29: Rohan & Ford (Tempe)

Rohan, Ford, and their 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’ve always liked to workout outside, in parks with those calisthenics setups or in some secluded spot under the sun. I like to breathe fresh air while getting my pump. 

And that’s exactly what I’m doing right now, in the warm Arizona sun, in some Tempe park with a sweet calisthenics setup. It’s a Saturday, and I’m in town working with Arizona State. The university hired my consulting firm to send someone out to speak with students about the work we do.

I’m the lucky one they chose to send. The student conference ended yesterday, but I don't fly back home until tomorrow. So, today, I’m killing time by destroying this workout course. It’s an all-in-one outdoor gym, with parallel bars for dips, a pull-up bar, some monkey bars, and a set of hanging rings. Beneath a nearby basketball hoop, blue cement marks out the point shots.

I start with a set of dips. I grip the parallel bars, my arms straight, supporting my weight. Then, I lower myself until my triceps are parallel to the ground before powering back up. The bars bend under my weight, the old metal creaking a little with each rep. My triceps ignite with a deep burn as I go lower and slower, drawing out the stress on my muscles.

I finish the set and grip the bars tightly, holding myself up as I flex my triceps, the muscles bulging with power. I hold for a few seconds, feeling the power in my arms, before releasing the bars and stepping back.

A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead as I enjoy the sensation of my pumped-up arms, as though the muscle itself could rip through the skin at any moment. 

The clear, bright sky stretches overhead as I power through a set of pull-ups, my biceps and back now straining as I pull my chin up and over the bar. The infamous Arizona sun beats down, but I like how the sun and the workout combine to make me sweat. The air is warm, scented with the mineral tang of my exertion. 

My workout comes to an end with a final set of hanging ring dips. The metal rings bite into my skin as I dip and push up, my shoulders burning with the effort. I take a second to enjoy how I feel in my pumped physique. It’s a nice feeling – accomplished, even – and I find myself taking pride in my body. 

I enjoy a good pump and sweat, and I'm feeling it right now, but it's not just my muscles that are craving action. All this sweat and heat has me worked up. I’m as horny as fuck right now, my cock straining against my shorts, though I haven't touched it once. I need action, and there's only one thing that’ll satisfy me. I need someone to punch me. Or I need someone to let me punch him. Hell, I don't care which. 

I want to feel a fist in my gut, driving the air from my lungs and compressing my intestines. I yearn to sense a guy's strength as he works over my insides, or I want to feel my own power as I reduce a man to a gasping, writhing mess. The thought makes my cock ache.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I stop mid-stretch – arms reaching above my head and back arched – a grin crossing my face as I glimpse the app icon lighting up the screen of my phone now in my hand. I've got a message on Manscape, that new gay hookup app.

I swipe open the app and my eyes immediately go to the profile pic: two guys posing in a gym mirror, their bodies hot and sweaty. My kind of guys. One guy must have taken the other to the gym for this pic, as one of them is clearly well built while the other is twig-thin.

Hey, you must be new in town. Me and my roommate are into your profile.

My eyes narrow. This sounds promising. I tap on their profile and see two names: Rohan and Ford. Mid-twenties, and grad students at ASU. Not many photos, though.

Hey, I'm Leo. Down for some fun if you are.

Yeah, definitely. Rohan here. Ford's out getting some stuff at the store but he'll be back in like 10. You down to come over?

Sure thing, send me the address. Leaving the gym now. That ok?

That's great, actually.

Rohan sends the address, and soon I'm on my way to their place about a 10 minute drive from the park. 

I arrive at their apartment complex, an old, sprawling, brown two-story complex with ample parking.

I make my way to their apartment. A thin, dark-skinned guy with glasses answers the door. He's shirtless and my eyes immediately go to his ripped abdomen, his skin stretched taut over the defined lines of his six pack. But he's just skinny, not exactly muscular. Still, I feel my breath catch at how much I want to play with that skinny belly.

But we haven't discussed any kinks yet.

Down, boy.

"Hey, Leo. I'm Rohan." He extends a hand and I take it, noticing the strong grip despite his wiry frame. "Ford's in the kitchen. He just got back from the store." 

I step inside, and my eyes scan the apartment. It's your typical grad student pad: dark, old furniture, lots of books and papers stacked up, dishes piled in the sink. There's a faint smell of sweat hanging in the air, which makes my cock twitch in my shorts – though the fragrance may just be because these guys don't clean up, not because it's a fresh, natural musk. Still, I can compartmentalize and decide to enjoy it.

"You want a beer or something?" 

"Sure, that'd be great." I follow Rohan into the kitchen, my eyes now on a burly guy with dirty-blonde hair and a white tee. His thick arms are bared, and his chest stretches the fabric of his shirt. My stomach flips. These dudes are both hot – jackpot. 

"This is Ford," Rohan says, noticing my gaze. "He's my roommate." 

Ford grins, revealing a row of white teeth. "Hey, man. Rohan told me about you. Glad you could make it." He passes me a cold "Kilt Lifter Scottish Ale" from the fridge. I glance at the label, crack it open, and take a long swig as I admire Ford's powerful physique. Ford's a fucking tank, with bulging muscles and clear strength.

