A belated Christmas Present I was feeling really down in the dumps, Christmas sucked, my friends fucked me over when they found out I was gay, my family won’t talk to me any more. What the fuck? I’m sick and tired of sitting at home alone, so I’m going out to get drunk. I decided to call for a cab and go to the local pool hall. I’ve gone there before, they always have a game on, the beer is cold and cheap and the people seem pretty cool. Once I got there, I went inside. This was definitely a dive bar. Some people in there were pretty rough tonight, but for some reason I felt comfortable. There was only a couple of people sitting at the far end of the bar so I grabbed a bar stool and sat down. As always, the beer was ice cold. I drank half of it in one gulp. Wow, that tasted so good. The bartender said it was on the house. I asked why and he reminded me of the last time I was there and helped get keep his little brother from getting jumped outside after the bar closed. I said it was no big deal but he still paid for my first beer anyway. After about an hour and 3 beers later, another person sits about 2 barstools down from me. He’s a big guy, standing about 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing 270 pounds. He has on tan shorts, size 12 gym shoes and a white t-shirt. You could tell he was a powerful guy. His arms made his t-shirt tight and he had huge legs. You could tell he liked to lift, but also got most of his power from hard labor in some sort of blue collar work. After a little while we started talking to each other. It was innocent, just bar chat. He said his name was Nick and I introduced myself. We kept chatting and talking about nothing in general, however, with more beer I let out a sentence that would seal my fate for the rest of the night. He said that he noticed I seemed a little down and hard on myself. I said he was right and that sometimes I wish I was a punching bag so everyone who wanted to fuck with me could take their shots at me, hurt me all at once and get it over with. He asked why I feel this way and I told him that I recently came out and it backfired in my life. He said it was cool, just don’t hit on him. I laughed and said “don’t worry; I’m not going to fuck up a good thing here. You’re at least talking to me.” He just laughed and ordered a pitcher of beer. Just about then, a couple of his buddies walked in. One guy, who I would later find out to be Mike, stands about 5 feet 11, and weighs 240 pound. He’s in a blue sleeveless shirt, blue jeans shorts and size 11 black steel toe combat boots. His buddy, Scott, stood about 6 feet tall, and was a powerful 290 pounds. He’s wearing blue sweat pants, a blue tank top and size 13 steel toe work boots. They walk up to Nick, grabbed a couple pitchers of beer and went with Nick to go play pool. Before they left, Nick shook my hand and thanked me for the chat. I could feel his power in his grip and knew he could have crushed my hand without thinking twice if he really wanted to. All 3 guys weren’t these big, ripped muscle “gods” that you read on most other fetish and fantasy. These were real men, big, powerful, all with at least 18.5 inch arms and not to be fucked with, at least without facing the consequences. After they went to the pool table, my only reaction was fuck, I’ll have another beer. I sat there a little while and drank my beer. Then Mike came up to the bar and ordered a couple more pitchers of beer. He grabbed me on the shoulder and said “c’mon bud, you’re drinking with us tonight.” We went over to the pool table and had the time of our lives. We drank, played pool, hit on women, drank some more. It was a perfect night out with the guys. Next thing we know it was last call. We paid our tabs and proceeded out of the bar. Nick asks how I’m getting home. I say that I’ll grab a cab. “Fuck that, we’ll give you a ride home.” I was a little hesitant because I knew how much they had to drink but agreed anyway. On the way home they wanted to get more beer so we stopped at a 7- 11 and got there just in time to grab a couple cases before they locked up the cabinets for the night. Nick asked if I wanted to go drink with them. He said I needed a drinking buddy and that we’ll have a good time. I agreed and went back to his place. The night was uneventful for the first couple of hours, then all of a sudden Nick turns to me and asks “what do you mean by you wish you were a punching bag sometimes?” I turned bright red and started laughing. “No seriously, what did you mean by that?” I just said that sometimes it’s easier for your friends to punch you in the face than to betray you. At least they’re man enough to stand in front of you and hit you instead of stabbing you in the back. Scott just lifted his beer and said “fuck yeah, I hate back stabbing bitches.” Then here’s where I fuck up, I open my big mouth and say, “then again, sometimes you just need to be taught a lesson in pain to know who your true friends are. Sometimes I wish I could get my ass beat, just to know that someone has any feelings at all for me, good or bad.” Nick looks at me and says “well fuck man, you got 3 friends here who will fuck you up, just don’t have any hard feelings afterward.” I have this shocked look on my face and ask if he’s serious. “Sure, you want a lesson in pain, you got one buddy.” I ask where we’d do it and he points to a work room at the end of the basement. “You want it man? Don’t worry if you don’t, we won’t push you into it. But if you do want it, be very careful what you wish for because once we start, you will get what you ask for and we show no mercy.” I just look down at the ground. Nick puts his hand on my shoulder as to ease a friend. I look up slam my glass of bear and ask them to show me no fucking mercy. “Are you sure about that,” Scott asks? I nod yes and look down at the ground. “Again, I ask, are you sure? There’s no turning back once you say yes.” I look up and say “let’s fucking do this.” We get up and walk to the end of the basement. Nick and Scott walk in first. I follow them with Mike behind me. Before I can get past the threshold, I feel the bottom of Mike’s steel toe combat boots slam into my back right between the