Ninety degree days working on a construction site in Manhattan can make anyone sweat by just thinking about it. Esteban was no exception, and he was quick to remove his shirt, revealing a thick, ripped, 23 year old sculpture of a torso. The pride he exuded for his fine frame was extreme.

Esteban Garcia loved the feel of his salty sweat as it dripped down his deeply tanned and handsome face, past his enormous bicep steaks, bulbous filet mignon pectorals, and especially his eight pack, thick yet thin, rock hard strip steaks he calls abdominals. Esteban loves his, and other muscle dudes abs, more than anything. The moment he meets a guy the first thing he does is strip him to the waist in his mind to visualize the dudes gut beef, trying to guess just how well those belly muscles could take a serious pummeling.

Ab pain is his thing. Ever since he was a boy of twelve 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 Esteban always wanted more. Of course, he thoroughly basked in being made to cum by a good gut pounding. Be he got more enjoyment from the thought of more dangerous abdominal abuse. His fave moments of a movie or TV show were when a muscular slab of meat took it fatally in the gut. Especially if he took it well.

His lust was growing with the thought of a particular moment from a movie he had seen the previous night when a thick flash of gray, lugging a huge piece of equipment strutted past him. The enormity of this muscular slab was impossible to ignore. His long blonde hair, jutting out from underneath his hard hat, his almost disgustingly cute face, the hugeness of his pectoral steaks, the thinness of his waist for such a prized muscular torso… What a beautiful sight. But the thing that most caught Esteban’s eye was the fact that, in this heat, this obviously spectacular specimen was wearing a thick gray sweatshirt. The sweat was soaking through it everywhere.

All day long Esteban kept sneaking glances at the prized but puzzling form. As the five o’clock whistle blew he decided he had to find out more about this slab. Esteban, still shirtless, pumped and dripping with sweat, followed the object of his lust into the as yet empty lockers. He was directly behind the slab when the stranger 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.”

Esteban, totally taken aback by the unexpected moment, stumbilingly replied, “uh, yeah.. uh.. What do you mean, interested?” He snuck a glance down towards the stranger’s abdominal meat. The stranger noticed and in return took a lustfully LONG stare at Esteban’s slowly expanding and contracting thickly muscled and shirtless gut.

Still staring at Esteban’s stomach beef, the stranger responded. “Fine set of ab beef steaks there dude. Bet you know how to take a real slam in the gut.”

`Oh shit’ thought Esteban 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 stranger again spoke up.

“Well?” They locked eyes. “Wanna see who’s 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 Esteban. And I think your abs are gonna be mine.”

“I’m Cody. 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.” The two gut pain lovers strutted out the door and toward the subway.

Esteban gave Cody’s 24 year old body the 500th looking over of the day as he finally asked, “So what’s the deal with the shirt? Looks to me like you ain’t got nothin’ to be ashamed of.”

“I got my reasons dude. You’ll find out soon enough.”

They approached the entrance to the subway. Esteban reached behind him to retrieve his shirt when Cody suddenly stopped his arm and said, “Leave it off. I love watching the reactions of people to slabs like us on the subway. It’s a hoot .”

`So why don’t you take your shirt off too?’ thought Esteban. They remained silent as they waited for their train. All the both of them had on their minds was gut pain, and talking about it in public in an enclosed place like this was a little awkward.

As they stood waiting, Cody noticed a cute sixteen year old wrestler type eyeing Esteban’s huge pecs. Cody leaned over to whisper in his new buddy’s ear. “There’s a young high school jock slab in jeans and a Yankee t-shirt starin’ at your pec meat. Give him a show.”

The two bodybuilders continued to stand in silence for another minute or so when, as the kid made an obvious turn to better ogle the huge chest, Esteban began to continuously, forcefully and with rhythm, pop his thick pectoral muscles. The jock seemed caught in a trance for a moment, then fell back suddenly as he realized he had been noticed and was being made fun of. Cody and Esteban never cracked a smile.

The train finally arrived and they took their seats. They gave each other a slight glance as Cody said, “That was fuckin’ cool dude. I think I know what that young steak is gonna be dreamin’ ‘bout tonite.”

“Es la verdad, dude. Don’t I know it,” responded Esteban as he started to pop his mighty pec steaks again.

Cody joined in.

About ten minutes later they reached their stop. They walked up into daylight and turned right.

“So what are you into?” requested Esteban.

“Lot’s of different things. One of my fave’s is giving or taking a small sledgehammer.” Cody felt up his own ab meat through the sweater 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 Esteban’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.” Cody made another of his sudden stops. Esteban turned to face him as Cody 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, Esteban slightly sucked in his abs. “All the way dude. ALL the way.”

They started to walk again as Cody said, “Fuckin A dude. This is gonna be THE experience of your life. It’s what you’ve really been waitin’ for.”

Esteban was slightly wary about how to take all this in. But his curiosity, and, more importantly, his lust, were making him continue without hesitation.

Suddenly they were in front of a lonely three story townhouse whose direct neighbor buildings had been torn down. It was a drab gray and all the windows were painted black. The faint but obvious sound of clanking barbells could be heard from somewhere upstairs as they climbed the front steps.

When they entered the building a brown haired, handsome, muscular young bodybuilder, also wearing a gray sweatshirt, came to attention as Cody walked in.

Cody ordered, “Rebner, go tell the Herd I’m bringin’ up a visitor.” With only the slightest nod of his head, Rebner immediately ran up the stairs and disappeared. Suddenly the barbell noises stopped. Just as Rebner reappeared at the top of the stairs the clanking started up again.

“They’re ready for ya,” stated Rebner who went back into his attention mode.

