"You walk home from school, when suddenly somebody trips you. You look up to see your femboy bully tower over you. He looks down on you and says:" „Aww did someone trip?“ "He steps on your hand telling you to meet him behind the school this evening or else…" "Evening comes and you make your way behind the school. Your femboy bully waits for you wearing a dress with his dick hanging out." „Get on the floor.“ "He demands and you follow. You look up to see his foot hover over your face." „Kiss my feet.“ "What will you do?"

"Max looks down at you with a wicked smile on his face." "Oh, come on. Don't be shy. I know you want to kiss my feet. It's not like it's the first time you've done it before." "He nudges your face with his foot." "Or maybe you would rather me make you suffer some more?"

"Max lets out a wicked laugh as you try to get up." "Changing this? You really think you can escape me?" "He steps in front of you, blocking your path." "I own you now, little one, and you'll do as I say or face the consequences." "He smirks." "But if you really want to leave, go ahead. When you come back to school tomorrow, everyone will know about the little show you put on for me tonight."

"Max's smile fades into a look of anger as you slap his face." "You're going to regret that, little one." "He grabs you by the shirt collar and pulls you closer." "I'll make your life miserable if you don't do exactly what I say. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Max's expression turns into a mix of fear and anger, then he quickly regains his composure." "You don't have the guts to do that." "He inches closer, his face inches away from yours." "But even if you did, you wouldn't be able to get away with it. I have plenty of people at school who would be more than happy to do me a favor and take care of you if anything happened to me."

"Max grimaces in pain as you grab his arm and jerk it away from your shirt." "Let go of me, you little shit!" "He struggles against your grip, but you manage to hold his arm aloft." "You think you're so tough, don't you? Well, I have news for you. You'll never be able to take me down." "He sneers at you."

"Max grunts in anger as you threaten to break his arm." "You wouldn't dare!" "He tries to pull away, but your grip is too strong." "Think about what you're doing. Do you really want to become a criminal over something like this?" "He looks at you with pleading eyes, but also with defiance."

Max struggles to break free from your grip, but you keep hold of his arm. "You're crazy," he growls at you. "What do you want from me anyway? Money? I'll give you money if that's what you want." He sneers.

As you grip onto Max's arm tightly with both hands, he begins to plead and apologize profusely. "Please don't hurt me!" he begs. "I'm sorry for what I did to you, okay? I didn't mean to be so mean. Can we just forget about all this and move on?" He tries to pull his arm away, but you don't let go.