sensations are subjective. i am not interested in SM or humiliation. but i am taken by this fetish that i link to sex. sexually speaking i am active, but as far as GP is concerned i am "versatile". if i like a man in certain aspects, i also love to be punched, to be penetrated in my soft stomach by his fists, in my head it is equivalent to being passive or in any case versatile. when my partner's fist reaches, sinks and remains inside my stomach for several seconds even minutes, my cock becomes incredibly hard and i can even ejaculate with the whole fist of the partner inside my stomach. i do not see humiliation in all this, but it all depends on subjectivity.
I had been talking to him online for a long time. A tough, seasoned boxer, stronger and more experienced than me, the kind of guy who could dish out real punishment. From the start, he made it clear what he wanted—he wanted to turn me into his punching bag.
For months, he taunted me, telling me I wouldn’t last, that I was all talk. “You keep saying you want it,” he’d type, “but I don’t think you can handle what I have planned for you.” Every conversation was the same. He described in detail how he’d work me over, how he’d bury his fists deep into my abs, break me down, and leave me crumpled on the floor.
I wanted it. I craved it. But I hesitated.
Then, one night, I finally gave in. “Fine,” I messaged. “I’ll meet you.”
His response came fast. “Good. You’re mine now.”
When I arrived at his place, he led me through a side door into his garage—a makeshift training space filled with old workout equipment. Dumbbells were scattered on the floor, a rusty squat rack stood against the back wall, and a heavy punching bag hung in the corner, still swinging from some earlier abuse. But tonight, he had no use for that bag.
I was the real target.
Tied Up & Helpless
He wasted no time. The moment I took my shirt off, he grabbed a pair of thick resistance bands from his workout gear and bound my hands behind my back.
“No backing out now,” he muttered, stepping in front of me, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s see what kind of abs you’ve got.”
The first punch came without warning. A sharp, deep shot straight to my core. My whole body tensed as the impact spread through my abs, but I gritted my teeth and took it.
He smirked. “Not bad.” Then, another punch—this one harder, more deliberate, sinking deep into my gut.
I gasped, my body instinctively trying to double over, but the bindings kept me locked in place. He grabbed my shoulder, steadying me just so he could keep going.
“You wanted this, right?” he taunted, throwing another heavy shot into the same spot. “Then take it.”
Being Knocked Down & Forced Up
The punches started coming in combinations—sharp jabs to set me up, then devastating hooks that buried into my abs. The garage was filled with nothing but the sound of fists slamming into flesh, my ragged breathing, and his steady, controlled exhales as he worked me over.
I don’t know how long I lasted before my legs finally gave out. I dropped to my knees, coughing, my entire midsection throbbing.
He shook his head in mock disappointment. “Already?” He crouched down, gripping the back of my head and forcing me to look up at him. “Get up. You’re not done.”
I tried, but my body wasn’t listening. My abs were wrecked, each breath feeling like fire.
So, he “helped.”
He placed his fist against my aching abs and leaned his weight into it, slowly grinding his knuckles into the sore, beaten muscle. A deep, slow pressure that made me groan in pain. “Feel that?” he muttered. “That’s what getting broken feels like.” Then, without warning, he yanked me up by my arm, just to shove me back against the garage wall.
“Stay up this time,” he warned. And then the punches resumed.
Being Used as a Punching Bag
At some point, I stopped trying to count the hits. They all blended together into one long, punishing session. He was working out, and I was the equipment. A few deep shots, a pause to check his form, then another set. He mixed in uppercuts, testing how far my body would lift off the ground with each strike.
I could hear him breathing in rhythm, perfectly controlled. Meanwhile, I was gasping, struggling to keep any air in my lungs.
He stepped back for a moment, watching me. My body was shaking, my abs red and swelling. I was still standing, but only because I had nowhere else to go.
“Not bad,” he admitted. Then he smirked. “But I’m not done.”
He closed the gap again, this time digging his fists in slow, methodical punches—deep, twisting strikes that made sure the damage sank in. I felt my abs caving under each blow, my muscles failing me.
And then, the final shot. A brutal uppercut that lifted me onto my toes before dropping me straight to the concrete floor.
I didn’t try to get up this time.
He stood over me, rolling out his shoulders. “That’s how you break a punching bag,” he muttered.
I barely heard him. My ears were ringing, my vision blurry. Every inch of my core ached, a soreness I’d feel for days. But beneath the pain, there was something else.
Satisfaction.
I had taken it. Every punch. Every hit. I was exactly what I wanted to be—just a punching bag.
