Blog de Sebastien Delacogne

Weeks after his last beating, Nick was back in shape. All of his well developed muscles were fully operational and he had resumed his usual routines. He had distanced himself from Dylan after the weird last experience. More than the beating, the forced blowjob was the most traumatic moment for this straight stud. But what bothered him the most was that he had taken a form of pleasure… But today was another day. As this day was hot, wearing a jean, Nick was shirtless, always proud to expose his body. He was in a meadow close to a beach, capturing his muscles with his smartphone, posing, flexing his biceps and pecs, it was a good day.

He then noticed the presence of some young lads, literally jaw-dropping in front of his little demonstration. By pride, he put away his smartphone and took some extra poses for them, flexing his abs and shoulders. The kids were in swimwear, still wet from the swim. Two of them were wearing speedos, one with a cap while the others, a blond and a brown, were wearing swim shorts. They had teens body with growing little muscles, so Nick was a real god for them.

- Like what you see kids?

- Oh yeah, you must be so strong, exclaimed the one with a cap! How did you become so muscular?

- Very simple, you just have to train for a long time.

- Seems impossible, add the blond teen!

- Can we touch your muscles, add an other?

- Yeah, come have a taste.

Nick put himself in some biceps pose and left the teens touching his hard musculature.

- Look, his biceps are larger that my hands!

- So hard, my fingers can’t even dig in!

- And those abs, damn! How do you work them to be so huge?

- Haha, with crunched, mostly, laughed Nick.

- Show us please!

- Oh, yes!

Wanting to please them, Nick lied on the grass and start doing crunches in front of the stunned teens who were admiring the movements of the abdominal muscles contracting and relaxing at each movement. Two of them put hands on it to feel the muscles efforts and their hardness.

- Wow!

- Can I punch them a little, asked the cap boy?

Nick stopped the exercise and had a moment of hesitation due to his past experience. But this time, the context was different, they were innocent kid and he was strong enough to endure some kid’s punches. He stood up and flexed his abs, ready to show his youth how much his body was trained.

- Ok, but only punches and no low blow.

- Yes, sir, said the blond teen.

- I’m gonna record the session, add the brown teen in swim short by grabbing his own smartphone.

- Ready, asked the capped boy?

- Sure.

Nick did not feel anything when the first shot hit his abs, right in the middle of his midsection, where the muscles were the mighty.

- Ouch, grunt the kid, so hard!

- You’re ok, asked Nick? Strengthen your fist before hitting.

- Ok!

The next punches had no more effects on Nick’s brick wall. He started to though that it would be able to support this all the day. After two dozen of punches, the capped boy stopped and shook his hand reddened by the repeated blows.

- Such a beast, he said!

- You’re too weak, let me try, add the blond boy. We just have to find his weak spot!

- Good luck with that, grinned Nick!

The blond teen started delivering punching on different area of Nick’s midsection, looking for a weakness, a place where the muscles would be softer. He hit the navel area, punched the obliques, pummeled the waistband area, event the solar plexus but didn’t find any sensible point. After a lot of punches, the teen stopped to catch his breath. Nick smiled, except for a few rednesses, his abs was intact, and the kids will be tired far before him.

- Your abs is too strong, complained the blond boy.

- Can we test other muscles?

- Enjoy yourself, I’m too resistant for you boys.

- I want to punch those pecs, claimed the brown guy in speedo!

- Ok, kid, and to help you, I’m not gonna flex them.

- Cool.

The kid started hitting the muscles, alternating the left and the right with his two hand as he were punching a speed bag. The muscles were bouncing under the blows. The fists were producing little smacks hitting the unflexed, but still hard pectorals. Nick was smiling, even like this, the punches had no real effect.

- You're far to reach my level, kids, he mocked.

- Come on, said the filming lad, attack him all together and bend him!

- You can kid, but it won’t be more efficient, Nick laughed.

The three kids encircled Nick who put his hands behind his head and flex all of his muscles in preparation for the assault. The teen with the cap stand in front of Nick and started to deliver punches all over his midsection, from the waistband to the solar plexus, putting the most force possible behind every strikes. The others stood on each side of Nick and started to pummeled his sides, from the obliques to the floating rib zone with eventually some punches to the kidneys.

Nick endured the assault of these tiny angry fists trying to penetrate his wall of pure muscles, for a second he remembered his previous beatings and felt some kind of phantom pain but he resumed his spirits quickly and strengthen his body in order to prevent these kids from getting what they desperately want: put him on his knees, and beg for mercy. This though made him laugh but outside, the teens were continuing their handiwork, and these barrages of punches started to have some effects on Nick’s armor. The punches had no real strength but this lack was outweighed by the number and the fact that it was attacked in several spots at once. The punches at the kidneys and in the floating rib area were the hardest to counter due to the absence of thick muscles here and even if the kids didn’t noticed yet, Nick secretly hoped that the assault would cease soon.

