02-06-2011, 08:30 PM
I've wanted to write gut punishment stories for a very long time. This is my first.
All of the characters and events here are fictional. Please let me know if this story is good or terrible in content. I have loved all types of belly play since I was very young. I don't know, though, if I should say if I am a male or a female, because it is equally enjoyable for me to see, read, and write about the torturing of both. Now let's get to the story of Tom…
Down to the Core
Tom and Mistress #1
For Tom, there is nothing that he loves more than the feeling of being punched deep in the gut. For him, the combination of pleasure and pain is intoxicating.
Once a week, Tom goes to Mistress to have his love of being punched in the gut satisfied.
Before finding Mistress, Tom would try to punch and torture his own gut, but he soon discovered that the pain and pleasure would become much more intense if someone did it to him.
After their last session, Mistress asked him what he wanted done to his gut during their next session. Tom had almost been afraid to ask for what he really wanted, because he wasn't sure that his body would be able to handle it.
Tom is tall and thin. He's exactly six feet tall, but he only weighs 145lbs. This is because he likes to exercise. One of his favorite activities is running, and this has always kept his body very slim and trim.
His slim build is the reason that he thinks he may not be able to handle what he wants Mistress to do to his flat gut.
He asked her to try to punch him down to the core.
She had punched him extremely deep on many occasions, but she had never gone so deep as to reach all the way down to the spine.
She'd smiled wickedly when she said she'd do it, but she also told him she would need for him to do a few things the day before in order to prepare his body.
She told him to not eat or drink anything after 7 pm Thursday evening. She wanted his stomach to be completely empty so that if she triggered his urge to vomit with how deep inside his belly she was going to be, there would be nothing in his stomach to come up. She'd also instructed him to drink a solution of sea salt dissolved in warm water Thursday evening so that his bowels would be flushed out as well.
Tom knew that these instructions would be difficult because he had to go into work the next day, but he also knew that she would know if he hadn't followed her instructions and he did not want to upset her. And he had been right. Work had been hard with having to go to the toilet several times during work, and he'd also been embarrassed when his stomach could be clearly heard growling loudly throughout the day.
Thankfully, work is now over. It’s now Friday at 7 p.m., and he is pulling his car up to the motel where she is waiting for him.
They always meet in a different location.
Tom knocks on the door and waits for her to answer. He can feel a bead of cold sweat running down his back, and his empty stomach spasms with both hunger and anticipation.
Mistress answers the door and ushers him into the motel room. As always, she looks absolutely amazing and he can't help but take a moment to appreciate her beauty.
In her heels, she's as tall as Tom. She's dressed in a black leather body suit, and it's perfectly fitted to her every curve. He has never seen her face, because she always wears beautiful, elaborate masks that remind him of Mardi Gras. Her breasts are full and ample. Her waist is incredibly small. Tom knows that if he were allowed, he could probably fit his large hands around her thin middle. Her legs are long and lean. Her hair is long and black and stops just above the firm mounds of her toned behind. And although she is thinner than Tom by at least twenty pounds, he knows that there is great strength in her arms by the power of the punches she's delivered to his gut in the past.
"I have something wonderful planned for you this evening, my love," Mistress says as she guides him further into the room.
"Did you follow my instructions, Tom? Are you as empty as I need you to be?" She asks as she starts to deeply and painfully massage his guts with one of her gloved fists.
"Yessss," Tom groans as she presses deeply into his navel with her thumb.
"Take off your shirt and go stand against the wall. When you get there, I want you to put this blindfold over your eyes." She says as she hands him a black blindfold.
"Yes, Mistress," Tom says as he does as instructed.
She walks over to Tom, and allows her eyes to exam the body before her.
Tom has always been one of her favorite clients. She loves how long and lean he is. She loves that his ribs and hipbones are clearly visible and that they become even more so when he sucks in. During their first session, she'd taught him how to blow all of the air out of his lungs and then suck his stomach in and up so that it formed a very concave hollow. She loves to rub her hands all over that concave hollow.
Mistress also loves the fact that even though Tom is very fit, his stomach muscles are also very weak. With an unsuspecting blow, she's able to sink her fist into his guts up to her wrist.
Tonight though, she plans to go much further than her wrists.
Tom waits patiently as Mistress quietly touches and explores his body.
Tom feels a warm breath over his stomach that causes him to suck in a little and the next thing he knows, his stomach is punched so brutally, it feels as if her fist crushes his guts and back against the wall. Tom's knees go a little weak as she holds her fist there deep in his guts, and he gags as his empty stomach is pressed even further up and back.
After a minute, she pulls her fist out of his stomach and uses both of her hands to press his shoulders against the wall to keep him from falling.
