My knees buckled slightly as my guts seemed to liquify under his fist.

His left hand wandered down my torso, fingers tracing the ridges of my abs before coming to rest on my half-flexed belly.

A subtle gurgling sound emanated from deep within the jock’s beaten insides.

I drive a punch into him, feeling nothing but jelly intestines as my knuckles plumb the depth of his gut, a whoof of air rushing from his throat, turning into a moan.

My knuckles speared into the soft pocket just below his navel, where his intestines hung heaviest.

Relaxed for him, my gut hangs out of my body just slightly, my slack abs doing nothing to hold back the weight of my settled guts.

"Look at that," he murmurs. "The way your belly reinflates after I punch it... like your entrails are breathing.”

And then, I see it. The moment his abs give way, his monster gut puffing out into a massive, meaty pillow.

"Do it again. Punch him harder this time."

"Let's start this livestream, then."

Each blow landed with a wet thud in his sweaty belly, his flesh giving way, soft and pliant.

Nolan's eyes rolled back, a groan of pure ecstasy escaping his lips. His body trembled, absorbing the force.

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"Your intestines," Javi moaned. "I love how they move under my fists."

He slammed another punch below my navel. The impact sent shockwaves through my intestines.

“Show me what it’s like to get beaten down by a violent beast, Leo.”

It was his gut that held my attention — a soft, relaxed, eager dome that I ached to drive a fist into.

Each punch sent a thrill through me, the squelching of his gut mingling with his deep, guttural grunts.

I smirked at him. “Get in the ring, pretty boy,” he commanded.

Oliver whistled. “You don’t know how badly I need to kick the shit out of a jock.”