26: Nolan (Violent Underground)

I was sprawled on my couch, phone in hand, scrolling through BrutalChat with a restless hunger. On my mind, if I’m being honest, was Colt's gut, taut and firm. Though I’d really enjoyed my time with him a few weeks back, I didn’t want to come on too strong by asking him if I could pound his innards every single day.

Though… I would if he wanted me to.

I could almost feel the give of his relaxed abs under my knuckles, hear the satisfying grunt he'd make with each blow. I was aching for a good gutpunching session, my body thrumming with pent-up energy.

Just as I was about to close the app, a notification caught my eye. An upcoming meetup at a place called "Violent Underground," a BDSM speakeasy tucked away in the basement of a club in the Bowery. A guy named Nolan had posted, looking for some gutpunching action in a private room. My interest piqued, I felt a rush of anticipation.

Fuck it. I’ll text Colt.

I shot that six-foot-four ex-jock a quick text about the downtown spot I’d just read about on the app.

His reply was almost instant, "Fuck yeah, I'm in. Been craving all day."

A smirk tugged at my lips as I tossed my phone aside and stood up, walking over to my bedroom. I stripped off my sweatpants and pulled on a pair of black leather pants – the kind that hugged my thighs just right. A black t-shirt followed, clinging to my chest and biceps.

The East Village was alive with its usual nighttime buzz, but my mind was already down in that basement, already feeling the impact of flesh against flesh. I walked the 25 mins from my place by Tompkins Square Park to the club near Bowery and Delancey, my blood pumping with excitement the closer I got. Hope this Nolan dude was down for a 2-on-1.

As I walked, I dug into my phone, fingers dancing over the screen as I sleuthed out the details for accessing Violent Underground. The speakeasy was tucked away, hidden beneath layers of city secrets, but a few clever searches and some digging on a forum later, I had the password and the unmarked entrance mapped out.

As I approached the ground-level club, the lights on Bowery blurred into a haze. The club was nothing special from the outside, just another neon-lit door in a sea of similar entrances to restaurants and bars. But once inside, the atmosphere shifted. Dark corners, throbbing music, and the scent of sweat and leather filled the air.

I spotted Colt almost immediately – how he got there from Union Square before I did was a mystery. He was hard to miss, though, standing tall in a black coat that hung open, revealing a tank top that showed off his sculpted pecs. His red pants clung to his thighs, adding a splash of bold color in the dimly lit space. He turned as I approached, his face lighting up with a grin.

"Leo!" he called out, opening his arms for a hug.

I stepped into his embrace, feeling the strength of his arms around me and smelling the pine fragrance I’d come to associate with him. He pressed a quick kiss to my cheek, his stubble brushing against my skin.

"I'm glad to see you," he said, pulling back to look at me. His blue eyes sparkled.

God damn.

"Me too," I replied.

Toward the back of the club was another bouncer, this one in plain clothes; a burly guy with a face like a slab of granite. He nodded at us as we stepped through the secret door that led to a staircase. He held out a meaty hand, and we surrendered our phones without a word. They disappeared into a lockbox. A thrill ran through me – no distractions, no interruptions. Just pure, unadulterated focus.

We stepped down into the main floor, and the scene unfolded like a living, breathing tableau of erotic hedonism. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and musk. Guys were engaged in every kind of kink imaginable – and some I hadn’t imagined before – the sounds of leather against skin and muffled moans creating a chorus in the air of the dank room where house music could still be clearly heard from the club above.

But we weren't here for the spectacle. We had a mission, a craving that needed to be satisfied. Colt and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. We moved through the crowd, our eyes scanning the concrete walls and harsh fluorescent lights for any sign of Nolan's room.

We navigated the maze of bodies and equipment, our senses heightened, our focus sharp. The concrete walls seemed to close in around us, the fluorescent lights casting stark shadows that danced and shifted with every movement until, finally, we came across a row of numbered doors.

I remembered Nolan had said he was in room 8. I opened the unlocked door and Colt followed me in.

The room, like the main floor we’d just come from, consisted of stark, bare concrete walls and a harsh fluorescent light that cast long shadows. Nolan stood in front of a mirror, his biceps flexed as he admired his own gut. He turned as we entered, a grin spreading across his handsome face.

"You guys here to beat my gut?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Fuck yeah we are," I replied, feeling a surge of anticipation.

Nolan nodded towards the door. "Lock it behind you."

I turned the deadbolt, the click echoing in the small room. When I turned back, Colt was already stripping off his coat, revealing that tank top clinging to his sculpted pecs. Nolan's eyes widened in appreciation, and he stepped closer, reaching out to grab the beef of Colt's chest.

