And yes, I love being gut punched and dominated by shorter guys. It's a complete turn on to be targeted in the belly by a shorter guy. Who then puts his fist right into my stomach. To hurt me and humiliate me in that way.
commandertc, I would love you to be the short guy for me.
I LOVE being gut punched by shorter guys, especially guys who are buff and who can really punch.
I don't really fight back and I'm not into mutual combat. Jobber mostly.
I saw your profile that you are into gut punching and I loved it.
Hope you like my pictures.
Hopefully someday we can get together. I would let you hit me hard in the stomach and solar plexus to knock the wind out of me and dominate me.
Thanks for your service and Peace to you.
Bellyboi
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Running 8k every morning is not an easy task. Especially if the weather conditions make it tough. As I was following what had been my every day routine for the past two years my mind was traveling as it usually does while running. It was an extremely hot day and I had taken off my shirt. Two years of every day exercise had given my body a clean cut look with toned muscles and well formed abs. Why not show it off every now and then?
The only thing ruining that lovely morning was that short chubby dude with the stick. He was galavanting from tree to tree hitting their branches with his stick and knocking figs off them. I remember noticing his stick because it looked like the one my granny used to spread the dough for her delicious pies. 110 centimetres long and similarly thick in all of its length. Not as thick as a cop’s bat but thicker than a branch. I would have ignored that prick had it not been for a fig hitting me on my head, disrupting my routine.
-"Hey, prick! What the fuck?" I yelled at him. I was mostly angry for the fact that I had stopped running.
-"It's just a fig, Balboa! Calm down" he replied, not fully sure he understood why I was that angry.
-"How about I shove it up your ass, then?" I knew i was overreacting, but running is the one thing I cannot be interrupted from.
-"Ok champ, I know it sucks being interrupted, but calm down. It wasn't on purpose" he was clearly trying to calm me down and it was working.
-"Ok dude, just don't let it happen again" I replied and I restarted my watch. I thought I was done with him when I heard his comment as I was passing by him.
-“Next time I’m gonna make sure you stay down”
-“What did you say to me?”
-“I said I am gonna make sure you stay down, big guy”. We were now face to face and our height difference was obvious. He was a fat, short guy. I was sure I could wipe the floor with him.
-“How are you gonna do that? With figs?” I laughed
-“You are as stupid as fit” he commented
-“Wanna elaborate before something bad happens to you?” I stepped closer to him
-“Look man, you’ve run almost 5-6 kilometers. Right? Its really hot today. You’re probably exhausted. You don’t know it, but I’ ve been watching you for the past six months. The days that the temperature is that high, you always need 1 liter of water after your run and 10 minutes of laying on the grass to recover”
-“So?” I tried to hide my surprise that this guy had been studying me for such a long time
-“So, you don’t stand a chance. I’ll even tell you what I’m gonna do and you’ll see you won’t be able to defend it”
-“Say, then. But make it quick, you have 1 minute before your beating starts” I rolled my fists and started counting
-“Step 1: I will break your abs” Before finishing his sentence he hit me with the pointy end of his stick right in the middle of my gut. My reflexes worked and my abs managed to flex just before the hit landed, but the pain made me fall on my back on the floor. I quickly managed to get up, but just quick enough to receive another hit -sideways this time-. I gasped for air as he continued hitting me again and again. He was very accurate, aiming my abs and hitting them hard from every possible angle. Soon enough I started hyperventilating as my muscles craved for oxygen. He lunged forward trying to land another hit, but I trembled backways trying to avoid his stick.
-“Oh, look at that! Already afraid? Come here, just a few more and then we’ll reach step 2” I had to take this stick from him. The damage done to me was too much to take. He faked a hit to my knees but then quickly turned it to a huge blow in the middle of my chest. I remember falling on the burning paved floor looking straight at the hot sun. The next thing I remember was the desperation of my moaning when he sunk his stick in my abs. I hadn’t flexed them and the wooden pointy end was piercing my muscles. He was constantly twisting the stick to aggravate my suffering.
-“See, big guy?” He continued twisting the stick in my abs draining all the sweat from my body.
-“Aaaaaaagh…” I was completely helpless as my abs were being tortured without mercy.
And then, suddenly, the torture stopped. My tormentor had released me from this piercing nightmare and he was just looking at me. Slowly I gathered whatever strength I had left in me and tried to get up. A huge wave of pain run through my abs and I fell back on the floor. The piercing torture had done more damage than I anticipated. Three more agonizing efforts later, I managed to sit up still on the floor. It must have taken me a lot of time because the tormentor had removed his shoes and sweat pants. He was now barefoot and wearing only his boxers. When he realized I had managed to get up he smirked.
-“I have to give it to you. After what I’ve put you through and you are now sitting. Cool stuff. This means I have to be relentless from now on”. He pushed me with his leg on the floor again. After I was once again laying on my back he put his foot on my destroyed abs pressing a bit just to hurt me.
-“Aaaaaagh… how…much….more?” I cried.
-“Don’t you know how to count? This is step 2. I will now leave you breathless. Dehydrated and mentally broken. Notice my legs yet? I’ve shaved them clean for you”. It was true, his legs were cleanly shaven and thick as hell. “Tell me now, what do you know about bodyscissors?”. I couldn’t tell if the sudden coldness I felt was from his frozen foot on my abs, or by that remark.
bellyboi (0)
2020-09-26 오전 7:21And yes, I love being gut punched and dominated by shorter guys. It's a complete turn on to be targeted in the belly by a shorter guy. Who then puts his fist right into my stomach. To hurt me and humiliate me in that way.
commandertc (71)
2020-09-26 오전 6:54Amazing start.. I want to be the short guy
bellyboi (0)
2020-09-26 오전 7:16(이 글에 대한 답글)
commandertc, I would love you to be the short guy for me.
