… A Nice Catch for Dinner

The three teenagers set out with their backpacks several days earlier somewhere in northern Nevada. They were high school wrestling buddies, friends since their freshman year. Now seniors, about to graduate, they decided to get away one last time before post high school reality set in & college came running at them. None were ready to get into that mode as yet. So here they were, alone, away from everything & everyone… Or so they thought. They were all shirtless, only their packs touching their extraordinarily defined torsos. Each had that kind of abdominal meat that stuck out up near the sternum farther than the pectorals when viewed from the side. They were also all red heads, one of the things that brought them together.

“So how much farther till we break for lunch Mr. Geography?”, asked Steve, the 5’10” beef cake, of his buddy.

“Stop callin’ me that Stevo,” Blurted back Craig in slight annoyance. “Just cause I’m the only one who understands these topo’s doesn’t mean ya gotta keep at me with that dork nick.”

“OK Guys. Seems like now might be lunch time.” Stated Price, his 5’ 11” frame showing slight strain from the heavy pack he’d been lugging for the last few days. “How about around this corner past those big boulders”. The others nodded in approval.

Silently they turned the corner… Only to find a HUGE bodybuilder standing there, wearing a grey sweatshirt. ‘A hundred friggin degrees & this side of beef needs to wear a Sweatshirt?’ thought Craig to himself.

“Hey dudes”, spoke the muscle bound stranger. “What y’all doin’ out here in the middle a nowhere?”

Before any of them could respond, several other sweatshirt clad bodybuilder types emerged from all directions through the boulders. The three teen wrestler studs instantly began to panic. No words were spoken. Steve tried to make a run for it but was tackled to the ground by a huge blonde side of beef.

The muscle men began to close in on the other two as Steve was bound, hands behind his back, & tied to his ankles. “H-Hey n-now… W-w-wait a minute guys..” , stammered Price. “Trouble is not somethin’ we’re lookin for here”.

A brown haired hispanic looking muscle stud sauntered up to Price & said, “Too late.” And with that he snapped his fingers & four other bodybuilder slabs quickly grabbed & tied the other two boys like the first. They were then lifted effortlessly onto the backs of their captors & hauled off to the Herd encampment.

They had wandered too close. The Herd had been watching them for more than a day before it was decided they had to be taken care of. Fortunately they appeared as though they would provide good quality meat for the Herd warriors. Not quite bodybuilders, but still.. Lean solid high school wrestler beef. They would provide Cody & Esteban’s Herd with quite a feast on this last night before the big final battle.

As the small band of Herd warriors neared their camp their approach was noticed and responded to with calls of “Look at the sweat belly meat on that one!” and “Fresh Gut Strip Steak!” and “It’s Target Practice Time!!” and the like. Everyone followed the warriors & their catch to the fire area, where the teens were tossed on the ground, the packs still on their backs, and then made to stay on their knees, with the ropes at their ankles anchored to poles in the ground. All the while the three of them were shouting or whimperingly requesting such phrases as “who the hell are you guys?” “what did we do” “why are you doin this ?” “what ya gonna do to us” “please let me go!” “you guys are fuckin assholes!”…

Then, their captors, all at once, pulled off their sweatshirts. Two of the three teens gasped in astonishment. But Price got this wicked little smile on his face, and something began to grow down under. He was captivated by the sight of these beautiful muscle men with their deep gut hole. He suddenly had a million & one questions… But then the reality of the situation caught up with him as he heard his friend Craig suddenly state “You guys are fuckin Queers!”

“Craig,” blurted Price.. “You aren’t helping. Let’s find out what they want.”

The guys Craig was staring at when he made his last statement walked up to him, turned to each other, locked their lips & grabbed each others asses. They were Cody & Esteban. Cody then stepped back from his lover and quickly RIFLED his fist into Esteban’s fine thick rock upper gut meat.. and AGAIN.. And AGAIN… Fast! For nearly a minute the solid thud of a man’s fist hitting abdominal strip steak resonated throughout the campsite. Craig & Steve were in open-mouthed terror. Price was wide eyed & ready to start drooling, his cock obviously at full erecting beneath his Jeans.

