Chapter 9
by 
kalanac
How does the fight go?
He quickly surrenders
"I yield! I yield!" he shouts, nursing the sore ribs you've given him. He cowers before you, defeated and in no state to fight back. The brief scuffle has proven to be quite exhilarating. You're rarely in a position of such power over another person and it's pretty intoxicating. Back home, you were usually on the receiving end of this sort of thing, usually at the hands of your father, but it wasn't uncommon for you to get into scrapes with some of the other locals. One of your bullies in particular to great pleasure in humiliating you, knocking the wind out of you then forcing you to touch him.
This time, however, it's you who has won. Maybe its time for you to have your own fun...