I Want You To Hit Me

          This is another story where I should probably warn you to not try what I did. This story starts by taking place at Dave's dad's house. It was just Dave and I hanging out in his dad's living room while he was off somewhere. At some point during our time down there I hatched an idea. I got up from the couch and said "I want you to hit me". "What?" Dave asked "Why would you want me to do that?". I explained to him that I wanted to harden my gut up and thought that if I had him hit me, it would build up a resistance of muscle.
          "No way, I'm not punching you in the gut" Dave said. "Oh come on" I said "Let's give it a try". After a bit more convincing he gave in. Before he started he said "I'm not going to use full force OK". "Fine" I said. I felt the pressure of his fist hitting me, but it didn't really hurt. "Alright" I said "again". "Again?" he asked. "That's right" I said "keep going". So he hit me again and I was still on my feet. I had him keep punching me for a bit longer. It got to the point where he wanted to end it so he gave a harder shot. The force of his punch made me fall back onto the couch behind me.
          I sat for a second than got back up again. "All right I'm ready" I said. "I'm not hitting you again" he said "I just knocked you into the couch". "Well now I'm back up again" I said "let's go". His next hit was even harder than the last and sent me into the couch again. I sat a bit longer this time and than got back up. "All right I'm good" I said. "No, I'm done" he said "this is sick, I'm gonna end up hurting you". I agreed that it may be time to stop.
          About a week later I had an appointment with the doctor. During that time he did a physical examination on me. When he was done he informed me that he found one of my organs was pressed up against my stomach. He warned that if it received too much physical force or trauma, it could rupture and bleed out. Which would of course lead to my death.
          I immediately thought of how I had just asked Dave to hit me in the same spot. I started laughing to myself about the whole thing. The next time I saw Dave I told him what the doctor said. With a sick look on his face he said "Oh my God, I could've killed. Don't ever ask me to hit you again, cause I'm not doing it".