in and out of his asshole as my knuckles dug into his soft flesh. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls growing with each thrust and every punch. But I still wasn't ready to finish – I could do this all night.

I slowed my pace, my cock still buried deep inside him as I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. "You're taking my cock like such a good boy," I said in a husky whisper. "But I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you harder, to punch you deeper."

I watched him, my hairy chest heaving with the exertion of our previous exchange.

With a sudden burst of energy, he flipped onto his back, his muscular form sprawling across the hotel bed, his hard cock jutting up towards his navel.

His luggage, forgotten in the heat of our encounter, lay open on the bedside table. Darien reached up, the muscles of his arm flexing as he dug around inside it. My curiosity piqued when he pulled out his stethoscope.

Darien – Dr. Sharp – handed me the earpiece end and I took it from him, fitting the buds into my ears. He kept eye contact as he placed the chestpiece against his own stomach.

"Fuck me, Leo," he begged, his voice a low, desperate growl. "Punch me. I want you to hear yourself rearranging my guts."

The raw need in his voice was all the encouragement I needed. I positioned myself between his legs as he put his ankles on my shoulders, my cock aching with need. I gripped my dick, guiding it back into his asshole.

As I pushed inside him, the sound of his stomach gurgling met my ears through the stethoscope. It was like having a direct line to the damage I was inflicting, the noises from his gut punctuating each thrust.

I started slow, savoring the tight heat of his ass as I buried myself to the hilt. Darien wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, his hips rising to meet my every thrust.

"Harder," he demanded, his eyes locked onto mine. "Punch me. Make me feel everything."

I obliged, my fist landing squarely in the softness of his belly. The impact resonated through the stethoscope, a bursting of gurgles and squelches made audible over his moaning.

I drove each punch deep into his loose intestines, the noises from his stomach growing louder, the gurgles and sloshes mixing with our heavy breathing and the wet slap of my hips on his ass cheeks.

I increased my pace, my cock driving into him with a brutal intensity that matched the force of my punches. Darien threw his head back, clenching his eyes shut as he took it.

Darien's body tensed beneath me, his muscles locking as he reached the edge. "I'm gonna cum," he gasped out, his hand flying to his cock.

As he barely completed a stroke or two, I plowed a final, powerful punch to his jelly-soft abs, I felt him explode, his hot cum spurting across his stomach and chest. The sound of his climax through the stethoscope, coupled with the sight of him losing himself, was enough to push me over the edge.

I thrust into him one last time, my own orgasm tearing through me as I emptied myself in his ass. My body shuddered with the force of my release, my fist pressed into his belly as I rode the waves.

As our breathing slowly returned to normal, I pulled my cock out of him, removing the earpieces from my ears and letting the stethoscope fall to his side onto the bed. I collapsed onto the bed next to the hot doctor. We lay there in silence, our bodies slick with sweat, our scent hanging in the still air.

Darien stared at the ceiling, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Oh, fuck," he said, his voice hoarse from exertion. "That was fucking incredible."

I couldn't help but agree.