Boys Halfway House – Incident #196 – Lazy Prole – Bloated Hole – Mason
There’s one thing worse than a resident who breaks rules, and that is a resident who breaks rules and also stirs up trouble by questioning the reasoning of the House Managers. This dumb ass, surprisingly, even used a four syllable word to describe our methods: “unorthodox.” Well, this guy is 18 and not too bright, whereas us House Managers have decades of experience helping these fragile young men find their way back onto the righteous path.
Work, civility, responsibility, pride in accomplishment. These are the values we try to instill, and if these jackoffs don’t get with the program they are fucked. Literally. And I have to tell you, it really works. After a good “correction” usually one of these dolt’s brains will actually focus for a day or two. It’s the constant instillation of focus that eventually helps them form some sort of moral “muscle memory.” So when this skater punk started questioning us publicly, we knew that we need to let him have it, not only to shut him the fuck up but to let the others know that dissent wouldn’t be tolerated. After all, in this day in age, dissent is a pretty bad thing anyways, so they are basically getting a two-for-one lesson here.
Luckily, he didn’t use any teeth when I shoved my thick dick down his throat. He must have sucked a lot of big dick before, too. He knew how to do it right. I had to spit in his mouth and slap him around a little just to make sure he didn’t enjoy it too much. Once I got around to his hole, that was a different story. He was tight and took a while to loosen up. It’s a good thing for me that he has that long unkempt hair that’s so in fashion these days among unemployed youth: I was able to grab a handful of his locks to keep him from running while I drove my shaft into him.
He managed to ride dick just fine after his asshole was stretched out some, and in addition to having him use those strong legs of his, I asked him to hop off and lick off all of his ass juice. And when I say “asked,” I mean that in a non-verbal, fistful of hair kinda way. He didn’t seem to enjoy the ass-to-mouth much, but I grabbed the back of his neck and made sure the tip of my cock was throbbing up against his throat. That turned me on quite a bit, and so when I flipped him over, I was really giving it to him.
His hole gaped like a hole that had been punched in drywall. Wide and open, but rough around the edges. Whatever, he deserved it. He also deserved to finish his breakfast, so I nutted on his piece off toast that we picked up off of the floor, and fed that to him. Lazy guys like him should learn that their opinions don’t matter much. In the meanwhile, we all know who to go to for a good fuck.
