Reward

On today the 29th of February people of the world should be rejoicing for this year they have been rewarded with an extra day. An extra day to make one’s dreams come true, to do something special, to make the world a better place and to be happy. However, as the trickster travelled the globe all he found was those who were unworthy, undeserving and ungrateful. Having built up enough power over the month of lust and love the trickster decided that those who were unappreciative, unthankful and ungracious with the reward and gift they had been given should be punished. Laughing and cackling the trickster unleashed a mighty plume of green smoke that burst forth in all directions as it began to seek out the ungrateful and unworthy, changing their lives forever.

Party

Levi tried not to show his jealousy as his roommates Brett and Chad posed shirtless in front of the mirror while drinking their beers. Both of the muscle hunks had been invited yet again to the fraternity party and yet again there had been no invitation for Levi. While his roommates were certainly taller, more muscular and more fitting of the bro stereotype Levi wasn’t worlds away from that aesthetic, he was slim, toned and wasn’t the most confident but he could hang out and act just dumb and wreckless as any of the other muscle dudes. Yet no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he begged his roommates they would never let him tag along or get an invite for him. What made it even worse was that Levi knew that he would have to hear about it all tomorrow; how the party was amazing, how much they managed to drink, the crazy stuff they got up to and all the girls they had managed to get with. Levi felt humiliated as Brett and Chad left him alone yet again, watching them from the window he saw them meet with another gym bro and head down the street, laughing and joking as they went. As Levi stared after them, he longed to go with them, he desperately wanted in with the fraternity and he was in need of a good party. Filled with jealousy, anger and inadequacy Levi made his wish.

Face

Marcus got out of his car and readjusted his belt while checking his shoes were still clean and polished. Today he had a big meeting to discuss his next undercover operation and he had to make sure his uniform and cop car were immaculate. Marcus was the best undercover cop they had on the force, he had already infiltrated a number of gangs, drug rings and crooked businesses and successfully shut them all down. His colleagues had joked that he was going to single handedly stamp out all the crime in the city and Marcus didn't disagree with them. Marcus loved his job and at only 30 years of age he had already achieved more than most other police officers on the force, however his notoriety at work had also spread throughout the crime world. While on his last job his cover was nearly blown on five different occasions and it took off all his skills to convince and persuade his criminal colleagues that he was one of them. Marcus was still able to bring the criminals to justice but there had been a lot of discussion about how viable he was as an undercover operative now that he was so easily recognised. This was why Marcus was making sure he made a good impression today, he had read the briefing and it concerned one the biggest smuggling operations the city had ever seen. If Marcus was chosen, if he was the one to catch the guys behind it then his career would sky rocket and soon he’d be running his own team. Marcus leant down and looked into his car window checking his reflection, preening his face Marcus paused and stared deep into his own eyes, anxiety slowly crept in and doubt clouded his judgement while green smoke started to form behind him.

Miniature

Eddie sighed and held his aching hand, signing all these pictures of himself was getting tiresome and tedious. Being The Blue Knight had been a once in a lifetime opportunity that no actor would have refused, once you took up the mantle for a few years your career had no limits. However, playing a superhero was hard, not because the character was complex but because the fans could be extreme. Eddie found himself hassled constantly, he had stalkers and creeps everywhere he went and the strange things he was sent in the mail weren't even worth thinking about. His friend Chris had had the same problem with all the media attention and he had often joked about finding away from the press, which he did. It was as if Chris had disappeared off the face of the earth and while Eddie was glad his friend could finally live in peace, Eddie didn't want to give up his superhero identity. Staring at the image of himself, Eddie’s thoughts swirled as green smoke gathered behind him.

