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Ten Days… Ten full days of men thrusting blades into ripe rock hard gut meat, slashing the steel across bulbous pectoral steak, showing real men what male abdominal beef was meant for.. It was all about to come to a head… The last confrontation. Two Men.. Two MUSCLE… Will stand in front of one another knowing that neither will survive. They have both been chosen to die. But still one would be the victor over the other: The savior of their Herd. Almost 100 Herds from different cities around North America began the contest. Now it’s down to two… Two single sides of Beef. And the losing Herd has to sacrifice itself, except for one member who will return home to start a new Herd.
For Esteban’s New York City Herd the choice to represent them in the final contest was Tim. Nineteen years old, 5’9”, 180 pounds of fine, short brown-haired gorgeous teen muscle. He was to go against Sergi from Las Vegas. 22 years old, 5’10” & 194 pounds of thoroughly rock hard slab beef. His abdominals were extraordinarily protruding, rounded & defined. Not the cutest guy in the world, but the torso of thick meat his carcass carried around with him was beyond true beauty.
The weapon: A 3 inch serrated blade with a four inch handle. There was silence from the muscle men watching. They were ready for what is actually going to be two muscle studs facing one another & taking turns cutting each other until one becomes freshly slaughtered beef. The two combatants strutted confidently at one another, not even bothering to block any strikes from the blade. This was the final event. It was the tradition to take ANY thrust or slice. Sergi lunged at Tim’s trim teen gut steak.. The blade pressed in just above & to the right of the navel, but did not penetrate. Tim countered with a slash across Sergi’s mountainous upper mid-section. The blood began to flow.
Tim then took the first full thrust… to the hilt… right into his navel…. Sergi twisted it violently.. then again… and again. Tim’s abdominals tensed as Sergi started to try & remove the blade. But the serrated weapon was too well entrenched within the teenager’s rock gut meat. Tim then suddenly rifled the blade into Sergi just below the navel, pulling it out quickly. Another swift thrust, in the far upper sternum…
Sergi was in slight shock from that last thrust. But Tim quickly removed the blade & re-entered it into his opponent’s gut hole, 3 inches above the navel. Now it was Tim’s turn to twist & twist & twist the blade. With a mighty grip Tim violently removed the serrated knife from his victim’s belly meat bringing with it cords of stringy stomach meat & bits of fine liver.
Tim then grabbed the handle of the blade still in his gut & slowly maneuvered it out. As he did this Sergi went down on his knees, shock setting in. The blood was flowing swiftly from his several stomach wounds. He then suddenly collapsed onto his back, his rock belly slowly rising & falling. Tim straddled the side of beef at the waist, placed his left hand on the ground to the right of Sergi, & then thrust the blade back into the hole he had made in his prizes far upper belly. He started carving.. Slowly.. Steadily.. Gazing into Sergi’s shocked eyes as he gutted the carcass. It was now dead meat.
The victor strutted over to his Herd & handed his lover, Rudy, both blades. With his hands at his side, Tim sucked in his gut. “Put them in my gut hole man… To the hilt.. Gonna watch the gutting with a constant hardon from the steel in my stomach.”
“fuckin A lover boy.” Thrust. Right in the full 3 inches about 3 inches directly above the navel. He took it with a smile, his ripe lean hard abdominal muscles immediately rocking up around the blade, enveloping it.. enjoying it. “Where ya want the other one?”
Tim’s smile grew slightly wicked. Surprise me a little later this evening.” Rudy grinned back at his fine muscled lover. “Pleasure Bud,” replied Rudy, 6’ of black haired, 220 pound 26 year old prime bodybuilder steak. It was obvious Tim would not be able to survive that severe twisting of the blade into his gut. But he should be able to live long enough to enjoy the carving of his opponent’s Herd.
The losing Herd members, 21 fine examples of bodybuilder slab steak, strutted to the middle of the fighting area. They were, as every stud present was, stripped to the waist, wearing only tight jeans & boots.
Tim then exclaimed, “So how we gonna gut these fuckers? Any ideas Men?”
“I wanna see a SHOW!” exclaimed Cody, rubbing his healing upper gut, which was penetrated deeply in a fight a few days earlier.
“Fuckin A lover. Let’s see em pose fer us!” Esteban was lustfully excited by the next part of his idea. “But let’s see ‘em put cold steel into their OWN upper gut meat FIRST!!”
