"No!" you yell at this arrogant brat. Even at normal size he wears a permanent smirk, amused at every little reaction he gets out of others. If he pisses them off, great, they can't do a thing about it. If they ignore him, he sees how much they can take. If they try to laugh along, he sees just how far they'll let him go. Now he just chuckles. He has complete power over you. The only reason he asked the question was to see how much he had to punish you. You refuse to give in to his will. You will not be dominated by the overwhelming cockiness that he gets from an overabundance of testosterone. Finally, he speaks, "That wasn't really a question, little man. The answer was yes." Jack pulls up his sweatshirt, showing off his abs. "See these little dude. Those are my muscles, and right now you're smaller than them. I could crush you like the little shit you are, but I don't want to give up my slave just yet.", Jack begins to come towards you. He reaches for you and...
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