The sensation in his stomach is amazing. If feels like her fist is still logged deep inside of him, and he can hear and feel the gurgling of his guts as they try to move back into place.
"I made you gag, my love, but you didn't vomit. That's good. I see you are empty and ready for me to beat your stomach down to the core. Just be aware that there is no stopping. Once I start, I won't stop until I've reached beyond your stomach muscles, beyond your guts, and all the way down to your spine. It will hurt, but it will also feel amazing. Are you ready?"
"Yes," Tom says and hopes he hasn't gotten himself into something that he will regret.
"Okay, my love. Open your palms and put them flat against the wall down by your sides and keep them there. Now I want you to hollow out that stomach of yours like I taught you to, and I want you to suck in as hard and as deep as you can and hold it for as long as you can."
With his eyes covered, he was not able to see exactly what was coming, but he knew it would hurt. Sucking his stomach in as deeply as he could, Tom moaned out in sweet agony as something cold, hard, and round was punched deep into his belly button. The force of the instrument caused his stomach to sink in even more and the instrument made a strange thunk of a sound as it bounced off his spine.
His natural instinct was to cover his stomach with his hands, but Mistress painfully slapped them back into position against the wall.
"Suck in again," Mistress commanded and Tom did his best to follow her orders.
Once again, his concave stomach was punched in with the heavy, rounded object. And before he could draw in a strangled breath that would cause his stomach to pop back out from its hollow, he was hit three more times in rapid succession. Each blow seemed harder and deeper than the one before, and each blow bounced painfully against his abused core. She kept telling him to 'suck in,' and he knew there was no way that he was getting enough air in between blows.
In the back of his mind, he wondered if the object was penetrating all the way through him and leaving dents in the wall. It felt like it, and as the brutal punching continued, he started to feel as if he didn't have any stomach left at all.
Mistress continued her abuse for almost 20 minutes using one hand pressed against his chest to keep Tom from falling and the other hand held the object that was being repeatedly used to flatten his stomach to nothing.
Eventually, she set the object down on the floor and once again used both of her hands to press his shoulders back into the wall.
"Are you still with me, my love?" Mistress asked as she stroked Tom's cheek.
Upon his first attempt at speaking, the only thing that came out was a strangled cough. He tried to swallow the small amount of spit in his mouth just to have something soothe his dry throat so that he could speak, but the only thing that happened was his gagging on it when the small amount of fluid hit the bottom of his empty, abused gut and came back up.
"Oooh, lost on words, are we?" She asked as she massaged his abused belly deeply with her open palm."
"So…so gooooood," Tom was able to groan out as she once again stabbed her thumb into his now bright red navel.
"Do you think you could take a little more in that flat gut of yours? Would you let Mistress crush you to nothing? Would you?" She asked as she pressed her fingers deeply down the center of his stomach causing his abused organs and guts to move and shift around.
Tom was starting to feel lightheaded from the combination of pleasure, pain, and the fact that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink for over 24 hours. He knew he should stop. But he also knew that this was what he wanted. It had taken him years to find someone like Mistress, and he would never say no to anything she suggested even if that little voice in the back of his head was telling him that he'd had more than enough.
"Yes, Mistress. More."
"Such a good pet you are, my love. I'm going to leave your eyes covered. I'm going to guide you to the middle of the room. Once there, I want you to lie down on the carpet for me."
Tom, with the help of Mistress, did as he was instructed. As he waited for what was sure to be the most painful and amazing thing ever, the pain in his gut started to flare almost as high as his level of excitement.
Suddenly, there was a warm breath that ghosted over his sensitive navel. The breath was followed by the lightest of kisses and then the quickest dip of her tongue into his abused belly hole.
"This is going to hurt. I know your gut is burning and weak right now, but I need for you to tighten up as much as you possibly can."
Just as he lifted his head a little from the floor to tighten his abs, his breath was stolen completely away and his head slammed back into the floor as one of the legs from the chair that had been at the small table crushed his navel down into his spine. Mistress was sitting in the chair laughing a little under her breath and making the chair bounce up and down, digging deeper into his navel with the wooden leg more than Tom could stand.
This was pure torture.
She didn't have to ask him to suck in because every time he tried to pull in the smallest amount of air into his lungs, all it did was pull his stomach and everything in it flatter and closer to the floor. It felt as if his ribs and hipbones were going to come out through his skin, and his pants and underwear became instantly and repeatedly wet as pleasure was ripped from his body.
He tried to ask her to stop, but all that came out of his mouth was a mixture of gags and gurgles.
As Mistress continued to use her weight and the chair leg to destroy his stomach, darkness began to cloud his vision. He couldn't even feel his stomach anymore. All he could feel was the rhythm of the pulse in his navel pound against his spine. And all Tom could think was if his stomach and body survived this…
…what else would she be able to do to his stomach?