shoulder blades. He kicks me with such force that it throws me all the way across the room, ramming me into the wall. As I turn around, I see Nicks powerful right hook slam into my face, making me see stars and lose a little strength in my legs. Before my legs buckle though, he follows up with a left uppercut to my jaw that sends my straight up into the wall. He pins me with his hand around my throat and begins to squeeze just a little bit. His grip is so strong that it doesn’t take me to really make me choke. He cocks back his right hand and slams it into my ribcage. The pain is intense, what did I get myself into? He cocks his hand back again and repeats the assault. I feel like my ribs are about to snap. He does it one more time, but lets his grip on my neck go. The force of the punch lifts me off of the ground before I fall onto the concrete. He walks over to Mike, punching fists with him as to tag team him into the beating. Mike walks over to me and slams his right boot into my stomach. All of the air is expelled from my lungs as I gasp to get more in. He just stands there, ready to attack and as soon as I get more air in, he launches into me again. Tears start to come to my eyes from the mass amount of pain I’m in. “So buddy, does it hurt? That’s nothing, we’re just warming up. Now get on your feet bro.” As soon as I stand up, he leaps around and throws a reverse roundhouse kick, slamming the heel of his boot right into the side of my head. The force knocks me to the ground hard. “Pick him up guys,” he boasts, “our friend here needs a lot more.” I can feel blood starting to trickle down my face from the last blow. Scott and Nick pick me up by each arm, propping me up so I can’t fall any more. Mike steps back, lines up with his target and slams a side kick right into my chest. The grip on me from the other two is so tight that all I can do is take the blow. I’m starting to have a hard time breathing so Mike finishes his round with a front kick to my stomach followed by a crescent kick to my face. Scott and Nick let go and I fall to the ground. Scott starts to crack his knuckles in anticipation of his assault. He has this really sadistic look upon his face. He kneels down, placing his big knee onto my chest. He then grabs my left hand and places his other boot on it, pressing down on my hand. All of his weight is on top of me. He grabs my jaw with his left hand, cocks back his right hand and slams it into my cheek bone, causing a cut over my left eye. He sees the blood and wipes it off with his hand, smearing it on his pants. He pulls back and launches another jack hammer into my face. However, this time he doesn’t wait, he pulls back and slams two hard rounds into my face followed by a left hook to my jaw. My head whips back and forth and feels like it’s going to explode. Scott begins to position himself to start delivering a vicious knee attack and as soon as my left hand is free, it flings up and punches Scott square in the jaw cutting his lip. The look of rage and blood in his face said it all. I didn’t realize that both Nick and Mike had the same look on their faces too. “You say you want a beating from a friend and then you fucking punch me” Scott barks at me. “Now you’re fucking dead!” He proceeds to pick me up and slam me into the corner of the concrete walls in the basement. He then launches a vicious attack of left and right punches to my face and body. Anger made him a lot stronger because every punch landed with more force. I could feel my face turning into a bloody mess and my ribs into a shattered cage. That wasn’t the end for me. The grabs me by the shirt and throws me over towards Nick who catches me and lands a full contact knee into my solar plexus. I fall to my knees as Nick grabs me by my ears and slams his powerful thigh into my face shattering my nose. He tightens his grip, launches back and slams his thigh into my face again, breaking my jaw in 2 places. Blood is dripping all over and he just lets me fall to the ground. He rolls me on my back, stands over me, lifts his leg up and slams his heel into my stomach with all of his power. The force the blow causes me to curl up in a ball on the ground as I desperately try to gasp for air. He tells Scott and Mike to stretch out my arms out on the ground. They each take and arm and stretch me out as he stands over me. He then straddles me left elbow, lifts his leg and slams his foot into my elbow, totally destroying it. He walks to the other side and repeats himself on the other elbow, turning it into oatmeal. Mike then straddles and sits on my chest as Scott grabs both of my legs, lifting them up spread apart. The two of them begin to beat on me; Mike slamming his powerful fists into my face, while Scott stomps my balls with his massive boots. I’m in so much agony that I’m beginning to lose consciousness. I fade in and out, as my attackers show little concern for their punching/kicking bag. I guess I should know not to hit a friend and not expect the consequences, especially with these guys. After several minutes of this massive assault Mike and Scott straddle both of my legs. They jump up as high as they can and slam their boots into my knees, instantly destroying them. The 3 beasts begin to start circling me. They take turns landing kick after kick to my face, head, body etc. I’m just a soccer ball to them. I don’t know how I’m still alive. To them, I’m just meat. When one guy kicks me, the next guy I land next to gets the next shot. Blow after blow breaks every bone and joint and turns what’s already broken into Jello. All I can do is take the assault. I have nothing in me to even hope this will stop any time soon. After about 30 minutes of this merciless assault Nick stops the other two. He rolls me on my back, straddles down with his knee on my chest a grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. All I can see is a haze of shadow and light, I try to make out what he’s saying but in short he says that they would have liked to be my friend, but I had to go and fuck it up. He then gets back up, stands over my head, lifts his power leg over my face and slams it down as hard as he can, crushing my face and skull instantly kil………………..