New

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Restrain

Jon had been working as a part-time model for around a year now, his lithe, skinny frame coupled with his boyish, cute face meant he was perfect for posing as a sexy skater or edgy rebellious teen. However, while Jon enjoyed the work and was certainly aware of his own dashing good looks, it wasn’t the aesthetic he wanted. Men often referred to him as a pretty boy and guys he was interested in always called him a twink, but Jon had always wanted more than that. Today it was even more apparent, called in for a shoot at a local gym he was supposed to be posing as a rugby player but he looked entirely out of place. All of the other guys were jacked, with huge muscles and strong bodies while he looked more like a mascot than a player. Jon felt extremely uncomfortable when it was his turn to pose basically naked with the ball and that showed in his pictures. Jon found it even more humiliating when he was asked to sit out for a bit while as the photographer called back over the other bulky models, Jon caught the jocks sniggering and laughing like little bitchy girls as they walked past and then started posing with their hard earned muscles. While Jon didn't want his twinky aesthetic, having a cocky jock bod would have been even worse. Jon wanted to be respected, he wanted to command authority and attention but not for being arrogant and overconfident, he wanted a body that showed hard work, determination but not obsession and that’s when he saw the man walk past and the type of body he wanted. Green smoke started to gather as Jon watched the large, intimidating, pudgy yet strong, real rugby player trudge across the changing room.

Chubby

Luke looked over at the photoshoot happening in his gym changing rooms, the beautifully sculpted, muscular hunks were in nothing but skimpy underwear and holding a rugby ball in front of it to give the illusion they were naked. Luke had never seen guys like it, all of them were gorgeous, each one of them had perfect bodies with defined abs, boulder like biceps and plump pecs that Luke could stare at all day. Luke watched for a while admiring the hunks but soon started to feel uncomfortable and inadequate, his body was laughable compared to the muscular guys that were laughing and joking with each other. While not out of shape, he was still unfit, his skinny frame and lithe built meant he would easily be dwarfed by the bulky sportsmen. A little disheartened Luke slinked away to the showers, grabbing a towel from his locker he started stripping from his sweaty gym clothes, the beautiful bodies of the men still fresh in his mind. Luke still couldn't believe how unbelievably attractive the guys were and how fit and toned they looked, Luke sighed as he looked down at his own body it would be a long time before he was even close to looking like those adonis’s. As Luke walked towards a shower cubicle a trail of green smoke followed him, waiting for his desires to slip from his envious lips.

Jock

Joel tried not to show his jealousy as his friend showed him the picture of the gorgeous, cocky muscular jock she was dating. She had just received the image followed by a text telling her to come over with lots of the eggplant emoji and she wasn't waiting around. Joel said his goodbyes and sat on his bed, the picture of the jock still fresh in his memory. His hand slithering into his underwear, Joel started to play with himself as he imagined the big, dumb jock flexing his muscles for him. You see Joel was in a bit of a dry spell, it had been three months since his last good fucking and now everything was turning him on, even dumb arrogant frat bros. Thinking of the hunky, fuck-machine Joel felt his dick and hole tingle, was he really going to get his dildo out again? The poor toy had been used constantly and now it had lost its appeal, nothing could compare to the real thing. Sighing, Joel retreated his hand from his cock and that's when he made his wish.

Love

Gabe felt his blood boil as he saw the picture of his boyfriend Kane, yet again playing with that annoying dog. Gabe hated that dog, the stupid animal smelt bad, chewed up all of his things and worst of all it meant that Kane directed more of time and attention towards the yapping mongerol than him. Gabe had barely seen Kane the last couple of weeks because he was always so busy taking his damn dog out for walks, to the vets or afraid to leave it on its own. However today was going to be different, Gabe had planned out a full day of fun and sensual activities meaning he would have Kane all to himself, while that mangy animal would be left at home. Walking up to Kane’s front door Gabe had gone all out, he had planned a great hike down a scenic route where at the end he would open his bag with a picnic in and share the decadent food and wine he had brought for the occasion. Gabe knew it would be so romantic looking out across the hills, snuggling into each other and spending quality time together, that afterwards he was guaranteed a good fuck as well. Gabe almost bounding up to the door and knocked with a jovial tapping, however his smile quickly faded when Kane opened the door, barely dressed and holding that irritating mutt. Both men looked at each other processing what this meant, while green smoke started forming behind them.