The end?
All of the characters and events here are fictional. Please let me know if this story is good or terrible in content. I have loved all types of belly play since I was very young. I don't know, though, if I should say if I am a male or a female, because it is equally enjoyable for me to see, read, and write about the torturing of both. Now let's get to the story of Tom…
Down to the Core
Tom and Mistress #1
For Tom, there is nothing that he loves more than the feeling of being punched deep in the gut. For him, the combination of pleasure and pain is intoxicating.
Once a week, Tom goes to Mistress to have his love of being punched in the gut satisfied.
Before finding Mistress, Tom would try to punch and torture his own gut, but he soon discovered that the pain and pleasure would become much more intense if someone did it to him.
After their last session, Mistress asked him what he wanted done to his gut during their next session. Tom had almost been afraid to ask for what he really wanted, because he wasn't sure that his body would be able to handle it.
Tom is tall and thin. He's exactly six feet tall, but he only weighs 145lbs. This is because he likes to exercise. One of his favorite activities is running, and this has always kept his body very slim and trim.
His slim build is the reason that he thinks he may not be able to handle what he wants Mistress to do to his flat gut.
He asked her to try to punch him down to the core.
She had punched him extremely deep on many occasions, but she had never gone so deep as to reach all the way down to the spine.
She'd smiled wickedly when she said she'd do it, but she also told him she would need for him to do a few things the day before in order to prepare his body.
She told him to not eat or drink anything after 7 pm Thursday evening. She wanted his stomach to be completely empty so that if she triggered his urge to vomit with how deep inside his belly she was going to be, there would be nothing in his stomach to come up. She'd also instructed him to drink a solution of sea salt dissolved in warm water Thursday evening so that his bowels would be flushed out as well.
Tom knew that these instructions would be difficult because he had to go into work the next day, but he also knew that she would know if he hadn't followed her instructions and he did not want to upset her. And he had been right. Work had been hard with having to go to the toilet several times during work, and he'd also been embarrassed when his stomach could be clearly heard growling loudly throughout the day.
Thankfully, work is now over. It’s now Friday at 7 p.m., and he is pulling his car up to the motel where she is waiting for him.
They always meet in a different location.
Tom knocks on the door and waits for her to answer. He can feel a bead of cold sweat running down his back, and his empty stomach spasms with both hunger and anticipation.
Mistress answers the door and ushers him into the motel room. As always, she looks absolutely amazing and he can't help but take a moment to appreciate her beauty.
In her heels, she's as tall as Tom. She's dressed in a black leather body suit, and it's perfectly fitted to her every curve. He has never seen her face, because she always wears beautiful, elaborate masks that remind him of Mardi Gras. Her breasts are full and ample. Her waist is incredibly small. Tom knows that if he were allowed, he could probably fit his large hands around her thin middle. Her legs are long and lean. Her hair is long and black and stops just above the firm mounds of her toned behind. And although she is thinner than Tom by at least twenty pounds, he knows that there is great strength in her arms by the power of the punches she's delivered to his gut in the past.
"I have something wonderful planned for you this evening, my love," Mistress says as she guides him further into the room.
"Did you follow my instructions, Tom? Are you as empty as I need you to be?" She asks as she starts to deeply and painfully massage his guts with one of her gloved fists.
"Yessss," Tom groans as she presses deeply into his navel with her thumb.
"Take off your shirt and go stand against the wall. When you get there, I want you to put this blindfold over your eyes." She says as she hands him a black blindfold.
"Yes, Mistress," Tom says as he does as instructed.
She walks over to Tom, and allows her eyes to exam the body before her.
Tom has always been one of her favorite clients. She loves how long and lean he is. She loves that his ribs and hipbones are clearly visible and that they become even more so when he sucks in. During their first session, she'd taught him how to blow all of the air out of his lungs and then suck his stomach in and up so that it formed a very concave hollow. She loves to rub her hands all over that concave hollow.
Mistress also loves the fact that even though Tom is very fit, his stomach muscles are also very weak. With an unsuspecting blow, she's able to sink her fist into his guts up to her wrist.
Tonight though, she plans to go much further than her wrists.
Tom waits patiently as Mistress quietly touches and explores his body.
Tom feels a warm breath over his stomach that causes him to suck in a little and the next thing he knows, his stomach is punched so brutally, it feels as if her fist crushes his guts and back against the wall. Tom's knees go a little weak as she holds her fist there deep in his guts, and he gags as his empty stomach is pressed even further up and back.
After a minute, she pulls her fist out of his stomach and uses both of her hands to press his shoulders against the wall to keep him from falling.
The sensation in his stomach is amazing. If feels like her fist is still logged deep inside of him, and he can hear and feel the gurgling of his guts as they try to move back into place.
