"It seems to me you juniors don't know your place around here," Puck says.
You lean your head forward, only to have it pushed back against the wall of the porta-potty by Puck's foot.
"You little wimps are supposed to worship the ground we walk on, especially when it comes to me. Even if you're in the middle of a piss or a shit, you stop to let me do my business before you can finish. Got that?"
Your face is still being squashed by Puck's foot, but you try your best to nod.
"Now then, it's time to make sure this lesson never leaves that p brain of yours."
Puck drops his pants, turns around and squashes your face with his ass again. He does this over and over again.
SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!
"You like that, bitch?" Puck asks.
You groan at the pain in your head, face, and the stench inside your nose.
"Ha! Take a good look at my ass bitch. Pretty, isn't it? It's a hell of a lot better than your stupid face, that's for sure."
You know it's not true, and accidentally say "Girls love me."
Instead of smashing against your face harder, Puck just chuckles. "They won't after this, little man."
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRT!!!
Your face is completely wet with Puck's salty sweat and ass gas. he pulls his ass further away from your face, and his juicy buns are covered in sweat, which he then gladly wipes all over your already wet and stinky face.
Puck then leaves you lying in the porta potty and heads for the door, only to find Sam Evans waiting on the other side.
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