Still no sink, just a percussive wave of pressure to his gut as he grunted, his abs absorbing the blow.

My knuckles plowed dead center into his lower gut…

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.