28: The Pit Viper (Ace Hotel)

The Pit Viper and the outline for this story were developed in collaboration with a member who prefers to remain anonymous. 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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I'm hard and hungry. My thumb taps BrutalChat open and starts scrolling. Profiles flash by. Too small. Not my type. Not what I need. I swipe past another uninspiring bio. 

I want a challenge tonight.

Then, with a rush of excitement, I spot a familiar face: The Pit Viper. At just 25, the kid's already a fucking legend in the underground gay wrestling scene. I can't believe he's here, but there he is: an impressive profile pic, those sharp cheekbones and smirking lips. His verified handle, "Viper_LA," confirms it. 

I've watched this little shit fight and flex his abs online more times than I care to admit. He's got a massive following, posts matches on BrutalCam (BrutalChat's offsite OnlyFans wannabe), hosts cam shows... the whole nine yards. He's vicious on the mat and has a reputation for being just as ruthless in the bedroom. I heard he lives in Los Angeles, but I always kind of hoped I'd see him here in New York one day, and here we are. 

I bet his abs are even more impressive in person, the flex of those muscles sending ripples across his flat stomach every time he shows off for the camera.

Mmh, I bet those abs are soft to the touch, but hard as steel when he braces for a punch. How I’d love to feel them both ways. Huh.

I smirk as I picture that smug face of his, writhing in pain as my fist sinks into his gut. My mouth waters at the thought, my cock twitching in my pants. I can almost hear the sickening thud of my knuckles grinding into his abs, feel the yielding of his soft belly as my fist drives deep into his stomach. In my head, the kid's asking for it. And in my head, I'm just the man to deliver. 

Fuck it. I shoot him a chat.

You in NYC?, I ask.

I'm not gonna lie, I don't expect a response. This kid's got fans blowing up his inbox daily, and if he is in New York, he's probably already busy working someone over.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzes.

Viper_LA: Yeah man, just touched down. You tryna hang? I'm free tonight. You're hot.

I smirk. This kid doesn't waste time. Normally, I'd be more cautious, but fuck it — this is The Pit Viper.

He invites me to meet him in his room at the Ace Hotel on 29th.

I waste no time.

I knock, and a few moments later, there he is: The Pit Viper, in the flesh.

"Hey man, good to meet you," he says, his voice friendly, extending a hand. I step into the room, taking in the slightly cocky smile, those intense eyes. He's shorter than me, wiry and lean, but his presence fills the room.

"Likewise," I say, returning the handshake.

He gestures to the minibar: "You want a drink?"

"Oh, hell yeah."

I remove my coat and he fixes us a couple of bourbons, neat. We sip in silence for a moment, sizing each other up. It's clear he's into it, his eyes roaming over my body, taking in my height, my muscles — visible through the thin shirt I'm purposefully wearing. I smirk; I know he's seen bigger dudes, but I also know I won't disappoint.

"I've loved your body for years, man," I admit, setting my glass down. "It's gonna be a real pleasure to explore it in person."

"Yeah, it will be a pleasure," he says, his voice laced with confidence. "I know my body's great. That's why they keep coming back for more." With that, he unbuttons his shirt halfway, revealing a strip of tanned skin, his pecs, and the upper ridges of his abs.

I say nothing, responding simply by removing my own shirt, displaying my muscular form for him, sitting up straight in my chair so my abs don't bunch up — I want him to see my six pack. His eyes lock on, a spark of desire igniting in their dark depths.

"I want to livestream this," he says, his voice taking on a challenging edge. "Unless you're camera shy..."

I shake my head, playing it cool, though I've watched his livestreams before — he only streams the good shit.

"I'm good with it. What do you have in mind, though?"

He grins.

"You know how it is," he begins. "I'm just gonna show my followers that these abs can withstand anything. You've easily got 10, 15 pounds on me, so it'll be a good test. I'm gonna prove that you can't break my abs, but that I can easily break yours."

