Gay Erotic Stories

Breaking down Tony’s will, endurance, his muscles and strength was their goal. His body was theirs to do with as they wished

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Tony was one of those mouthy little farts as he was growing up.

Always a little stronger than the other guys his age, he would often bully the kids in his class when he was younger. Little did he know as a high school senior, that some of these guys vowed to get even and started working out them selves. Six years had gone by since they were last humiliated by Tony. He had been living just a few towns over for the last couple of years. Why did these guys hate him so much?

When Tony was in High School he would stalk the halls tormenting them. He would walk up to the fat ones and gut punch them hard enough to knock them down just to watch them roll around in agony as everyone looked on and laughed. In the hallway between classes if he were to come up to a skinny kid he would pull their shirt up over their head and twist their nips to watch them squirm. Eight of these victims became good friends and started working out and training together. In the last six years these guys got really buff and strong. . They had been reading about Tony’s progress winning body building contests. Second runner up for Mr. Teen California. Third runner up for Mr. USA. Tony’s body was lean and hard, very muscularly defined but not muscle bound. The guys started making their plans to pay good old Tony a visit.

His old classmates were pissed, pumped, and vowed to get even.

They found out where Tony trained and when. He was the night manager for Gladstone’s Gym. The gym was in a seedy part of town. Lots of empty and vacant stores and warehouse type buildings. The guys rented one of these old shops back off the main street. Several days past while they were getting everything set up just the way they wanted it. They knew Tony was always last to leave his gym after a heavy intense workout and would lock up the place before leaving. After messing around with Tony’s car engine, the guys simply made it so it wouldn’t start. Just like clock work, the following evening, Tony emerged from the gym, shirtless, sweaty and pumped to the max after his intense work out. You could see his muscles reflecting in the moon light a block away.

Little did Tony know that he was in for the most intense workout and work over of his life. He tried starting his car with no luck. He walked over to the road and stuck his muscular arm out to hitch a hike home. (Can you imagine seeing this guy on your way home?) (Pumped, sweaty, and a superior hard muscular body.)

Just then a car pulled up and asked if he wanted a ride. Tony said sure would and off they went. The driver said he had to pick up some papers at his office and would he mind coming in to wait for a few minutes while he made some phone calls. Tony replied, no problem. He was still shirtless as he entered the office. Want a coke? Sure thing. Taking a drink of that coke was the last thing Tony remembered…

As he awoke, he realized he was tied to a shoulder height steel bar--high enough that his feet barely touched the ground. They too were spread and tied to rings in the wall. A cord was tied around his neck and to a ring in the wall so he had to have his chest stretched out and up. This really stretched out his 8-pack abs to their max. He was blind folded and demanded to know what was going on.

Just then he received a deviating blow to his solar plexus. He was caught completely off guard and the blow pushed his air right out of him. The stinging went deep into his guts. He could hear a bunch of guys laughing as he gasped for air. Wham another hard blow and another than another. His muscled wall of bricks were taking every punch just fine.

Suddenly, the pounding stopped. Tony could hear one of the men announce “ O.K. guys he’s awake now, grab your toys and get in line over here. Tony didn’t like the sound of that. He twisted and turned to try to brake his bonds. His sweaty muscular body glistened in the dimly lit room. His muscles straining, his defined muscles seemed to flash in the dimly lit room as he prepared him self the best he could for what was to come.

A slap across the face was quickly followed by a hard punch to his rock solid pecs. The lack of effect the blow had on him must have pissed the boxer off. He immediately drilled some devastating left and right punches to Tony’s beckoning abs. Wham, wham…wham, wham, wham. The blows stung but had little effect on his muscular layered wall of abdominal muscles. Suddenly he hears a guy shout out NEXT. Damn, Tony thought, now what? Smack, the end of a ball bat was rammed into his waiting abs. Again and again, eight to ten times. Shit he thought, could my muscles hold up to this attack?

NEEXXXT, he could hear someone walk up to him. His hands touched him gently and started rubbing something all over his chest and abs and across his arms. He could feel a tingling sensation all over his body. The tingling changed to a burning sensation. His nipples jumped to attention. A sharp pain followed as clamps were attached to each nipple. The pain was just starting to go away when Tony realized he could feel electricity starting to surge through the wires--stronger and stronger, his muscles jumping, until he almost passed out from the muscle cramping pain. His captors backed off just enough so they wouldn’t loose him to soon. Besides the line wasn’t even half through yet

NEE E X XXT…and the punishment continued.

How much more can I take, he thought? Nexxxt… They must have saved the best for last because he could tell by the approaching heavy foot steps that this guy was huge. Suddenly my feet and legs were being untied. Where they done with me?

No such luck.