We chat in the kitchen, sipping our beers, and I enjoy the easy banter. Ford does most of the talking, filling me in on his grad program in kinesiology. I mention my consulting, and Rohan chimes in to talk about his master's in design, which he plans to use to develop video games. But the small talk can only last so long. 

After all, we're not here to discuss their classes.

Ford gets down to business, a hint of challenge in his tone as he straightens his spine and leaned in, imposing. "So, you're pretty beefy, man. You into muscle worship?"

I smile and shrug, setting my beer down on the counter. "I'm into a lot of things. And I do like to be worshipped."

I look into Ford's eyes as I say it, as I get the impression he thinks he'll be dominating me today.

Let's see where this goes.

That was enough to get them talking about their kinks. They admit they often bring a third guy home for some fun.

"Most guys are stronger than Ro here but smaller than me," Ford explains. "So, basically, any third we bring home usually dominates Ro and gets dominated by me."

I get the picture. They've sized me up and are wondering if I fit the mold: strong enough to handle Rohan but small enough for Ford to push around.

Huh.

I glance between the two of them, a thrill coursing through me as I consider the possibilities. My cock is growing rubbery at this point, a fact that my still-wet gym shorts doesn't hide. The guys finally notice.

Ford takes a step toward me and begins to gently stroke me through my shorts. I notice his cock is also getting hard, as is Rohan's to my right.

Ford takes another step toward me, his eyes locked on mine, and closes the distance. Then, he leans in for a kiss.

Our lips are only millimeters apart when I suddenly pull back, rebuffing the large jock with a smirk. Ford arches an eyebrow, clearly surprised at my feigned display of hesitation – maybe even a little intrigued. It's a small spark of resistance that suggests I don't melt for just anybody's charm.

That may be new for him.

In a swift motion that makes Ford's eyes widen in surprise, I shove my right arm in Rohan's face, his glasses glinting as he eyes the throbbing muscle of my pumped up bicep. I give Ford a hard stare and flex for Rohan.

Rohan's eyes go wide at the sight, and he practically drools, reaching out to gingerly touch my rock-hard arm. Then, without warning, I switch my attention back to Ford, shoving my flexed bicep in his face and fixing him with a challenging look.

"Worship it," I growl, a grumble emanating through the first syllable.

Startled, a switch flips in Ford, and he doesn't need to be told twice. I smirk as I watch him wrap his thick fingers around my powerful muscle.

Ford moans, kissing and licking my bicep, his eyes fluttering closed as he pulls my arm to his face. This guy's definitely a muscle worshiper, and I can't say I'm surprised – I've worked hard for these arms, and a pumped muscle fresh from the gym is particularly drool-worthy for guys into this kind of thing.

Ford's lips move across the sweaty inside of my bicep. He trails small wet kisses along the crest of my biceps peak and down my tricep as Rohan collapses into a squat to kiss my calf and quads. Rohan's appreciation of my muscular calves is a nice surprise.

Rohan strips as he worships, letting his thin shorts fall to the floor. His bare chest is so skinny that you could see the shadow of his ribcage over his belly. I decide then and there I'll definitely be having some fun with his stomach before this is over, somehow. The thought makes me throb against my shorts, but Rohan's kiss on my calf snaps me back to the moment.

Without breaking the kiss, I reach down with one hand to gently caress Rohan's head, my other arm held tight in Ford's grip as he continues to smother my bicep in kisses. I glance toward Ford, taking note of his superb arms flexing slightly against my resistance as he worships my other arm. I briefly wonder who's stronger, Ford or me.

We'll find out.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Ford breathes against my skin, pulling me from my thoughts. "Show me your abs. Let me see what you got."

I oblige, stepping back from Rohan to lose my own shirt, revealing my sculpted pecs, my abs tight and defined, and my waist lean. Both guys wet their lips and I can't help but feel proud, even a little dominant.

Ford flicks his shirt off over his head in turn. He's larger than me, with wider shoulders and a chest that could crush me.

But, right now, my eyes are on his gut. Covered with a layer of fat, I just know there's thick muscle under there, too. I wonder if it's as solid as it looks. Taking a step toward him, my eyes meet his.

Ford begins to grope my chest, squeezing my pecs and admiring the sensation of the firm, thick muscle. Rohan stares at my body, a dewy sheen of sweat on his skin and his own slender abs visible even at rest. His thin abs are incongruous with his wiry frame, and I find myself intensely aroused.

Ford steps closer, reaching out to grab my lower back as he starts to grind his muscular body against mine, our now-hard cocks rubbing together through our clothes. Then, he grips my firm bubble butt to pull me closer, his breath hot and close to my ear. "You smell so good," he whispers. "Like a fucking man."

Fuck.

Ford releases me and loops his thumb into his jeans to drops his pants and underwear and I do the same. Rohan, just in his underwear, joins us in the nude.

Ford's nicely average, but Rohan's got him beat.

By several inches.

The guys continue to explore my physique with their hands, mouths, and lustful eyes as I quietly soak it all in, letting them enjoy my body. I lean back against the counter, allowing Ford better access to my chest as he brushes kisses across my pecs. The kiss of his wet lips against my salty skin sends a warmth through me. I watch him suck my left nipple between his lips, his strong tongue dancing against the sensitive peak. Fuck, it feels good.

My eyes fall on Rohan, and I feel a rumble deep in my gut as I notice his slim appearance, the skin stretched taut against his wiry body. His abdomen contoured into rigid lines, which causes my mouth to go dry.