He steps closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Maybe nobody knows who you are, but they can see you're muscular and that's all that matters. It'll be hot to break you on camera while you try to break me."

The challenge is set.

I'm finding myself turned on not only by the imminent gutpunching, but equally by his belief that I won't break him. He doesn't even seem to have considered the possibility, and that ignites something in me.

I love a gutpunch challenge, but this one's especially hot. I'm certain I'll fold him in half in front of all his followers, and I can't help but wonder if, secretly, he's hoping I'll be the one to finally do it.

"You sure about this?" I ask with a devilish smirk. "I mean, I'm sure you've taken punches before, but I won't hold back. You might not walk away from this one."

He chuckles, and I can see the challenge burning in his eyes as clearly as my own.

"I wrestle and take gutpunches for a living, man. I've been doing this professionally on the underground circuit for years. Nobody's ever broken me." He pauses, his eyes narrowing. "Because they can't."

If my cock had claws, this little fucker's arrogance would make it shred my pants right off my body. I decide to play along.

"We'll see," I say with a shrug. "Let's start this livestream, then."

He sets up his laptop on the desk, angles the 4K webcam to capture the area near the wall we'd use, and logs into BrutalCam. The stream goes live, and just as quickly as he opened the stream, I see a handful of usernames immediately populate the chat.

I take a sip of my bourbon as he turns and gestures for me to join him in front of the camera. I polish off the drink, put the glass down, and step into frame, feeling a spike of adrenaline as I realize nearly 100 viewers have already tuned in now.

"What's up, guys?" Viper greets the audience, his voice confident, his eyes shining with excitement. "Tonight, I've got a treat for you. I'm going head-to-head with this muscle-bound stud right here." He turns to me, grinning, and puts an arm around my shoulder, as if we were pals. "This is Leo, and he thinks he can break my abs."

I smile at the camera, giving a gentle wave.

"That's right," I say, "I've seen this guy take some punches before, but… think I can break him."

There's a chorus of typing in the chat, guys egging us on and asking for a flex-off. I play along, following Viper's lead as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt, sheds it, and launches into a series of poses, giving the viewers a show of our muscles.

Viper takes charge, directing me to stand beside him, my arms outstretched, biceps flexed. I'm wider, taller, and definitely stronger, if going off appearances only. But Viper's confidence never wavers. He engages his core, and his abs ripple with incredible definition.

I'm so fuckin hyped.

Viper steps closer, our chests nearly touching as we face off, giving the viewers a good show. I feel his breath on my neck as he whispers through a smirk, "Don't hold back. I want to feel these punches."

I reply with a baritone whisper, "You might regret that."

The live chat commentary keeps coming, fans going wild, and Viper reads a few aloud.

"They're loving this, saying we're the hottest duo they've seen. A couple of comments say they'd love to see us wrestle before we start throwing punches..."

"Let's give 'em what they want."

He grins, and we do just that, briefly grappling and wrestling, our bodies twisting and straining against each other — I’ll admit he’s stronger than he looks. Viper's chest presses against mine, and I can feel his heart pounding through our slick skin, my cock throbbing in my pants.

We stop our brief wrestling, but the spectators are going crazy, asking us to pose together again, comparing our bodies, seeing how our frames match up. It's clear they're excited for the forthcoming challenge, and Viper clearly loves the attention, hamming it up for the camera as he strikes another pose.

"Alright, alright, enough jerking off," Viper says, reading more comments. "I think they're ready for some action."

"I've been ready," I say, feeling an urgent, primal need stirring within me as I direct my words at the camera: "...so let's give them a good show."

Viper's face flashes with excitement.

"Let's do this naked," he says. "Viewers wanna see skin."

Within seconds, I'm naked, and Viper's little smirk tells me he approves of my physique. I can't help but feel a bit of a rush as I realize I've impressed him. Him, The Pit Viper.