“Oh FUCK yeah!” “Drills!” “3 inch serrated blade!” “Ice Pick!” “Hammer & Nails!!” They all had ideas to shout out. So it was quickly decided that those four: the drill, blade, pick & nails, would be the weapons the men would have to impale themselves with. Then, they would have to do a little posing routine. At least five minutes long, featuring front views of lats, double biceps, thighs, abdominals & finishing with a most muscular pose. And they would all have to strip down to nothing but posing trunks.
Tim had the honor of presenting the “contestants”. “Come on up stud & receive your weapon!” He exclaimed to the first Muscle. About 6’ 1”, 225#, medium long brown hair, and drop-dead gorgeous. His pectorals were HUGE. Especially compared to his tiny little 28 inch waist. “What’s your name Muscle?”
“Vinny.” He had virtually no expression on his face, but maybe the slightest hint of fear. However the growth in his tight jeans indicated he was probably gonna appreciate it. After all, this is what these men have lusted to feel all their lives. To have their last moments spent with cold steel of some sort pressing hard into their rock hard gut steak!
“Here ya go Vinny.” Tim handed the slab a four inch serrated blade. “Show us what that fine belly can take stud!”
Tim backed off & let the Muscle go to work. Vinny placed the point at his gut hole, which had been penetrated countless times to a short depth, making a deep well in between the abdominal muscles of his upper abs. He then gazed out at the mass of Bodybuilders staring lustfully back. They were silent.
He suddenly sucked in HARD.. then…… THRUST…. It went in only an inch.. He kept pressing… Hard, harder, harder!! Then…. SLICE… in to the hilt. The crowd cheered! There were cries of “GUT UP!” “Alright” “Yeah! Muscle!!” Vinny let go of the handle, which stuck straight out from his slightly heaving upper abdominal meat.
He went through his posing routine with the usual immense intensity expected of a true bodybuilder. But there was no sign that the weapon in his gut meat was in any way impeding him. With such a tiny waist everyone expected the stud to lose it when he sucked in his gut real tight during the abdominal pose. However there was nothing. He was prime true Muscle. He could take it like a real man should!
The routine finished, Vinny strutted back over to Tim, the applause & shouts of “Gut Up!” ringing loudly. The tiniest trickle of blood had just started to run down from the belly wound into the crotch, which had something peeking out the top, oozing precum.
The contestant/victim just stood there, arms at his side, breathing slightly heavily, gut slowly sucking in & out… The handle barely moving. What a beautiful sight!!
“Stand to the side Muscle stud Vinny!” Exclaimed Tim. “Time for contestant number two! Come on down Stud!” This was the primest of prime bodybuilder-type muscle. Medium brown hair. 29 years old. 5’ 10” & 200#. Vinny had a tiny waist. This slab had almost NO waist! “And your name slab?”
“Ben.”
“Here ya go Ben.” Tim held out an ice pick. It had four inches of steel on it. “Five times in to the hilt. Upper Abs. Leave it totally in on the last thrust. OK?. Have FUN stud!” Tim had the widest grin.
Ben wore a hardened, almost angry face as he took the weapon & strutted to the center of the fight area, the weapon in his right hand. His left arm behind his back. He placed it first at his upper gut hole. After slight pressure he thrust it in. All the way. The crowd loved the way he just quickly took it! He pulled it out. Placed it about five inches above the navel. THRUST. Pull… Then in between the first two.. THRUST.. Pull… Then in his NAVEL… His dick almost popped out of his briefs at the touch of the blade deep inside his hole. But that was the closest sign of expression the stud gave… THRUST !! Pull… Then Immediately he replaced it in the first hole… Three inches above his navel, RAMMING it in! With blood flowing nicely in a single line down through his briefs & the inside of his right leg, he gave an outstanding performance with his posing routine! But he was not sure what he could possibly get for winning this contest! In fact Tim had probably not as yet decided on what the winner would “win”. Contestant two went off to the side.
Brian was #3. A former Marine, 23 years old, 5’11”, 190#, short blonde hair, too cute to be real. He strutted up to Tim. “Hand me that blade dude. Gonna show ya how a MARINE Takes it!” He turns to the crowd, does a front double-bicep & yells “SEMPER FI!” The crowd cheers back at him. But as he turns around he sees Tim holding a cordless electric drill.. Not the blade.. His confident grin dropped and revealed a tone of seriousness. Unflinchingly he took the drill from Tim who said “In all the way Marine. Twist it around good for a minute or so, pull it out fast & hard. Then come back over to me.”