I tear my attention away from his intriguing belly to take in the sight of Ford's own body, the muscles in his back and arms rippling with his movements as he continues to lavish attention on my chest. I let a hand cup the back of Ford's head, palming his baseball cap, guiding him back up to face me as he straightens. I lower my voice to a growl.

"Tell me, boys. What other kinds of kinks do you have up your sleeves?"

Rohan hesitates, his hands drifting across my abs hesitantly, and shoots a nervous look at Ford. The burly blonde straightens, his strong chest heaving as he too casts a questioning glance at his roommate. I took the opportunity to adjust my stance, my aching cock jerking as it bobs with the movement.

"Ask me whatever you want. I don't judge."

Ford took a bold step even closer toward me, standing toe to toe, chest to chest, dick to dick.

"What are you into, Leo? Be straight with me." I like his assertiveness, I have to admit.

I rest one hand on his shoulder, admiring his stature as I whisper my reply. "Muscle, obviously; pits, domination... poppers." I watch their faces for a response, eyeing their expressions for any hint of disgust or excitement. Their mouths hang open in equal parts awe and anticipation. "And impact play," I add.

A spark ignites in Ford's blue eyes, his gaze unwavering as the shadow of a smirk dances across his lips. "Like, what kind of impact play?"

I shrug nonchalantly, my heartbeat kicking up a notch as I lean in closer, my lips brushing his ear as I answer. "Open to different kinds, but primarily gutpunching. Hard gutpunching. But I know that's not everyone's thing."

Ford sucks in a breath, shivering at the suggestion. His response excites me, but I remain stoic, keeping up my tough facade. I pull back to assess his reaction, intrigued by how enamored he seemed to be with the idea of it. My heart jumps another gear as he begins to speak.

"That... that actually gets me hard. I never thought anyone else was into it."

Ford wipes my sweat from his lips. "When I pledged my frat in undergrad, a bunch of the bigs hazed the littles by tying our hands behind our backs and punching us in the gut. Kinda fucked up, but I had to hide my hardon from my big."

Rohan eyes Ford, surprised, and then turns back to me, eager. “That’d be so hot to watch. You should do it, Ford.”

Ford nods, his eyes still on me. "I'm game if you are."

"You ever been punched before, Leo?" Ford says, shoving me gently against the counter. "You ever let a guy just wail on your fucking gut?"

I suppress a grin. "I've handled my fair share of punches. I can take it."

Ford nods, his eyes dropping to my stomach. "You ever been hit so hard you couldn't breathe? Had to just take it and wait for the dude to give you air?" His voice is low, filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"Yeah," I breathe, aroused at the thought, my cock aching as it strains upward. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, flashing back to so many men who have worked me over good. "I fucking love it."

I don't flinch away. Instead, I flash a cocky grin, standing my ground. My skin tingles with excitement at Ford's rough treatment, and an electric thrill shoots through me at the prospect of taking his punches.

But this guy's got power behind his strikes. I can already tell that much.

Ford meets my gaze, seeing right through my confident expression to the vulnerable insides I'm trying to hide. A predatory smile stretches across his face as he leans into me, his finger tracing the planes of my abdomen. Rohan stands and takes a step back, beginning to stroke his cock as he watches. Ford pulls me toward him, tilting his head back to look up at me as he speaks in a low, gravelly voice.

"So you think you can take a punch from me?"

I offer him a challenge in my silence, in the defiance of my eyes. A split second passes between us in which I look down into his eyes and offer myself up for punishment by relaxing the solid bricks of my six pack and holding my arms out to my sides – opening my stomach up to him. Ford, unflinchingly, levels a blow to my belly, windmilling back his thick arm to deliver a devastating punch to my neutral intestines.

This alpha fucker plows into me, his fist hammering my gut with enough force to buckle my legs.

I gasp, seeing stars as Ford's punch slams into me, crushing my intestines and sending a wave through me – this is the shit I was looking for. I fold in half, but he straightens me back up, my broad back slamming into the wall behind me as I sucked in a desperate breath of air. But something rumbles to life within me, something deep and primal. I force myself to straighten, my body aching already with the aftermath of the blow as I fight for air. I stand up straight, aroused beyond measure. With my chest up and out, I let my belly fall slack for Ford.

"Fuuuck," Rohan says, jacking off harder.

My mouth curls into a smile as I look Ford in the eye. "I can take more."

Another grin splits Ford's face as he recognizes the challenge. "Oh, really?"

I grab a fistful of Ford's hair and give him a savage kiss, my tongue delving deep into his mouth. Rohan, standing off to the side, has a front row seat to the sloppy, rough kiss, and I can tell he's getting off on it.

After a few moments, Ford lets out a growl and pulls back, gripping the back of my neck to hold me in place as he speaks. "Ro, watch this." Turning back to me, he growls. "Bend over that counter, bitch."

My eyes dart to Rohan, whose eyes widen at the sight of my muscular body as Ford bends me backward over the counter that separates their living room from their kitchen. It's a nice reminder that I'm not the only one getting off on this guy finding a brutal pleasure in punching my intestines.

"That's it, fucker," Ford taunts, gripping my bicep, twisting my arm behind my back and laying me over it, arching my back more. I let out a gasp as he digs his fingers into the sensitive muscle.