But then, his gaze scans my body, and he casually reads a comment from the chat: "'StomachHammer1997' says, 'Viper's six-pack looks bulletproof! And Leo's pecs are crazy! Oh, and Leo, very nice cock!'"

I chuckle. "Let's test those bulletproof abs."

As we move toward the center of the frame, the sound of our heavy anticipatory breathing is almost obscenely loud.

Viper and I square up. I feel his eyes on my body, taking in every detail, measuring my musculature, lingering on the places that will soon be impacted by his fists.

I glance at the livestream; we've gained viewers since we started. Over 150 people are watching now, eager to see the anticipated gutpunching. Some commenters don't think I can break Viper's abs; their loyalty to him is clear. My confidence never wavers as I read their words, and a soft chuckle escapes me.

"Think you've got what it takes to break these?" Viper goads, drawing my attention back to him. His hands rest on his sculpted abs, fingers splayed across his stomach, drawing my eyes to that perfect six-pack. "Come on, then. Don't hold back. I want to see what you've got."

He asked for it.

I step forward, closer to him, and my arm whips back, coiling like a spring ready to release. With a powerful twist of my body, I drive my fist straight into his gut.

My knuckles slam into his stomach. Viper's eyes shut as he's thrown backward, the force of my punch propelling him a good foot ackward, his back slamming against the wall. I take a step forward, relishing the power I have over him as he steps forward from the wall, his body momentarily stunned, though he hides it well.

The chat erupts into a frenzy, their comments flooding the screen in a wave of excitement. I feel a rush of adrenaline as I step closer to Viper. His chest heaves, and his face glints with challenge and amusement.

"You alright there, buddy?" I ask, smirking.

I know damn well that punch had power.

"That didn't hurt at all," Viper replies, his voice steady, eyes locked on mine. "You really think a tap like that can break me? Looks like your reputation might be a little exaggerated."

Little shit. But, don't get me wrong, I respect the act.

Viper leans closer to the camera, reading another comment: "'BoxerBoy' asks what the rules are. All right, here they are: no shots to the face or nuts. Gut only. Brutal punches are fair game, and holds are okay, too. First to tap loses."

"Agreed," I say, taking a step towards him.

Viper's eyes dart to the camera, then back to me, and I see the mischievous intent in his eyes a split second before he swings. It's a fast, powerful swing, a punch aimed right for my gut. But I'm ready, and my own abs contract, flexing hard to withstand the impact. His knuckles smash into my midsection, but it's like hitting concrete. I barely register the force.

Viper's eyes briefly go wide, and the chat erupts with comments, guys losing their minds over the fact that I didn't even flinch. 

His eyes narrow, and I can practically see the wheels turning in that arrogant head of his. He's going to try to break me, of course, but what he doesn't know is that I've been taking punches for years.

I'm ready for this.

He steps forward, our bare chests nearly touching — our cocks actually touching — and I sense his intention again. 

I know what he's about to do. My muscles coil.

He lashes out, throwing another vicious punch aimed right for my solar plexus, but again, I tighten my core. His fist slams into me, my upper abs unforgiving. I might as well be chiseled from granite. 

His fist slams into my gut once more, and I'll give him this: it's a good hit. But my abs, rock-solid, don't even flinch.

And then, I push him. I shove Viper backward with surprising force, sending him stumbling. He grunts, thrown off-balance, and crashes against the wall. His eyes narrow, flashing with determination and something else... maybe a hint of surprise?

I lunge forward, seizing the opportunity. My fist hammers into his abs, a loud, dull thud heard through the room, but his stomach doesn't yield. I pull back, only to deliver another harsh punch, my knuckles colliding with his stomach, still as solid as before.

It's a good start, and I feel a thrill of satisfaction as the chat goes wild, the viewers going crazy, their comments filling the screen with a frenzy. I know they can see the definition of my muscles as I raise my arms to wipe the barely-forming sweat from my brow.

