Stan saw he was distracted and swung the bat at full power straight into Ken's lower abs. Ken looked down seeing the bat. He coughed again, and like before sprayed some spit on Stan, only this time it was on his elbow.
He waited till his stomach fell, knowing that was when he was taking a breath. I realized that three of the guys had left on a beer run. Meiko and Max were the two goons Mick decided to send to capture Alan and bring him to the warehouse for some thorough gut punishment. He had just finished his usual abs workout. For years, he posted video after video and pic after pic and waited for someone to accept his offer to beat him. This time, I couldn't help but grin with him. The sweat mixed with the oil from his skin and produced a glow from his muscular body that is usually only seen on a posing platform at a bodybuilding contest. Usually, guys would be moaning by now, he knew he would. Ken saw Stan's next punch coming, so he took in a deep breath and unflexed his stomach. Never had Ken felt a blow go that deep into his gut. And that wasn't going to change any time soon. He seemed to break out into a sweat just as I threw the shirt to the corner. I saw my belly heaving up above the rib line then sinking down well below showing the arc of my ribs. Then, Stan took out some duck tape form his pocket and taped the where the two U's met together. If you ever got punched in the stomach, you would probably want the pain to go away as quick as possible. I couldn't help but slam a few hammer fist into his chest and abs as I worked on him. Sure would be nice to smack on some real flesh right now! Finally, he came to a bench where he sat down for a break. Stan grabbed Ken's shoulders and launched a knee straight into the pit of his gut. It was extremely humid and lightning began flashing through the exhaust filled air. For every punch Stan had given him so far, he had never flexed. I had been quite athletic in high school and college and still showed it. I launched an arsonal of 25 reverse punches into his gut, first into his stomach then working my way down to his bush. Then he left and came back with a couple of towels for them both. I always figured that my abs were still plenty hard but it would soon become painfully obvious that they didn't have the endurance they once had.
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