Hey guys,
In this story I will tell you how my fetish started.
Since I was 14 years old I wanted to have a six pack since a lot of girls told me that they think it's sexy. So I started to train my abs and when I was 16 I started to go to the gym. I got compliments more often, not only from girls but also from guys who were kind of jealous. The more compliments I got the more often I went shirtless, which gave me even more compliments. Once a girl was flirting with me, but she already had a boyfriend. After the girl had to leave for a lesson her boyfriend came to me. Her boyfriend also looked quite strong but was younger and smaller than I was. He told me to leave his girlfriend alone and I said that's fine.
One day we went to the beach with a couple of guys from my school and the girl who was flirting with me before was there as well. I didn't recognize her first but then she came to me, she was wearing a black bikini and her whole belly was exposed. She had the best shape a woman could have and a deep round innie navel at the middle of her sexy tummy. I really loved the sight. When she asked me if I wanted to go and drink something with her, her boyfriend walked by again.
He told me he wanted to fight me, but not on the beach, but at 10 PM in front of the school 1 vs 1.
It was 9:55 PM when I arrived at the schoolyard, I didn't see anyone so I sat down on one of the benches. 2 guys grabbed me from behind and a third guy opened my mouth and made me drink something that looked like water, which I knew it wasn't. It didn't toke me long to faint.
When I woke up again I was bound to the bench... shirtless...
So there I was, shirtless, bound to a bench on the schoolyard.
When I woke up they were all smoking a cigarette When they were finished smoking they put the cigarettes off into my bellybutton and started hitting my abs.
They made a little competition from it, they all toke off their shirts. They pretty much all three had a six pack just like me. They started hitting my abs one by one. They hitted my until he asked them to stop, the one who did the last hit before I did stop won, and a next round started. The one who lost the last round was looking very angry, but I didn't know what he had to do. One of them toke a nail from about 5 inches out of his pocket. They put the sharp point in my belly button but didn't press them in yet. The legs and arms of the guy who lost the gutpunch round were tied together so he wasn't able to move that much. The other two guys lifted him right above my belly, they put him down in a way that the other side of the nail was in his bellybutton. They let the guy go and his whole weight was now on the sharp point in my navel. I felt intense pain.
The other guys were going to sit on the guy lying on me, I felt so much pain that I fainted. When I woke up I was bound the the roof of the smokers area. I was hanging about 2 cm above the ground. The three guys were standing in front of me with their shirts on. They started kicking me in the belly for about 5 minutes, then one of the guys toke out a blowgun and a black marker out of his bag. They drew a dartboard on my belly with the center in my navel. There were three rings, the outer one was 25 points, the second one 50 and the navel was 100. They walked about 10 meters away and all shot at me 3 times and did 3 rounds. Some darts didn't hit me, but the ones who did caused a lot of pain, one or two of them even hitted me right in the center of my bellybutton, and that hurt the most. The guy who lost had to take out the darts from my belly, but I had the chance to kick him, so I did.
Sadly enough, they did punish me for that... One of the guys dad owned a sports club and they had some kind of automatic ball shooting machine. I was bound to a tennis net and they pointed the machine right at my bellybutton with a laser pointer that was on it. They put 1200 tennis balls in it and made the machine shot 1 every 10 seconds at his max speed (don't know what it was, but it was really hard). After 20 minutes the machine stopped and the guys were gone. Because of the hard shots of the ball machine the ropes around my hands became lose and I was able to escape. I had learned my lesson and I had a red belly for the rest of the week.
In this story I will tell you how my fetish started.
Since I was 14 years old I wanted to have a six pack since a lot of girls told me that they think it's sexy. So I started to train my abs and when I was 16 I started to go to the gym. I got compliments more often, not only from girls but also from guys who were kind of jealous. The more compliments I got the more often I went shirtless, which gave me even more compliments. Once a girl was flirting with me, but she already had a boyfriend. After the girl had to leave for a lesson her boyfriend came to me. Her boyfriend also looked quite strong but was younger and smaller than I was. He told me to leave his girlfriend alone and I said that's fine.
One day we went to the beach with a couple of guys from my school and the girl who was flirting with me before was there as well. I didn't recognize her first but then she came to me, she was wearing a black bikini and her whole belly was exposed. She had the best shape a woman could have and a deep round innie navel at the middle of her sexy tummy. I really loved the sight. When she asked me if I wanted to go and drink something with her, her boyfriend walked by again.
He told me he wanted to fight me, but not on the beach, but at 10 PM in front of the school 1 vs 1.
It was 9:55 PM when I arrived at the schoolyard, I didn't see anyone so I sat down on one of the benches. 2 guys grabbed me from behind and a third guy opened my mouth and made me drink something that looked like water, which I knew it wasn't. It didn't toke me long to faint.
When I woke up again I was bound to the bench... shirtless...
So there I was, shirtless, bound to a bench on the schoolyard.
When I woke up they were all smoking a cigarette When they were finished smoking they put the cigarettes off into my bellybutton and started hitting my abs.
They made a little competition from it, they all toke off their shirts. They pretty much all three had a six pack just like me. They started hitting my abs one by one. They hitted my until he asked them to stop, the one who did the last hit before I did stop won, and a next round started. The one who lost the last round was looking very angry, but I didn't know what he had to do. One of them toke a nail from about 5 inches out of his pocket. They put the sharp point in my belly button but didn't press them in yet. The legs and arms of the guy who lost the gutpunch round were tied together so he wasn't able to move that much. The other two guys lifted him right above my belly, they put him down in a way that the other side of the nail was in his bellybutton. They let the guy go and his whole weight was now on the sharp point in my navel. I felt intense pain.
The other guys were going to sit on the guy lying on me, I felt so much pain that I fainted. When I woke up I was bound the the roof of the smokers area. I was hanging about 2 cm above the ground. The three guys were standing in front of me with their shirts on. They started kicking me in the belly for about 5 minutes, then one of the guys toke out a blowgun and a black marker out of his bag. They drew a dartboard on my belly with the center in my navel. There were three rings, the outer one was 25 points, the second one 50 and the navel was 100. They walked about 10 meters away and all shot at me 3 times and did 3 rounds. Some darts didn't hit me, but the ones who did caused a lot of pain, one or two of them even hitted me right in the center of my bellybutton, and that hurt the most. The guy who lost had to take out the darts from my belly, but I had the chance to kick him, so I did.
Sadly enough, they did punish me for that... One of the guys dad owned a sports club and they had some kind of automatic ball shooting machine. I was bound to a tennis net and they pointed the machine right at my bellybutton with a laser pointer that was on it. They put 1200 tennis balls in it and made the machine shot 1 every 10 seconds at his max speed (don't know what it was, but it was really hard). After 20 minutes the machine stopped and the guys were gone. Because of the hard shots of the ball machine the ropes around my hands became lose and I was able to escape. I had learned my lesson and I had a red belly for the rest of the week.
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