Viper's gaze is unwavering. "You think you've got some good punches, but if you want to win, you'll have to punch harder than that."

I feel my cock twitch, and I know it's not just mine — Viper's visibly hard, too. The chat has noticed, too; the comments reflect the viewers' smitten reactions to our hard cocks, and there are even some guys beginning to place bets on which of us will win.

"Some guys in the chat are betting against you," I say, watching his face as I deliver the news. "They think I'll break you."

His eyes flash to the screen and back at me, his expression glazed with pure determination. "The hell they are." He pauses, his gaze hardening. "My abs can't be broken, and I'll prove it."

Before I can respond, he explodes, his fist driving straight into my solar plexus. My muscles contract, bracing for the impact, and his punch slams into my gut. It's a good hit, powerful, but I barely feel it. I tighten my abs further, relishing the sensation as his fist collides with my solid muscle.

Viper's vision focuses with intent, and he pulls back only to throw another punch, his knuckles smashing into my midsection again. I meet his gaze, holding his eyes as he delivers yet another blow, and this time, I do nothing to suppress my smirk.

"Go on," I urge boldly, my voice steady. "Punch me harder. You won't break me." My confidence is clear, and I know it only fuels him to go harder, just as I want him to.

Driven by his growing desire to dominate, he unleashes a flurry of punches, his fists slamming relentlessly into my gut. I stand tall, my abs flexed, hard as steel, and take every punch without flinching. My hands go behind my head, exposing my midsection even more, inviting his brutal strikes.

He attacks with a relentless series of gutpunches, his fists blurring as they pummel my stomach for nearly a full minute. He's giving it everything he's got, and still, I don’t allow my abs to yield. I feel each punch, of course, but my core remains solid, like I'd trained it to.

As we approached nearly a second full minute of relentless punching, Viper finally slows, his arms lowering, his breath coming in short gasps. I rub my six-pack, catching my own breath, the sensation of his punches lingering in my gut — not that I'd tell him that. For the first time, I see a flicker of doubt in his eyes as he realizes he might have bitten off more than he can chew.

But this little shit would never admit it.

I step forward, my body still pulsing with adrenaline, and lean in close. "Go on, keep going," I whisper, my breath hot against his ear. "I dare you."

His eyes spark with a challenge, and he opens his mouth, probably to say something cocky...

But before he can speak, I strike.

My fist connects with his midsection, the impact blowing through his body as he grunts. It's a solid hit, and I see the briefest flash of surprise in his eyes before he masks it with a smirk.

I deliver another punch, this one harder, and his breath forces out, if only for a moment. He staggers back, his eyes narrowing, but he doesn't fall.

Viper's abs are rock solid. Every blow connects with the hard resistance of steel — not an inch of give, no shuttering, just rock hard strength.

This only fuels my need to dominate.

I'll be the one to break him, I repeat to myself.

I throw another punch, then another, feeling the power of each impact coursing through my own body. I want to hear him gasp, see him crumble.

Viper stands his ground, his teeth gritted, but he hasn't tapped out yet. His fans are going wild, the chat a blur of frenzied comments. I notice a few are predicting my victory, and a rush of satisfaction surges through me.

I'm getting to him. It’s all getting to him.

With a swift shove, Viper pushes me against the wall. I slam into it with force.

He thinks I'm against the ropes?

Keeping me pinned against the wall, Viper throws a series of punches, a brutal combination.

I keep my core as tight as ever, my muscles fully contracted, and each punch lands with a satisfying thud against my granite stomach. Sweat is starting to slick our bodies, and our hard cocks are pressed together, aching for release that I refuse to acknowledge until I've beaten him.

His fans are loving it, the chat blowing up as viewers go crazy for the trademark aggression The Pit Viper's showing. I happen to catch a comment from 'PuncheePete' that says, "Holy shit, Viper's really trying to defend his title as King. Digging deep against this mountain of a man, but those six-pack abs aren't giving in! Is Leo's stomach made of concrete???"