“Is Kemper here yet?,” asked Cody of Rebner as he walked past. The response was a quick negative shake of the head. The two new bodybuilder buddies headed up the stairs. They entered a large flourescent lit room filled with weights and sweatshirt clad bodybuilders. The stench was thick. Esteban, totally excited and confused, loved it.

The room was also very hot, but these dudes, all into intense workouts, showed no sign of perspiration. That meant that they must have just now put on the shirts, thus the brief lull in barbell noise a few moments ago.

As Esteban and Cody got to the center of the room one of the bodybuilders approached the entrance and planted himself there, hands behind his back. Esteban was too busy taking everything in to notice.

“Got a new side of beef for the Herd here men,” stated Cody. Slowly, the slabs stopped their workouts, got up, strutted over to Esteban, and proceeded to seriously ogle his beef.

One of the steaks asked of Cody’,“ You gonna take him on first dude? If not, I’d love to be the one to fuck up his virgin gut meat.”

Esteban stared ferociously into the bald nineteen year old’s eyes. His shaved head made him really hot to look at.

No Scott. Think I’ll take on his virgin gut first,” responded Cody.

`Virgin gut’, thought Esteban. 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.

Cody turned to Esteban. “This is serious time dude. We are into some serious shit.” He stared with a burning intensity into Esteban’s beautiful brown 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 of the Herd. If you say yes, you can’t back out later.”

There was silence for a moment. Then suddenly and furiously Esteban 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 Cody with a mischievous grin. “You wanna be one of us? You wanna join the Herd?”

“Fuckin A dude. Do your worst.” Esteban’s beef was pumped and ready.

“Initiation time Herd!” shouted Cody. With Esteban standing rigid and bulging in the middle of the room, the rest of the beef began to strip off their sweatshirts amongst a chorus of ‘all right!’ `fuckin A’ `fresh beef’ and the like.

Esteban 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 jeans. Cody, standing directly in front of Esteban, bulging with thick warrior muscle, gave a nod to Scott, who moved behind Esteban. Scott grabbed the initiates arms, and held them behind his back.

Just as Cody prepared to give the first blow, Esteban’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. Esteban Garcia was going to come very close to his ultimate gut torture fantasy. THUD… THUD……………………….. THUD.. THUD!!! The sound reverberated throughout the room as Cody 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, Esteban noticed the other slabs of beef had lined up behind Cody.

About five minutes after the gut pounding had begun a timer went off. Cody 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 Esteban. 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. Esteban had slightly untightened 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 Esteban almost lost it. The dude was only about 5’6” but he was a gorgeous red-head. Esteban 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 night stick.

`I ain’t gonna make it through all these dudes’ thought Esteban. `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 Esteban’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 red-headed stud suddenly changed positions with the nightstick and rammed the hard wood head first into Esteban’s stomach, almost knocking the air out of him. Ram… Ram… Ram… The initiate’s dick was now completely stiff and well defined through the jeans.

Ring! The red-headed 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. Esteban 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 Esteban’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 Esteban’s very battered stomach meat. The hammer was lifted back again, was swung hard, but stopped short of striking the initiate’s belly. It was then placed with the heavy broad head of the tool on Esteban’s stomach. It was cold. VERY cold. And a REAL turn-on. Esteban 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 Esteban’s tenderized gut sirloin steak. The initiate doubled over slightly, but Scott kept him up.

RAM… RAM… RAM… RAM… RAM… Esteban 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 GRINDED 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.

Esteban took it well but almost up-chucked as the dude finished. The next guy also used brass knuckles. Esteban puked on him.

The bell rang again. It had been a full forty-five minutes since the initiation had begun. Esteban looked up to see Cody 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 Esteban’s beaten belly steak over to a table. The others gathered around. Cody took a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured some on Esteban’s gut. Then he did the same with some alcohol, also dousing his hands with it. Cody 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,” Esteban thought he had said to himself, but had actually spoken out loud.

Cody made Esteban stand directly in front of him and then placed the handle of the knife into his deep gut hole. He then flexed his abs which enveloped the handle holding it in place without assistance. What a warped but erotically beautiful sight Cody was like that, a knife sticking out of his belly… The tip was maneuvered to a point about three inches above the initiate’s navel and in between the two rows of abdominal meat. The cartilage area was quite large on Esteban and Cody 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, Cody 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!”

Cody suddenly but carefully wrapped his arms around Esteban and squeezed their torsos together simultaneously giving him a long deep passionate kiss. The weapon could no longer be seen, their abdominals apparently pressed totally together. Esteban had also embraced Cody…

After more than two minutes the two slabs released each other. Cody stepped back from Esteban. But the blade handle was still in his stomach.. The barest dot of blood on the initiate’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. Especially Esteban who was REALLY lusting for the feel of cold steel inside his ab beef.

“Looks like we’re gonna have ta use a more direct method here guys,” said Cody. He quickly retrieved the weapon from his stomach, placed the point on the dot of blood at Esteban’s gut, and PRESSED in…. continually… relentlessly… pressing… pressing….

“Suck in your gut dude. You’ll enjoy it more,” requested Cody. Just as Esteban complied, with silence from the rest of the room’s occupants, the blade SLICED to the handle into the initiate’s gut meat. Everyone heard the sound quite well… Something like a knife sinking into an apple. Cody then forcefully twisted the blade and pulled it out…. Placed it on the counter…. And then RAMMED his fist in to Esteban’s bleeding belly. Blood splattered the two of them as it continued its slight but steady stream down towards the newcomer’s jeans. He wanted it in him again. He wanted to cum with the blade being moved in and out of his stomach… FUCKING his gut…

“Welcome to the Herd dude,” said Cody as he handed Esteban a gray sweatshirt . “Now let’s see how well you work the weights.”

End of part one