As Otto stretched his pants out, it squeezed against hi waist, making him extremely uncomfortable. As if running into him wasn't bad enough, this punk had the nerve to strain his waist.
"Why'd you gotta go doing that?!" Lars shouted as he punched at the bulge Otto formed. Otto squirmed at the hit. "Didn't like that one, huh?" He kept punching and punching. Otto squirmed more and more, not only because it hurt, but because it was pressing him deeper and deeper against his butt. Lars stopped punching, and positioned his rear towards the wall. "You're gonna hate this then!" He thrust his hips backwards, smashing his butt against the wall, and against Otto. Again, it hurt, and again, it pushed him deeper and deeper into his butt.
He kept thrusting and thrusting, and Otto kept punching and punching. After one finally thrust, there was a pause. Otto secretly sighed in relief, believing it was over. But it wasn't. Lars took a running stance, than ran forward. He suddenly kicked his legs out from under him, dropping rear first on the pavement. He skidded a bit, which only hurt Otto even more as he skid. Each skid shoved him up against Lars' backside. He got up, took a running stance, and did the same thing as before. He repeated at least 3 more times, bruises forming on Otto. Once more, Lars took a running start and ran. But, unknown to Otto, he was running straight for a wall. Before he collided, he quickly turned his rear towards it, slamming into it with the momentum he gathered before, smashing Otto harder between him and the wall than before.
Otto would've described the situation as being hit in the back by a truck into a garbage bag. It hurt so bad and smelled so horrible! As if to add insult to injury, after that running slam, Lars continued to slam his ass against the wall, over and over and over. Suddenly, he paused his attack.
"Bet you regret shreddin' on me now, eh?" he taunted. He completed his taunt with a smack to his rear, causing it to jiggle around Otto's face, pressed in between his cheeks.
"This is bogus..." Otto said, barely loud enough for Lars to hear. He grinned at his displeasure.
"If you thought that was bad..." Lars filled the pause with a chuckle. "...we aren't even half way done..."
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