There’s a large university nearby, and every now and then, a lost young man stumbles onto my farm. This weekend, there were two of them. I call them boys because, while they may have been 18, they were just that—boys.

They arrived as part of some absurd hazing prank, dropped off at the road just outside my property—naked—with the ridiculous instruction to beg the woman on the farm to bring them into her bed. As if that’s how things work here.

One of my worshippers spotted them first and stepped in. By the time my attention was drawn and I came outside, they were kneeling in the pouring rain, shivering, and completely pathetic. I couldn’t help but laugh. I even pointed out that one of them was so unimpressive, I could barely see his cock at all.

They weren’t invited inside my home, of course. But I allowed them to dry off in the barn for the night—nothing more. In the morning, they were driven back to campus and dropped off right in the middle of it, naked, just as they had arrived.

Maybe next time, they’ll think twice before letting their so-called “friends” send them on such a foolish errand.