GUT FIGHT CLUB by Sweatyabs
 Kirk
 
    Kirk 
 
     The Club
 The Club
Kirk was a real stud. He had muscles of steel from his strenuous construction 
    job, years of playing
    competitive sports, and hours and hours spent in the gym lifting weights and 
    working out. Looking at his 
    chiselled hard buff muscular body would give a straight guy a boner. He was 
    a stud and he knew it. He always got any woman he wanted. He was a star athlete. 
    He seldom lost in game,fight, you name it. The problem is his arrogance ate 
    at other guys, and made him many an enemy that would love to see him broken.
So he was not surprised when several guys at the gym approached him and said 
    they wanted him to join their club. The Gut Fight Club. It was for guys who 
    enjoyed fighting, but this involved much more guts than a fight club. It was 
    for guys who loved to brutally physically punish an opponents body with their 
    bare fists, 
    and weren't afraid to submit their body to brutal bare fisted beatings. Guys 
    who know that their bodies 
    were rock hard and able to take a brutal beating to their bare defenseless 
    torso. Guys who knew they were 
    very strong mentally and able to take extreme pain dished out by another guys 
    bare fists. 
There were five rules in the Gut Fight Club. First, and second were that 
    no one talk about the gut fight club. 
    Third, no one wears shirts in the Gut Fight Club. Fourth, a guy takes the 
    beating to his gut from the other 
    members until he says stop or taps out (naturally, an admission of weakness 
    if done early in the pummeling).And fifth, new members have to take a beating 
    from all of the club's members that are present on their first night with 
    no option to stop or tap out until all members get to take their licks at 
    his gut. Each member would get 50 undefended shots at his gut meat. The members 
    called it 'tenderizing' the new guy's gut meat. Kirk would find out why they 
    called it tenderizing soon enough.
Kirk knew he was more man than these boys could break. He peeled his sweaty 
    shirt off over his head and 
    proudly displayed his ripped abs. The other members all stared at his perfect 
    gut meat. Some of the guys 
    became obviously boned, and they all ripped off their shirts, as required 
    by the third rule of the Gut Fight 
    Club. The members grabbed Kirk by the wrists and put tight leather cuffs on 
    them and pulled his hands up 
    over his head suspending him in the middle of the room. They fastened leather 
    cuffs to his ankles and tied him so that his feet were spread wide apart. 
    Kirk could not use his arms or lift his knees or curl up in any 
    way to protect his gut meat. It was now fully, proudly displayed for all of 
    the members to inspect and
    work over. 
Kirk knew that there was no stopping, no tapping out of this brutal initiation, 
    but he knew his abs were hard 
    as steel and he was proud to prove it to this room of guys. There were 20 
    guys besides Kirk in the room.
    Each guy gets 50 shots at his helplessly exposed gut meat. Kirk did the math, 
    1000 hard shots at his flexed 
    abs. He hoped none of them hurt their knuckles or sprain their wrists on his 
    hard ab meat,he laughed to himself.
Then Kirk noticed two things. All of the members had respectable slabs of 
    ab meat themselves, and each member's abs were marked, no, they had burned 
    in scars, brands that read GFC. Shit, they'd all been branded. No one bothered 
    to tell Kirk about this detail. Kirk looked down at his sweaty chiselled steeled 
    abs. What the hell, he figured the GFC brand was going to look good burned 
    into his sculpted abs. Then he noticed the guys were passing around something 
    metal, oh shit, brass knuckles, and they were all putting the brass knuckles 
    on both hands. He heard them calling the brass knuckles the 'tenderizers'. 
    Kirk looked down at his abs again. 
    Kirk loved his abs. He loved the way they looked. They were sexy. Kirk started 
    getting hard himself. Then 
    he realized his beautiful slab of ab meat was going to be destroyed before 
    his eyes, unable to stop it. 
    He knew they would soon be shreaded up like a tenderized slab of red meat 
    art the grocery. They were going to fuck up his perfect abs, his sexy gut 
    meat.
To make it worse, they explained that he should try hard to not go unconscious. If he does, they will continue anyway, and his gut meat will really be fucked up for sure.
To be continued...