The Punching Bag (musc SNUFF)

Jim was sitting at the gay bar in West Hollywood talking to a few of his bar buddies. It was late afternoon in August and it was very hot. He was wearing a tee shirt, extra large, because Jim had a big body. He was five feet 10 inches and weighed 220 pounds. He had some muscle but he also had a lot of fat, fat that had accumulated on his big belly that was bulging out under his tee shirt. Above his big belly, the t-shirt said “Punching Bag.” Jim had that t-shirt specially made, because he liked to get punched. He liked to feel the fists of other men hitting his body. He liked to feel dominated. To feel subservient. To feel submissive. To feel like a punching bag. He liked to feel the power other men had over him. When he felt that way, he always got hard. And his orgasms were always fantastic.

He always had a great time with his friends. Most of them were dominant. They loved to hit Jim’s body. Their cocks got hard as their fists pounded into his flesh. Their cocks got hard as they punched his fat gut like it was a punching bag. Jim’s cock got hard as he got pounded. He loved feeling dominated. When the punching stopped, the dominant stud forced his cock into Jim’s ass and fucked the shit out of him. He came and Jim came. It was a lot of fun.

As he was sitting in the bar, he saw a huge young bodybuilder walk through the door and sit at the far end of the bar. The guy must have been six feet six inches tall and must have weighed 350 pounds. Maybe 400 pounds. He was young, maybe 22 or 23 years old, and he was huge. He was wearing a white wife beater that showed off his huge shoulders and arms. Jim couldn’t take his eyes off this man’s body. His cock was already hard. The bodybuilder had dark hair, cut fairly short. His face was brutally handsome, dark with a strong jaw and wide cheekbones. He had a couple of days’ black stubble on his skin. His neck was huge and you could see it was all muscle. He had gigantic trap muscles bulging away from his neck over to his huge wide shoulders. His delts were very thick, looking like big cannonballs of muscle fibers sitting on his gigantic shoulders. His arms were the biggest arms Jim had ever seen. They looked to be as big as a man’s head, giant hams of muscle rippling with striated muscle and covered with veins. His forearms were bigger than Jim’s upper arms, huge bulging forearms covered with fibers and veins. And his hands were huge. His hands and fingers were thick and muscular. Jim looked at those hands and those arms and wondered what it would be like to get hit by those huge fists and all that muscle.

This bodybuilder was new to the city. Jim had never seen him before. And all the guys in the bar were staring at him. He was so big, so muscular, so dominant looking. He ordered a beer and drank the whole glass down in one big glug. When he drank, he raised his arm high and flexed his bicep. All the mouths in the bar dropped open as they watched his huge bicep flex. That arm must have measured 25 inches.

Then he put down his glass and looked over at Jim’s tee shirt. He mouthed the words “punching bag.” and looked at Jim. He made a fist and flexed his forearm. He moved his fist up and down, showing Jim the enormous shredded muscle in his forearm. And his fist was huge. It was as big as a boxing glove.

He got up from his bar stool and walked over to where Jim was sitting. He grabbed a bar stool, put it in a very small space right next to Jim and sat down. The huge size of his body pushed Jim to the side and pushed one of Jim’s friends off his bar stool so he fell on the floor. The huge guy looked down and said “I need more space.” It was like the friend didn’t even exist as a person. He was just an annoyance to this huge young stud. The bodybuilder pushed the friend’s stool away and moved his stool into where the friend had been sitting. He was now taking up the space of two people.

He turned to Jim. “Wanna buy me a drink?” he said. Jim looked at his huge body and his brutally handsome face and nodded his head. He couldn’t talk. The stud ordered another beer. Then he looked at Jim’s shirt. “So what’s with the shirt? You like gettin’ punched?” He made a fist again and flexed his forearm. Jim’s eyes were riveted on his huge fist. He then explained how he liked to get punched by dominant men, how he liked to feel subservient, how much fun he had when his friends punched him, and how they had great sex afterwards. The big stud said, “Am I dominant enough for you?” He raised his chest and flexed his gigantic pecs and lats. His pecs bulged out in huge globes of muscle underneath the skimpy wife beater and his lats flared out like thick wings of muscle straining the fibers of the shirt. His chest must have measured over 70 inches of solid muscle. Then he straightened his leg and flexed his quad. Jim’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the shredded muscles in this guy’s thigh. That thigh must have measured 34 inches, all muscle.