This was beautiful USMC gut strip steak. Not quite a true bodybuilder but outstanding nonetheless. He placed the drill in the “spot”, 3 inches above the navel. Shouted “GUT UP!!!” Then turned on the drill pressing HARD. Despite the effort he made, the bit did not want to penetrate the fine belly meat. Then, after nearly a minute, in started in, twisting the upper belly with it. The bit went in only an inch or so & then the drill died. Brian couldn’t believe it! His gut meat could REALLY take it! Then Tim strutted up to him & PRESSED the bit in the Marine Boy’s gut. It slid in to the end & the Drill started up again.
Brian was stunned by the sudden pain ripping up his liver. The waves of shocking pain rampaging his ripe young stomach steak were almost unbearable and he nearly went onto his knees. But he TOOK it. Like a real Marine takes it in the belly. He then pulled out the drill bit, tiny pieces of what must have been his liver stuck to it, and walked over to Tim, handing him the Drill.
“TenHUT!” Shouted Tim. The Marine immediately complied. Tim stood in front of the wounded soldier, the blood flowing well from the deep gut wound, and then rifled his fist into the Muscle stud's upper belly. He repeated it over 50 times. But, despite the obvious pain his slightly flinching face exposed, the US Marine did not move.
“Let’s see the stud pose Tim!” “Yeah! Some lean USMC gutted muscle doin’ a bodybuilder posin’ routine!” “Yeah Marine!! Gut Up! Show us the beef!!!”
“You HEARD them Soldier!” Shouted Tim in the studs left ear. “Pose!”
Brian of course complied. He was a thing of beauty. The blood trickled down his lean rock hard frame, the flow temporarily increasing every time he “ROCKED” up his abdominals. As he finished, the loudest cheers of the evening so far were given!
Alec was 29. Thick solid muscle. Short brown hair, 5’10”, 205#, also a former Marine. The slab sauntered up to Tim who handed him a hammer. Then a box of nails… 40 of them… Each 3 ½ inches long. “OK Slab! Empty that box into your upper GUT hole! Packed tight in that area. Put at least 2 in the navel!!!”
Alec’s dick grew to immediate attention at the thought of all that steel being rammed into his thick rock hard gut steak. Tim stepped back & let the Muscle get to work. Without hesitation Alec picked up the first nail, placed it & HAMMERED it into the head in one easy motion. Then, nail after nail, sometimes two at a time, right into the upper gut. Sometimes he rocked up his gut meat. Other times he sucked in real hard. It was so beautiful watching this slab at work on his own strip stomach steak! The last two he saved for the navel. As he sank them in he came. This was such an outstanding feeling! It’s truly something he had always fantasized about & wanted to say “thankyou” to Tim for allowing him the privilege of enjoying the nails in his gut.
Just as he put in those last nails, Tim walked up to him, retrieved the hammer & empty box, placed them on the ground, & then RIFLED his fist into the truly Iron gut. Alec bent over slightly from the sudden intense pain. “OK dude. Show us your Muscle!!” His posing was the most awkward. The nails in his gut truly prohibited him from certain full movements. But he provided a good show. Tim walked up to Alec as he finished, planted another blow to the iron stomach, then started to rip the nails out! Alec then sucked in his gut.. HARD… Tim RAMMED his fist in again!!! Blood spattered everywhere!! GUT UP!!! This slab can TAKE IT!!!
Gary was an 18 year old ruggedly cute gorgeous slab of teen Beef. 5’10”, 215#, slightly long dark brown hair. He strutted arrogantly up to Tim, giving him a deep angry stare. “We got us a tough slab here guys!” stated Tim. “Let’s see what this Muscle can handle!” He grabbed the ice pick & handed it to Gary, who quickly took it & held it out to his right side.
Tim glared back into the young Muscle Boys beautiful hazel eyes. “50 times Muscle. Upper gut. Quick. One after the other. We’ll count you down.” Gary sucked in his already tiny gut as Tim backed away. The ice pick was placed. “Ready?” asked Tim of the young steady. The boy nodded. “One!”… “Two!”… “Three!”… Each one went in as ordered .. to the Hilt.. Right into that ripe teen gut strip steak… carving into the abdominal muscle, the cartilage in between it, through the peritoneum, deep into the liver… Thrust after thrust… Not letting up…. “49!”.. “50!!” …. “GUT UP!!” shouted Gary, the blood flowing hard down into his posing briefs & beyond.
It was obvious that this Stud would not live long enough to enjoy the end of the show. So Tim decided to continue the fun with him. He planted a bayonet in the ground, the point rising up with eight inches of serrated blade exposed.