"Damn, you're built," Nolan murmured, his fingers squeezing the firm muscle.

Colt smirked, flexing under Nolan's touch. "Strong, too," he said, his voice laced with promise.

Nolan's grin widened, and he released Colt's pecs, stepping back to give us space. I stripped off my own coat, tossing it aside, my eyes never leaving Nolan's gut. It was big, round, and soft, perfect for what we had in mind.

I peeled off my shirt, tossing it aside, and caught Nolan's eyes widening as he took in my physique. Colt did the same, his muscles rippling under the harsh fluorescent light. Nolan's gaze darted between us, and he swallowed hard.

"Fuck, you guys are built," Nolan repeated in a murmur, his voice thick with admiration. His eyes lingered on my abs, and I could see the hunger in his expression. "Leo, flex for me?"

I smirked, knowing the effect it would have on him. I tensed my abs, the muscles popping into sharp definition. Nolan's eyes widened further, and he licked his lips, a gesture that sent a jolt of heat through me.

While Nolan was distracted, Colt moved in behind him, his arms snaking under Nolan's arms in a full Nelson hold. Nolan gasped, surprised, but the thrill in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Nolan breathed out, his body tensing. "Beat my gut."

"Hit me, bro," Colt said, his eyes leveled on mine as he spoke to me. “Hit me through him.”

I gave Colt a sly look. Nolan's eyes were pleading, his body practically vibrating with need.

"Please," Nolan begged, his voice barely a whisper. "Punch me."

The room already smelled like Nolan’s musk. My cock was already hard, pressing against the confines of my leather pants. I stepped closer to Nolan, my eyes locked onto his big, round gut.

I drew back my fist, feeling the power coil in my arm. Nolan's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he relaxed for the impact. Colt's grip tightened around Nolan's arms, holding him in place.

The first punch landed with a sick thud, my knuckles sinking deep into Nolan's soft belly. His intestines shifted under the force, a heavy churn that I could feel around my knuckles as they plowed in. Nolan grunted, his body folding around the punch, his breath rushing out in a desperate wheeze.

"Fuck," Colt murmured from behind him, his voice laced with arousal. "Again. Harder."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I drew back my fist and drove it into Nolan's gut again, this time with more force. His intestines squelched, his body jerking under the impact. A desperate groan escaped his lips, a sound that sent a shiver of desire down my spine.

The room was filled with the sounds of my knuckles against Nolan’s lax gut, the hard thuds of my punches echoing off the concrete walls. Nolan's gut was turning red, the skin mottled with the force of my blows. But he was taking it, his body trembling with each impact, his breath ragged already.

Colt's grip on Nolan never wavered, his body pressed tight against Nolan's back. I could see the muscles in Colt's arms straining, his jaw clenched as he held Nolan in place, his eyes focused on Nolan’s reactions.

“I can feel your cock on my ass,” Nolan grunted between blows.

“Nothing gets me hard like dominating a tough gut,” Colt replied. “You’re doing great, bro.”

As Colt grinned at Nolan, the punching bag’s gut took another brutal punch from me like a champ, his soft belly yielding under the blow. Colt's encouragement of Nolan fueled me. "Fuck, Leo, keep going. This guy’s so hot."

I shifted my stance, delivering a series of uppercuts beneath Nolan’s rounded belly. The flesh sloshed around, the impact sending ripples across his skin. Nolan's eyes rolled back, a groan of pure ecstasy escaping his lips. His body trembled, absorbing the force.

Colt released Nolan, who doubled over, clutching his gut. Colt hopped around from behind Nolan, dancing around like a boxer, his pecs bouncing with each movement. The scent of his pine deodorant mixed with his natural musk wafting off of him.

Nolan straightened up, his face flushed. "Please, man." he begged Colt, his voice raw with need. "Keep going."

Colt raised his fists, a devilish smirk splayed across his face. His erection was visible beneath his pants already. He launched a punch deep into the pit of Nolan’s gut, forcing a deep "OOH!" out of him as Colt’s knuckles sank into his doughy belly. Nolan's body folded around the punch, his breath rushing out in a single, desperate wheeze.

I watched, my cock hard and throbbing, as Colt continued to work over Nolan's gut, Colt's own body a masterpiece of power. His muscles rippled with each movement as Nolan's moans filled the room.

Colt took aim at Nolan’s navel, the spot on the guy’s gut was an intentional target for Colt – Nolan’s beaten gut pressed outward in its relaxed state and his navel was the perfect spot to drive your knuckles into to cram the bulk of Nolan’s gut back into him.

