A Brutal Stomp

Still recovering from my kick, you’re too dazed to react as I approach. I bring my foot down on your package, stomping cruelly, eliciting a deep grumble from you, trying in vain to hide how much pain you’re in.

My foot lingers as I bounce it on your aching manhood, the red fabric expanding as your bulge is compressed.

I raise my foot high to carry out another stomp. A smirk grows on my face, as I call out “Take this!”

My stance is wide, and not at all steady, but all my power is going into this stomp. You’re near certain there’s an opening.