The men around us Oooohhh’d at the sight of his fist sinking up to the wrist in my bowels. 

To cap him off, I latticed my fingers behind Buck’s neck and pulled him forward as I drove my knee up into his soft organs.

The deepest tangles of my bowels were his targets, again and again.

For a gutpunch novice, his body absorbed my fist really well.

Between my spine and his powerful knuckles was only a soft padding of intestines begging to be mercilessly worked over.

Tobias kept his deviant expression as he adjusted his stance before launching his fist as though from a cannon.

He kneed up into my groin, impacting my balls and sending an almost unbearable pain through my belly.

I thought I might cum handsfree, but he switched tactics – suddenly, he was back to uppercuts.

The steel toe of his work boot plunged through my bowels, only coming to a stop on account of the cement wall behind me.

“You’ve got a tough set of guts in there, I’ll tell ya that much.”

I put my hands behind my back, arching slightly to present my soft muscle gut to him.

His fist was still in my belly. He pumped his fist into my intestines a few times. “We’re not done here,” he said.

These uppercuts to the “pit of the gut” – above the navel – were Matthew’s favorite way to be gut punched - they delivered the most pain.

My fist plowed straight into his soft organs, the impact into Jace’s upper guts briefly causing his lower abs to bulge out…

His big fist was lined up with my bladder, prostate, and lower intestines, just on the other side of my unflexed and jelly-soft muscle.

I drove another punch as deep as I could into Gannon’s pliant stomach. He was really letting me in there.

He rubbed his fist up and down my belly for a moment. “Relax your abs.”

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