Doomtrooper | Brute - Big Boy Games

Mickey vision had tunneled down to pin pricks as he gasped for air.  The left side of his torso felt as if it was on fire.  He knew this feeling, at least a couple ribs were broken.  As seconds passed and his vision began to return he realized he was curled up on the floor. "Guys like you somehow always get this reputation for being such bad guys, tough guys and in real life you're such pussies." Brute said above him.  Mickey wasn't looking up, he was looking at the massive mans feet and legs. "Good news is I know how to deal with little bitches like you." Mickey eyes grew wide as he heard the sounds of fabric sliding over skin and saw the shorts the man had been wearing hit the floor.  

Mickey's heart started hammering in his chest, and he started to push himself away when Brutes massive hand snatched him off the floor and held him up. Mickey blurted out the name just as Brutes hand started closing around his neck.  Mickey repeated in the hopes that it would buy him some time.  It did, about 10 seconds worth. Brute smirked and said, "Yeah, we thought it would be him. Me and my buds will find his latest hidey hole and pay him a visit."

Brutes right hand squeezed harder around Mickey's neck and his left hand started pulling and ripping Mickey's shorts off.  Mickey grunted in protest since Brute's massive hands around his neck wouldn't let him talk.  Brute eyes focused on him and this face split into a hard grin, "What's you thought telling me who you sold it to would get you off the hook." He chuckled deeply. "Nah my friend, that was only the start of the games you and I are going to play. You crossed the wrong fucking line and now you get the privilege of having me dish out your punishment." Brute finished as he pulled Mickey shorts down his legs.