“Muscle Boy!” shouted Tim to Gary. “Position yourself in front of the blade! Make sure your upper gut is OVER the blade.” The stud boy complied. Tim Walked over to the young Muscle. “Now.. Give me 500! YOU count them off!! BEGIN!!!”
He went down. As he started to get back up though Tim yelled, “TOUCH THAT CHIN TO THE GROUND ON EACH ONE MUSCLE BOY!! Start OVER!”
He went down again, this time complying with the order fully. But to do that the blade dug even deeper into thin rock gut meat. After counting off 55 full pushups the blade suddenly went into the spine. Gary fell onto the blade losing control of the lower part of his body. He grunted as he tried to push up again.. But then.. SLICE… he went completely onto it, the blade out his back. He could no longer move. Tim & Rudy lifted Gary off the blade & lay the freshly slaughtered side of beef off to the side.
Ray was immense and beautiful. 6’4”, 295#, short dark brown hair, ruggedly drop dead gorgeous, 100% USDA choice prime roast beef. He was given the 3 inch blade which he entered into his ripe stomach meat with almost no effort. His posing routine was flawless as was the slab who followed him: Anthony. A 6’ 2” 280# short –brown haired beauty of prime slab meat. He too took the blade followed by some fine posing. All the remaining contestants took it well and one of them, Pruitt, a 19 year old lean tall slab of muscle, was chosen to return home & start a new Herd. Now it was time for some REAL fun!
Each of the slabs who were about to die were lined up, a 3 inch serrated blade in one hand. When the signal was given they would have to rifle the blade into their own stomach, repeatedly, til they either fall on their knees or drop dead. If the former occurs they must immediately stop the self stabbing. A member of the winning Herd would then approach the victim & quickly plant the blade back into the upper belly & saw down the middle belly. The last one standing would win a true GUT fuck. He would have Tim fuck his upper gut meat with his nine inch dick, then be gutted from sternum to crotch.
After more than two minutes of constant gut stabbing, with chants of GUT UP!! & shouts of encouragement surrounding them, the first slab went onto its knees. It was Alec. The loss of blood from all those nails being so violently pulled from his gut meat was too much for the slab to take. Tim immediately went up to him, placed the blade in the far upper gut, & quickly sawed down the center of the fine lean rock belly beef towards the crotch. Just as the intestines spilled out the slab went limp to the ground. Freshly slaughtered grade A beef!
Brian, the Marine, went down next. Soon after it was Vinny. Then another & another. They were rifling those blades in good and hard like true Muscle. But even fine ripe belly beef can take only just so much. Within ten minutes after the self-execution began only one slab was left standing. It was Kent. 6’2”, 230#, short dark hair, ruggedly handsome, and a nice wide cartilage area in between the upper abdominals for putting a blade into.. to take it nice & deep… Kent had made a nice wide hole there even before this night. His middle gut was rock, but a bit thicker than some. He was not going to immediately die from repeated thrusts of such a short blade in that spot any time soon, so Tim ordered him to stop the self-stabbing.
“Damn, Stud.. Your gut meat can sure take it,” stated Tim as he strutted up to the severely bleeding bodybuilder. He then glanced down at the slabs blood drenched briefs & noticed some serious cum mixed in with the dark mess. Kent glanced down at the blade handle still stuck in Tim’s lean rock gut meat. His dick started to grow again. “How much more pain can your fine carcass take Stud?”
Kent sucked in his gut. “Gut me slow Stud. I’ll show ya how a man dies.” Of course there was no expression on his beautiful rugged face. Then Tim’s lover, Rudy, strutted up to the two. Tim took the machete from his hands.
Without a word Tim stepped back. Rudy went off to the side with the other bodybuilder spectators. Kent kept his gut sucked in as Tim began to swing the long sharp steel back & forth. The blade was suddenly twirled around & lashed hard across the victim’s lower gut making a ¼ inch deep gash near the center of the six inch long cut. The blade was immediately brought around again & cut midway across both rock pectoral muscles, going in about ½ inch in the center of each pec steak. Then Tim RAMMED the blade into his victim's lower bowels, the weapon pointing down towards the crotch. It was in almost 8 inches & Kent then slowly went onto his knees. As the blade was slowly removed from his intestines, Kent gasped in pain. He could no longer TAKE it.
“So,” said Tim. “You’re a wuss after all. You fuckin’ cry baby.” And he suddenly HACKED down across the bloody gut meat. Then again.. And again! Then a thrust into the navel & Kent went flat on his back, breathing heavily. Tim thrust down into the slabs upper gut meat, then started to gut the carcass. The liver popped out before the intestines started oozing from the side of freshly slaughtered beef which just then went limp.