Jim kind of stuttered. “You’re the most dominant guy I’ve ever met,” he said as he stared at the guy’s huge body. The guy’s beer came and he again drank it down in one big glug. This time Jim was able to see the stud’s bulging bicep up close. Big, thick, hard, throbbing with muscle fibers, covered with veins. Jim’s cock was as hard as it had ever been.

The stud put down his glass and said, “I wanna punch you. I wanna punch the shit outta you.” All of a sudden Jim looked worried. He looked at the guy’s arms and knew those huge guns could kill him easily. “Um, well, the punching is just for fun. You don’t have to hit very hard. If you hit me hard with those huge arms, you might kill me.” The huge guy grinned. “Oh yeah, I could kill you easy. I can bench 750 pounds. I can press 480 pounds overhead. These arms are so strong they could kill you without trying hard.” He flexed his arms and looked at his huge muscles. “But hey, it’s just for fun, right? You have fun and I have fun. We both have fun. I know I’m gonna have a lot of fun.” He flexed again. Jim looked relieved. This was going to be the best sexual experience he ever had. He grabbed the stud’s huge arm and said “Let’s go to my garage. I got some gloves and stuff there.”

So they went to Jim’s garage in a small house in West Hollywood. It wasn’t very far from the bar. Jim turned on the lights and closed the garage door. It was just the two of them inside. The huge guy looked at Jim’s fat body and said, “You’re gonna be a nice punchin’ bag. Nice and soft for these big fists.” Jim grabbed a pair of gloves and said, “You gotta use gloves. Your fists will be too hard.” The huge bodybuilders grabbed the gloves and threw them on the floor. “I don’t need no gloves. I’m gonna hit you with my bare fists. I wanna feel my knuckles sinking into your pathetic flesh. Gloves are for little pussies.” Jim got a worried look on his face. “But this is just for fun, remember?” The huge guy ripped off his wife beater and said, “Oh yeah. I’m gonna have a lot of fun.” Jim looked panicked and tried to run to the door, but the huge guy grabbed his arm and threw him back against the wall. “Take off your fucking clothes, punching bag. I’m gonna punch you naked.” Jim hesitated.

SMASH! The guy’s huge fist hit Jim right in the gut, driving itself deep inside the fatty tissue. “I said take off your clothes, you little wimp. You do what I say. If I tell you to take off your clothes, you take off your clothes. And you do it NOW!” Jim trembled and started taking off his clothes. The young stud took off his clothes too. Now they were both naked. Jim stared at the stud’s body. His cock was hard again. This guy was beautiful. His face was so handsome, in a very masculine brutal way. His stubble made his cheeks look almost black. He had dark eyes that looked sexy yet menacing. He had more muscle on his body than Jim had ever seen. And his cock was huge. The stud’s cock was already semi-hard. The huge young bodybuilder was getting hard as he thought about punching Jim’s body with his huge muscles. His cock was already about nine inches long and it wasn’t even half hard yet. That cock was gigantic, just like his body.

“You like my body, you little bitch? You like my big muscles? Fuck, I got more muscle in one arm than you got in your whole fuckin’ body. You’re pathetic. Fat. Weak. A cowering wimp. You deserve to get smashed by my big muscles. Yeah, I’m dominant all right. I love to dominate little bitches like you.”

He flexed his arms. “Look at that fuckin’ muscle. Think of all the power in that muscle. Think about what that muscle can do to your body. Yeah, I love having big muscles. I love having strong muscles. My muscles love to smash things. My muscles love to show off how strong they are. They love to smash pathetic little bitches.” Jim was almost ready to cum as he looked at the huge bodybuilder’s flexing muscles. The big guy sneered at the little bitch and hit some more poses, flexing his huge lats, his mountainous pecs, his tree trunk legs and his washboard abs. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body and his waist was actually fairly small for the amount of muscle he had. His thick six pack looked like bricks of muscle, a far cry from Jim’s fat stomach.

Jim was overcome with lust. His lust had overtaken his fear. “Hit me. Hit me. Hit me with your big muscles! I want you to dominate me. I wanna be your punching bag!” The huge bodybuilder made two fists and looked at them. His fists were huge, probably double the size of most guy’s fists. And his knuckles were very hard. As hard as nails. As hard as brass knuckles.