He's hammering my abs, throwing everything he's got at me in a rapid-fire punch fest, and I feel his knuckles driving into my midsection. But my abs still absorb each blow — it's like he's punching a brick wall. I refuse to accept the alternative.

Actually… I think I know what'll really throw him off.

He keeps punching, his fists slamming into my stomach with as much power now as when we started, and I match his gaze, holding his eyes as he lands a series of fast, brutal impacts. My abs are like a fortress and made of equally solid material, and his frustration is growing — I can see it all across his face. That smirk has faded, replaced by a grim determination.

I want to give him a taste of what I'm capable of, so I decide to switch things up. I let my guard down and relax my abs, my muscle gut becoming suddenly soft and pliant.

Viper's eyes widen as he realizes what I've done, but before he can process it, his fist slams into my now-relaxed stomach. There's a sick heavy-bag THUD as his knuckles drive deep into my belly, his punch grinding my intestines against my spine; he earns a deep "Ugh!" from me as my breath is forced out of my body.

His eyes go wide with surprise as he feels the softness of my gut. "Holy shit," he breathes, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and arousal. "Your guts... they're like... so warm and soft, bro."

I can feel the heat rising to my face as his fist grinds into my soft belly, my insides squirming and churning against his violently curious knuckles. His knuckles plunge deep into my gut, sending a wave of erotic need coursing through me. My stomach folds around his fist like a hot, pliable mass, and he revels in the sensation, his smirk returning.

He pulls his fist out of my gut, only to drive it back in with even more force. I feel his knuckles immediately slam against my spine, my tough intestines flattened under his knuckles.

Good for me, I love being punched in the intestines.

It's an incredible, visceral sensation, and I can't help but gasp as he pulverizes my liquid-soft bowels a second time.

"Your abs were tough," he says, his fist still plunged deep into my gut, "but these soft guts... if you don't give in now, I'm going to fucking shred 'em until you do."

He pulls his fist out and hammers it back into me a third time, his knuckles again smashing my intestines against my spine with another baritone "Uh!" forced from me. It feels like my intestines are being rearranged — undoubtedly into a new configuration that will last until the next man asks to punch them — sloshing and churning under his strength, which he doesn't hold back despite my abs being completely relaxed.

"Damn," he mumbles toward the livestream as he slams his fist into my soft belly a fourth time, his knuckles grinding deep, "his guts are so fucking soft, so pliable, like sinking into a warm waterbed."

He glances back up to me, smirking. He's trying to psyche me out with the viewers as his witness, but I'm not about to let him see me squirm.

"You like that, huh?" I tease, looking him dead in the eye.

His fist is still embedded impossibly deep in my unflexed gut, and with a swift movement, I flex my abs, my muscles clenching and hardening under his fist.

His eyes go wide as my rock-hard stomach forcefully ejects his fist from my body.

"You wanna tap out now?" I challenge, my voice unwavering.

Before he can respond, I strike, unleashing a powerful punch that sinks deep into his unsuspecting gut. His eyes slam shut and he grunts, nearly doubling over before he instinctively flexes his abs, hardening his belly.

Viper's eyes narrow, his breath coming in short gasps. "What did — how the fuck did you just take that?"

I smirk, confident and unfazed. "You're punching the toughest motherfucker you've ever gone up against. And if you don't believe it yet, you're about to find out."

The chat goes absolutely bonkers.

Some guys call me tough, some crazy, but they're all in awe of my stamina, which, not for nothing, fuels both Viper and me even more.

I seize the opportunity and lock my arms around him, my muscles bulging as I hold him in a tight grip. I feel his abdominal muscles clench beneath my fingers, his body tensely locked.