Tim would enjoy one last good meal before his lover would gut him in a private session during the night. Muscle camp was pretty much over for another year. One last evening of partying, bar-b-ques & gut fucking. Then the surviving slabs return to their hometowns to rebuild their Herds. For NEXT year!!
For Esteban’s New York City Herd the choice to represent them in the final contest was Tim. Nineteen years old, 5’9”, 180 pounds of fine, short brown-haired gorgeous teen muscle. He was to go against Sergi from Las Vegas. 22 years old, 5’10” & 194 pounds of thoroughly rock hard slab beef. His abdominals were extraordinarily protruding, rounded & defined. Not the cutest guy in the world, but the torso of thick meat his carcass carried around with him was beyond true beauty.
The weapon: A 3 inch serrated blade with a four inch handle. There was silence from the muscle men watching. They were ready for what is actually going to be two muscle studs facing one another & taking turns cutting each other until one becomes freshly slaughtered beef. The two combatants strutted confidently at one another, not even bothering to block any strikes from the blade. This was the final event. It was the tradition to take ANY thrust or slice. Sergi lunged at Tim’s trim teen gut steak.. The blade pressed in just above & to the right of the navel, but did not penetrate. Tim countered with a slash across Sergi’s mountainous upper mid-section. The blood began to flow.
Tim then took the first full thrust… to the hilt… right into his navel…. Sergi twisted it violently.. then again… and again. Tim’s abdominals tensed as Sergi started to try & remove the blade. But the serrated weapon was too well entrenched within the teenager’s rock gut meat. Tim then suddenly rifled the blade into Sergi just below the navel, pulling it out quickly. Another swift thrust, in the far upper sternum…
Sergi was in slight shock from that last thrust. But Tim quickly removed the blade & re-entered it into his opponent’s gut hole, 3 inches above the navel. Now it was Tim’s turn to twist & twist & twist the blade. With a mighty grip Tim violently removed the serrated knife from his victim’s belly meat bringing with it cords of stringy stomach meat & bits of fine liver.
Tim then grabbed the handle of the blade still in his gut & slowly maneuvered it out. As he did this Sergi went down on his knees, shock setting in. The blood was flowing swiftly from his several stomach wounds. He then suddenly collapsed onto his back, his rock belly slowly rising & falling. Tim straddled the side of beef at the waist, placed his left hand on the ground to the right of Sergi, & then thrust the blade back into the hole he had made in his prizes far upper belly. He started carving.. Slowly.. Steadily.. Gazing into Sergi’s shocked eyes as he gutted the carcass. It was now dead meat.
The victor strutted over to his Herd & handed his lover, Rudy, both blades. With his hands at his side, Tim sucked in his gut. “Put them in my gut hole man… To the hilt.. Gonna watch the gutting with a constant hardon from the steel in my stomach.”
“fuckin A lover boy.” Thrust. Right in the full 3 inches about 3 inches directly above the navel. He took it with a smile, his ripe lean hard abdominal muscles immediately rocking up around the blade, enveloping it.. enjoying it. “Where ya want the other one?”
Tim’s smile grew slightly wicked. Surprise me a little later this evening.” Rudy grinned back at his fine muscled lover. “Pleasure Bud,” replied Rudy, 6’ of black haired, 220 pound 26 year old prime bodybuilder steak. It was obvious Tim would not be able to survive that severe twisting of the blade into his gut. But he should be able to live long enough to enjoy the carving of his opponent’s Herd.
The losing Herd members, 21 fine examples of bodybuilder slab steak, strutted to the middle of the fighting area. They were, as every stud present was, stripped to the waist, wearing only tight jeans & boots.
Tim then exclaimed, “So how we gonna gut these fuckers? Any ideas Men?”
“I wanna see a SHOW!” exclaimed Cody, rubbing his healing upper gut, which was penetrated deeply in a fight a few days earlier.
“Fuckin A lover. Let’s see em pose fer us!” Esteban was lustfully excited by the next part of his idea. “But let’s see ‘em put cold steel into their OWN upper gut meat FIRST!!”
“Oh FUCK yeah!” “Drills!” “3 inch serrated blade!” “Ice Pick!” “Hammer & Nails!!” They all had ideas to shout out. So it was quickly decided that those four: the drill, blade, pick & nails, would be the weapons the men would have to impale themselves with. Then, they would have to do a little posing routine. At least five minutes long, featuring front views of lats, double biceps, thighs, abdominals & finishing with a most muscular pose. And they would all have to strip down to nothing but posing trunks.
