Kenny Starr: 5'9, 175 lbs
The two gutbashing pugilists square off with Ash showing off his toned core for the rookie
Ash is like a dog with a bone(r) as he lays a furious flurry of blows to Kenny's shredded core
Kenny is ripped and ready to go in his debut against BGEast resident gutbash fetishist
Taking his resistance training to the next level, Ash pours more torture on Kenny's beleagured core
Ash DeLeon laces up his golden gloves to lay waste to the newcomer's unsuspecting abs
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"You done fucked yourself over now, boy!"
Wrestling of all sorts is an instant turn on for Ash DeLeon. But the burning hot core of his lust is gut bashing. Any gut will do to turn Ash's crank, but the more ripped and impervious the set of abdominal muscles, the deeper his thrill in pummeling them. His crotch tingles at the sound of his fists thumping into washboard abs. The feel of sculpted muscles turning to mush beneath his pounding knuckles is Ash's ideal aphrodisiac.
Kenny Star runs in several of the same circles that Ash does. The first moment Ash caught sight of Kenny shirtless, he knew he had to conquer his armored core. Kenny sports a perpetually smirking fratboy face and the physique of the Greek god Hermes. There's mischief and mystery in his impish grin and sculpted muscles. He's as solid as obsidian, and his aesthetically perfect core is a silent, defiant challenge to a voracious gut basher like Ash.
"You showed up," Kenny smirks, as if surprised that Ash had the balls to accept his challenge. The ripped rookie sports baggy red trunks, white boots, and boxing gloves. "I couldn't miss out on this," Ash grins, pointing up and down Kenny's muscled body admiringly. Ash is all business in Muay Thai trunks and sparring gloves, a fresh, bold swath of ink down his left thigh. They agree to a clean fight, no low blows, and no head shots. The victor will be the hungry young hunk who can take the best body shots his opponent has to offer and give back just that much more. "You aren't going to cry, are you," Kenny asks with a devilish grin, clearly hoping to savor every tear he can pound out of his opponent.
They trade gut punches, feeling each other out. Kenny is not a natural boxer, and Ash quickly backs the pretty boy into the ropes and lands a barrage of jabs. At first, the hard core rookie laughs them off, but when his eight-pack starts to glow red, Kenny lands a defensive roundhouse to the chin that nearly spins Ash's head all the way around.
They agree to trade free punches to test one another's core strength. One at a time, they take turns with their hands behind their heads, letting each other give it their best shot. In sheer power, Kenny's muscle-packed blows look like they make the bigger impact. When he doubles Ash over, the studly rookie can't help himself but follow up with combination punches, working the advantage and the agreed-upon rules be damned.
The veneer of a civilized gut punching duel shatters as egos grow as bruised as abdominal muscles. Kenny is the first to fling off his gloves, roping Ash into a side headlock and dragging him to the mat. "Come on, pretty boy," Kenny crows with delight, grinding Ash's face into his lush, meaty chest.
More than just gloves are ripped off. The boxing trunks are forcibly removed, as the grappling grows more intimately vicious. "What are you, an underwear model," Ash asks condescendingly, taking note of the rookie's designer briefs squeezed tightly across his muscled ass. "You done fucked yourself over now, boy," Kenny snarls, his perpetual grin suddenly replaced by a serious-as-fuck snarl.
The primary objective remains obliterating each other's guts with punches, claws, and stomps. Ash holds the momentum long and hard, clearly turning him on by the second. The notorious gut puncher keeps being distracted by the divine body stretched out before him. Rather than put Kenny out cold in a dragon sleeper, Ash slides the palms of his free hand down the rookie's hairy pecs and rippled torso, stroking and squeezing Kenny's quivering crotch. A rookie he may be, but Kenny knows how to exploit an opponent distracted by his phenomenal physique. His shock-and-awe muscles turn the tables, nearly ripping Ash's shoulders out of their sockets until the upperclassman gives a gasping, disbelieving first fall submission.
Hot and horny, the briefs are ripped off, and the fierce young pugilists battle in jock straps for the ultimate victory. Muscled cores crumble. Abdominal walls come crashing down. Seeing the writing on the wall, one overwhelmed hunk tries to crawl for the exit, weeping, "I've got to get out of here!" But there's just one way out, and that way is unable to flex his destroyed core and defend himself any further. Writhing in a pool of his own sweat and tears, one would-be gut puncher learns the lesson of biting off way more than he can chew.
Kenny can't catch a break as his back is bent over Ash's knee in an arching, inverted headlock
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Kenny rubs Ash's face in it with a hammer and leg lock combination hold on the mats
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Golden boy Ash continues to tenderize and soften Kenny's abs with a crippling bodyscissors
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Perched in a reverse schoolboy, Ash appears to drill for oil in Kenny's midsection
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Ash isn't going to let up until Kenny's abs are mush as he drags him up in the corner by his trunks
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Kenny dangles helpless from the ropes as Ash employs everything he can to break those abs
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Ash DeLeon: 5'8, 165 lbs
The rookie finds himself wrapped and wrecked in Ash's leg-pulling abstretch variation
Kenny pulls futilely at DeLeon's arms in a desperate bid to escape the gut crushing bearhug
The boyish charm can't belie the heel urges as Kenny lays a thundering bitchslap to a trapped Ash
Ash takes a sneak peek at his spoils of war in a trunk-pulling schoolboy pin
The new Starr smolders, not yet knowing what torture awaits his chiseled, sculpted midsection
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