MUSCLE CAMP
by GUTknife

Esteban had never been in such ecstasy. The past two weeks as the newest member of the gut pain bodybuilder club called “the Herd” had been beyond his wildest fantasies. Everyday each member of the Herd got off by some means of upper abdominal torture. Usually gut punching was the preferred method, but every once in a while one of them would insist on something more dangerous like a small knife, hammer & nails, or that a razor be used on their gut meat til they got off.

There’s was a closed world. There was no fraternization outside the group. They were more than a cult. They were a unique group of men with unique desires that could only seriously be understood by others like themselves.

They ALL actually would have preferred something more than gut punching to get off on, but they had to save themselves for their ultimate exstacy, for those very special moments. One of these moments, a very important event, was quickly approaching.

Esteban soon learned that there were about a dozen herds throughout NYC. There were actually almost one hundred of them throughout North America. Every two years all the Herds gather in a secret place out in the vast emptiness of desert southwest for a special competition. The man voted by his Herd as the one with the most outstanding abdominals has to fight to the death with a slab from another Herd. The weapon is a steak knife. Five inch blade... Serrated... Penetration is allowed ONLY in the upper gut. Slashing is permitted on the abdominals, pectorals & biceps... Fists can be used ANYwhere. If one of the fighters should either accidentally or on purpose strike or slash in an illegal area, the fight immediately halts, the offender stands at attention, and the opponent is allowed to slowly run the blade completely across the other’s upper abdominals. One member of the loser’s Herd must also be surrendered for a ritualized execution as well, his beef to be utilized by all later. It is considered an enormous honor to be chosen. EVERYone volunteers lustfully.

The fighting continues for several days until there are just two muscle warriors remaining. These last fine specimens must fight to the death with shortened ice picks... chosen because they can cause much more pain with less IMMEDIATE chance of death. In other words, the fight usually lasts much longer thus giving the crowd an extra thrill. But one more thing about this final battle... The Herd of the loser.. the ENTIRE Herd, except for one who will return to his home to try & build a new Herd, is ritually sacrificed at the last evening’s meal.

They arrived in the desert in a rusting old Greyhound bus 3 days after leaving NYC. Other vehicles littered the lonely dirt road as far as the eye could see. Also prevalent were shirtless sides of beef, every one with nice deep gut holes, pectoral slash scars & the like. They were chatting, gut punching, working on their vehicles, joking, setting up tents & scaffolding... a sight beyond awesome.

Esteban’s Herd snatched a choice clearing & set up camp. Upon completion of the task, it was time for one ever so much more important.. It was time to choose who would fight for them. And it was done very simply.. by drawing straws... short straw “wins”..

To Esteban’s delight it was Simon, the short cute red-head he had lusted after since the moment he saw the fine rock slab back at the House. There is DEFINITELY nothing finer that young adorable red-headed slab beef. Simon proudly strutted to the front of his Herd, turned, put his hands behind his back, & rocked his gut.

Without a word the NYC Herd lined up in front of their warrior & took turns hammering relentlessly into his upper stomach strip steaks... They toughened up that fine slab for over an hour... Then it was time for his battle to the Death.

Simon led his Herd to the fighting arena, a simple clearing with sufficient encircling boulders to allow a number of spectators a fine view of the proceedings. He was signaled to enter the center of the area. There was a slight commotion from the opposite end of the fighting zone. His challenger had arrived. And the lust in Simon’s eyes was simultaneously betrayed by the growth under his jeans. The red-headed hero stared deep into the other’s gut meat, imagining how hard it would be to thrust the blade into him good and deep.

He was beyond cute, and very tall. The muscle was thick & rock hard. The smile on his dimpled gorgeous face did not hide the intensity behind those beautiful blue eyes.

“Dennis Newman of Milwaukee Herd #1, and Simon Rourke of New York City #7, come on down” stated the referee. The two slabs, each stripped to the waist wearing only jeans & boots, came pec to pec at each other. Although Simon was a good 5 inches shorter than Dennis, they maintained eye contact, their lusting lips & eyes just a few inches from one another. “Separate and take your weapons” ordered the referee. They each quickly grabbed the 5 inch nicely serrated blades in their right hands, and longingly waited for the order to begin. The crowd was silent. They stood just ten feet apart, and then “BEGIN!”

They practically walked into each other as both tried to jab at their opponents stomach meat. But neither struck beef. Simon quickly turned and lunged at Dennis who used his left fist to strike the Red-Head in the jaw, knocking him back. The Milwaukee slab then quickly drove the blade across Simon’s left pectoral, making a slash 4 inches long and about 1/8 inch deep in it’s center.

The blood was now flowing, and the crowd’s excitement grew as the flow increased. Simon tried to thrust back immediately, but Dennis caught his opponent’s right hand, the knife in it, & pushed him back while rifling his left fist into the Red-Head’s lean yet thick rock gut steak, lifting him up in the air slightly. Newman then forced Simon back , tripping him as his foot caught a small rock.

It appeared as though Simon had lost his grip on the weapon, so Dennis lunged into the air to land on top of the Red-Head. But Simon was able to retrieve the steel & DROVE it the FULL 5 INCHES into Newman’s upper middle gut, right TO THE HANDLE. But Dennis seemed to not even be fazed. He immediately stood up causing Simon to lose his hold on the knife, so the blade stayed deeply imbedded within Newman’s upper gut meat.

