Reality Sinking In

We wish that we had "model residents" who could just behave, do their program, be a good example to others, etc... However, most of these very troubled young men think of their stint at the House as just a breather, or mini vacation. After all, they get a nicer place to live than whatever hell hole they came from, and there's always some halfway decent food (because of our group trips to the grocery store). On top of that, they generally aren't around so-called friends who berate and use them all of the time. Yet us House Managers, we like to remind them that they are here to do some hard work: repairing their broken selves. Sure, they still get used, but at least they have a roof over their heads. Their usefulness, though, is purely sexual, and for the gratification of those of us wiser and in authority. This guy knows the drill already, too. He skipped his chores one day and I had him down on the kitchen floor, on his knees, faster than he could offer up a half-hearted apology. I was kinda glad that he is so lazy, because he's a beautiful cock sucker, and his hole is extra special. I bent him over the sink, stuck my dick into him raw, and went to town. Before long he was piggies style on the floor as I admired my cock sliding into his bubble butt. And then, just because he didn't seem tired enough, I had him ride my cock until his legs about gave way. Well, it was a great fuck. I could breed this teen every day. But, I wanted to make sure he knew the meaning of work, so I had him get me off with his mouth. He wanted the whole episode to end, so he tried as hard as he could to make me nut. I sure did! Right into his mouth, and then I made him lick it all up and swallow that jizz. Reality should be setting in. . . right about. . . now.