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The Hostages Part One

Music blasted in Alex's headphones as he took off in a run down the hiking trail behind his house. He always did this first thing in the morning. Alex and his best friend Alan were the stars of their college's Cross Country Running team and, in order to keep their scholarships, they had to keep their bodies tight and in shape. While Alan was more defined and cut than he was, Alex held his own. Alex was shirtless, wearing only jogging pants and his favorite running shoes as the crisp summer sun warmed his skin. The music played as sweat began to trickle down his back. Finally, he came to a bench where he sat down for a break. He hated not "working out" when he was supposed to be training and he really wanted to get more toned to keep up with his friend, so, instead of resting, he hung his legs off the end of the bench and began doing leg lifts. His abdominal muscles flexed beautifully with every pull of his legs. Mick, a tough-looking, hard faced man walked up to Alex from the opposite end of the bench and stared down at him. His tank top clinged to him and his face was focused and stern.

"You got a problem guy?" Alex asked, as he continued his workout staring at the creepy bystander.

"Actually, I do," said Mick, as he flexed his bicep and shoved a fist down onto Alex's hard abs.

"UGH!" Alex groaned, not expecting the onslaught. He quickly rolled off the bench and leapt to his feet. Waiting no time, Mick swung at Alex's face, but Alex ducked and sent a powerful uppercut into Mick's solar plexus.

"OOMPH!" Mick yelled as Alex's fist connected with his stomach. Mick wobbled and he's knees gave out.

"Uh-Uh! You had a problem with me, now I have a problem with you!" yelled Alex, throwing two more hard, fast punches into Mick's middle gut, right above the navel. Mick shot his head up in pain and squeezed his eyes shut, but didn't make a sound.

"Oh, so you want more, huh? I can definitely give you more!" Alex said, licking his lips. Alex shoved Mix's chest and slammed his back into a nearby tree. He then assaulted began pushing punch after punch into Mick's lower and middle abs. Mick's mouth hung open, and drool dripped out, but no sound came out, which puzzled Alex. Usually, guys would be moaning by now, he knew he would. He stopped.

"What's wrong with you guy?" Alex asked, holding Mick up.

"Nothing…" Mick groaned. "I can take your pathetic punches!"

"So, you can take my punches, but can you take my knees?" Alex asked as he grabbed Mick's shoulders and drove three knees into Mick's lower gut. Drool poured from Mick's mouth as he dropped to the ground. He was in trouble. Mick breathed heavy, sucking in as much air as he could. Mick was a tough guy and, although he could barely breath, he still got up and socked Alex in the jaw. It was the hardest punch Alex ever took. He went down onto his back, the grassy dirt scrapping against his bare skin.

Mick kneeled beside Alex, cupped his hands together over his head and drove his doubled fists down hard into Alex's middle abs. Alex's body jackknifed and pain swelled inside him. He wanted to die right there, after one punch. Mick did it again, and again, five more times. Alex was moaning loudly on the ground, barely awake.

"Let's go!" Mick said, hoisting Alex over his shoulder. The pressure from Mick's shoulder into Alex's stomach made him drool all the way to wherever Mick was taking him. He wished he could faint, but he found himself getting hard in his shorts, his body wanting more.

After what felt like an hour, they entered a warehouse and Mick chained Alec to a wall, stretching his arms and legs out to his sides. Alex was confined now, barely able to move. His head rested on his chest, his lips chapped and his face pale. All he wanted to do was go for a morning run but was instead treated to a workout session from hell. Both men were drenched in sweat, so much so that, after chaining Alex up, Mick removed his tank top. For the first time, Alex finally saw how built his attacker was… no wonder why he was able to take so many of his punches!

"Where is he?" asked Mick, as he slammed a deep uppercut into Alex's solar plexus. Alex's cheeks puffed out and he moaned.

"Who?" Alex asked through the pain.

"Your star athlete, your best friend…" Mick got real close to Alex's face. "Alan." Alex looked up at him. What would he want with Alan?

