Blog de Sebastien Delacogne

Months after the severe beating he had received, Nick was back in his favorite training yard, trying to forget what happened to him this day. Dylan, his closer friend, had joined him. Dylan was the one who found him, unconscious, half naked and covered with semen, and took him to the hospital. Nick ended up with some fractured ribs and many hematomas and he could not train for a long time, which was maybe the worse for a man used to work out every day to stay in shape.

Now it was history, the threesome never came back, his ribs were repaired, his bruises were no more visible and he was able to expose his ripped body again. Even if he never told the whole story to his mate, and was in any case quite incapable of remember all of it, Dylan never asked for more details, awared that it was far hard enough to live. But since then, he always insists on accompanying him to his training.

The training was done for today. The sun, which was beginning to set, made the sweat shine on the muscles inflated by the effort of the two athletes. Nick, still hard breathing, pulled a bottle from his bag, took a sip and emptied the rest on his head to cool off. Dylan smiled and pulled on his shirt, which instantly adhered to his wet body when they heard a voice.

- You're exposing your abs way too much man!

That voice immediately froze Nick who recognized the first of his former assaulter. Dylan turned to them and observed these three quite vulgar lads standing righ there, a few meters from them.

- For sure you clearly don't have any abs to expose! he taunted them.

- He he he, your friend seems braver that you, boy, responded the leader, pointing at Nick. That's when Dylan noticed that his friend had turned white and quickly understood who these guys were.

- Look, guys, seems our toy is pissing on him, he he.

Though his friend was obviously frightened, Dylan was wondering if these guys were able to attempt something. Nick and he were outnumbered but strong enough to defend themselves against three rude guys. He tried to avoid the confrontation anyway.

- I don't know what you want, but that's not our problems, so we're leaving. Don't follow us.

Nick was regaining some composure as the three guys did not seem to make a move while Dylan was picking up his bag. He did the same when the leader of the thresome decides to provoke them a little:

- Look at these girls leaving the place when the real mans appears.

Nick and Dylan pretended to ignore him and the fat laughs of his friends as he continues:

- This is too bad, I had planned to fuck you this time, and maybe your cocky friend too, who’s the one who fuck the other? I'm pretty sure you have a good pussy...

Dylan stopped, let his bag drop on the floor, backed up and approached the trio.

- Dylan, don't! shouted Nick while his mate walked to face to face with the beefy guy.

- I was right. This one really has the balls...

Dylan could see that his opponent was a bit taller and larger but he faced him bravely.

- We don't want any problems.

- You already have.

Nick only noticed the hidden brass knuckles when the leader of this threesome punched his mate right at the temple, instantly sending him to the ground, unconscious. Nick saw with horror his friend falling helplessly into the sand and just could not believe what he was seeing. Some panic raised in him to the idea that his previous beating could happen again to him and worse, to his friend. He wanted to help but his legs didn't react, he was paralyzed by fear, trembling like a kid.

- Seems your friend needed some rest, grunt the aggressor, keeling near the passed out lad who was laying face down. He wiped a little blood seeping from the boy’s eye arch with his inch and brought it to his mouth.

- Nice taste... That's how I like little boys... quiets.

He got up and pushed him with his feet, turning him on his back. He ripped off the boy's shirt easily with his large hands and decided to take an eye on him. This one was clearly less strong than the other but got a well developed and defined body with large shoulders, big arms, firm chest and, above all, a visible eight pack which immediately caught his attention.

- What we have here?

He knelt again beside him, gave some slap on his abs and was satisfied by the sound they produced.

- Don't touch him! screams Nick, trying to hide his fear while his heart was beating a million miles a minute.

- You should have taught your boyfriend to respect the elders. Now I'll have to, with my own methods.

It was way too much for Nick, he would not let that happen. Not again. He approached the leader, well decided to kick his ass, whatever the price, but something was wrong. Where were the others? He suddenly felt a sharp pain in of his head and then everything went black.

When he woke up, he realized that he was no more in the training yard but in a sort of a dark cellar, and that he was on his feet but unable to make a single move. His ankles were tied up to the ground with chains, a collar were prevented him to move his head and his wristlet and arms were tied up on his with others wristlet and arms. He then realized that it was Dylan who was bounded to him, in the same position, just behind him, back to back, both of us tied together by a rope secured to the ceiling, holding them in a standing position. As Nick start to struggle to break free, Dylan, also arisen, reacted.

- Mate, you’re wake! These guys are fuckin’ mad!

- I’m sorry Dylan, I couldn’t help you.

- Don’t worry, I was not very clever either. Can you detach yourself?

- Not at all. I can’t believe this is happening...

- Hey, I’m with you, it will be ok. We just have to...