"God, your gut is so hot," Colt murmured. "You're being so good, keeping your guts relaxed for me."

Nolan groaned, his body trembling with each impact. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temples.

"You're tough, Nolan," Colt said, his fist driving deep into Nolan's belly, forcing a hard UGH! from the man. "You can take it."

Colt's words sent Nolan over the edge. He begged, his voice raw and desperate, "Please, more. I need more."

I stepped in, my fists ready to get back into it. Colt and I double-teamed Nolan, our punches churning Nolan's guts, his belly smashed from both sides. I could feel his guts giving way and, at one moment, felt his intestines crammed up against my knuckles when Colt’s fist slammed into the side of his guts before I’d pulled my fist out of his guts.

Finally, Nolan tapped out, his body doubling over. He rested his face on my chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hand reached up, fondling Colt's muscular pecs again. Colt smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"You like my chest?" Colt asked, his voice a low rumble.

Nolan nodded, his voice submissive. "I love it." He looked up at Colt, his eyes pleading. "Please, let me punch you?"

Colt took Nolan by the chin, lifting his face to meet his gaze. "You can punch me in the stomach as much as you want," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "But only if you cum for us tonight."

Nolan clearly couldn’t hide his surprise. "Fuck yeah, I can do that," he breathed out.

Colt switched places with Nolan, putting his back against the wall. Nolan reached out, his hands hovering over Colt's belly. "You gonna take these punches unflexed?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

Colt nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Wouldn't have it any other way," he replied, his voice confident.

Nolan's hands touched Colt's belly, his fingers splaying out over the man’s soft, relaxed six pack. He massaged the flesh, his eyes locked onto Colt's stomach. "Fuck, I didn’t expect your belly to be so soft," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can feel your thick muscles, but they're so relaxed. It's fucking hot."

Colt let out a deep chuckle, his abs twitching slightly as he did. "Show me what you want to do to me," he said.

Nolan's hands continued to explore Colt's belly, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh – an index finger deep in Colt’s navel here, a press of his fist into Colt’s gut there. He leaned in, his breath hot on Colt's skin. "Fuck, I'm so turned on right now," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I can't wait to feel my fist sink into your gut."

Colt's eyes narrowed, his smirk never fading. "You want to punch me?" His voice rumbled softly.

Nolan's breath shuddered, his eyes wide. "Fuck, yes. Please." His hands twitched at his sides, eager to make contact.

“You like how my abs feel relaxed?”

“I do. Fuck, I do. Your insides are right there.”

Colt chuckled again, a sound that sent a shiver down me. "Alright. I'll keep my abs relaxed for you. You won't feel any muscle, just my intestines."

Nolan let out a soft moan, his hand instinctively grabbing his groin. "Shit, sorry. Hearing you say that nearly made me cum."

Colt laughed softly, his eyes never leaving Nolan's. "Damn straight, it did."

I found the entire exchange incredibly erotic, my cock throbbing in my pants as I watched. Colt’s flash of a glace to me told me that, perhaps, this had all been a show that was not entirely for Nolan’s benefit, but mine. I smirked back to Colt, who acknowledged me before turning back to Nolan. I quickly unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants, my hand wrapping around my shaft as I began to edge myself, my eyes glued to the scene unfolding before me.

Nolan pushed his fist into Colt's belly, the softened muscle fully yielding under the pressure. Colt let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Fuck. Your fist feels so good."

Despite not being the punching bag, Nolan's breath continued to come in ragged gasps, his eyes locked onto Colt's stomach. "Your gut is so meaty, Colt. So tough." He pulled his fist back and then drove it deep into Colt's navel, earning an erotic and involuntary grunt from Colt as the breath was forced out of him.

Nolan began to alternate between punches to Colt's navel and uppercuts to his lower belly, each blow sounding like a fist against a sandbag as Nolan's knuckles drove into Colt's bowels. Colt was clearly trying not to double over as he kept his abs soft, and if his cock was any indication, he was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Nolan’s knuckles pounding his intestines around his gut. I could feel my own cum building as I watched, my hand working my cock in time with Nolan's punches.

Colt reached full ecstasy, his muscles relaxed and glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. Each punch from Nolan drove deep into the pit of his gut, flattening and displacing his loose insides. I watched, transfixed, as Colt's sides and belly bulged out, the displacement of his bowels visible with each impact. His involuntary grunts filled the room, as did the men’s sweaty musk.

Nolan was relentless, his fist plunging deep into the dead center of Colt's gut. He ground his knuckles into Colt's intestines, the force of each punch driving the air from Colt's lungs. Colt's body convulsed, his gut rippling with the effort to absorb the blows without flexing.