"Gonna start off soft. Try not to cry too loud."

Ford buries his knuckles in my gut, his fist collapsing my stomach inwards as his punch flattens my navel into my body. I suck in a breath at the force of it, faltering for a second as the punch crushes my stomach, but recouping as quickly as I can.

My stomach is stretched taut, and Ford is doing some damage to my loose intestines, but goddamn, it still feels fucking good to take one for the team. I'm rock hard as his fist slams into me over and over, my belly undulating and flattening each time his knuckles find my meaty bowels. I'm impressed by Ford's strength – this dude fucking lays into my gut as I grin and bear it, enjoying the show of strength that squashes my intestines into me every fucking time.

After a string of Ford's unforgiving punches, I've had enough. I twist my arm from his grasp, surprising him because he thought he had me pinned.

He didn't know I was allowing it.

With a sudden display of power I yank my arm forward and flex my bicep. Ford's eyes go wide as I grip his thick arm, slamming his hand onto the counter and holding it tightly. Quickly, I lean back to let my free hand sail into his soft belly.

The hot, hulking beast doubles over with an involuntary grunt. Grabbing Ford’s head by the backward cap, I slam him back against the wall, and he loves it – a weak, barely perceptible ugh, yes escapes his lips as he finds eye contact with me briefly.

His strong arms loop around me to pull me closer. His cock brushes my own as I press into him. Ford stretches out his arms against the wall, bracing himself as I pull my fist back.

This time, I bury my knuckles deep into Ford's navel, sinking into his soft belly as his fat-layered gut accepts my punishing knuckles with ease. I begin to plow mercilessly into his belly now, the slimy slickness of sweat making my punches land with a wet slosh over and over as Ford completely lets himself go.

He's a fucking mess, and I love it.

"Oh, fuck yes," Ford growls, over and over, his eyes rolling back into his head at each guttural sound that's wrenched from his throat, his desperation mounting as I begin to sink my fist deeper into his soft belly with each subsequent punch until my knuckles were plowing in as deep as he could possibly stand it.

My knuckles grind deep into his bowels, making his eyes widen as he feels how far in I can get, and he cries out at the sensation. His moans are unrestrained; the wet smacks of my punches rocking his body. But Ford holds his ground and takes my punches, head thrown back in absolute ecstasy, panting and drooling like a starved dog as I rain down blow after blow on his stomach.

Rohan's out in the open now, coming up next to me for a close-up look at one jock beating the guts of another jock – two doms, one decisively dominating the other.

I've been waiting for Rohan to come out of his shell; now, with him jerking his fat cock hard, his gaze is locked on the spectacle. My own cock is crying out in arousal as I hear Rohan's breath in between Ford's grunts.

"Do it again. Punch him harder this time."

Rohan?

Ford arches an eyebrow with interest at Rohan's sudden aggression. Stepping aside to let Rohan have more access to Ford's body, I curl my fist inward and hold nothing back, delivering a crushing blow to the dead center of Ford's gut, shocking and paralysing his intestines as he gasps to catch his breath.

Ford's whole body lurches forward, his mouth falling open as his eyes widen behind his eyelids in a mix of pleasure and shock at the sheer force. His breaths come in desperate gasps as he tries to choke down air around the pressure of the punch, his whole body folding around my fist with a look of euphoric torment on his face.

"Damn," Rohan whispers, his eyes trailing Ford's body with keen interest. "Look how much his body curls around your fist..." He swallows, then urges me on with a sharp nod as he continues to stroke himself. "Hit him again."

I don't object. Pulling my hand back, I plow my knuckles into Ford's unflexed gut again and again, the punches landing with wet sloshes and Ford's body collapsing under the strain, his legs shaking as I knock the breath out of him again and again.

Rohan's furiously jacking off now, "Your fist is wrecking his gut."

It's like Rohan's suddenly come alive, pointing out the obvious as he stares at my fist disappearing into Ford's helpless but willing gut.

"Your fist is plowing through his small intestine every time you land a punch," Rohan commentates.

Ford's eyes widen as he hears his own intestines getting destroyed described back to him. But from behind a veil of struggling, pained pleasure, his head turns to Rohan to say, "Yes, sir," and beg for more.

I deliver three punches into Ford's lower gut, just below his navel, each one deliberate, deep, and crushing before I pull back for the next, earning deep, begging moans from the frat bro.

"Oh, fuuuck," Rohan continues. "That's his small intestine taking it all. Getting fucking pummeled," Rohan continues. "Every blow just wrecks his intestines – can you push his intestines up into his diaphragm?"

Ford can barely speak, just wheezing in confirmation of Rohan's commentary, and nodding through heavy lidded-eyes.

I reared my fist back and uppercut Ford in the navel, crushing his loose innards up into his diaphragm by request, earning a deep and involuntary huff as the breath was forced from the frat bro's body.

I glance at Rohan and grin as Ford wobbles and falls to his knees in front of me panting heavily, but Rohan finds my gaze and holds it, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

I slip my hand behind Ford's head, again palming his backward cap and guiding him to look up at me. "Tell me you love it," I growl, half dominating him and half feeding my own ego.

"I- I do..." Ford exhales shakily with a smile. "Please... I need more." He takes a steadying breath.

