As you try to get up your pitiful attempt is jeopardized by Josh delivering a powerful kick to your ribs that sends you rolling on your back. 'Aaaaahhhh...' 'Did I allow you to get up, loser?' As you do not react quick enough he answers the question himself. You feel so helpless, as he slowly raises his leg and inflicts a powerful trampling kick into your stomach with the ball of his foot.
'Uuuuuughhhh...Ugh..Eehhhh...' You moan weakly as your tormentor puts more pressure on your stomach by leaning forward and resting his arm on his upper leg. 'No, I told you to stay right where you are, whimp. You understand?' You grimace and nod in pain as he grinds his foot deeper into my body. 'Good.' he says. 'I have longed for getting you under my control since the first time I saw you, pathetic weed. And you were really stupid enough to attack me. Hahaha, I can't believe it.' With this he takes his foot out of your stomach and puts it under your chin, forcing your head into your neck until you are sure your muscles started to cramp.
The strong stench of his footsweat hits your nose, and makes the whole situation all the more ashaming. 'How does this feel, huh? Getting your head kicked around by a younger boy?' You are unable to answer, just let out some pitiful moans, but in fact it is the most degrading experience of your life. So far.
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