No Fear, No Comfort
Lately all of us House Managers are getting sick and tired of this missing curfew thing. Maybe it’s the day and age we live in? All these young guys grow up not learning punctuality? What, can you just waltz into class 10 minutes late and the teacher says it’s fine? (On the other hand, I’m sure most of these bozos were suspended for just that. Half of them can barely read let alone do basic math.) The derelict in question is just another in a long string of serial tardy-pants. And it was about time to put a stop to it. I wanted this fucker to be screaming so loud and moaning like a bitch that the losers two halfway houses down could hear it. After a good pound down, it’s true: even the other residents, who could only hear what was going on, perk up when you enter the room. Everyone is also just a little more polite than usual to the Managers for at least a day and a half.
Confucius used to say (or at least that’s what it says on the free inspirational posters we get from AA): “if there is no fear, how can there be comfort?” Then again, maybe that was on a Hallmark card. At any rate, I got the drift upon reading it: You gotta make these fuckers afraid of you, that way you can manage the House in comfort. Or rather, if these dolts are afraid of the House Managers, they won’t be so uncomfortable walking and sitting down after their precious assholes get blown to smithereens.
This douchebag: I spit on him, fucked his face with my cock, made him crawl over to me and choked him doing a leg hold, made him finger himself three fingers open while I just say there and laughed, and then I fucked him. And I didn’t just fuck him, I pummeled his little straight boy ass into oblivion. His moans and groans, and little girl screams – they were epic. After I came inside him, I made him lick up the last few drops seeping out from my dick, and then had him lick the whole damn shaft clean of his ass juice.
Now if this isn’t the type of incentive to call your fucking ride share a few minutes earlier next time, I don’t know what is. I swear, sometimes I think these pussy farts are going to drive us all to an early grave.