But he took it, every brutal punch.

"Grind them into my spine," Colt commanded through clenched teeth, his voice a low growl. Nolan obliged, his fist twisting and digging deeper into Colt's gut as he began to growl like an animal through the pain.

Colt's voice grew louder, more insistent, as Nolan dug deeper and deeper. "Harder," he demanded, his body trembling. Nolan's knuckles plunged into Colt's gut with a sick wet thud. Colt's body folded around the final punch.

Finally, Nolan pulled his fist back, freeing Colt's gut from the onslaught. Colt groaned deeply, his body sagging against the wall as he inhaled, his lungs finally filling with air. His gut was dark red, Nolan's brutal handiwork beaten into his skin.

Colt's endurance had me transfixed.

I watched, my cock throbbing, as Colt stood back up straight and sucked in his stomach, his belly becoming deeply concave. Nolan reached out, his fingers tracing the indent of Colt's navel.

"Fuck, that's hot," Nolan murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Your gut's all sucked in, but your intestines are still so soft. And very punchable."

Colt smirked, releasing his belly, his abs relaxing. "Yeah, hit me here," he commanded, pointing to his navel. "Smash my guts into my spine. They've got nowhere to go." He’d taught himself how to perform a stomach vacuum without the inverse tensing of his abs – essentially pulling his belly in, but keeping his abs soft and gut fully vulnerable.

What a man.

Nolan immediately dropped his pants, his cock hard and ready. He began to stroke himself, his eyes locked onto Colt's belly. Colt prepped himself, sucking in his stomach again, his intestines pressed flat into his body.

Nolan felt Colt's vacuumed gut, his fingers pressing into the pliant flesh that was, essentially, just intestine. Then, he fired off a hard punch, his fist slamming into Colt's navel. Colt doubled over, a loud grunt of pain escaping his lips. He straightened up, sucking in his stomach again, gesturing for Nolan to punch him once more.

Nolan obliged, his fist again slamming into Colt's belly. The impact was brutal, Colt's intestines clearly crushed against his spine. He doubled over again, the pain obviously overwhelming him. But, a third time, he stood up, sucked in his stomach, and gestured for more. Nolan's punches were relentless, each one slamming firm into Colt's vacuumed stomach, straight into his flattened intestines, every impact doubling Colt over with an excruciating grunt.

After the eighth punch, Nolan paused as Colt stood there, his body trembling and cock leaking precum.

I stepped over, and Nolan moved aside, his hand already working his cock as he watched us. Colt straightened up, making eye contact with me. He sucked in his belly, and without breaking eye contact, I drove my fist hard into his navel. The punch landed with a solid thud, and I felt his intestines flatted against his spine under my knuckles. Fuck, it felt incredible. 

Colt's grunt was deep and guttural, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "More," he gasped, his eyes locked onto mine. "Fuck, Leo, I need more." His begging was hot as hell, a raw and primal plea that stoked the fire within me.

He relaxed his gut without vacuuming it back in, and I could see the bulge of his intestines pressing against his skin. "Punch the cum out of me, Leo," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I drove my fist deep into his navel, feeling his unprotected innards under my knuckles, forcing them deep into his body. His grunts were involuntary, masculine, and dripping with need – so I kept punching.

I surprised him with a tap to his nuts, earning an Ah! in a slightly higher register than his grunts before. Before he could react, though, I landed a brutally deep punch to his lower gut. His body convulsed, and he let out a loud, desperate groan as he came, his cock untouched but pulsing with release. The sight was enough to send Nolan over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through him as he jacked off.

I started to stroke myself, my eyes locked onto Colt's battered gut. Nolan stepped up beside me, his hand reaching out to massage my relaxed belly. His touch was firm, his fingers pressing into my soft flesh as he explored my abs. The sensation was electric, and it didn't take long before I was coming too, my body shuddering with release as I thought of what I’d just done (and witnessed done) to Colt, let alone the feeling of Nolan’s guts, too.

Colt held his belly, laughing softly. "Fuck, that was intense," he murmured. Nolan wrapped his arms around both of us, pulling us into a tight embrace.

"That was so hot," Nolan whispered as he embraced us, his breath hot on my neck. “Thanks, boys.”

I looked at Colt, our eyes meeting. There was a hunger there, a need that mirrored my own. I wanted more of him. I wanted to explore every inch of his body again, to feel his gut yield under my fists again and again. 

But for tonight, I glanced down at the two men’s red guts. God, what a good time.