I stand the beaten jock back up, form a fist, and plow into Ford's gut, delivering impact after impact again. Lefts and rights, each punch barely to the left or right of his navel. I drove every punch as deep into the jock’s guts as his guts would allow.

Rohan, watching from my left, says, “That’s so fucking hot,” he pants eagerly. “Every time you hit him with a right, I can see his intestines bulge his oblique out.”

Rohan loses it, overwhelmed by the sight and sound of Ford's gut getting worked over. He sees me glance to him, and I can tell that he knows I'm also watching him pleasure himself to the sight of Ford's destruction.

Turning my attention back to Ford, whose body is a wreck, I slam my fist into his gut with a slippery, wet smack. Rohan breaks eye contact to see Ford's belly bulging and sinking with my punches.

I rear back, giving Ford just a second. Then I deliver one final punch to his gut, sinking my knuckles deep into the meaty pit of his belly. My knuckles grind into the bro’s insides as my fist buries itself in his stomach, breaching the soft layers of this beast's vulnerability. The hot, sweaty frat boy's gut implodes with the force of my knuckles and he doubles over into me, wrapping his arms around me with his face buried in my pecs. 

I release Ford. His body sags against the wall, trembling and panting. The sight of his beaten belly – soft, pliant, and fully relaxed – is already welling cum up within me.

Rohan, still stroking his cock, steps forward. 

Ford staggers upright, pushing off the wall and pressing against it as he takes a steadying breath. I slap his ass playfully, gripping his shoulder to turn him around, and he presents his soft, tender stomach to me, panting softly as I press my lips to his ear. "How's your gut?"

"Fucking wrecked," he breathes through a smile, closing his eyes.

I smirk at Rohan as I pull a counter-height stool over and guide the beaten jock onto it so he can sit. "Take a seat. You earned it."

Ford does, but his gaze is fixated on Rohan's cock and how it swings with his movements, leaving a trail of precum on his thigh.

"Rohan," I begin, stepping up to him. "You want some too?"

He swallows, nodding slowly with a grin. "Only if you go slow at first."

I smile gently, reaching out to take his hand. I lead him over to the wall where I'd just beaten Ford and whisper in his ear.

"I'll go as soft as you want."

Rohan's shoulders relax as he exhales, closing his eyes with a soft smile as I press a kiss to his lips. My hands roam his slim torso, rubbing up and down gently over his stomach, doing my best to ease his nerves. He flinches when my fingertips brush against his navel, but I reassure him with a soft sound in the back of my throat, easing his worries. I can tell he's nervous I'll let loose on him.

"You can back out anytime," I pull back, searching his eyes for a sign that he understands. "Just focus on kissing me. Enjoy the rush."

Rohan sucks in a deep breath and nods, a small smile playing at his lips as he relaxes into my touch. "Okay. Punch me."

With that, I let my arm fall to my side. Pulling him closer, I pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly as I slowly curled my fist inward, delivering the softest punch I possibly could to his rail-thin gut.

My fist taps into Rohan softly. He whimpers into my mouth, his breath interrupted with each tap as his body folds slightly with the blow. Grinning, I seize his hips and pull him into me again, crushing his lips with mine before delivering another punch to his belly. My fist sinks into his yielding gut, a grunt forming in his throat as his stomach collapses inward, giving way to my blow.

His belly is like a stress ball, his organs squishing and twisting inside of him as my fist destroys his composure, but never his strength.

But I go soft on him. He's got nerves of steel, and I want to reward that. Licking into his mouth, I break the kiss as Rohan pants softly, his breath coming in desperate, shallow gasps as I throttle his slender body between my fist and my hips.

This guy is in pain. I can tell by his breathy, uncontrolled moans that he's struggling to hang on through the punches. He's a fighter – metaphorically speaking – and I'm impressed. Rohan is an entirely different beast to dominate. With a final, gentle impact to his soft stomach, I stop and massage my knuckles into his spongy stomach.

I know Ford is watching, likely seeing his roommate in a different light now, stroking his cock at the sight of his friend getting tenderized.

Rohan's insides are an anatomical wonder under my fingertips, his muscles mere membranes, his pliant intestines mere sacs of jelly under my knuckles. I'm curious and intrigued by how different his skinny, almost fatless body feels from Ford's. Ford's muscular and meaty frame had a layer of fat over the thick, relaxed muscles of his gut, making for a squashy, plush, cushiony stomach that absorbed my punches and hid his insides. But with Rohan, it's like his raw guts are right there under the surface, every flex and twist of his intestinal tract tangible through his soft skin.

But I never wanted to hurt him. 

I step back, regarding him tenderly, and pull Rohan into my chest with a protective arm as he lets out a soft sigh of relief, his warm body relaxing into mine. "How we doing?"

He nuzzles into me, flashing a shy smile. "That... wasn't bad at all. Truthfully, it really kept me hard."

"You're doing great," I reassure him.

Rohan nods, his eyes dropping as a faint pink hue rises in his cheeks.

Curious, I wonder how far this guy's endurance can be pushed before his nerves get the better of him. I'm about to find out.

"Ready for a little more?"

Rohan swallows. The first punch lands softly, but still with a little more force than the last. Rohan doubles a little further over, his body wrapping around my fist as he exhales through his mouth. I sink another soft blow into his gut, feeling his stomach indent around my fist.

"That's it," I tell him. "You can take it."

