Hey, muscle-boy. I've got a job for you, and your fists. Yes, I've been teasing another loser-boy. This one is a belly-button freak. I call him Belly Boy. He tells me I have the most beautiful belly-button he's ever seen. I have a "goddess navel." He wants to worship my belly-button. Well, it's time for this wimp to get his beatdown. And I want you to give him a humiliation-beating, right in front of me. You know how much I love watching you beat up the wimps and sissies who fall in love with me. So, will you do it for me? Will you beat up my poor Belly Boy? I knew you would.

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Hey, muscle-boy. I've got a job for you, and your fists. Yes, I've been teasing another loser-boy. This one is a belly-button freak. I call him Belly Boy. He tells me I have the most beautiful belly-button he's ever seen. I have a "goddess navel." He wants to worship my belly-button. Well, it's time for this wimp to get his beatdown. And I want you to give him a humiliation-beating, right in front of me. You know how much I love watching you beat up the wimps and sissies who fall in love with me. So, will you do it for me? Will you beat up my poor Belly Boy? I knew you would.

Now, listen. I want you to give it to him right in the belly. That's all you have to do. He's weak. Soft-bellied. One punch in the belly and he will fold. So that's what you do. Slug him in the gut. Punch his belly as hard as you can. He's soft. He can't take it in the belly. So that's where I want you to hurt him. Shove your fist right in his belly! And when he doubles over with all the wind knocked out of him? I want you to pull him up and give it to him again. Punch him as hard as you can in the stomach.
I said one belly punch would beat him up. I didn't say I wanted you to stop at one. I want to see you use his stomach as a punching bag. I want to see it all: Jabs, uppercuts, judo chops -- right in his bare belly. And when he drops to his knees because you punched his belly so hard? I want you to kick him in the belly. That's right, kick his belly. I can't wait to see the sad look on his face when he feels you bury your boot in his belly. I've been dreaming of how my devoted Belly Boy will look with your fist rammed in his stomach. I want to see him suffer. With his mouth open and all the wind knocked out of him. Because you socked him in the belly.

Wait till you see him. His belly is a perfect target for a belly punch. Don't give him any warning. Just walk right up to him and punch him in the stomach. Stuff your fist in his gut. Do it for me. I'll make it worth your while. I want to laugh while I watch him crawl on his belly in humiliation. When he's down, mock him and taunt him. Say, "Get up, you wimp, so I can give you another punch in the belly." He'll know I told you to do it. He'll know I lured him into it. And I'll be right there mocking him. "What's wrong, Belly Boy? Don't you want to impress me? Get up and try to fight." And he will. The fool will do whatever I tell him to do. Then you'll slam your fist into his stomach. Right in the belly. Let's see if he still wants to kiss my belly-button after you get through beating up his belly. I'm going to offer it to him. "Want to lick my navel, Belly Boy? Here's your chance." But he'll be flat on his back, and you'll be grinding your heel into his bare beaten belly. Just the way I want.