"I made you gag, my love, but you didn't vomit. That's good. I see you are empty and ready for me to beat your stomach down to the core. Just be aware that there is no stopping. Once I start, I won't stop until I've reached beyond your stomach muscles, beyond your guts, and all the way down to your spine. It will hurt, but it will also feel amazing. Are you ready?"
"Yes," Tom says and hopes he hasn't gotten himself into something that he will regret.
"Okay, my love. Open your palms and put them flat against the wall down by your sides and keep them there. Now I want you to hollow out that stomach of yours like I taught you to, and I want you to suck in as hard and as deep as you can and hold it for as long as you can."
With his eyes covered, he was not able to see exactly what was coming, but he knew it would hurt. Sucking his stomach in as deeply as he could, Tom moaned out in sweet agony as something cold, hard, and round was punched deep into his belly button. The force of the instrument caused his stomach to sink in even more and the instrument made a strange thunk of a sound as it bounced off his spine.
His natural instinct was to cover his stomach with his hands, but Mistress painfully slapped them back into position against the wall.
"Suck in again," Mistress commanded and Tom did his best to follow her orders.
Once again, his concave stomach was punched in with the heavy, rounded object. And before he could draw in a strangled breath that would cause his stomach to pop back out from its hollow, he was hit three more times in rapid succession. Each blow seemed harder and deeper than the one before, and each blow bounced painfully against his abused core. She kept telling him to 'suck in,' and he knew there was no way that he was getting enough air in between blows.
In the back of his mind, he wondered if the object was penetrating all the way through him and leaving dents in the wall. It felt like it, and as the brutal punching continued, he started to feel as if he didn't have any stomach left at all.
Mistress continued her abuse for almost 20 minutes using one hand pressed against his chest to keep Tom from falling and the other hand held the object that was being repeatedly used to flatten his stomach to nothing.
Eventually, she set the object down on the floor and once again used both of her hands to press his shoulders back into the wall.
"Are you still with me, my love?" Mistress asked as she stroked Tom's cheek.
Upon his first attempt at speaking, the only thing that came out was a strangled cough. He tried to swallow the small amount of spit in his mouth just to have something soothe his dry throat so that he could speak, but the only thing that happened was his gagging on it when the small amount of fluid hit the bottom of his empty, abused gut and came back up.
"Oooh, lost on words, are we?" She asked as she massaged his abused belly deeply with her open palm."
"So…so gooooood," Tom was able to groan out as she once again stabbed her thumb into his now bright red navel.
"Do you think you could take a little more in that flat gut of yours? Would you let Mistress crush you to nothing? Would you?" She asked as she pressed her fingers deeply down the center of his stomach causing his abused organs and guts to move and shift around.
Tom was starting to feel lightheaded from the combination of pleasure, pain, and the fact that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink for over 24 hours. He knew he should stop. But he also knew that this was what he wanted. It had taken him years to find someone like Mistress, and he would never say no to anything she suggested even if that little voice in the back of his head was telling him that he'd had more than enough.
"Yes, Mistress. More."
"Such a good pet you are, my love. I'm going to leave your eyes covered. I'm going to guide you to the middle of the room. Once there, I want you to lie down on the carpet for me."
Tom, with the help of Mistress, did as he was instructed. As he waited for what was sure to be the most painful and amazing thing ever, the pain in his gut started to flare almost as high as his level of excitement.
Suddenly, there was a warm breath that ghosted over his sensitive navel. The breath was followed by the lightest of kisses and then the quickest dip of her tongue into his abused belly hole.
"This is going to hurt. I know your gut is burning and weak right now, but I need for you to tighten up as much as you possibly can."
Just as he lifted his head a little from the floor to tighten his abs, his breath was stolen completely away and his head slammed back into the floor as one of the legs from the chair that had been at the small table crushed his navel down into his spine. Mistress was sitting in the chair laughing a little under her breath and making the chair bounce up and down, digging deeper into his navel with the wooden leg more than Tom could stand.
This was pure torture.
She didn't have to ask him to suck in because every time he tried to pull in the smallest amount of air into his lungs, all it did was pull his stomach and everything in it flatter and closer to the floor. It felt as if his ribs and hipbones were going to come out through his skin, and his pants and underwear became instantly and repeatedly wet as pleasure was ripped from his body.
He tried to ask her to stop, but all that came out of his mouth was a mixture of gags and gurgles.
As Mistress continued to use her weight and the chair leg to destroy his stomach, darkness began to cloud his vision. He couldn't even feel his stomach anymore. All he could feel was the rhythm of the pulse in his navel pound against his spine. And all Tom could think was if his stomach and body survived this…
…what else would she be able to do to his stomach?
The end?