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

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.

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

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.

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

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