- I had a wonderful idea! the leader of the trio shouted as the light were turned on, revealing him, sitting on a chair, his friends by his sides.

- I just couldn’t decide which one of you will be punished first so I decided to not choose. The both of you will be punished at the same times by my buddies. I said last time that they wanted to play too. Let's see how it's going to be. We’re going to hit you in my most favorite area, your - so perfect - midsections. As you may noticed, you’re tied together by the chest and by the neck which means that when one of you will bend over with the pain, and I can assure you that it will happen, the other's abs will be stretched out, increasing the pain and conversely. But I’m not a monster, the kid’s abs are clearly not as solid as yours my pussy and if my mates have about the same strength, none of them is ready to be more gentle with him. So, in order to rebalance, your puncher will be authorized to use a little accessory.

When Nick saw his designated puncher equip himself with his brass knuckle, he knew that it will be a very painful moment.

- Go fuck yourself! shout Dylan as the punchers were positioning themselves in front of their targets.

- Save your breath, kid and tense your abs. It’s gonna hurt.

Taking these words like an order, the punchers started their handiwork with right jabs. The first punch was for Dylan, right in the center of his midsection, who took it without reaction, confident in his abs and resolved to prove his strength. The second one was for Nick, in the same spot, but the brass knuckle had its effect and made him blinked, this would as harder as he thought. The leader, from his chair noticed it.

Oh, oh, is that hurt my pussy? Come on, show me how strong you are.

The third punch was for Dylan, the forth for Nick and so started the routine, the punchers hitting their target one after the other. Sweat began to bead on each side and guts were starting to show redness, especially for Nick who was already moaning at each punch. The brass knuckle was bruising his skin and his abs quite fast and it became more and more difficult to stay upright. Dylan was still taking the shots silently but his face was deep red by the concentration and his mouth began to wince, leaving sometimes encouragement for his friend between two shots. "Come on!", "You can handle this!" Nick was in great pain and was also embarrassed to have to be encouraged by younger than him.

They didn’t notice that the leader of the trio had put him at ease, unbuttoned his jeans and was stroking his cock in front of the show he had organized, visibly aroused.

Unaware of it, the punchers pursued theirs task, slowly and methodically making their way thought the abdominal muscles. Nick’s moanings became louder and louder as his abs were turning from red to blue. He was bending over, every time a little more although he does his best to resist. Tears started pouring from his eyes as he was seeing him failing. Of course, at the same time, Dylan abdominals were stretching out and it became harder to keep them tensed as the blows were more and more devastating. Soon, he started to moan too, which was clearly music for the leader who was now stroking his dick faster, licking his lips. A little whistle from him and his mates began to punch harder and the moaning turned into screams. And so, Dylan began to bend over too as he could feel the toughness of his abdominal muscles fading away. The fist was penetrated his guts a little more every punches and he couldn’t do anything to prevent that. No more encouragements ware escaping from his lips, only loud moanings and hard breathing.

Nick was in worse shape as he were now screaming each time the brass knuckle hurt his abs which were actually barely visible due to the bruises and the bumps. Both of them were now bending forward at each strike, stretching the other, increasing the pain. Nick was the one who was bending over the most, it became way too hard to keep his abs tensed, and he was barely able to only feel them as if they were disappearing. The wounds on his midsection started to bleed as his screams became less loud. As he accepted the defeat, the rest of his abs slowly gave up, his wall of muscles was defeated once more and the punches found their way into his abdominals. The puncher took off his brass knuckle to enjoy the feeling of his fist digging in Nick’s once firm gut, breaking thought his ab muscles, pushing back his internal organs. Nick let out a mixture of blood and saliva right on his opponent chest and leaned heavily forward, the fist firmly in place in the middle of his gut. At this moment Dylan was totally outstretched, his feet no longer touching the ground, and escaped a large scream when his puncher drive an elbow in the middle of his abs. Nick’s puncher was now securing Nick’s head to prevent him to straighten up and was driving uppercuts after uppercuts in the devastated gut of his victim, targeting the solar plexus. Nick face was blue due to the lack of oxygen, more drool and blood, pouring from his mouth wide open, now unable to make any sounds but grunts. On the other side, Dylan’s puncher was constantly delivering elbow strikes making the poor boy crying and screaming in agony. His abs were now reduced to mush, there was nothing left to tense up and he could only feel the elbow striking his internal organs as his puncher was trying to reach his spine.

Quickly, all became blurry for the two young mens. Everything vanished and became black.

As they were now hitting only inert flesh, the punchers stopped, released the boys and let them spread on the cold ground. They were still breathing, eventually with some abdominal spasm. The leader approached them, always stroking his shaft and, in a loud grunt, delivered several massive loads of semen on the boys faces.

- It’s always the same with you guys. It's lovely to watch but when you dig a little, there’s nothing.