For me, the combination of humiliation and pain is most erotic. I like it when the grunts forced out of me make the puncher (and anyone watching) smile. I like the feeling of being resilient enough to take a lot of punches, but with a gut weak enough that it can't stop a fist from sinking in deep. Receiving verbal humiliation while being punched makes it even better. That's why I like assuming the role of a low life wimp.
As a teen i started to get in superior shape because 2 of my 4 brothers beat on me all the time. I guess that was the only time in my life I felt humiliated. At age 15 i started building muscle and an attitude and i got tough enough to stop being held and beaten. I have had three very physical job in my life time. All required a very hard gut. Im competitive. Love seeing how much punishment I can take. Yes its an endorphin rush and a major turn on. Im 72. Still in shape and still turned on when I can take more than my puncher. I never feel humiliated
Yeah, NewRassler. I like your statement "I love seeing how much punishment I can take." Your SEXY ABS have no limits when it comes to Gutpunching! The more you take, the better it becomes for both you and your (lucky!) Gutpuncher. Keep the Gut Punches coming every day...fast, hard and DEEP. Don't EVER slow down! 👊👊👊👊💥🥵🔥💪
I've been given a good gut beating plenty of times, often with other people watching. I agree, it's definitely embarrassing taking blow after blow to your vulnerable stomach, feeling helpless as others watch you try to catch your breath.
Love the humiliation from getting your stomach softened up while being stripped down to or already wearing barely anything at all like a thong or gstring. There's this sexy dicotimy between feeling hot and humiliated at the same time.
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I'd enjoy watching you take it in that tender gut. Seeing you slowly go weak, hearing your sounds come from your mouth as your gut took more and more punishment .
I think it's because the belly is generally soft and weak. And right in the center of your body. A blow there bares that vulnerability for everyone to witness.
I feel the same way. The mix of eroticism and humiliation is a real turn on for me. I love watching videos where a smaller, weaker guy is getting systematically worked over by a bigger, in shape guy in front of a bunch of other guys. A good scene would be in a bar or or back alley where I'm getting worked over in a 2 on 1 scene while other guys are standing around laughing at me and jerking off to the action. The sense of de-masculinization is very strong and stems from a fear of being seen as a weakling as a kid, unable to fight back and protect myself. But it's also a turn on because I like the feeling of being dominated by another man, mainly by using his fists on my stomach. It's a complicated yet exciting feeling.
For me, the (strong) abs are a true sign of masculinity. Working a guy over in his stomach and eventually trying to break him is therefore an ultimate sign of showing my strength over him :)
I agree with at least your first part. A reasonably fit and trim guy is a sign a masculinity. That doesn't necessarily mean mean Joe Sixpack, but kudos for those that are. Having strong abs is masculine as is overall fitness. To be able to withstand some gut bashing is another sign of fit abs and toughness. Being a virile and fit male is a great trait of manhood. The sum it up, it's being a physically fit man.
Trading gut punches with another in shape guy is arousing, especially if my abs can take his punches without hurting much and I see him weakening. Full hard on when he drops to his knees.
I always felt that there is something deeply emasculating to being hit and hurt in the belly. Especially in front of others. I get hit a lot in the stomach. And I have been caught, plenty of times, of guard by an unexpected punch in the gut. In every instance I felt humiliated by it. Besides a wave of arousal. Does anyone else feels that way?
It is not humiliating to be gutpunched for Jobbers who crave it. They enjoy showing off their reddened stomach skin after session, as a sign of success, how much they can take...the more the better! It is especially satisfying when Jobber is tied up in bondage so he cannot resist the gut punches..."Bring it on faster, harder, deeper!"
👊👊👊👊👊👊💥🥵🔥💪
stomachpunch (5)
14 days agosensations are subjective. i am not interested in SM or humiliation. but i am taken by this fetish that i link to sex. sexually speaking i am active, but as far as GP is concerned i am "versatile". if i like a man in certain aspects, i also love to be punched, to be penetrated in my soft stomach by his fists, in my head it is equivalent to being passive or in any case versatile. when my partner's fist reaches, sinks and remains inside my stomach for several seconds even minutes, my cock becomes incredibly hard and i can even ejaculate with the whole fist of the partner inside my stomach. i do not see humiliation in all this, but it all depends on subjectivity.
Mikebedo (2)
15 days agoI had been talking to him online for a long time. A tough, seasoned boxer, stronger and more experienced than me, the kind of guy who could dish out real punishment. From the start, he made it clear what he wanted—he wanted to turn me into his punching bag.
For months, he taunted me, telling me I wouldn’t last, that I was all talk. “You keep saying you want it,” he’d type, “but I don’t think you can handle what I have planned for you.” Every conversation was the same. He described in detail how he’d work me over, how he’d bury his fists deep into my abs, break me down, and leave me crumpled on the floor.
I wanted it. I craved it. But I hesitated.