As if the sky heard him, the kids stopped their work, out of breath. Nick lowered his arms and massaged his sides a little, they were good red now, just as his abs.

- We... lack... of strength... in our fists... sighed the capped boy.

- You need to practice your arms to obtain biceps like mines, said Nick, proudly exposing his massive guns.

- He’s taunting us again, said the blond boy.

- Give us a last chance, add the brown teen in speedo.

- “Yeah, and don’t forget I’m recording all of it!

- Ok, last chance, agreed Nick. How do you want to do this time?

- Can you lie down? We’re gonna work all your upper body now!

Nick nodded and laid on his back. The capped boy sat on his legs, facing his favorite target: Nick abs. The other two kids each took an arm and pulled it over his head, putting Nick in a spread eagle position, stretching out his midsection a little more. Before Nick could wander what they had planned, they started to punch his biceps one after the other, in rhythm while the last boy was delivering more gut punches. Nick was not very used to the biceps punches. Theses bony fists were hurting him more than expected. It was already hard to keep his abs tensed in this position, but this distraction did not help. For the kid who was working his midsection, the muscles seemed harder than ever but Nick was now feeling an increasing pain in his gut. However, there was no question of showing it.

That’s was when he heard a loud voice.

- What the hell is happening there?!

The kids immediately stopped, released Nick and let him get on his feet. The voice came out from a tall guy, visibly in great shape, even maybe stronger than Nick, was difficult to affirm behind his large t-shirt and his military pant.

- Nothin’, big bro, we were just playing, said the capped lad.

- Yeah, it’s true, I was just showing them how to become stronger, added Nick.

- Is it true, asked the man?

- Yeah, yeah… We were testing his muscles, they’re so damn hard.

- Really?

Nick could not find anything to say, suddenly uncomfortable.

- Guess I should go...he said, as he started to leave the place.

- Wait, said the military man. I think that the kids lesson is not over. They need a real demonstration of your strength, don’t you think? I’m gonna be your next puncher.

Nick was not very confident to fight this guy. He measured an impressive size and was probably well trained. But, the other kid was still filming, he couldn’t deflate now. Few punches can’t kill, and it could be a good proof of his strength. As he was thinking the military man had approached him and he was now facing him.

- It’s ok, he asked?

Nick barely had time to nod as a massive and devastating fist hit him right in the middle of the stomach, penetrating his ab muscles as they were nothing, crushing his internal organs. Nick made a huge "Oommph" and fought not to return his lunch. This punch took him totally by surprise and when the military man withdrew his fist, Nick immediately fell on his knee, gasping for air, hands on his midsection.

- Lesson one, kids: the surprise effect.

The kids were jaw-dropping for the second time of the day. The muscle stud they had vainly worked so hard had just been floored in one punch. Nick was checking his abs. They were still there and in pretty good shape. He had a deep pain now but was ready to prove he can do better that that. It was the time the military man choose to take of his shirt, revealing the most impressive chest Nick had ever see, with two large pectorals, a rock hard eight pack and the veined massive guns which had made their way in his gut a moment ago. Nick was almost stunned; this guy was clearly stronger than him but it was too late to go back.

- Your turn, pretty boy. Show me what your muscles are made of.

The kids were now only spectators eager to witness the fight between his two muscles beasts. It was the first time that the capped kid saw his brother like that, he had never suspected such a physical. He’s big bro put himself in a military pose, arms in his back, ready to receive Nick’s fist. Nick was not a fighter, but he was ready for this. He fired his first punch with all the strength he had in the center of this brick wall which barely flinched. Damn, it was like hitting a wall, he thought. Ignoring the pain in his hand he landed more fists on his opponent midsection. Right, left, right, left, targeting every muscles of his stomach, the lower abs, the solar plexus, the obliques, the floating ribs… It was like hitting stone. He suddenly found himself at the place that had occupied the children a little earlier. How could it be possible? How could his blows have so little effect? After about dozen shots, Nick stopped, hard breathing. The military man remained impassive, even with his abs reddened by the repeated blows. The kids were wide-eyed, as astonished as Nick.

- Not bad, said the military men, surprisingly. You’re strong, but you’re just a bodybuilder, you don’t know how to hit. I’m gonna teach you, look good, kids. Prepare yourself, gym boy.

Nick choose to put his hands behind his head again and tensed his body. He maybe was bad at punching, but his muscles were strong, and he will prove it. But his trust vanished quickly when came the punches. Unlike the kids' blows, these one were devastating. His ab muscles absorbed the first punch quite easily *smack*, but already the second started to break the contraction of his muscles *smack*. At the third one, Nick escaped a grunt *smack*. At the fourth, Nick had to take a step back to contain the blow *smack*. At this moment, the military man grabbed Nick by the neck with his left hand while continuing punching with the right one, always targeting the same spot: the center of Nick abs which supposed to be the strongest, the ones he was most proud of. The fifth gut shot penetrate Nick armor a little more than the previous one *smack* just as the next ones. Nick, who were moaning constantly now, could feel the military man fist digging in his abs, pulverizing methodically each layer of his armor, one by one. He were loosing the tense of his abs, he was struggling the more he could but couldn’t do anything to prevent this fist to dig deeper and deeper. He then noticed than the military man was watching him in the eye. Fixedly. As he were digging into his mind as much as in his abs. This was a killer look.