He started smashing his fists into Jim’s stomach. At first, he only used about an eighth of his strength and Jim was relieved. This what he was hoping for in being a punching bag. This continued for several minutes. Jim looked at the stud’s huge body as he threw the punches. His shoulders and pecs flexed with each punch, the strands of muscle flexing like thick steel cords. His arms were huge and seemed to get bigger with each punch. His triceps bulged out of his thin skin as he extended his arms and his biceps bulged as he pulled them back. His arms were enormous. Bigger than Jim’s legs. The stud was jumping around like a boxer and his thigh and calf muscles bulged with each jump. His abs looked absolutely beautiful as he moved, bricks of rock hard washboard muscle. And the stud’s cock now got very hard as he beat Jim. It was 12 inches long and very thick. This was fun for Jim. The stud looked so muscular, so dominant, so masculine, so aggressive as he jumped around and hit Jim’s body. Jim tried punching the stud’s abs a couple of times and it felt like he was hitting a brick wall. He hurt his hand as he hit the rock hard muscle. The bodybuilder laughed at these puny blows as he kept hitting Jim’s body.

Jim’s cock got very hard and he reached down and started beating off. In less than a minute he came as he looked at the huge bodybuilder’s body and felt his punches. It was the best orgasm he had ever had. The stud looked at the cum coming out of his little five inch cock and smiled. “I hope you had fun,” he said. Jim nodded his head as he felt the last ooze of cum fall from his still-aroused cock.

Then the stud said. “I was just warming up. Now I’m gonna have some fun.” He smashed his fist into Jim’s gut with all the power of his huge muscles. That arm, an arm that could do incline dumbbell presses with 275 pounds, smashed his huge fist into Jim’s gut with all the force of his huge delt, pec and tricep muscles. His fist went deep into Jim’s gut, pushing his intestines out of place and almost hitting his spine. Jim grabbed his ruptured gut and immediately fell to the floor where he writhed in pain. “Fuckin’ wimpy punchin’ bag. I can’t have you fallin’ over like that,” said the huge bodybuilder as he looked around the garage. He spotted two ropes hanging over rafters in the garage. He grabbed one of Jim’s wrists and tied it to one rope. Then he grabbed his other wrist and tied it to the other rope. He pulled the ropes tight so Jim was now standing up with his arms held up in a V shape by the two ropes. He tied the ropes and patted Jim on the stomach. “Nice fat punching bag,” he said has Jim looked at his brutally handsome face with desperation in his eyes.

He started smashing his fists into Jim’s gut, pushing his legs back with each blow like he was a real punching bag getting pushed back by the devastating power of each of the stud’s punches. Jim wanted to buckle over in pain but he couldn’t. He was held up by the ropes and there was nothing he could do to stop the brutal attack by this huge, super strong muscle man. His gut hurt so much he started to vomit. “I bet that hurts,” said the stud as he smashed another devastating blow into Jim’s gut. “I like to hurt people. My big muscles love to hurt people. Especially little bitches like you.” After another minute of these incredibly hard punches, he said “Your gut’s too soft, bitch. I wanna hit some bones. I wanna break some bones.” He looked at his hard knuckles. “My fists love to break bones. My feet love to break bones too. I love to break bones.”

He started hitting Jim’s ribs with his big fists. The punches were incredibly hard and Jim’s ribs were breaking with each punch. “Yeah, the sound of breaking bones. I love that sound.” He smashed and smashed and smashed, breaking every one of Jim’s ribs. Jim was in such incredible pain it was amazing he hadn’t passed out. He kept looking at the stud’s muscles as they attacked him and his cock got hard again. He was in abject pain but his cock was still hard.

The bodybuilder looked at the little bitch’s cock. “Hey, you can only cum once per beating. Let me fix that for you.” He smashed his fist into Jim’s cock and balls, breaking his pelvis bone. Surges of pain shot through Jim’s body. Then he battered the helpless bitch’s cock and balls three more times with devastating punches. “Yeah, all fixed,” he laughed as he looked at Jim’s flaccid cock that was hanging lifelessly from his broken pelvis. He reached down and squeezed Jim’s balls. “I like to give out pain,” he said as Jim winced and almost passed out.

