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Ninety-degree days can make anyone sweat The pride he exuded for his fine frame was extreme. Superman loved the feel of his salty sweat as it dripped down his deeply tanned and handsome face, past his enormous biceps, bulbous pecs, and especially his eight pack, thick yet thin, rock hard strip steaks he calls abdominals. Superman loved abs, more than anything. Ab pain is his thing. he got off on applying pressure to his upper abs, directly above the navel. Then he moved on to gut punching. And man can he TAKE it. No dude has yet to break his belly beef. But Superman always wanted more. Of course, he thoroughly basked in being made to cum by a good gut pounding. But he got more enjoyment from the thought of more slab. dangerous abdominal abuse. His lust was growing. Superman, was shirtless, and was wearing only his skin-tight briefs. Before he had started prowling, he had stashed his super costume and put on his kryptonite studded cock ring. He snorted and swallowed some of his red and green kryptonite powder , so he was good to go. He was pumped and dripping with sweat, following the object of his lust. The stud suddenly stopped and turned around, almost causing the two fine torsos to slam into each other. "Saw you starin' at me all day dude. Take it you're ah... interested." Superman , totally taken aback by the unexpected moment, stumblingly replied, "uh, yeah.. uh.. What do you mean, interested?" He snuck a glance down towards the stud's abdominal meat. The stud noticed and in return took a lusty LONG stare at Superman 's slowly expanding and contracting thickly muscled and shirtless gut and his impressive basket. Still staring at Superman 's stomach beef, the stud responded. "Fine set of ab beef steaks there dude. Bet you know how to take a real slam in the gut." Oh shit' thought Superman as his gut steak tightened revealing his eight pack to its fullest. `This is unreal. He's into exactly the same thing as me'. He was getting ready to pinch himself when the stud again spoke up. "Well?" They locked eyes. "Wanna see whose beef can take it like a REAL man? Think your gut is tougher than mine?" "Shit yeah. I'd love to see you try and fuck up my ab steaks." He reached out his right hand and offered it to the blond stud. "Name's Supes and I think your abs are gonna be mine." "I'm the stud. This is gonna be a fuckin' A battle dude." They were both developing rather obvious hardons by this point. "I know a place. Let's go." "So what are you into?" requested Superman . "Lot's of different things. One of my fave's is giving or taking a small sledgehammer." the stud felt up his own ab meat as he talked. "Never tried it dude. Let's see if we can work that one in." The image of taking the sledgehammer suddenly became vivid in Superman 's mind. It was truly something he needed to experience. "How far ya willing Ta go?" "As far as you want to dude. When I give my ab beef to a dude I mean I GIVE my ab beef ... It's his to do with as he pleases for as long as he wants... And he can DO whatever he wants... ANYthing." the stud made another of his sudden stops. Superman turned to face him as the stud asked, " How far are YOU willing to go .... Slab?" There was a brief silence as the two sides of beef again sized each other up. As he responded, Superman slightly sucked in his abs. "All the way dude. ALL the way." They entered the building "They're ready for ya," They entered a large fluorescent-lit room filled with weights and sweatshirt clad bodybuilders. The stench was thick. Superman , totally excited and confused, loved it. The room was also very hot, but these dudes, all into intense workouts, showed no sign of perspiration. As Superman and the stud got to the center of the room one of the bodybuilders approached the entrance and planted himself there, hands behind his back. Superman was too busy coating his abs and pecs with the kryptonite. oil in his sock. "Got a new side of beef for the Herd here men," stated the stud. Slowly, the slabs stopped their workouts, got up, strutted over to Superman, and proceeded to seriously ogle his beef. One of the steaks asked of the stud'," You gonna take him on first dude? If not, I'd love to be the one to fuck up his virgin gut meat." Superman stared ferociously into the bald nineteen year old's eyes. His shaved head really hot to look at. No Scott. Think I'll take on his virgin gut first," responded the stud. Virgin gut', thought Superman . The phrase was used twice in just a minute. He should have been scared shitless by this point. But he was so full of lust he just truly did not care what happened to him. He wanted to show these slabs he could give or take `whatever' just as well as they could. the stud turned to Superman . "This is serious time dude. We are into some serious shit." He stared with a burning intensity into Superman 's beautiful eyes. "We are into ultimate gut pain. No limits. All weapons. Before I tell or show you more you got to tell me if you wanna be part. If you say yes, you can't back out later." There was silence for a moment. Then suddenly and furiously Superman rifled his fist into his upper gut. "I'll fuckin take anything dude. I'll give anything. Let's stop this chit chat and get into some REAL gut pain." "Shit dude. You're gonna love this, " said the stud with a mischievous grin. "You wanna be one of us? You wanna join the Herd?" "Fuckin A dude. Do your worst." Superman 's beef was pumped and ready. "Initiation time Herd!" shouted the stud. With Superman standing rigid and bulging in the middle of the room, the rest of the beef began to strip off their sweatshirts and jeans amongst a chorus of 'all right!'`fuckin A' `fresh beef' and the like. Superman said a loud `Oh Shit!' to himself as the beef was revealed. Each was a perfect specimen. But almost all of them had long deep scars on their pecs, abs and biceps. And every fucking one of them had a deep hole an inch or so wide, one to two inches deep, and several inches long directly above the navel in the cartilage area in between their two finely sculpted rows of upper stomach meat. A long cabinet against the far wall was opened to reveal a vast assortment of weapons and torture devices. Everyone in the room was now wearing nothing but jocks. the stud, standing directly in front of Superman , bulging with thick warrior muscle, gave a nod to Scott, who moved behind Superman . Scott grabbed the Man of Steel's arms, and held them behind his back. Just as the stud prepared to give the first blow, Superman 's eye's lustfully fixed on a serrated dagger in the recently revealed cabinet. `All right. FUCK me!' he stated to himself as he felt the first of thousands of gut pounding blows in his rock stomach... It was ecstasy. Pure gut painful joy. Superman was going to come very close to his ultimate gut torture fantasy. THUD... THUD............................. THUD.. THUD!!! The sound reverberated throughout the room as the stud continued the relentless gut pummeling, sticking his blows entirely to the upper abdominals between the navel and sternum. Man fist thrusting into man GUT beef. THUD.... THUD............ THUD THUD THUD! As the ecstasy was beginning to stiffen his cock, Superman noticed the other slabs of beef had lined up behind the stud. About five minutes after the gut pounding had begun a timer went off. the stud stopped the pummeling, stood aside and went to the back of the line. The next stud, about 6' 5" and 240 pounds of thick rock beef with long dark jet black hair stepped up to Superman . As the new gut puncher prepared to give the first blow, the "punchee" noticed something in the dude's fist. It was a set of brass knuckles.... He just barely got off another `oh shit!' in his mind as the first solid blow struck. Superman had slightly relaxed his abs and showed the barest flinch of pain, but quickly "rocked up" his belly steak in time for the second strike. Solid steel in solid GUT meat. YEAH!! When the timer went off again his belly was already quite red. The next stud was so beautiful Superman almost lost it. The dude was only about 5'6" but he was a gorgeous red-head. Superman has a BIG thing for beautiful muscled red-heads. And this slab was VERY, almost DISGUSTINGLY cute. His hair was cut short. The abs were thin but rock hard. And the pecs.. MAN!~ The pecs were ENORMOUS for a guy this size. They jutted from the young man's chest like two bowling balls. In his hand was a policeman's nightstick. I ain't gonna make it through all these dudes' thought Superman . `But I gotta give them a good show. Just gotta keep from losin' it.' SLAP... SLAP..... SLAP SLAP !! Damn but that thing was loud as it struck the gut meat! And VERY painful. It stung Superman 's already well-bruised stomach steak with a certain unrelenting ferocity he had never imagined. SLAP SLAP SLAP !! He REALLY liked this. Painful joy! SLAP SLAP!! His belly was still a rock, taking each blow with only the slightest movement, as yet being held with his hands behind his back by Scott. The redheaded stud suddenly changed positions with the nightstick and rammed the hard wood head first into Superman 's stomach, almost knocking the air out of him. Ram... Ram... Ram... The Man of Steel's dick was now completely stiff . Ring! The redheaded cutie got in one good strong blow with his fist before ending his turn. The next dude steps up. No weapons except his large hard fists were powered by two enormous piston-like biceps. Superman held up his ab beef well for the next few dudes. But as