With a swift movement, I release one of my arms from the hold, keeping Viper pinned with the other. I raise my free arm, taking just a moment to admire the definition of my bulging bicep in the livestream video before hammering my fist into Viper's gut. His abs are still rock hard, a solid wall as my knuckles collide with his stomach.

Just look at those fucking abs, I think, admiring the way his muscles flex and striate with the force of my punch.

Viper's breath staggers. He grunts, gritting his teeth as he endures the brutal punch after punch. I admire the way his washboard abs clench and harden, the muscles contracting in a beautiful display of strength and endurance. I give the viewers a quick flex, showing off my own muscles before landing another punch, my fist again connecting with his midsection.

I throw another punch, my knuckles crashing into his gut once more. This little shit really can take a punch, I'll give him that. His abs are clenching and unclenching between the punches, a beautiful display of active muscle that's definitely keeping my cock hard.

Jesus, fuck.

The viewers are going crazy, their comments flooding the screen with a mixture of awe and arousal as I aim to beat this guy, and he aims to defend his own honor.

I can see it in his eyes: he's feeling the proverbial fire in my belly now, and it's spooking him.

Still, Viper doesn't quit. With an unexpected burst of energy, he wriggles free of my grip, his hand shooting up to wrap around my throat. He grabs hold, his fingers digging into my neck as he shoves me backward, pinning me against the wall with a solid slam.

This new move takes me by surprise, I admit, but I don't resist. I raise my arms, spreading them out to either side as if inviting more, my body tensing for what's about to come.

Viper tightens his grip on my throat, cutting off my air supply. He leans in close, his face just inches from mine, and I can feel his breath on my neck and chest as he holds me.

God, I fucking love his raw, animalistic aggression.

He doesn't say a word. Instead, he pulls back his fist and unleashes a fury of punches, hammering them relentlessly into my exposed gut. His knuckles pound against my clenched abs, his blows pummeling my stomach all over. I feel each impact, a brutal vibration resonating through my guts — solar plexus, navel, you name it.

He wants to dominate, to show me he's tougher... and he's trying hard to prove it.

I stand there, arms still raised, letting him unleash his beating. My abs remain contracted, hard as rock, a solid wall offering no give under his relentless attack. I revel in the sensation of his knuckles slamming into my midsection as my air supply dwindles.

The viewers are going feral in the chat, the comments a blur of chaotic excitement. I catch a glimpse of a comment from 'MuscleSub4Dom': "Holy fuck, Viper's fuckin wild, look at him hammer this guy's abs! That gut is practically carved out of marble!"

I feel my own body respond, my cock aching more and more with each punch he lands.

Our bodies are well slicked with sweat now, the scent of our pits now filling the air, too. The smell only intensifies my arousal, and I can tell Viper feels it too.

I let him go on a few more seconds, enjoying the sensation of his hand squeezing my throat, cutting off my air as he pounded my abs. I'm not struggling, just taking it, my arms still raised, my body language still willing.

The guys in the chat are going absolutely apeshit. One dude says, "Holy shit, is The Viper choking him out? I think he is! Wrap those fuckin tree trunks around him and show him why they call you The Fuckin Pit Viper!!!"

As my vision starts to swim and my lungs begin to burn, I wrench Viper's hand from my throat with a swift movement, spinning him around. I drop down to one knee and pull him down backward with me. His eyes go wide with surprise at the sudden loss of control as he falls backward, landing bent over my knee, his gut fully exposed.

Without hesitation, I swing my arm back and unleash a vicious punch, my fist sinking deep into the pit of his gut. My fist plows through his body and I feel his abdominal muscles clench involuntarily. He grunts, winded, and I know it's a good hit.

I give him a moment, letting him feel the burn in his gut as I push him off of my knee. He stands, not fully able to stand up straight, and the oxygen rushes back into his lungs.

And I strike again.

My fist drives into his navel, deep into the soft flesh of his belly. The impact doubles him over, and I feel his abdominal muscles trying to clench around my knuckles.