Then Esteban walked over to Price, who sucked in his fine lean rock gut meat in anticipation of what he HOPED was to come. “Got what it takes to feel a real man’s fist in the gut little boy?” Price sucked in harder.

Esteban got on his knees in front of the fine specimen of 18 year old male slab beef and press his fist into the target area, above the navel, of his captive. Price got a huge grin as he felt this real man’s hand at his own belly. He never would have realized how good this could feel. He wanted more, and the grin on his face only proved it.

“You’re as fuckin queer as the rest of these sick fags,” blurted Steve, gazing in disbelief at his friend. “You actually LIKE all this shit!”

Price slowly turned to stare back at his wrestlin’ bud, still wearing the grin. Then he gazed up at the handsome face of the man holding his fist at his gut. “Ya want more?” requested Esteban. Think ya can take it as deep as me?”

Price glanced down at the very deep & recently opened gut hole of his captor. “I’ll take anything you fuckin’ muscle heads wanna dish out.” Esteban suddenly RAMMED his fist into the fine gut steak… It was barely winded. ‘I can fuckin TAKE it’ thought Price, hoping for more.

“Hey Esteban. We’re all getting’ hungry bro. Let’s do what we gotta do, said his lover. With a slight sigh, he glared into his captives eyes & said “ Guess we’re gonna find out what ya really can take”. Price was puzzled. Steve & Craig were TERRIFIED. Even more so when two muscle men, one of them just finished with a little gut fucking session with his lover, blood running down from his belly hole, quickly approached the three. Esteban stopped the guy approaching Price & said, “I wanna see this slab get off on feelin’ it.”

The muscle man just nodded & stepped back. The other two teen studs were in shock, Steve was screaming helplessly as the muscle men with swords quickly knelt down in front of them, placed the blades in the upper belly a few inches directly above the navel, THRUST in three or four inches, & sawed down their middle bellies towards the crotch, intestines suddenly plopping out, blood everywhere. They were both dead by the time the blades hit the penus, their bodies sprawled over their backpacks, guts spilled, ribs thrust up.

“You gonna just gut me too?” asked Price of his captor.

“No dude. You seem like you can appreciate this. Wish I didn’t have ta slaughter ya, but I can at least let ya know what it’s like to get off like a real man.”

Price rocked up his abs & nodded at Esteban, who placed the blade in “the spot”. “Suck in the abs first dude, stated Esteban. “After it presses in real good, THEN rock up your abdominals without pushing away the blade. It’ll make it sink in harder, better. It’ll hurt more, wrapping your gut strip steaks around the cold steel.”

Price complied. Damn but he looked fine in that position, shirtless, backpack straining at him, a muscle god leaning over him pressing in a fine long blade. His slightly freckled red-headed cute face trying to remain emotionless. He was gonna TAKE it like a man. He’d show Steve & Craig how it’s done. The wusses. Out of the corner of his left eye he could barely see what appeared to be the two strips of abdominal steak that were part of Steve being carried off to the grill. ‘Love to taste that’ he thought.

THRUST… It went in two inches. He then ROCKED up his gut meat, forcing it in another inch. Esteban then placed his left hand on Prices right shoulder. “Dude, you’re takin it well. Like a real man. Enjoy it dude..”

Price then suddenly sucked in his gut again, but the pain suddenly shot throughout his mid to lower torso making him cringe slightly. Esteban then pressed hard again. The blade was in 4 inches. Price then felt the blade slowly being retrieved from the wound. As it almost reached the point of leaving his gut, it began to come back in. He was being GUT fucked with the cold steel and found himself in painful ecstasy. In.. Out.. In.. Out.. slightly faster… then faster… Then he suddenly came.. Esteban noticed & said, “Die well stud”, & quickly forced the blade point, which was nearly five inches inside the young man’s belly, sharply down towards the intestine, cutting the liver in two in the process.

“Garggg…Ughhh”, stammered Price as the blade was sawed down towards his crotch. The slab went limp. Esteban began to carve the pec, bicep & abdominal steaks. ‘Nice thigh roasts too’ he thought as he went about his business…