I pepper his lips with kisses as my fist sinks deeper into his soft organs. Rohan moans into my mouth, more aroused whimpers escaping his throat with each soft crack of my fist against his slender body. I can tell he's enjoying this, even if my punches are mere taps. He caresses and squeezes the thick beef of my left arm while my right fist hits his belly.

Rohan's coming along nicely, so I decide to escalate further – slowly, but surely.

"You're so fucking strong," I tell him.

My fist sinks into his soft stomach, a groan rumbling up from his chest as his eyes squeeze shut. I go a little harder, and he cries out into my lips, meeting my tongue with his own as his body arches into me, but there's no giving way – no folding like a snapped stick.

"Keep going," he whispers.

I begin to pummel his gut relentlessly now, my knuckles twisting and grinding into his soft belly.

His body is wracked with pleasure, crying out into my mouth as my fist pounds into his soft jelly of his gut, but Rohan still hasn't had the benefit of feeling an overpowering, smashing gutpunch.

I'd like to change that.

Ending our kiss, I tighten my grip on his hips to keep him steady, and pull my fist all the way back. "Do you want a harder one?" I ask him.

Rohan swallows thickly, slowly nodding. "Yeah, I do… I want to feel it."

I sink my knuckles into his stomach, driving my weight behind the punch as my fist strikes his skinny gut. Rohan's eyes widen behind his glasses as his body curls forward, enveloping my fist, his body folding inward around it like a blade of grass bending under a boulder. His thin arms wrap around my waist and he hangs on for life, his body in a heap against me as he groans, his soft belly absorbing the devastating punch with a sickening whump.

And that's it – the floodgates have opened.

Rohan climbs all over me, sucking on my neck wildly, moaning desperately with a hunger in his kiss that I haven't seen yet. I take this opportunity to hammer into his soft gut again, my knuckles grinding into his vulnerable belly, rearranging his bowels around the cavity of his belly as I fold the skinny guy over my fist with every punch.

Rohan's struggling to breathe, gulping for air between punches, moaning softly and reaching down to stroke my cock as I utterly dominate his belly. He's turned on beyond measure, letting out the occasional fuck!, fuck yeah!, or some unintelligible grunt; and with a final, punishing blow to his gut, I hold my fist buried deep in his insides and speak into his ear.

"Yeah… fuck yeah, you’re tough," I whisper to him gently.

"This guy's wild," Ford observes with a smirk.

Rohan's belly is a wreck, but he keeps looking up at me with pleading eyes. We both know what he wants. He wants to know he can handle one punch – one final, brutal blow to his aching, soft belly – before calling it quits. I already know he can take it, but I hold my hand out to him, asking the

question.

"One more?"

He nods quickly, his chest heaving as his eyes stay locked on my fist, then his gaze flits to the furry, relaxed muscles of my chest, and settles on my face. Rohan swallows thickly and nods. "Please."

I give him a small, reassuring smile, curl my fist inward, and deliver a bone-crunching impact to his soft, yearning belly.

My knuckles slam into him with full force, sinking deep into his stomach with none of the restraint I'd shown earlier. Rohan's entire body bows inward, a strangled grunt bursting from his chest as the air is forced out of him.

I resist the urge to sink another fist into that pliant gut. I know better than to push a sub too far. I've earned his trust, and now I want to keep it.

He's left panting for breath, and as he slowly unfurls from the blow, he looks up at me with a grateful smile that soon turns into a naughty grin. 

"What?" I ask with a smile.

Rohan chuckles, shaking his head with a soft laugh. "You're gonna laugh."

I assure him with another nod that I won't.

"Okay, but you have to promise not to judge."

I place a hand over my heart and feign innocent betrayal.

And that's when Rohan confesses his secret: He loves boxing video games where he can wail on an easy opponent. He's always fantasized about beating a guy up, about crushing a guy's body with all the force he can muster.

"I've just never had the opportunity to try that on someone," Rohan admits, suddenly self-conscious; suddenly shrinking as if ashamed of his body.

"Well… I mean, you're in the right place today," I say.

Ford stands there with a goofy, worn-out, sexy look on his face. The look tells me he's willing to take some more punishment. He wants to feel his guts get torn to shreds again. I can tell by the crooked grin on his face, the wet, hungry glance in his eyes, and the way his hand is itching to stroke his cock. I take him by that thick, meaty muscle on his shoulder – fuck, this boy is beefy – and guide him toward the wall, pressing my body into his.

"You up for another round?" I whisper in his ear, my voice low and commanding.

"God, yes," Ford grunts. "Bring it."

Grinning, I turn to Rohan. "Take your turn."

His eyes light up like Vegas. "On Ford? Oh fuck yeah."

"Want some help?" I ask him.

Rohan nods his head. "Never even thrown a real punch in my life."

I chuckle. "Alright, I'll teach you."

Ford takes a breath, still grinning, and completely relaxes his stomach for us.

"First off, you can't just be swinging all wild." I demonstrate by throwing a gentle, soft-impact punch at Ford's gut, sinking my fist into the jock's belly a couple of times without any windup. His body folds softly around my knuckles, a soft moan rumbling in his throat, and I pull my fist back to demonstrate proper form. "You want to curl your fist in like this," I say, slowly curling my fist inward. "Keep your shoulder down and move the punch into your arm through your torso. Drive your knuckles in deep, don't just tap the surface."