I could hear chains rattling and suddenly my feet were being lifted up and over my head. Whoosh, smack, bam.

This guy was starting to break my muscled wall down, and with every punch I would moan a little louder. The more I moaned, groaned and grunted the louder the cheering from the guys got. They were yelling, “ Break um down” and “Tenderize him”. As the blood rushed to my head and the intense pain increased. I couldn’t defend my body any more. I was totally at his mercy; I slowly drifted away and passed out.

Forced Workouts

When I came to again, I was sitting on the end of a diving board with my back to the water. A heavy rope was looped around the diving board and tied to my feet. My muscular arms were tied high behind my back. One of the guys came up to me and said, “It’s time for your abs workout Big Boy”. And with that he pushed me backwards into the pool with my feet still tied to the diving board so my shoulders and head would be below the water. I had to do hanging crunches continuously to keep from drowning. My abs were really sore already from the intense work over they received most of the night. Now they were really burning as I had to keep them flexed to their maximum degree of tightness, just to keep my head out of the water.

This kept up for hours. The only rest my abs would get is when I would hold my breath under water while stretching my stomach muscles out. Then would come the intense pain of the ab crunch while gasping for air. Just when I thought I had reached my limit and my abs were really ripping with pain one of the guys came over and slide a weight pouch over my head. This meant I had to work even harder to complete each crunch in no time at all I was starting to spit and sputter as I would return to gasp for air. My time, air, and strength were all running out. I had to beg them to let me up, and in humiliation I had to agree to give each and every one of them a blowjob for my release.

I was so sore by now I couldn’t even stand by my self. This time they tied me over a large wine keg to really stretch my stomach out. My arms were tied out stretched tight and they rolled the huge keg over so my head was up side down, facing out. There wasn’t much I could do with my mouth right at their groin level.

“Open your mouth you big cock sucker. or I’ll knock your teeth out and fuck your face any way.” I was keeping my mouth shut until he gave me a roundhouse kick right in my solar plexus. Forcing me to gasp for air. His thick cock was choking me the faster he pumped. Faster and faster until the hot flood of cum shot down my throat. His captors muscles shimmering as he lets out a satisfying moan. With a playful slap of his hand on my ripped and burning six pack my captor collapsed backward.

N…E…X…T… and the rest of the guys got in line… Oh no. Can I possibly deal with this?

I had to get creative when sleeping, with my massive arms tied out stretched. This wasn’t so bad compared to the night I spent outside. I was staked and tied spread eagle on the ground. My legs and arms pulled wide apart. Stripped of course and my balls and dick were coated with peanut butter. I was awaked to the sounds of a baby piglet rutting around just past the clearing of the encampment. Smelling the peanut butter he came running. As he cautiously approached me, my horror was only just beginning. The little pig wasn’t whined yet and my dick was making the perfect mama’s tit for him. He would suck and pull hard on it, nearly pulling it off. Then he would ram his head in to get a better grip on my dick, nearly smashing my nuts with his snout. This kept up for what seemed like hours. As crazy as it may seem, I was starting to get a raging hard on. The harder he pulled the harder I got. Finally with one more ram to my nuts I let loose with a huge load--pumping load after load into the piglet’s mouth. This must have been what he was looking for because he really started snorting and rutting after that. He rammed his snout harder into my nuts and pulled even harder on my raw dick. Before I knew what hit me I would be hard as a rock again. He was pumping me dry and raw, and he kept it up all night long with out stopping.

Morning came early, but not soon enough. My little pig buddy had left for now. My dick was bloody and raw in a few places. As the cold air hit my pain filled shaft it would actually stimulate me enough to give me a raging hard on--just what the guys inside wanted to see. What was I in store for today?

More forced workouts? I had no idea.

They could use me any way they decided they wanted to. Maybe I would be their practice dummy for kick boxing practice, or two or three of the guys really liked using me for wrestling practice. While stretching me out like a big X, One of the guys would drive his heal deep into my stretched abs--every day they would work me to exhaustion. My muscles where getting weaker and smaller. I finally got to a point where I could resist no more. As time marched on hours turned into days, days turned into weeks. As if the abuse wasn’t bad enough, I soon learned what their goal was. They wanted to turn me into a skinny little guy like they once were. After three months I had lost most of my lean muscle mass and I was starting to get thin and skinny, not to mention how weak I had become. Their goal was to have any skinny kid off the street come in and beat the livin’ shit out of me and have his way with me after that. Then they would finally know just how weak and pathetic I had actually become… With this they had accomplished their goal and they were finally done…or were they?

On the day I was finally leaving, just before they hooded me, I glanced back to see a hot, shirtless, muscular stud entering the front door…with a coke in his hand.