I LOVE being gut punched by shorter guys, especially guys who are buff and who can really punch.
I don't really fight back and I'm not into mutual combat. Jobber mostly.
I saw your profile that you are into gut punching and I loved it.
Hope you like my pictures.
Hopefully someday we can get together. I would let you hit me hard in the stomach and solar plexus to knock the wind out of me and dominate me.
Thanks for your service and Peace to you.
Bellyboi 갤러리 사진을 보기 위해서는 로그인해야 합니다.
Gutpunchmeplz (0)
2020-09-26 오후 1:23(이 글에 대한 답글)
You're just like me. Smaller buff guy beating me up and humbling me in front of a crowd by guting me over and over gets me off
Marios1992 (0 )
2020-09-25 오후 2:28Running 8k every morning is not an easy task. Especially if the weather conditions make it tough. As I was following what had been my every day routine for the past two years my mind was traveling as it usually does while running. It was an extremely hot day and I had taken off my shirt. Two years of every day exercise had given my body a clean cut look with toned muscles and well formed abs. Why not show it off every now and then?
The only thing ruining that lovely morning was that short chubby dude with the stick. He was galavanting from tree to tree hitting their branches with his stick and knocking figs off them. I remember noticing his stick because it looked like the one my granny used to spread the dough for her delicious pies. 110 centimetres long and similarly thick in all of its length. Not as thick as a cop’s bat but thicker than a branch. I would have ignored that prick had it not been for a fig hitting me on my head, disrupting my routine.
-"Hey, prick! What the fuck?" I yelled at him. I was mostly angry for the fact that I had stopped running.
-"It's just a fig, Balboa! Calm down" he replied, not fully sure he understood why I was that angry.
-"How about I shove it up your ass, then?" I knew i was overreacting, but running is the one thing I cannot be interrupted from.
-"Ok champ, I know it sucks being interrupted, but calm down. It wasn't on purpose" he was clearly trying to calm me down and it was working.
-"Ok dude, just don't let it happen again" I replied and I restarted my watch. I thought I was done with him when I heard his comment as I was passing by him.
-“Next time I’m gonna make sure you stay down”
-“What did you say to me?”
-“I said I am gonna make sure you stay down, big guy”. We were now face to face and our height difference was obvious. He was a fat, short guy. I was sure I could wipe the floor with him.
-“How are you gonna do that? With figs?” I laughed
-“You are as stupid as fit” he commented
-“Wanna elaborate before something bad happens to you?” I stepped closer to him
-“Look man, you’ve run almost 5-6 kilometers. Right? Its really hot today. You’re probably exhausted. You don’t know it, but I’ ve been watching you for the past six months. The days that the temperature is that high, you always need 1 liter of water after your run and 10 minutes of laying on the grass to recover”
-“So?” I tried to hide my surprise that this guy had been studying me for such a long time
-“So, you don’t stand a chance. I’ll even tell you what I’m gonna do and you’ll see you won’t be able to defend it”
-“Say, then. But make it quick, you have 1 minute before your beating starts” I rolled my fists and started counting
-“Step 1: I will break your abs” Before finishing his sentence he hit me with the pointy end of his stick right in the middle of my gut. My reflexes worked and my abs managed to flex just before the hit landed, but the pain made me fall on my back on the floor. I quickly managed to get up, but just quick enough to receive another hit -sideways this time-. I gasped for air as he continued hitting me again and again. He was very accurate, aiming my abs and hitting them hard from every possible angle. Soon enough I started hyperventilating as my muscles craved for oxygen. He lunged forward trying to land another hit, but I trembled backways trying to avoid his stick.
-“Oh, look at that! Already afraid? Come here, just a few more and then we’ll reach step 2” I had to take this stick from him. The damage done to me was too much to take. He faked a hit to my knees but then quickly turned it to a huge blow in the middle of my chest. I remember falling on the burning paved floor looking straight at the hot sun. The next thing I remember was the desperation of my moaning when he sunk his stick in my abs. I hadn’t flexed them and the wooden pointy end was piercing my muscles. He was constantly twisting the stick to aggravate my suffering.
-“See, big guy?” He continued twisting the stick in my abs draining all the sweat from my body.
-“Aaaaaaagh…” I was completely helpless as my abs were being tortured without mercy.
And then, suddenly, the torture stopped. My tormentor had released me from this piercing nightmare and he was just looking at me. Slowly I gathered whatever strength I had left in me and tried to get up. A huge wave of pain run through my abs and I fell back on the floor. The piercing torture had done more damage than I anticipated. Three more agonizing efforts later, I managed to sit up still on the floor. It must have taken me a lot of time because the tormentor had removed his shoes and sweat pants. He was now barefoot and wearing only his boxers. When he realized I had managed to get up he smirked.
-“I have to give it to you. After what I’ve put you through and you are now sitting. Cool stuff. This means I have to be relentless from now on”. He pushed me with his leg on the floor again. After I was once again laying on my back he put his foot on my destroyed abs pressing a bit just to hurt me.
-“Aaaaaagh… how…much….more?” I cried.
-“Don’t you know how to count? This is step 2. I will now leave you breathless. Dehydrated and mentally broken. Notice my legs yet? I’ve shaved them clean for you”. It was true, his legs were cleanly shaven and thick as hell. “Tell me now, what do you know about bodyscissors?”. I couldn’t tell if the sudden coldness I felt was from his frozen foot on my abs, or by that remark.
END OF PART 1
Hyede (5)
2020-09-28 오후 11:41(이 글에 대한 답글)
Excellent start. ^__^
I look forward to reading the continuation.
Punchmyguthard (0)
2020-09-27 오후 5:02(이 글에 대한 답글)
ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT 💘 HOT