Tim had the honor of presenting the “contestants”. “Come on up stud & receive your weapon!” He exclaimed to the first Muscle. About 6’ 1”, 225#, medium long brown hair, and drop-dead gorgeous. His pectorals were HUGE. Especially compared to his tiny little 28 inch waist. “What’s your name Muscle?”
“Vinny.” He had virtually no expression on his face, but maybe the slightest hint of fear. However the growth in his tight jeans indicated he was probably gonna appreciate it. After all, this is what these men have lusted to feel all their lives. To have their last moments spent with cold steel of some sort pressing hard into their rock hard gut steak!
“Here ya go Vinny.” Tim handed the slab a four inch serrated blade. “Show us what that fine belly can take stud!”
Tim backed off & let the Muscle go to work. Vinny placed the point at his gut hole, which had been penetrated countless times to a short depth, making a deep well in between the abdominal muscles of his upper abs. He then gazed out at the mass of Bodybuilders staring lustfully back. They were silent.
He suddenly sucked in HARD.. then…… THRUST…. It went in only an inch.. He kept pressing… Hard, harder, harder!! Then…. SLICE… in to the hilt. The crowd cheered! There were cries of “GUT UP!” “Alright” “Yeah! Muscle!!” Vinny let go of the handle, which stuck straight out from his slightly heaving upper abdominal meat.
He went through his posing routine with the usual immense intensity expected of a true bodybuilder. But there was no sign that the weapon in his gut meat was in any way impeding him. With such a tiny waist everyone expected the stud to lose it when he sucked in his gut real tight during the abdominal pose. However there was nothing. He was prime true Muscle. He could take it like a real man should!
The routine finished, Vinny strutted back over to Tim, the applause & shouts of “Gut Up!” ringing loudly. The tiniest trickle of blood had just started to run down from the belly wound into the crotch, which had something peeking out the top, oozing precum.
The contestant/victim just stood there, arms at his side, breathing slightly heavily, gut slowly sucking in & out… The handle barely moving. What a beautiful sight!!
“Stand to the side Muscle stud Vinny!” Exclaimed Tim. “Time for contestant number two! Come on down Stud!” This was the primest of prime bodybuilder-type muscle. Medium brown hair. 29 years old. 5’ 10” & 200#. Vinny had a tiny waist. This slab had almost NO waist! “And your name slab?”
“Ben.”
“Here ya go Ben.” Tim held out an ice pick. It had four inches of steel on it. “Five times in to the hilt. Upper Abs. Leave it totally in on the last thrust. OK?. Have FUN stud!” Tim had the widest grin.
Ben wore a hardened, almost angry face as he took the weapon & strutted to the center of the fight area, the weapon in his right hand. His left arm behind his back. He placed it first at his upper gut hole. After slight pressure he thrust it in. All the way. The crowd loved the way he just quickly took it! He pulled it out. Placed it about five inches above the navel. THRUST. Pull… Then in between the first two.. THRUST.. Pull… Then in his NAVEL… His dick almost popped out of his briefs at the touch of the blade deep inside his hole. But that was the closest sign of expression the stud gave… THRUST !! Pull… Then Immediately he replaced it in the first hole… Three inches above his navel, RAMMING it in! With blood flowing nicely in a single line down through his briefs & the inside of his right leg, he gave an outstanding performance with his posing routine! But he was not sure what he could possibly get for winning this contest! In fact Tim had probably not as yet decided on what the winner would “win”. Contestant two went off to the side.
Brian was #3. A former Marine, 23 years old, 5’11”, 190#, short blonde hair, too cute to be real. He strutted up to Tim. “Hand me that blade dude. Gonna show ya how a MARINE Takes it!” He turns to the crowd, does a front double-bicep & yells “SEMPER FI!” The crowd cheers back at him. But as he turns around he sees Tim holding a cordless electric drill.. Not the blade.. His confident grin dropped and revealed a tone of seriousness. Unflinchingly he took the drill from Tim who said “In all the way Marine. Twist it around good for a minute or so, pull it out fast & hard. Then come back over to me.”
This was beautiful USMC gut strip steak. Not quite a true bodybuilder but outstanding nonetheless. He placed the drill in the “spot”, 3 inches above the navel. Shouted “GUT UP!!!” Then turned on the drill pressing HARD. Despite the effort he made, the bit did not want to penetrate the fine belly meat. Then, after nearly a minute, in started in, twisting the upper belly with it. The bit went in only an inch or so & then the drill died. Brian couldn’t believe it! His gut meat could REALLY take it! Then Tim strutted up to him & PRESSED the bit in the Marine Boy’s gut. It slid in to the end & the Drill started up again.