The capped teen could now observe his brother’s fist disappearing gradually and more and more in the stud gut who were moaning and grunting at each blow. The more the fist was penetrating, the longer the puncher left his fist inside Nick gut. He could feel the muscle fibers fold under his fists. He could have ended this much sooner but he was actually enjoying seeing this muscle stud try to resisting, try to maintain his abs flexed while he knows very well that it's futile. He loved to see in his eyes the failure, the incoming defeat.

An other strike and Nick screamed in pain *smack *. An other onr and he definitely loosed the tense of his abs *smack*. An other strike and he puked saliva of the military man’s chest who continues to punch again and again, keeping each time his fist several second in Nick’s now soft gut as if he were taking possession of it, observing the boy’s face turning red and blue due to the lack of oxygen. Nick’s hands were no more behind his head. His arms were dangling helplessly on his sides at this moment. Drool poured from Nick mouth who continues to moan under each blow. As his eyes became glassy, the military man ended his word after a last punch and let Nick falling on the grass, barely awake.

- This is how we punch.

The kids approached, especially the one who was recording and captured this big stud moaning on the ground, his hands on his battered midsection that his friends had so much trouble getting through.

- Now kids it’s time to show me what you have learn.

- Wait, said the blond kid, can you soften a little the other muscles of this stud?

- Yeah, he said that we could not damage his muscles but you can! Do it for us please, add his little bro.

- What I would not do for my little brother. Sorry man, family first, said the military man before sitting on Nick’s devastated gut who was lying on his back, catching his breath and mind.

Nick escaped a grunt as the air was once more evacuated from his lungs.

- Start with his massive pec!

- Yes, sir! Keep them tight, gym boy.

And so started a long beating of his pectoral muscles which became soft after just a dozen of full force punches on each pec from the military man who clearly wanted to end this fast. Nick was barely able to scream as he was quite unable to breath. His hard muscles had been defeated in a few blows, he did not understand how that was possible. Was he so weak? No, the other was just stronger that him. The difference between he and him was the same the one between he and the kids. He was at his mercy, and he seemed to have none.
Once the chest muscles were soft and red, the teens designated the biceps. They pulled on Nick hands and put them just above his head, in a flexing position. Nick contracted his biceps and the military man started to punch, focusing on the left one while his little bro tried his luck on the right. The kid punches were meaningless but the military ones were still powerful. Even flex to the maximum, his round and solid biceps were crushing each strike a little more. How could it be possible to dig into so heavy muscle? Nick did not have the answer but his biceps were becoming as soft as his abs and the pain made him scream. Once done, he was not able to move his left arm as the kid was still punching his right one without effect. But he was replaced by the military man with the intent to make it suffer the same fate as the left who was now punch by the kid, happy to finally make the stud moan and scream in agony.

Once the right arm rendered useless, the military got up and had a look to the gym boy, agonizing on the floor.

- Ok, abs check. Pecs check. Arms check. What now?

- His back!

- Oh yeah, so massive.

- Please… stop… begged Nick.

- Ok, as Nick seems a little tired this would be the final lesson. Time for some wrestling move.

Nick panicked when he heard these words, he tried to crawl on the floor but was caught by two massive hands who lifted him up into the air like he was a broken doll, one under his legs, one at the shoulders. He then felt himself back down and violently struck the right knee of the military man in a devastating backbreaker. He screamed in agony as he felt his bones cracked under the pressure as the military man was keeping him in place.

- Come on kids, show me now what you have learn now.

Fascinated by the now fully stretched stomach of Nick which beautifully put every muscle in value, the three of them started delivering punches after punches on the entire torso. It was fantastic, their punches were now digging in the muscles instead of just bouncing on it. For the first time, they were delivering pain to this hot stud. Aroused by feeling the ab muscles giving away under the fists they punched harder and harder. Nick was screaming in agony, begging for stop, but when they eventually stop banging, it was the signal for the military man to place a new backbreaker. Each hold seemed to bend him more on the steel knee, exposing every time a little more his devastated midsection, allowing each times the blows to penetrate a little further. He tried to raise his arms to protect his belly, but they didn’t responded as his biceps were destroyed. These bony little fists were now digging in his once hard body, pummeling his internal organs. He felt his bladder let go and pissed on him without being able to do anything. Nobody noticed, except maybe the kid who was recording the humiliating scene. Nick’s body was shaking helplessly under the flurry of blows. The military man was now pressing on his chest and legs to bend him to the maximum. Nick no longer had the strength to scream, his eyes were wide opened, escaping tears. He was reduced to a defenseless punching bag.

One last backbreaker, and for Nick, everything went black.