My knuckles finally sink deep into his soft, warm guts. I feel his intestines give under my fist, my knuckles brushing against his spine as he gasps, his spit flying onto my cheek.

What a fucking beautiful moment.

I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear. "I told you I wasn't gonna break," I whisper, my voice dripping with satisfaction.

Viper, hit with a second wind, pushes me back, a calculated move that catches me slightly off guard. Before I can recover, his fist drives into my navel, the impact winding me. It's like his knuckles are trying to reach my spine through the front of my body all over again. Every fiber of my being wants to double over, but I fight the urge.

Without pausing, he slams both palms against my shoulders and shoves. My back hits the wall and I'm left wide open as he throws his entire weight behind another punch, aiming just below my diaphragm.

My eyes slam shut as his fist collides with my gut. It feels like his knuckles are punching straight through me, my intestines tying themselves into knots as my body tries to protect my organs from the onslaught. The impact is felt all through my torso, leaving me momentarily breathless and doubled over in pain from the shot to my diaphragm.

"Fuck — oh fuck—" I breathe, my stomach protesting the brutal treatment it just took.

"Told you, I'd shred your guts," he says, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now who's—"

Before he can finish his smug sentence, I straighten up, harnessing every bit of strength I have left. I pivot on my foot and unleash my own counter-attack, driving my fist straight into the center of his guts.

Now, that's what I'm fucking talking about.

Viper's forced backward, the wind completely knocked out of him. I keep my arm extended, my fist sunk deep into his belly, and I feel his abs spasm around my knuckles.

Never let your guard down.

I hold him up, my arm supporting his entire weight as I massage his soft, pliable guts with slow, deliberate circles. I hear him groan in pain, his breath hot and ragged against my body, and I know he's feeling every sensation as intensely as I just did.

I slowly remove my fist from his guts and look him dead in the eye.

"You give in yet?" I challenge.

"No!" Viper snaps, his voice tight with determination.

I can see the fire in his eyes, the stubborn refusal to admit defeat. But I've felt his insides — he can't hide the way my fist tore through his guts.

I let my hand rest on his midriff, my palm pressing gently into his sweaty abs, feeling the way his stomach accepts my hand pressing into it. With no warning, I drive my fist into his lower belly, my knuckles grinding deep into his lower intestines.

"Ugh!" Viper grunts, his eyes slamming shut as he feels my fist drive into his guts.

I pull my fist out, my knuckles coated in his sweat, and I ask again, "How about now?"

"No," Viper breathes, his voice shaking. "Not yet..."

I uppercut straight into his navel, my fist driving upward into the soft flesh of his stomach. There's a wet thud as my knuckles smash through his insides, and Viper's body responds with another guttural "Ugh!"

His eyes screw shut, his head tossing forward as he succumbs to the punch. His arms fly to his sides, his hands balling into fists, but not to fight back — this time, it's in surrender.

"I give," he pants, his voice strained. "Fuck — I give."

I let my hand gently massage his soft belly, my knuckles massaging his liquified guts. With my other hand, I stroke his hair, calming him as his breath slowly returns to normal.

"Good boy," I whisper.

I step forward, backing Viper against the wall, effectively cornering him. His eyes lock onto mine. I crowd him, my body heat pressing into his. And I can't help but notice his hard cock still pressed against mine.

Fuck, this guy's body is even more beautiful when it's beaten.

My eyes flick down to his erection, then back up to his eyes, and I smirk.

"You like that? You like getting your abs dominated?" I grumble in my deep voice, my breath ghosting over his face.

He swallows, his eyes never leaving mine. "It's never happened before," he admits, his voice nearly breathless.

I reach my left hand out and spit into it before wrapping my fingers around his hard cock. Viper's breath stutters, and he offers no resistance as I begin to stroke him, my grip tight and purposeful. I push his back flat against the wall, his head hitting the solid surface with a soft thud.

