Both Travis and Striker have united to indulge in one of their favorite activities: making Husk moan in pain.
Travis has a genuine hatred for Husk, enjoying dominating someone he truly despise.
Striker simply wants to satisfy his torture and non-consensual gut punch fetish on a man he finds attractive.
And in the middle, poor Husk. Fully naked and completelly dominated again, his belly and lower belly the targets of an onslaught of punches.
His moans of pain, with his deep, growly and raspy voice, are echoing around.
His moans and begging are only answered by chuckles and mockery from his two attackers.
They both finds the whole thing very funny and enjoyable, contrary to Husk, who wants his suffering to end as soon as possible.
Unfortunately for the grumpy cat, it seems he still have a very long belly punch session ahead of him.

Striker: "Oh, it's feel so fucking good!"
Travis: "What's the problem, kitty-cat, huh? Having a bellyache? Ha! You're so pathetic."
Husk: "Oooooooooooooooohh....Aaaaaaaaaargh...."
Striker: "Oh! Your moans are so hot!"
Travis: "You really should see your face, Husker. It's so funny!"
Husk: "Ooooooooh....my...my belly...uuugh..."
Striker: "Hehehe. Your belly is ours now."
Travis: "Hell yeah. Your entire body is our propriety."
Husk: "Please...uurgh...please, stop...no more...please..."
Travis: "Huh? Stopping? Heh. You wish."
Striker: "Yeah, not gonna stop any time soon. Say, ready for round 2?"
Travis: "Fuck yeah, can't wait!"
Husk: "Nooooooooooooooooo...."