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In bed the following morning after Steve had taken the beating from the ex-boxer, involving 240 punches in the gut, he admitted that he had doubted he would last the distance towards the end, especially with the series of punches up under the ribs where the abdominals were unable to cushion the blows. He also admitted that his guts were still feeling sore. I told him to lie flat on his back, and I straddled his lean narrow hips, and began to massage his abdominal muscles with the heel of my hands, pressing firmly and pushing up and outwards to get the blood flowing through the area.

With his magnificent muscular tanned body stretched out beneath me, and running my hands over his spectacularly well developed and defined eight pack, it wasn't long before I got a hard on. Laying back relaxed and with his eyes closed, Steve didn't appear to notice.

However, before long I could feel his cock stirring underneath me. When I knew it was rock hard, I massaged it with some lube, and then held it to the entrance to my rectum. Knowing how big and thick and hard it was, I took my time lowering myself on to it, while I continued massaging Steve's guts.

Eventually I passed the pain barrier of having Steve's iron bar stretching the entrance to my hole, and driving deep into my guts, and sat down on his groin, still massaging his abs.

It was then I noticed the grin on his face. "You should have seen the changes of expression on your face. Apprehension, concentration, frowning with the pain, satisfaction of accomplishment, and finally pleasure" said Steve. "Now sit back and enjoy the ride."

With that he started slowly thrusting his hips upward, gaining momentum, and thrusting deeper by arching his back so that only his shoulders and heels were on the bed at the peak of his thrust, as he used his enormous strength to lift me up. With each thrust I felt as his steel rod would split me open or pierce my insides, but the intense pleasure of the movements massaging the interior of my insides soon had me blowing a load all over him, which caused him to climax and fill me with his warm cum. I stayed straddling him until I recovered enough to raise myself off him, and even that was enjoyable as his firm length was slowly extracted from my hole.

When we were under the shower washing each other down, Steve admitted that his abdominal muscles now felt better from the massage. So I asked him if he thought he was up to trying out a new idea I had.

"What's the new idea?" he asked, "you know I'm always keen and willing to try anything you think of."

"I want to work on your legs, and when you reach the point where you're getting short of breath, I want you to lie on your back on the floor with your legs out straight, and your feet 6 inches off the floor, keeping your abs tensed while I stand on your guts and lightly bounce up and down.

"Okay", he replied,” let’s give it a go."

So that night at the gym, I told him to squat down in front of an upright pole which he could hold to help keep his balance, while he did a series of squatting movements with me sitting on his shoulders. After he passed the forty mark, he began to slow down, until before long, each attempt to stand up was a supreme effort. I encouraged him to keep going until he reached 50, and then told him to lie on the floor as we had agreed.

He was still breathing heavily as I stepped on to his stomach. With his legs straight out and his feet of the floor, I could feel the rock hard abs through my feet. I started lightly bouncing up and down on both feet, and after a while started bouncing from one foot to the other, which meant my whole weight was bearing down on the muscles under that foot.

I counted to 100, and then jumped off, telling him to quickly get on the running machine for 20 minutes at a fast pace. Never one to refuse a challenge, he set the pace at 9 kms per hour, and also adjusted the machine so it had a slight incline, slight, but never the less making it tougher.

At the end of the 20 minutes, wearing only his jogging shorts, his body glowed from the heat of his exertions, and shone from the sweat pouring from him.

Without being told, he lay down as before, and I again started bouncing up and down on his guts which he kept tensed as he tried to recover his breath. This time I counted 200 before I stepped off him.

The next exercise was on the stair-climbing machine, set to vary the pace. At times he was climbing rapidly, and it was great to watch his leg muscles flexing rhythmically. Then the pace would slow right down, and the leg muscles would be tensed as he waited to transfer his weight from one foot to the other.

Down on the floor again, and I bounced up and down 300 times. Skipping, leg extensions, and leg curls with weights, made up six exercises. Sometimes I thought his shortness of breath would make him give up, but I don't think the idea crossed his mind. However, I noticed after the last two exercises that his abdominals were a little spongier, and as I bounced up and down, he grunted slightly as he tolerated the punishment his guts were taking. After the finish, I asked him how he felt.

"Okay," he replied, "the problem is controlling my breathing as well as absorbing the pounding on my guts. But now that we've finished and I've had a chance to get my breath back, I feel great."

"Okay", I said, "then leap up on the chin up bar, and hook your legs over the bar so you're hanging upside down." When he had done that, I gave him two 25 lb dumb bells to hold in his hands, which stretched him out. I then started using those incredible abdominal muscles as a punching bag. After 200 to 300 punches, I told him to get down.

Grinning at me, he said, " I know that turns you on, let's go and enjoy some action while we shower."

If readers have any suggestions as to further gut punching challenges I should submit Steve to, please email me: gutpuncher2001@yahoo.com