the seventh gut slab stepped up to him, his jaw almost dropped. The 5'10" 200 pound brown-haired stud had a small sledgehammer in his left hand and a decidedly evil grin on his lightly tanned face. The dude stood to Superman's left, looked up at Scott and said, "Hold the gut meat steady man. Don't wanna break any ribs by accident." Scott reinforced his grip. The hammer was swung behind the stud's back, then brought up close to Superman's very battered stomach meat. The hammer was lifted back again, was swung hard, but stopped short of striking the Man of Steel's belly. It was then placed with the heavy broad head of the tool on Superman's stomach. It was cold. VERY cold. And a REAL turn-on. Superman was going to have a hard time keeping himself from cumming too soon. The dude tapped the hammer lightly on the bruised belly. Then struck a little harder, and harder, till he brought it way back over his left shoulder and RIFLED the sledgehammer into Superman's tenderized gut. The Man of Steel doubled over slightly, but Scott kept him up. RAM... RAM... RAM... RAM... RAM... Superman could barely stand on his own. His abdominal muscles were VERY rapidly losing their ability to tense and flex. It was quite excruciating for him to keep them that way. He thought to himself `I'm fucked' and softened his gut meat. RAM ! It GROUND into him cold and without mercy. Bile was creeping up his throat. Ring! Mr. Sledgehammer had to stop... Next up was a very cute dude who couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen but had a thick neck and a completely shaved head. It looked REAL good on him. His weapon... more brass knuckles. Superman took it well but almost up-chucked as the dude finished. The next guy also used brass knuckles. Superman puked on him. The bell rang again. It had been a full forty-five minutes since the initiation had begun. Superman looked up to see the stud step up to him with a big nasty grin on his cute face. "You've almost made it dude. Just one more thing. You gotta feel the `ultimate' in gut pain." Scott dragged Superman 's beaten belly steak over to a table. The others gathered around. the stud took a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured some on Superman 's gut. Then he did the same with some alcohol, also dousing his hands with it. the stud then took the lid off of a plastic tray filled with alcohol and several "items". A knife with a three inch handle and a blade two inches long, one half inch wide, was pulled from it. "Fucking cool," Superman thought he had said to himself, but had actually spoken out loud. the stud made Superman stand directly in front of him The tip was maneuvered to a point about three inches above the Man of Steel's navel and in between the two rows of abdominal meat. The cartilage area was quite large on Superman and the stud was lustfully thinking about all the pain the dude was going to experience there. When he thought he had found the right spot, "the" spot, the stud pressed it in lightly. "How's it feel dude?" "Cold. Sharp... REAL nice man. Thanks dude... DO it." "All right then .... Time for your FIRST gut fuck... No more bein' a virgin stud." The red head shouted out, "Yeah. DO it man. Show him what GUT meat is meant for!" The barest dot of blood appeared on the Man of Steel's gut meat. "Shit!," stated the red head. "That's one tough gut slab you got on you dude!" Everyone was astonished NOT to see the blade in the newcomer's belly. All except for Superman who know what they were trying to do couldn't be done to him. But it didn't matter to Superman. His cock had been so hard for some time it was screaming for release. The Man of Steel know that he had to create an immediate diversion. What better way than with his super cock. By sheer force of will Superman thrust his cock up and out of the briefs dripping with precum.. When the bodybuilders saw the size and beauty of his cock they all went at it together pulling the briefs off. Superman was heaving, twitching, and flexing, coated in sweat and precum. The Man of Steel finally came. You could hear the cum spurt out of his cock as he finally came. He shot no less than 25 volleys and was actually sobbing and screaming. Every muscle in his super body flexing and straining with each super spurt. The bodybuilders were there to catch the unnaturally big load. Their magnificent hairless pec-proud chests received the shots of Superman's sperm that they failed to swallow. The stud was on his knees sucking on Superman's heaving balls. While the bodybuilders were still preoccupied, Superman Grabbed his briefs from the floor and his bag from the doorway disappearing in a split second. Later he wondered what those bodybuilders thought of their super initiation. REX With thanks and apologies April, 1998