If you p*ss off the prison warden, you can expect to get punished!

I drag my two unruly prisoners to a secluded part of the prison grounds, making them walk barefoot through the harsh undergrowth before reaching our final destination. In the middle of nowhere, no-one will hear their screams out here.

I order them to the ground and immediately I start dishing out exactly what I brought them here for, they have been causing trouble for weeks; it is about time they get what they deserve. Mean physical punishment is the only method that will do.

My skinny prisoners lie on their backs, bare skin pressed against the rough ground, I intend on ensuring they feel the effects of my punishment for weeks. I stomp, kick and jump on their torsos. The dull thudding of my boot making contact with their chest's echos around the prison walls. After warming up my thick rubber boots, I order the prisoners to spread their legs. They know exactly what is coming, and just how much it will hurt. I stomp down hard on their useless b*lls, taking it in turns to squash one set of b*lls then the other. Naturally, they both still remember their manners and thank me. I order prisoner P to his front and kick him all over, I know he will have the most delightful bruises after this!

Standing on their heads, I squash their skulls. My full weight bears down crushing them into the ground. Their throats are squashed beneath my boots and their heads are bounced off rocky ground. I push my filthy boots into their faces and make them l*ck them clean, no punishment is too cruel.

Once thoroughly trampled, I have prisoner S stand and spread his legs. Taking a run up, I br*tally kick my prisoner's pathetic, useless b*lls. Delivering all of the momentum possible, I relentlessly kick his vulnerable testicles until he falls to the ground. I can see it is agony for him, however it is well deserved.

Prisoner P patiently waits for his punishment: he is ordered to the floor before I trample his throat. Keen to ensure he remembers this punishment for the next week, I do not stop until a perfect imprint is marked into his skin.

It is time for the final round of punishment. I lie the prisoners side by side, their faces just inches from each other. I walk over them, taking steps on their b*lls, chest and head. The merciless punishment makes the prisoners moan; their screams getting louder, their p*in tolerance decreasing.

Finally, I place one boot on each of my prisoners, straddling them, all my weight divided between them, squashing them both. Asserting my full dominance and the power I have over them. I have them where I want them. I own them, and they will learn to behave or face the consequences!

THE PRISONERS GET PUNISHED