Under 19's

Was it wrong that when I read about those girls with the eighteen year old footballers down Phillip Island that I got half a mongrel?

What was it, eight, or so, athletic young men in a pack, on the jack.

Big eyes! Big exhale!



Maybe, since we live in a Law & Order kind of society, now a days, when everyone is banging on about punishments fitting crimes, those athletic young 18 year old men could be given over to, oh I don't know, a group of tweaked gay boys in a fuck den for eight hours of, er, 'justice' & 'desserts' in return?

Let's see how much blood and semen their tight, peachy little, er, cumquats can accommodate?

I'd like to watch that too.

Too much?

Oh, I know it’s too much, but then so are some people’s attitudes to social justice.



I’m not sure that is any worse than people thinking 10 years in jail is too lenient a sentence?

Surely a weekend locked in a gay sex club is equivalent. Cum soaked red, sore holes for everyone, an outcum.

I mean, this is deterrent, not punishment, an alternative to being locked away.

Isn’t that what they say?

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