Brian was stunned by the sudden pain ripping up his liver. The waves of shocking pain rampaging his ripe young stomach steak were almost unbearable and he nearly went onto his knees. But he TOOK it. Like a real Marine takes it in the belly. He then pulled out the drill bit, tiny pieces of what must have been his liver stuck to it, and walked over to Tim, handing him the Drill.
“TenHUT!” Shouted Tim. The Marine immediately complied. Tim stood in front of the wounded soldier, the blood flowing well from the deep gut wound, and then rifled his fist into the Muscle stud's upper belly. He repeated it over 50 times. But, despite the obvious pain his slightly flinching face exposed, the US Marine did not move.
“Let’s see the stud pose Tim!” “Yeah! Some lean USMC gutted muscle doin’ a bodybuilder posin’ routine!” “Yeah Marine!! Gut Up! Show us the beef!!!”
“You HEARD them Soldier!” Shouted Tim in the studs left ear. “Pose!”
Brian of course complied. He was a thing of beauty. The blood trickled down his lean rock hard frame, the flow temporarily increasing every time he “ROCKED” up his abdominals. As he finished, the loudest cheers of the evening so far were given!
Alec was 29. Thick solid muscle. Short brown hair, 5’10”, 205#, also a former Marine. The slab sauntered up to Tim who handed him a hammer. Then a box of nails… 40 of them… Each 3 ½ inches long. “OK Slab! Empty that box into your upper GUT hole! Packed tight in that area. Put at least 2 in the navel!!!”
Alec’s dick grew to immediate attention at the thought of all that steel being rammed into his thick rock hard gut steak. Tim stepped back & let the Muscle get to work. Without hesitation Alec picked up the first nail, placed it & HAMMERED it into the head in one easy motion. Then, nail after nail, sometimes two at a time, right into the upper gut. Sometimes he rocked up his gut meat. Other times he sucked in real hard. It was so beautiful watching this slab at work on his own strip stomach steak! The last two he saved for the navel. As he sank them in he came. This was such an outstanding feeling! It’s truly something he had always fantasized about & wanted to say “thankyou” to Tim for allowing him the privilege of enjoying the nails in his gut.
Just as he put in those last nails, Tim walked up to him, retrieved the hammer & empty box, placed them on the ground, & then RIFLED his fist into the truly Iron gut. Alec bent over slightly from the sudden intense pain. “OK dude. Show us your Muscle!!” His posing was the most awkward. The nails in his gut truly prohibited him from certain full movements. But he provided a good show. Tim walked up to Alec as he finished, planted another blow to the iron stomach, then started to rip the nails out! Alec then sucked in his gut.. HARD… Tim RAMMED his fist in again!!! Blood spattered everywhere!! GUT UP!!! This slab can TAKE IT!!!
Gary was an 18 year old ruggedly cute gorgeous slab of teen Beef. 5’10”, 215#, slightly long dark brown hair. He strutted arrogantly up to Tim, giving him a deep angry stare. “We got us a tough slab here guys!” stated Tim. “Let’s see what this Muscle can handle!” He grabbed the ice pick & handed it to Gary, who quickly took it & held it out to his right side.
Tim glared back into the young Muscle Boys beautiful hazel eyes. “50 times Muscle. Upper gut. Quick. One after the other. We’ll count you down.” Gary sucked in his already tiny gut as Tim backed away. The ice pick was placed. “Ready?” asked Tim of the young steady. The boy nodded. “One!”… “Two!”… “Three!”… Each one went in as ordered .. to the Hilt.. Right into that ripe teen gut strip steak… carving into the abdominal muscle, the cartilage in between it, through the peritoneum, deep into the liver… Thrust after thrust… Not letting up…. “49!”.. “50!!” …. “GUT UP!!” shouted Gary, the blood flowing hard down into his posing briefs & beyond.
It was obvious that this Stud would not live long enough to enjoy the end of the show. So Tim decided to continue the fun with him. He planted a bayonet in the ground, the point rising up with eight inches of serrated blade exposed.
“Muscle Boy!” shouted Tim to Gary. “Position yourself in front of the blade! Make sure your upper gut is OVER the blade.” The stud boy complied. Tim Walked over to the young Muscle. “Now.. Give me 500! YOU count them off!! BEGIN!!!”
He went down. As he started to get back up though Tim yelled, “TOUCH THAT CHIN TO THE GROUND ON EACH ONE MUSCLE BOY!! Start OVER!”
