You struggle to your hands and knees. Zac's sweat is smeared across your face from the damp inside of his sports shoe, and the sickly sweet smell follows you as you climb to your feet and peer over the edge of the shoe to see Zac's bare feet standing alongside Jesse's brown and black Vans sneakers. "So I brought Jay over, dude. I don't think he's gonna last much longer and I figured we may aswell get some fun out of him while we can." "Sweet." Zac replies. Jesse's sneakers spread a little as he bends down, and his hand comes into view, placing a tiny naked man just about your size on the ground. Your heart sinks when you see the beaten-down looking man, who looks like his pride has been crushed a thousand times. And you jolt in shock when Jesse's giant sneaker comes flying at the cowering slave, sending him airborne about two real-sized feet across the room, where he lands on the front of Zac's naked, tan foot. The man doesn't try to move, only lies there nursing his sore gut. Jesse giggles, "Haha, your turn!" and Zac gives the poor man a swift kick, sending him flying back to Jesse, who pointedly holds him for a moment under his sneaker, like a soccerball, before delivering another swift blow. Zac rolls Jay around under his bare foot, the man's limbs tangling and flopping against the ground, then 'BOOM', boots him again. Jay's arms and legs flail limply in the air as he flies to and fro. The injured 30-something man knows he's no match for these two titanic, power-tripping teens, and doesn't even try to put up a fight. He just lets them have their fun, and they laugh heartily as they beat what's left of the man's pride out of him with their huge, powerful feet.
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