Kenny Pays His Debt to Society - Part 9


by Jason a. andresen <Dpitzer@sonic.net>

"He'll eventually get tired of you, Kenny." This was Wilkes talking to his roommate. It was the after diner rest period. Nothing to do since the evening counseling session had been cancelled -- as it often was. Until now they had not had time to talk privately after Kenny's bathroom performance with Ashton earlier in the afternoon.

"The sooner, the better." Kenny said.

"Oh I don't know. You sure smelled good when you came out of the bathroom." Wilkes smiled.

"_f_u_c_k_ you," Kenny said.

"Yeah, okay. After lights-out soon enough?" Kenny just looked at Wilkes, a big false, mocking smile on his face.

"Man, when he started putting his hands all over me, whispering in my ear and all that _s_h_i_t_, I nearly busted him. 'I can do you favors, Bronson', he says. _s_h_i_t_!" Kenny pounded the side of his bunk.

"Okay, that's his 'thing'." Wilkes said. "He'll see that you get less paddling and stuff if you serve as one of his 'special' boys."

"And what the hell does that mean." Kenny said.

"Ask Striker," Wilkes said. "He's Ashton's favorite play toy right now. Has been since the day he got here, I hear. You haven't been around long enough but you'll see that Striker's number doesn;t get call as often at Punishment Tour. About half as often, I'd say."

"So, what does Striker do? Ashton-style bathroom trips?"

"I'm sure that ...and other stuff."

"Like what?"

"Well, Striker and Ford let him watch in their room. You know, Ashton goes into their room and watches as they do stuff."

"'Stuff'?" Kenny asked.

"Yeah, 'stuff', Bronson. Sucking each other off, licking each other's _c_o_c_k_ and butt hole, _f_u_c_k_ing each other. Stuff. Ashton likes watching them do it. In return they get less _s_h_i_t_ from Ashton. Just watch." Wilkes sounded disgusted. "Of course Ford just goes along for the ride. In fact, he's such a pussy that Ashton really make life miserable for him."

"And he expect me to do that too. I mean, do thing in exchange for special treatment?"

"Pretty much, I guess. I mean, if he was whispering in your ear, talking real friendly and putting his hands all over you and _s_h_i_t_ like that, it's pretty obvious he's...well...you know."

"_s_h_i_t_!" Kenny said.

"Well, if you told him to _f_u_c_k_ himself, he'll loose interest. That's what happened with me. Of course, it put me on his _s_h_i_t_ list."

"Yeah? Well I'm on a different _s_h_i_t_ list of his at the moment. The _s_h_i_t_ list that means I _s_h_i_t_, he watches."

"Thing is, Kenny, he doesn't really do favors for you. A favor to him and Rivers is just less punishment as with a p-a-d-d-l-e. Or less harrassment in your room. Some favors. If you go along, less _s_h_i_t_; if you don't go along, more _s_h_i_t_. Such a deal." Wilkes got up from his bunk.

"What a wonderful place," Kenny said sarcastically.

"Yeah," Wilkes said. He was quiet for a minute. "Hey, Kenny, I hate to bring this up what with you having to do it in front of Ashton and all but right now I'm the one who's got to have a dump. It's sort-of a rule that when one roommate has to dump, the other kind-of looks out the door or somethin'. Lack of privacy is one thing but having a guy sitting on his bunk watching you is another. So....if you don't mind?"

"Oh...yeah, sorry. Sure." Kenny walked to the room door and looked out through the triple pane window into the hallway with his back to Wilkes who was already lowering his pants preparing to sit on the room's exposed toilet. "_s_h_i_t_," Kenny said about a minute later.

"Hey, roomie, that's exactly what I'm doing. Cool it."

"No, that's not what I mean. Ashton and Rivers just walked by and Rivers has got the paddle and switch in his hand."

"Which room did they go in?" Wilkes asked.

"Maybe two rooms down. I'm not sure. Not too far though."

"Does Ashton have a clipboard?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Told you, Kenny. It's a surprise room inspection. Which actually means a body inspection. They won't spend much time 'turning' the room." Wilkes hurridly finished his business on the toilet and was using the toilet paper. "Keep an eye out for them. Man, I just knew this was going to happen. I could smell it comin'. Iknew it, I knew it, I KNEW it."

"What do you mean 'turning' the room?" Kenny asked. Wilkes flushed the toilet and pulled his underwear and trousers up.

"Inspecting it. They turn things like the mattresses over and stuff. Man, I sure timed that dump right, didn't I?"

"Huh?" Kenny said turning around.

"Well, think about it, roomie," Wilkes said now looking out the door window himself. "Would you want Ashton sticking a finger or two --"

"Oh. Okay, okay, okay. I get the picture," Kenny said.

"And especially Rivers' little _d_i_l_d_o_?"

"_d_i_l_d_o_?" Kenny asked surprised. "You didn't mention that. _s_h_i_t_!!"

"Well, you can bet he'll have it ready for you tonight. You're the newbie, remember? Ford always gets it, I hear. 'Cause he loves it so." Wilkes laughed at his joke.

"The same one they will use on me!? No way."

"Hey, Kenny, you act like you got a choice. You don't. Don't worry though, Rivers is very hygenic about it. He'll put a clean, new rubber on the _d_i_l_d_o_. And Ashton uses rubber gloves just like Doc Vecchio. They're both very _f_u_c_k_in' hygenic." Wilkes said sarcastically. He tried to see down the hall as best he could. "I'll keep a look-out, you straighten up the room."

"Yeah, sure," Kenny said, pissed. "How 'bout we both straighten the room." Kenny went to his closet to begin straightening it, hanging the laundry bag on the proper hook.

"Hey!" Wilkes said turning angrily to face Kenny, "I'm senior in the room, you do what I tell you. For example, Bronson, there's no reason to waste time with your dirty laundry bag; they'll dump it on the floor. Straighten the desk." Wilkes went to the desk and helped Kenny arrange their class text books and notebooks. "They're going to find lots of things wrong anyway. We just have to make the obvious stuff look good."

"Yeah, okay."

"Hey, I didn't mean to yell at you just now," Wilkes said. He reached out and held Kenny's shoulder lightly. It was the first time either of them had intentionally touched the other. "I forget you're the newbie somtimes." He slowly withdrew his hand from Kenny's arm. For about a second the two looked at each other intensely. For Kenny, it was the first time anyone had touched him in a friendly way for a long time.

"It's okay, Rob," Kenny said. "I'm tired and I guess a little pissed." Just then the door to their room was unlocked and Ashton and Rivers walked in.


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