My gaze doesn't waver. "Say it," I command. "Tell me you submit to me."

"I—" Viper swallows again, his throat bobbing. "No, I don't subm —"

Without warning, I hammer my right fist into his lower gut, my knuckles plunging deep into his soft belly. Viper grunts, his eyes slamming shut as his head instinctively juts forward, his mouth falling open in a silent moan.

The guys in the chat lose their collective minds.

I smirk, feeling his relaxed belly against my knuckles. I pull my fist out of his guts, my eyes holding his.

"Say it."

Viper's eyes open, his breath coming in short gasps. He stands there, saying nothing, his expression full of defiance despite the intestinal abuse he's taken.

"I don't sub—"

And I don't hesitate. I unleash another brutal blow, my fist colliding with his lower belly once more. The impact sends a shudder through Viper's body, as a grunt is forced out of him. His cock twitches within my grasp.

That's right, take it, I think, feeling my own cock twitch in response.

Viper remains silent, and I can see the challenge in his eyes.

"Last chance," I say, my body crowding his. "Say you submit to me."

Viper stays stubbornly quiet, and I know what he wants. He wants another punch. My fist itches to give it to him — my cock itches to give it to him.

I let go of his cock and drive my fist straight into his lower guts for a third time, right below his navel, in the center of his beautiful cum gutters. This time, I put my back into it, my right fist crushing his lower intestines as my left hand grabs a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look me in the eyes.

Viper cries out, his eyes squeezing shut as his back arches. His body convulses, and hot ropes of cum shoot out of his cock, jet after jet splattering over my cock, my chest, and my stomach. He bucks his hips, riding out his intense orgasm as his cum keeps coming, my fist still deep in his spongy lower guts.

"I submit," he pants, his voice hoarse. "Oh fuck, I submit."

I lean in close, my lips ghosting over his ear, and whisper, "Now, that's a good boy."

I can feel his cum painting my stomach, his warm seed splattered over my own hard cock, my chest, his own stomach... all the while, my fist remains deep in his gut, my knuckles grinding into his lax intestines.

Viper collapses into me, hugging me tight as his body shakes from the aftermath of his intense orgasm. I feel his breath, hot and ragged, against my neck and shoulder as he comes down from his high, and I hold him there, feeling his soft, sweaty body against mine.

After a moment, Viper pulls back, and our eyes lock. He searches my face, his expression a mix of surprise and something else I can't quite name.

Then, like a shot, he scrambles away, moving with agility that belies the beating his body's just taken. He grabs his laptop, hastily clicking to end the livestream. I smirk, amused by his swift action.

"You didn't want your fans to see that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Viper doesn't respond, his eyes still wide as he stares at me, still processing what just happened. Finally, he speaks, his voice tinged with a hint of awe. "I've never... I've never felt anything like that."

I feel my own need to cum beginning to build.

"I wanted to break you."

Viper swallows, his eyes never leaving mine. "You did," he admits. "I've never felt punches like that."

He says it like it's a confession, and I can see the wheels turning in his head as he processes the vulnerability of his admission. I know what he's thinking: this is new territory for him. It's written all over his face.

"I'm not gonna lie," he continues, his voice cracking slightly. "I want more."

Hearing those words, I step forward, closing the distance between us.

"More punches?" I ask, my voice low.

"Wait," he says, his voice breathless. He reaches for the desk and grabs his phone, quickly typing in his passcode. "Let me get your number."

Intrigued, I watch as he unlocks his phone and scrolls to his contacts, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen. He taps on a new contact, his eyes flicking up to meet mine as he begins to type.

"What's your number?" he asks. "I'm coming back to New York in a few months. We should—"

I smirk, already knowing this guy would want more.

I give him my number, my eyes never leaving his as he types it in, and I see the moment he finishes, hitting 'save' before setting his phone down once more.

"There," he says, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Now I have you."