"I don't know a -" but Alex was interrupted by three shots to his navel, each one making him moan out in agony. Mick pulled his fast back in rage.

"Don't fucking lie to me! We have been watching you! If you don't tell me where he is, then I will knock your pathetic ass out just to wake you up and go through this all over again!" Alex stared at him and, before he could talk, his phone rang out from inside his pocket. Mick pulled the iPhone out and looked at the caller ID. It read "Allan 18587 Tinbuck St." He smiled at Alex who had moaned in sorrow, knowing he just condemned his best friend to the same punishment he has been put through, if not worse.

"Thank you Alex!" said Mick as he gave Alex a nice blow to the lower abs and then walked out, listening to him moan deeply.

Meiko and Max were the two goons Mick decided to send to capture Alan and bring him to the warehouse for some thorough gut punishment. Allan was a lot stronger than they were, but Mick had no doubt that they could take Allan together. They pulled up to his house and knocked on the door. When Allan answered it, Meiko and Max almost dropped their jaws in amazement. Allan was one very good-looking dude and he must have been getting ready for bed because all he had on was a pair of briefs.

"Can I help you?" Alan asked.

"Uh yes, we're lost, can you point us in the right direction?" asked Max as Allan stepped out of his house and onto his porch.

"Well, where did you want to go?" asked Allan.

"How about," Meiko began, but stopped speaking and slugged Alan. He punched Alan in the side of his face instead. Meiko followed the blow up with a hard shot to his abs, but with Allan being as built as he was, he simply flexed his amazing stomach and took each punch with ease. Then Max came at him with his fist high. Alan swung his fist and socked Max in the Jaw as Meiko kept on punching him in the stomach. Meiko looked up at him in amazement.

"Are you done yet?" Alan asked. Meiko gulped as Allan gave Meiko a taste of his own medicine. Alan swung a powerful uppercut into Meiko's solar plexus, knocking all the wind out of him. Meiko fell to the ground and Alan turned to Max. Max was holding his jaw and he was bent over, yelping in pain.

"Hey! Why are you guys here?" Alan asked and Max as he gripped the goons' throat. He got only silence in return as Max clawed at Alan's wrists. "Wrong answer!" Allan drove his fist deep into Max's lower guts and Max cried in pain. "Let's try it again. Why are you here?"

"We were sent!" shouted Max through his chokes. Alan gripped him harder, his muscles bulging.

"Sent by who?" Alan still had his arm extended for another punch. Again, Max didn't answer. Alan drove three amazing uppercuts into Max's solar plexus. Max let out loud "OOOMPH'S!" with each one.

"Who sent you!?" Allan asked again.

"Mick! It was Mick! He wants to gutpunch you and your friend!" cried Max in horrible pain.

"Who the fuck is Mick? And what firend?" Alan thought to himself as Meiko began to creep up behind him.

"Hiya!" Meiko shouted as he thrusted his foot up into Alan's balls. Alan's eyes widened with pain and he fell to the cement, cupping his dick with his hands.

"You okay?" Meiko asked Max as he massaged his friends stomach.

"Yea, I'm fine, just get him so we can go!" replied Max as he gulped for air. Meiko nodded and turned to Alan. He was still cupping his balls on the ground. Meiko pulled Allan's arms apart, and flattened him onto his back. He sat on his chest and pinned Alan's arms behind his knees. Meiko then began slamming blow after blow down into Alan's upper abs and, though he was flexing, his dick pain was too much and his abs broke in the matter of minutes. Soon, Meiko's fists were disappearing into Alan's abs with ease.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOO!" moaned Allan with each blow to his pretty-boy abs. "Stop!" Alan begged, but Meiko continued to beat him. "OOOOO!" Alan's moans increased and then, his moans turned into agony as Max sat on his legs and began destroying his lower abs. He was getting badly beaten in two places of his stomach at once!

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He shouted as drool dripped from his mouth from the gut punching and pain in his chest. Finally, Meiko punched Alan deep in the solar plexus and Alan passed out.

To be continued….