Bring me your balls; my boots need testing.

In the second part of my prison roleplay scene, I order in the next inmate to suffer beneath my heavy leather boots. Willingly he crawls to me, sure in himself that he can withstand to tirade of cruelty that is about to be inflicted upon him.

He is afforded no mercy as I kick and stomp on his balls relentlessly, ordering him into different positions to satisfy my requirements. Manipulating and ruining his precious flesh under the harsh soles of my boots, I take pleasure in watching his eyes roll back in his head when the pain bec...

Bring me your balls; my boots need testing.

In the second part of my prison roleplay scene, I order in the next inmate to suffer beneath my heavy leather boots. Willingly he crawls to me, sure in himself that he can withstand to tirade of cruelty that is about to be inflicted upon him.

He is afforded no mercy as I kick and stomp on his balls relentlessly, ordering him into different positions to satisfy my requirements. Manipulating and ruining his precious flesh under the harsh soles of my boots, I take pleasure in watching his eyes roll back in his head when the pain becomes unbearable.

See how the first prisoner stood up to the test of my boots in this barbaric scene.