I set Ken down on the top of the tall dining room table. It was so high up that there was no way he could make it off without killing himself. Then I went out to hunt down Jeff. Once outside, I yelled, "Hey, Jeff - you out here?" I heard a muffled reply from the outhouse. This is going to be awesome - these guys are both sexy as hell. I like punishing punks. They are always so cocky and full of themselves. Although, I admit that these two weren't nearly as bad as some of the guys I've knocked down to size, But they were pretty distant and just ignored me.
I opened up the shitter door to Jeff's surprise. I guffawed at the sight of the big guy straining to shit. The vein on his forehead was pushed out. He said to me, "Man, what the fuck. I'm trying to take a dump out here." He was pointing at me to shut the door and telling me to leave him alone. I snagged his arm and he started quickly deflating in size - ha! Jeff's clothes fell off of him into a pile on the filthy floor. "You've got a nice little body buddy. You kind of remind me of when I was younger."
Jeff must not have realized the predicament that he was in. He started demanding that I let him go free. He called me a fag and told me to eat shit and die.
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