Then the huge bodybuilder stood back and flexed his huge 34 inch thigh. “Look at all that muscle. That muscle’s so fucking strong. Watch what that muscle can do.” He smashed his foot into Jim’s right thigh. Instantly the bone broke in two. The lower part of Jim’s leg was now hanging lifelessly below the top part. “Yeah, fuckin’ strong!” yelled the stud as he flexed his muscles in front of Jim’s pulverized body. He stroked his hard cock a couple of times. This was turning him on so much. He raised his other leg and smashed it into Jim’s other thigh. He could hear the bone snap as pain surged through Jim’s body. “Such a fuckin’ bitch,” he said as Jim moaned in pain. He stroked his cock some more.

Then he smashed his feet into Jim’s chest and crotch, breaking his ribs and pelvis even more. The only thing he didn’t break was Jim’s arms, because they were holding up his punching bag body. “You havin’ fun yet, bitch?” he said to Jim. “I’m sure havin’ fun. Now I’m done with this heavy work. It’s time for the speed bag.. I think your head will make a great speed bag.”

Jim couldn’t talk because his ribs and gut were totally collapsed and ruptured by the huge stud’s incredible blows. Spit and vomit were drooling out of his mouth. He looked at the young muscle god who now started bouncing up and down on his feet. He saw his huge calves and his gigantic thighs bounce his huge body like he was a champion prize fighter. Then the stud started hitting his face with his fists like his head was a speed bag. The blows were rapid but they were hard. The stud gave him blow after blow after very rapid blow. Instantly his nose was broken. Then each blow broke another face bone. In a manner of a minute, Jim’s face was a bloody pulp. His head bounced around on his neck and with each bounce he got hit with another solid punch. The punches were very rapid. “Not only are my muscles strong, they’re also fast,” said the stud. “I’m pretty fast for a big guy, ain’t I bitch? Oh yeah, I forgot, you can’t talk.” He smashed Jim again in the nose and face.

He rubbed his thick 12 inch cock again. “This is gettin’ me so aroused. It’s so much fun smashing your body. It gets my cock real hard. It really turns me on to smash a little bitch like you. I feel so dominant. I feel like such a stud. Now I’m gonna punch the shit outta you and then I’m gonna fuck your fat ass with my huge cock.” At that, the young bodybuilder started punching all of Jim’s body. He punched from the front, from the side and from the back. He punched Jim’s crotch again and again. His balls were now smashed into nothing. Jim was hanging on the ropes and had to endure every punch. He wished he could pass out but he somehow was still conscious. Pain was shooting through every part of his body. Every punch broke another bone or ruptured another organ.

The stud’s cock was standing straight up, all 12 huge thick inches of his massive masculine weapon. All of a sudden he stopped punching and rammed his cock into Jim’s ass. He held onto Jim’s smashed chest as he rammed his cock into Jim’s ruptured gut. The big weapon was like a steel pipe and busted through everything that was in its way. The stud started thrusting his hips back and forth, pushing his huge dick in and out of Jim’s ass. This went on for several minutes as Jim moaned from pain and the stud grunted with pleasure. He ran Jim’s tight ass up and down his cock, feeling the erotic pleasure of the bitch’s tight ass muscles. “You got a tight little ass, bitch. Of course, any ass would be tight on my huge cock.” He started grunting louder, pushing his cock in an out and moving Jim’s body to give him maximum erotic pleasure. Finally he came inside Jim’s broken body, spurting gush after gush of his dominant muscle stud sperm into what was left of Jim.

When he finished, he pulled his cock out and looked Jim in the eye. Jim could barely see the stud’s handsome face and incredibly muscular torso with one bloody eye. Even now he felt aroused looking at this huge young bodybuilder even though he had no cock left. “I got one more punch for you, bitch.” The stud made a fist, pulled back his arm and smashed that fist into Jim’s jaw, breaking his head off his body. The force of the punch was so great that it not only broke his spine, but it broke all his muscles, blood vessels and skin. “Fuckin’ strong!” he yelled as he looked at Jim’s head on the floor. Blood gushed out of Jim’s neck as his heart made a few final beats. “I love snuffing you little bitches,” said the stud as he stroked his hard cock and then thrust it back into Jim’s headless body for another wild orgasm.

“You were a good punching bag,” he said to Jim’s lifeless body as he fucked the shit out of him again. Then he put on his clothes and left the garage, leaving Jim hanging on the ropes with his head on the floor. The huge stud went to another town, maybe your town. When he got there he got a map of gay bars.

THE END

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