Then, one night, I finally gave in. “Fine,” I messaged. “I’ll meet you.”
His response came fast. “Good. You’re mine now.”
When I arrived at his place, he led me through a side door into his garage—a makeshift training space filled with old workout equipment. Dumbbells were scattered on the floor, a rusty squat rack stood against the back wall, and a heavy punching bag hung in the corner, still swinging from some earlier abuse. But tonight, he had no use for that bag.
I was the real target.
Tied Up & Helpless
He wasted no time. The moment I took my shirt off, he grabbed a pair of thick resistance bands from his workout gear and bound my hands behind my back.
“No backing out now,” he muttered, stepping in front of me, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s see what kind of abs you’ve got.”
The first punch came without warning. A sharp, deep shot straight to my core. My whole body tensed as the impact spread through my abs, but I gritted my teeth and took it.
He smirked. “Not bad.” Then, another punch—this one harder, more deliberate, sinking deep into my gut.
I gasped, my body instinctively trying to double over, but the bindings kept me locked in place. He grabbed my shoulder, steadying me just so he could keep going.
“You wanted this, right?” he taunted, throwing another heavy shot into the same spot. “Then take it.”
Being Knocked Down & Forced Up
The punches started coming in combinations—sharp jabs to set me up, then devastating hooks that buried into my abs. The garage was filled with nothing but the sound of fists slamming into flesh, my ragged breathing, and his steady, controlled exhales as he worked me over.
I don’t know how long I lasted before my legs finally gave out. I dropped to my knees, coughing, my entire midsection throbbing.
He shook his head in mock disappointment. “Already?” He crouched down, gripping the back of my head and forcing me to look up at him. “Get up. You’re not done.”
I tried, but my body wasn’t listening. My abs were wrecked, each breath feeling like fire.
So, he “helped.”
He placed his fist against my aching abs and leaned his weight into it, slowly grinding his knuckles into the sore, beaten muscle. A deep, slow pressure that made me groan in pain. “Feel that?” he muttered. “That’s what getting broken feels like.” Then, without warning, he yanked me up by my arm, just to shove me back against the garage wall.
“Stay up this time,” he warned. And then the punches resumed.
Being Used as a Punching Bag
At some point, I stopped trying to count the hits. They all blended together into one long, punishing session. He was working out, and I was the equipment. A few deep shots, a pause to check his form, then another set. He mixed in uppercuts, testing how far my body would lift off the ground with each strike.
I could hear him breathing in rhythm, perfectly controlled. Meanwhile, I was gasping, struggling to keep any air in my lungs.
He stepped back for a moment, watching me. My body was shaking, my abs red and swelling. I was still standing, but only because I had nowhere else to go.
“Not bad,” he admitted. Then he smirked. “But I’m not done.”
He closed the gap again, this time digging his fists in slow, methodical punches—deep, twisting strikes that made sure the damage sank in. I felt my abs caving under each blow, my muscles failing me.
And then, the final shot. A brutal uppercut that lifted me onto my toes before dropping me straight to the concrete floor.
I didn’t try to get up this time.
He stood over me, rolling out his shoulders. “That’s how you break a punching bag,” he muttered.
I barely heard him. My ears were ringing, my vision blurry. Every inch of my core ached, a soreness I’d feel for days. But beneath the pain, there was something else.
Satisfaction.
I had taken it. Every punch. Every hit. I was exactly what I wanted to be—just a punching bag.
Haarek (1)
14 days ago(In reply to this)
🤛🤛🤛👏👏👏
Bravissimo!
slimp (0)
4/14/2024 4:46 AMFor me, the combination of humiliation and pain is most erotic. I like it when the grunts forced out of me make the puncher (and anyone watching) smile. I like the feeling of being resilient enough to take a lot of punches, but with a gut weak enough that it can't stop a fist from sinking in deep. Receiving verbal humiliation while being punched makes it even better. That's why I like assuming the role of a low life wimp.
NewRassler (0)
4/10/2024 2:46 PMAs a teen i started to get in superior shape because 2 of my 4 brothers beat on me all the time. I guess that was the only time in my life I felt humiliated. At age 15 i started building muscle and an attitude and i got tough enough to stop being held and beaten. I have had three very physical job in my life time. All required a very hard gut. Im competitive. Love seeing how much punishment I can take. Yes its an endorphin rush and a major turn on. Im 72. Still in shape and still turned on when I can take more than my puncher. I never feel humiliated
GPNavelPuncher (0)
4/11/2024 10:40 AM(In reply to this)
Yeah, NewRassler. I like your statement "I love seeing how much punishment I can take." Your SEXY ABS have no limits when it comes to Gutpunching! The more you take, the better it becomes for both you and your (lucky!) Gutpuncher. Keep the Gut Punches coming every day...fast, hard and DEEP. Don't EVER slow down! 👊👊👊👊💥🥵🔥💪
big belly (0)
4/09/2024 4:09 AMfor me it's a turn on givign & recieving harder the better!!!
