After all that pathetic moaning, I have my toy where I want him. Sitting on the cold, concrete floor, his back is pressed against the bare iron rods of the cage he was so recently held caprive by. Truly, stuck between a rock and a hard place as my immaculate heel threatens to burst those silly little orbs he hoards inside his fleshy groin. I cannot contain my smug pleasure as he twist in pain in response to my kicks. Yet despite his best pretense at suffering, his diguisting stick stands tall, glistening with insolance. Disguisting!

I should smash them into oblivion for such a sham...

After all that pathetic moaning, I have my toy where I want him. Sitting on the cold, concrete floor, his back is pressed against the bare iron rods of the cage he was so recently held caprive by. Truly, stuck between a rock and a hard place as my immaculate heel threatens to burst those silly little orbs he hoards inside his fleshy groin. I cannot contain my smug pleasure as he twist in pain in response to my kicks. Yet despite his best pretense at suffering, his diguisting stick stands tall, glistening with insolance. Disguisting!

I should smash them into oblivion for such a shameless display of disobedience. I make him kneel up and take more kicks until I find his spirit sufficiently bruised. When I finally alow this worm to touch itself, it is is with the sole purpose to destroy that which the weak gender finds most beguiling. He will not feel pleasure, he will only feel pain, and ruin.