He went down again, this time complying with the order fully. But to do that the blade dug even deeper into thin rock gut meat. After counting off 55 full pushups the blade suddenly went into the spine. Gary fell onto the blade losing control of the lower part of his body. He grunted as he tried to push up again.. But then.. SLICE… he went completely onto it, the blade out his back. He could no longer move. Tim & Rudy lifted Gary off the blade & lay the freshly slaughtered side of beef off to the side.
Ray was immense and beautiful. 6’4”, 295#, short dark brown hair, ruggedly drop dead gorgeous, 100% USDA choice prime roast beef. He was given the 3 inch blade which he entered into his ripe stomach meat with almost no effort. His posing routine was flawless as was the slab who followed him: Anthony. A 6’ 2” 280# short –brown haired beauty of prime slab meat. He too took the blade followed by some fine posing. All the remaining contestants took it well and one of them, Pruitt, a 19 year old lean tall slab of muscle, was chosen to return home & start a new Herd. Now it was time for some REAL fun!
Each of the slabs who were about to die were lined up, a 3 inch serrated blade in one hand. When the signal was given they would have to rifle the blade into their own stomach, repeatedly, til they either fall on their knees or drop dead. If the former occurs they must immediately stop the self stabbing. A member of the winning Herd would then approach the victim & quickly plant the blade back into the upper belly & saw down the middle belly. The last one standing would win a true GUT fuck. He would have Tim fuck his upper gut meat with his nine inch dick, then be gutted from sternum to crotch.
After more than two minutes of constant gut stabbing, with chants of GUT UP!! & shouts of encouragement surrounding them, the first slab went onto its knees. It was Alec. The loss of blood from all those nails being so violently pulled from his gut meat was too much for the slab to take. Tim immediately went up to him, placed the blade in the far upper gut, & quickly sawed down the center of the fine lean rock belly beef towards the crotch. Just as the intestines spilled out the slab went limp to the ground. Freshly slaughtered grade A beef!
Brian, the Marine, went down next. Soon after it was Vinny. Then another & another. They were rifling those blades in good and hard like true Muscle. But even fine ripe belly beef can take only just so much. Within ten minutes after the self-execution began only one slab was left standing. It was Kent. 6’2”, 230#, short dark hair, ruggedly handsome, and a nice wide cartilage area in between the upper abdominals for putting a blade into.. to take it nice & deep… Kent had made a nice wide hole there even before this night. His middle gut was rock, but a bit thicker than some. He was not going to immediately die from repeated thrusts of such a short blade in that spot any time soon, so Tim ordered him to stop the self-stabbing.
“Damn, Stud.. Your gut meat can sure take it,” stated Tim as he strutted up to the severely bleeding bodybuilder. He then glanced down at the slabs blood drenched briefs & noticed some serious cum mixed in with the dark mess. Kent glanced down at the blade handle still stuck in Tim’s lean rock gut meat. His dick started to grow again. “How much more pain can your fine carcass take Stud?”
Kent sucked in his gut. “Gut me slow Stud. I’ll show ya how a man dies.” Of course there was no expression on his beautiful rugged face. Then Tim’s lover, Rudy, strutted up to the two. Tim took the machete from his hands.
Without a word Tim stepped back. Rudy went off to the side with the other bodybuilder spectators. Kent kept his gut sucked in as Tim began to swing the long sharp steel back & forth. The blade was suddenly twirled around & lashed hard across the victim’s lower gut making a ¼ inch deep gash near the center of the six inch long cut. The blade was immediately brought around again & cut midway across both rock pectoral muscles, going in about ½ inch in the center of each pec steak. Then Tim RAMMED the blade into his victim's lower bowels, the weapon pointing down towards the crotch. It was in almost 8 inches & Kent then slowly went onto his knees. As the blade was slowly removed from his intestines, Kent gasped in pain. He could no longer TAKE it.
“So,” said Tim. “You’re a wuss after all. You fuckin’ cry baby.” And he suddenly HACKED down across the bloody gut meat. Then again.. And again! Then a thrust into the navel & Kent went flat on his back, breathing heavily. Tim thrust down into the slabs upper gut meat, then started to gut the carcass. The liver popped out before the intestines started oozing from the side of freshly slaughtered beef which just then went limp.
Tim would enjoy one last good meal before his lover would gut him in a private session during the night. Muscle camp was pretty much over for another year. One last evening of partying, bar-b-ques & gut fucking. Then the surviving slabs return to their hometowns to rebuild their Herds. For NEXT year!!
