Middle Name: Trouble.

Milo Jenkins Preston Military Academy Cadet 19. Pisces. Problem Child. Court-Ordered to attend military school. Yeah, this isn't gonna go well...

[troublemakermilo]

A Little Drink...

It wasn’t easy, but Milo spent his life doing things he had no business doing. And after a few whispers, and some greased palms, and one blowjob for a lucky cleaning staff member... A bottle of Jack Daniels had made it to his hands. He sat in the chapel, a couple hours after Lights Out, taking a couple slow pulls of the harsh liquor. He found a fiendish delight in breaking the rules with booze, and drinking it inside “God’s House,” at Preston. Almost like adding insult to injury in his protests against his forced attendance. 

“Here’s to Preston Fucking Academy” he called out, perhaps a little too loud. “Lick my tight pink hole, fuckers,” he added, and took another swig.

[justinbieberedits]

[troublemakermilo]

Little Milo Jenkins Bruised and abused, but never beaten.

[troublemakermilo]

jasonlittle​:

Jason was no prude, but Milo’s language was very uncalled for and rude. They barely knew one another and yet, the cadet felt he could just speak to his mentor like that. Very offense to him.

“I don’t make the rules, you know—” Jason sighs. At the very least, Milo was obviously no physical threat to him, and the younger man’s attempt to lash out physically was met with incredible resistance from his massive body. “C’mon, mate, you don’t have to make this so hard on yourself…”

Milo hopped up to his feet and gave Little a contemptuous stare. “And what are you gonna do about it, Warden Cocksucker?” He threw his hands out gesturing to the grounds. “You gonna arrest me? Throw me in jail? Oh been there, done that, Blondie,” he snarled. Then he cocked an eyebrow, and leered at his mentor. “Or maybe you’re just gonna stand there and stare at my dick? You like naked boys, big guy?” He grabbed his dick again and swung it around, almost helicopter-style. “Woo hoo, I’m a Preston boob, I’m here to peep on all the naked twink cadets, woooooo!” he shouted, and began dancing around Little, mocking him.

[troublemakermilo]

[TXT] dude... seriously tho. just get me outta here. 

[TXT] $100 and you can do whatever you want with this twink ass

[TXT] just come pick me up and get me the hell outta this military nuthouse.

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jasonlittle​:

First few weeks of a new term usually proved difficult, especially if the cadets were a bit rowdy and looking to lash out at their new surroundings. Jason understood it. So many of these young men didn’t exactly choose to be there, and Jason was sympathetic to it. 

However…

Some cadets were easier to get along with than others. Declan was respectful and polite. And then there was Milo.

Jason spent the better part of an hour looking for Milo until finally seeing him at a makeshift bonfire, of sorts, setting fire to things. “Milo, what are you doing…?” he says, rushing up the the cadet. “This is breaking at least three rules I can think of…”

Milo glared at the tall, muscular blond. His “mentor”, Mr. Little. Like he cared. Mentor might as well have just been another word for prison guard, and he couldn’t have cared less. “What do you think I’m doing, dick?” he said, waving his own equipment at the guy, with a sneer. “Showing you Preston Pricks just what I think of your shit school, and your conformist bullshit clothes!” 

He flipped the man off, and then turned back to the walls of the school, and the dorm windows, shouting. “You can all suck on my fat one, you sheep! This ain’t a school, its a fuckin’ prison!” He jumped and hollered his protests, laughing at his own ridiculous insults, and bouncing about, until he bounced himself backwards into his mentor, and then twisted, surprised, and ended up falling onto his ass on the grass beneath him. “Man, get the fuck outta my way,” he snarled, as he tried to almost crab-walk away from Little.

[troublemakermilo]

Heated

Milo looked down at the pile of clothes and kindling on the ground, as the small flame he’d just started began to pick up strength. He could feel the fire against his bare skin. He’d muddled his way through his first day of classes in the uniform Preston’s management had informed him would be required for him, but he’d done it only in preparation of the stunt he planned for after classes were finished. Then he’d come out to the back lawn, by the dorm windows, so that all the prissy cadets could see him as they filled their rooms after their own classes. He’d grabbed some newspaper along the way, and snagged a bunch of dry fallen leaves, poetic in their matching flame oranges and reds. Then he’d stripped naked, and set the pile a-blaze, and snickered a heartless sound. 

As the fire grew, he looked up at the door windows, and shouted. “Fuck all of you shitty, useless pricks! Fuck all of you, and fuck Preston!” With one hand, he flipped the building the bird, with the other, he took ahold of his cock, almost half hard in his excitement, and started pissing on the small fire before him. It wasn’t enough to put the fire out, but it was enough to make his naked, angry protest even more poignant. “This’ll teach these fuckers who the fuck I am,” he growled, and swung his cock about, leaking piss all over the ground around him.

@jasonlittle

[troublemakermilo]

Not here to be your toy.