Rohan nods, getting the idea. Ford's cock is hard as ever.

I guide his arm up, telling him to curl his fist as I move his arm with mine, positioning his hand to strike Ford's belly.

"Keep your wrist straight and your fist tight," I tell him.

I pull his arm back a bit further to show him the general motion, and then push it inward with my hand so Rohan can get the feel of it. His fist softly taps into Ford's belly, the jock grunting a little each time my hand guides Rohan's fist, sinking it into Ford's gut a little to offer some resistance. The muscles of Ford's gut just melt and give way to the punch, his whole torso folding inward as if it's weightless.

"Go on, a little harder," I encourage him, winking at Ford.

Rohan does, and Ford's body quickly curls around his fist, the frat boy's belly softly collapsing over his knuckles as his body bows forward, emitting a soft, drawn-out moan. My own cock stirs at the sight, but I keep my focus on Rohan, guiding his fist back and forth as it sinks into his roommate's belly, drilling Ford's innards as the beefy jock grunts and groans, enjoying the domination. His sweaty gut makes a wet, slippery thud with each punch, his spongy insides rearranging with every impact. The pliant muscles of Ford's belly yield to every punch, his abs doing nothing as they relax with each dominant blow, absorbing the punches like dough.

"Plow your fist in, and then grind into him before you pull it out," I tell Rohan. "Don't just pull it straight back. Grinding into him really tortures his guts, right Ford?"

Ford, practically shaking with arousal, lets out a simple, "Yes…oh fuck yeah."

Rohan nods as I guide his fist back and forth, showing him how to box a guy's guts in, to dominate a guy through sheer force of his fist. Again and again, Rohan punches Ford's yielding belly, his fist drilling into his roommate's lax abdomen, sinking and grinding and drilling in again, making Ford squirm and groan softly, his body a boneless wreck against the wall.

Stepping back, I let Rohan have at it, and, wow. The shy nerd just comes alive. He tears into Ford with full force, sinking his knuckles brutally deep into Ford's soft belly. It sounds like a Louisville Slugger cracking into a big wad of bread dough, Ford's beefy frame folding gracelessly with each impact.

Rohan's a fucking wild card. I thought he'd be hesitant, but he's got moxie. I watch, impressed with both guys, as Rohan sinks punch after punch into Ford's gut, his momentum building with every blow. He must've been holding back earlier.

Ford's face twists with every punch. His mouth gapes open, emitting a desperate groan that turns into a dirty, roughed-up whimper…

UGHH!

UGHH!

UGHH!

…as Rohan's fist slams again and again into his exposed insides. Rohan's gonna leave him sore, that's for damn sure.

I take a step forward and nuzzle my face above Rohan's shoulder, next to his face, and made eye contact with Ford as I whispered in Rohan's ear, "He's all yours."

Rohan nods, too focused and turned on to speak, his fist pounding Ford's belly.

Ford, still struggling to catch his breath from the barrage of punches, lifts his head to look up at me, his forehead sweaty.

Ford wants more. His cock is rock hard, and he's practically crawling up the wall to meet Rohan's fist as it hammers deeper into his relaxed, jelly-like belly, even though his legs want to give in. Rohan twists and grinds his fist into Ford's stomach, churning his big dumb jock roommate’s guts, his arm a piston as he watches his roommate squirm in ecstasy.

Ford takes a deep, ragged breath, moaning. "I think you're stronger than me," he shouts between punches, hanging his head in sweaty submission.

Another punch slams into Ford's bowels – straight into his navel – earning a particularly pained grimace and an involuntary Oh!, as though Rohan's fist had crushed a sensitive loop of intestine. "Oh, fuck, Rohan, pound my fucking guts."

Rohan's eyes flare with excitement at those words. "Yeah?" he says, seizing Ford's shoulders and yanking him away from the wall.

Rohan drills his knuckles into Ford's navel with an immense brutality, slamming the jock back against the wall and pinning him there with Rohan’s knuckles firmly against his spine, forcing a deep UGH!hhh that trailed off, the bro unable to form another word to follow.

"Yeah?" Rohan repeats, his voice surprisingly hot and commanding. "You like that?"

Ford nods, breathless.

"Louder," Rohan demands.

"Yes sir!" Ford cries with the conviction of an infantryman. "That last punch was the best thing I’ve ever felt."

Rohan smiles. "Say it again."

"Hurt me," Ford begs. "Fucking gut me."

And Rohan does. He pulls his fist back and drills his knuckles into Ford's belly with a savage grin.

Ford's whole body shudders with each blow, his bowels rearranging around Rohan's brutal punches. Rohan's fist slams into Ford's liquid guts like a hammer, again and again, his knuckles occasionally digging into the thick slabs of Ford's pecs before again pummelling the small circle of the jock's navel right against the bone of his spine, leaving no mercy for the intestines caught in between.

I can't imagine that this is a domination like anything Ford's ever experienced.

Rohan's fist slams into Ford's belly again and again. I reach down and stroke my cock, turned on by the sight of these two roommates giving into their wildest cravings. My fist wraps around my shaft as I pump it slowly, keeping my eyes on the savage display.

I watch Ford give himself over to Rohan, the frat boy's body completely open and receptive to his roommate's brutal gutpunching.