Robin-hearts (3)
4/08/2024 7:48 PMI've been given a good gut beating plenty of times, often with other people watching. I agree, it's definitely embarrassing taking blow after blow to your vulnerable stomach, feeling helpless as others watch you try to catch your breath.
Love the humiliation from getting your stomach softened up while being stripped down to or already wearing barely anything at all like a thong or gstring. There's this sexy dicotimy between feeling hot and humiliated at the same time. Please log in to view gallery photos.
BobL1957 (18)
4/13/2024 12:45 PM(In reply to this)
I'd enjoy watching you take it in that tender gut. Seeing you slowly go weak, hearing your sounds come from your mouth as your gut took more and more punishment .
mikey3458 (25 )
4/14/2024 5:49 AM(In reply to this)
I would love to be your gut jobber. Take all you can give and see how long I can go, push me way past my limits.
MarkosA (0)
4/08/2024 10:51 PM(In reply to this)
I think it's because the belly is generally soft and weak. And right in the center of your body. A blow there bares that vulnerability for everyone to witness.
Dudepunish (12)
4/12/2024 1:34 AM(In reply to this)
Yeah i'd like to take u down in ya BELLY....
hardpunch (20)
4/09/2024 12:10 AM(In reply to this)
That's a perfect description.
hardpunch (20)
4/08/2024 7:30 PMI feel the same way. The mix of eroticism and humiliation is a real turn on for me. I love watching videos where a smaller, weaker guy is getting systematically worked over by a bigger, in shape guy in front of a bunch of other guys. A good scene would be in a bar or or back alley where I'm getting worked over in a 2 on 1 scene while other guys are standing around laughing at me and jerking off to the action. The sense of de-masculinization is very strong and stems from a fear of being seen as a weakling as a kid, unable to fight back and protect myself. But it's also a turn on because I like the feeling of being dominated by another man, mainly by using his fists on my stomach. It's a complicated yet exciting feeling.
MarkosA (0)
4/08/2024 10:54 PM(In reply to this)
Would the feeling of demasculation be the same if they didn't aim their blows for your stomach ?
Luctator (3)
4/09/2024 7:46 AM(In reply to this)
For me, the (strong) abs are a true sign of masculinity. Working a guy over in his stomach and eventually trying to break him is therefore an ultimate sign of showing my strength over him :)
NorthwestGPer (2)
4/10/2024 7:11 AM(In reply to this)
I agree with at least your first part. A reasonably fit and trim guy is a sign a masculinity. That doesn't necessarily mean mean Joe Sixpack, but kudos for those that are. Having strong abs is masculine as is overall fitness. To be able to withstand some gut bashing is another sign of fit abs and toughness. Being a virile and fit male is a great trait of manhood. The sum it up, it's being a physically fit man.
MarkosA (0)
4/09/2024 1:58 PM(In reply to this)
What would you think about a guy that gets hurt from a belly blow?
Luctator (3)
4/09/2024 2:27 PM(In reply to this)
That he has something to train for lol. Better luck next time :)
topboxer (6)
4/07/2024 12:26 PMTrading gut punches with another in shape guy is arousing, especially if my abs can take his punches without hurting much and I see him weakening. Full hard on when he drops to his knees.
MarkosA (0)
4/07/2024 12:37 AMI always felt that there is something deeply emasculating to being hit and hurt in the belly. Especially in front of others. I get hit a lot in the stomach. And I have been caught, plenty of times, of guard by an unexpected punch in the gut. In every instance I felt humiliated by it. Besides a wave of arousal. Does anyone else feels that way?
GPNavelPuncher (0)
4/07/2024 12:57 PM(In reply to this)
It is not humiliating to be gutpunched for Jobbers who crave it. They enjoy showing off their reddened stomach skin after session, as a sign of success, how much they can take...the more the better! It is especially satisfying when Jobber is tied up in bondage so he cannot resist the gut punches..."Bring it on faster, harder, deeper!"
👊👊👊👊👊👊💥🥵🔥💪
MarkosA (0)
4/07/2024 2:25 PM(In reply to this)
I think for some being humiliated or getting "owned " is part the reason why they crave it.
hardpunch (20)
4/08/2024 7:32 PM(In reply to this)
Exactly the way I feel.
GPNavelPuncher (0)
4/07/2024 3:36 PM(In reply to this)
You are absolutely CORRECT. Some guys enjoy abuse. HOT!🔥