Friday evening roll call is finally over, and the dormitory is vibrating with that specific, desperate energy that only comes right before the weekend selection process. We’re all lined up by the windows, asses pressed against the glass, showing off the goods to the senior staff driving in. I’ve spent the last three hours preparing my holes—douche, enema, stretching my ass with the large plug until it gapes perfectly on command. My roommate, Unit 220, is terrified she’s not loose enough to take the Dean’s fist tonight, but I’m just dripping with anticipation. I want to be chosen. I want to feel the weight of a stranger’s body pinning me down, using me like a piece of meat until I’m raw and overflowing. The competition is stiff, but I know I’m the wettest, most pliable fucktoy in this building. Pick me, use me, ruin me. #WeekendMeat #ReadyForRuin #HoleInspection