Dennis looked quickly down at the blade handle sticking out from his gut meat, looked up at Simon’s adorable young face, and, with a HUGE grin said “come & get it you wuss. Let’s see if YOU can take it this well!” Simon unhesitatingly popped his bleeding pectoral steaks and walked straight at Newman to retrieve his blade, his hands at his side. Dennis held his knife, point out, aiming straight for the Red-Head’s prime belly beef.

.... thrust ... Dennis pressed the blade in... but to his dismay it only sank in about 1/2 inch about 1 inch directly above Simon’s navel, just below the gut hole. Simon quickly grabbed his own blade, still inside Dennis, twisted it 180 degrees, pointed it sharply down into Newman’s bowels, and while pressing down & cutting pulled the blade out making the wound almost 4 inches long. The huge prime slab meat of Dennis Newman was in shock. He simply stood there as Simon again rifled the blade into his opponent’s fine strip stomach steak... thrust... twist... twist.. pull out... the crowd was engorged with blood lust.... thrust... thrust... thrust.... Simon put it into the stomach of Dennis Newman almost thirty times before the huge side of beef went onto its knees..

Simon then opened his fly. pulled out his engorged 8 inches, knelt down in front of Dennis, placed the head of his dick at the biggest belly wound, & FUCKED him with his cock... He GUT fucked Dennis Newman. The blood smeared all over the lower sections of the two fine torsos. Nearly five minutes later Scott came with glowing ecstasy. Dennis was almost finished, and just as Simon stood up to prepare for the final death blows, Newman’s intestines suddenly started to slowly but continuously ooze from one of the larger wounds in the lower bowels. Dennis was soon lying on the ground, on his right side, breathing erratically, his guts still oozing from his fine belly.

Simon stood over his beautiful prize, his Herd cheering, looking forward to what would soon come. Simon leaned over, and turned Dennis on his back. They gazed into each other’s eyes, blood trickling from Newman’s full lusting mouth, precum showing through the huge bodybuilder’s jeans. Simon then placed the blade into his fresh kill’s upper stomach and proceeded to carve out the abdominal strip steak. Newman was dead by the time the left strip was pulled from the carcass.

Simon motioned for Scott, the gorgeous 19 year old with the shaved head, to come over to the carcass and said “get the pectoral steaks for me dude. I’ll work on the bicep meat.”

With a big lustful smile, Scott simply nodded and happily dug into his work.

Esteban was unconsciously stroking his cock when he realized Cody was gazing at him. They were both thinking it might be time for them to get away by themselves for a few minutes. But they were quickly reminded of what was to come next as a thin but huge pecced blond muscle slab entered the arena. It was the losing Herd’s sacrifice to the winners. The side of beef was nude.

Simon of course had the honors. He walked up to the slab. Looked IT in its beautiful blonde eyes and simply stated, “hands behind your back. Gut tight.” The slab complied.

The serrated knife was place at the studs upper gut meat.. in `THE SPOT’ which was already almost two inches deep from repeated penetration ... The point pressed in slightly.. the stud rocked up ITS gut meat even more, leaning in towards the cold steel.. then... THRUST.. in to the hilt.. The blond slab grunted ever so quietly & just barely leaned over... TWIST... carve.. carve.. carve.. the blade sawed down the torso slowly.. The slab went down on its side as the knife got just below the navel, the serration’s on the knife causing Simon to lose grip of it... As the side of beef hit the ground both the knife & its intestines suddenly sprang out. Time to carve up another carcass. The Herd from New York City #7 was about to feast well.

The next two days for Esteban’s Herd were spent as spectator’s, watching match after match of fabulous male beef slabs takin’ it to the death in the belly.. What a real man’s gut meat was meant for. The competition had been whittled down to 16. And the time was soon near to pick another contender for the arena. Cody was proud to be chosen. He and Esteban had a long deep penetrating make-out session just before it was time.

The names of the combatants were called and Cody jogged excitedly into the center of the fight area. His pectorals bounced huge & rhythmically with each step. His opponent, Bruce Patterson, stepped out from between two teen muscle boys almost shoving them both to the ground. This stud had ATTITUDE. He was about 5’ 11”, and 210 pounds of short blonde haired slab steak.

The 21 year old strutted right over to Cody & forced their fine thick rock pectoral steaks to press together, their noses just an inch apart….

“I’m gonna gut your belly meat so quick you ain’t gonna have TIME to enjoy the belly fuck pain,” whispered Bruce right into Cody’s eyes. Esteban’s lover responded by slowly sucking in his gut meat extra hard, then suddenly forcing it out, extending it to its fullest which pushed Patterson’s entire body away from him by several feet. The crowd gasped in awe at the sight of that beautiful scarred gut meat - by ITSELF - pushing away the huge bodybuilder.

Before Bruce could respond the ref suddenly stepped in between the combatants & pushed them even further apart. He pulled out the two steak knives, dropped them on the ground, & yelled “GUT UP!” as he backed out of the fighting area. The two muscled bulls RAMMED their pecs & shoulders into one another, Bruce pushing Cody back from the blades. Patterson then kneed his opponent swiftly in the groin & rushed behind him to pick up BOTH knives!!! One in each HAND!!

To be continued..

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