"Yeah?" Rohan says, his breath hot and heavy, demanding an answer from Ford like he's owed it. "You like that?"

Ford just nods, weakly, and moans again, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he loses himself. "Rohan, oh fuck–"

I can feel my own belly tensing as my hard cock twitches in my grip. My eyes trail over Ford, taking in every part of him that's on display. His blond hair peeking out from his ballcap is darkened from the sweat gluing the strands together. It's matted against his forehead and slick along the nape of his neck. His blue eyes stay clenched shut as he mouths silent ohh's and uhh's, begging for each punch that sinks into him. His muscular chest rises and falls with heavy breath, glistening with sweat on his mountainous pecs. His abs are relaxed and soft, a slight rise and fall as he breathes, exposing all of his vulnerable insides to his roommate's wrath.

Ford groans helplessly as Rohan's fist plows into him like a battering ram. The beefy bro's frame does its best to absorb each punch, but it's useless. His body yields helplessly, folding soft and warm around Rohan's fist. Every strike sends a wave of pleasure through him that leaves his body trembling, his toes curling and his hard cock twitching, his abs completely powerless to resist.

"You're loving this," I say, my voice deep. "Aren't you, Ford?"

Ford's too far gone to answer, now, too taken by the masochistic pleasure of his belly getting brutalized by his roommate. He just pants and groans, taking every punch with a craving he can't satisfy. Rohan, lost in his power trip, punches harder and harder, working over Ford's long-beaten bowels with vicious glee.

I can't hear anything but Ford's heavy breath punched out of him with each impact, my own pulse ringing in my ears, and the sickening whuds of Rohan's punches. They're like meat slapping against the counter, the sound of a wet, juicy steak thrown on the grill – brutal and raw.

Ford moans helplessly, on the brink of begging. "Oh, Rohan, Rohan–"

Rohan's fist slams into Ford's belly like a pile driver incessantly. The bro's head hangs, a string of spit dangling as his tongue licks hungrily at the air, seeking oxygen. He groans like a dying animal, his stomach open for Rohan to use.

Rohan has no mercy on that belly. As I'm stroking my cock, my eyes stray to the jock's own cock. The bro's fist curls around himself, stroking as his roommate pulverizes his insides. Rohan watches intently as his bro masturbates to his own punishment.

I don't blame Ford; I'm getting close myself. Fuck, that belly looks so good.

Ford's thick, veiny cock jerks in his fist, the muscles of his arm working to stroke it, and his mouth is open, his head tilted back as he quietly grunts and quietly mutters, "Yeah, fuck, yeah." Rohan sneers with a savage grin, loving how his punches are making Ford lose his mind, and hammers more brutal punches into his gut, drilling into the thick slabs of soft muscle that fold helplessly around his fist. Ford's cock only twitches more, begging for release.

"I'm gonna cum!" Ford suddenly calls out, breathless.

I stroke my cock more urgently as Ford's body is shaken with punch after punch, his abs doing nothing to stop the assault, their soft, warm muscles useless against Rohan's meaty fist. The punches aren't slowing. If anything, Rohan is getting more turned on hearing Ford holler that he's about to cum. Fervently, Rohan launches fast, back-to-back punches into the pit of Ford's belly, each one knuckle-tapping Ford's spine and flattening the frat bro's intestines.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck! I'm gonna–"

And he does. I watch Ford's abs involuntarily tense and clench, his gut tightening as his massive quads spasm, his cock twitching through the last few strokes and then erupting as a guttural, desperate groan tears from his throat, his spend coating his fist and the floor. The bro cries out wordlessly as his body shakes, Rohan holding his fist so deep in that gut that Ford's helpless muscles spasm around his knuckles.

Ford's entire body goes slack against the wall, sliding down to the ground in a heap. He curls his chest down to his knees and the floor, moaning, a silly grin still on his face, his abs completely loose and soft, his eyes shut as he basks in the afterglow of his kinky adventure. I could tell he hadn't even realized he'd collapsed to the floor. He's completely given in to the feeling of his beaten-up guts.

Rohan looks down, a smug little smile on his face, clearly satisfied with himself. Ford rolls onto his back, clutching his stunned bowels.

I step forward, my eyes straying to Ford's messy, sweat-slickened hair, then lift my gaze to Rohan's. He stares back, the picture of sinful satisfaction. The look in his eyes says it all: Did you see what I did to him?

I nod slowly, a grin of my own spreading across my lips.

Standing over Ford, we stroke ourselves, watching him shift his body like a punch-drunk dickhead, prodding at his abused abs with curiosity like he's surprised to find them so sensitive and vulnerable.

Rohan kneels down while stroking himself with his right hand, and slowly presses his left fist into Ford's belly, grinding his knuckles deep into him. Ford gasps like he's been awoken from a daydream, his eyes blinking open to stare up at us.

I stroke myself a little faster, watching Ford's face, and then lower my gaze to watch Rohan's fist gently pump in and out of Ford's spent guts.

Rohan and I stand over him, both stroking ourselves, both ready to blow.

I don't even really notice the feeling of release until after it hits, until my cum's already showering Ford's body. It lands on his raised knees, on his thighs, on his pecs – and on his incredibly tough gut.

Rohan's cum coats Ford's face, his chest, and Ford's eyes roll into the back of his head as his mouth hangs open, panting under that barrage of warm liquid, hoping to catch a drop.