Boss

Morgan tapped his leg impatiently as he waited outside the office door, the company were making cut backs and it could be his job on the line. Morgan froze as he heard the door handle beginning to turn; as the door slid open laughter erupted from inside and from the man exiting the room. Morgan scowled as he watched Devin the office suck up leave the room with a big smile on his face. Morgan looked away quickly trying not to make eye contact, the slimy bastard had started at the exact same time as Morgan and since day one he had been all over the boss like a rash. Morgan couldn’t help but dislike the sneaky, suck up; while others in the office worked hard all Devin did was fawn over the boss and act like his friend. Devin had hoped not to make conversation with the underhanded snake but the cocky asshole couldn’t resist gloating. Sensing the hatred and tension the trickster waited just out of view, watching the situation unfold and readying to strike. 

Underwear

Simon looked down at his crotch with a puzzled look on his face, did this thong look good on him or did it just look weird? Simon was going on a cruise to celebrate graduating university, his friends had told him to dress provocactively as the parties around the pool and the clubs at night were full of scantily clad men. Looking online he hadn’t found anything that took his fancy, it was only when he was scrolling through his social media he saw one of his favourite models promoting this brand of thongs. Simon was enamoured with the picture, the thong wrapped around his bulge nicely and made his ass look extra round and juicy. Without much thought Simon quickly followed the link and used the promotional code to purchase the perfect pink thong but now that he had it and now that he was wearing it, he was more than underwhelmed. Simon quickly found the picture of the model wearing it and compared it to his reflection, how come his bulge looked better, why did it make his butt look bigger? Why was it so tight around his midsection and loose at the bottom? Was this even the same thong? Simon grew despondent as he looked at himself and then back at the picture, while he compared the two, green smoke lingered above him. 

Perfect

Harley giggled as he looked at his latest picture; he looked so cute and adorable with his pale bubble butt in the air, his pouty red lips and powder puff pink hair. Harley loved all the attention he got online and it was clear that people loved him to. Most days he would wake up to find a barrage of complimentary messages, gifts brought from his wish list and bank account bolstered by fans money. Harley loved his fans and he loved reading their comments and messages, however while Harley had thousands of followers and fans he also had haters.  There was always this particular group of people that would post negative and unflattering comments calling him ‘fake’, ‘unnatural’, ‘photoshopped’ and ‘airbrushed’. They would post on all his pictures making these claims and shaming him for promoting unrealistic standards and damaging people own body image as they tried to achieve the unobtainable that he was supposedly posting. Harley’s giggles and smiles soon stopped as he saw these same comments appearing on his latest post, feeling himself getting upset and angry Harley started to pout as green smoke materialised under his bed.

Tight

Matt sniffled as he read the text from his girlfriend telling him she was breaking up with him. For Matt this seem out of the blue, he thought things were going great and couldn’t understand his girlfriend’s motive for ending it all so suddenly. Making a fatal mistake he text back grovelling and pleading her to stay while asking why she wanted to leave and break up such a good thing. Matt’s ex-girlfriend didn’t hold back as she sent her reply, words like neurotic, controlling, boring and conventional all popped up as she tore down Matt’s self-esteem. Matt was about to argue against the harsh criticism but more texts kept buzzing in; traditionalist, unadventurous and tedious were more sharp, painful blows to Matt’s ego and eventually with tears in his eyes he threw his phone down, unable to see the unforgiving words his ex-girlfriend had sent. Matt trudged through his house the texts repeating in his mind, he couldn’t really be all those things could he? Matt then stopped in front of his hallway mirror and looked at his reflection while green smoke gathered behind him. 

Unusual

There was no question about it Hank was a perv, he spent most of his day on social media following cute, slutty twinks  that were half his age and messaging or hassling them about how much he’d want to shoot a load of cum up their perfect assholes. Most days Hank would record himself jerking off to their pictures and then send the videos to the twinks; part of him hoped they’d message back but mostly it was just to show his depraved, sense of appreciation. Hank for the most part, was obsessed with one guy in particular. The twinks name- well his social media name was Teddy and Hank found him stunningly beautiful so much so that not a day went by that Hank didn’t think about him or wank his pathetic two inch cock to his pictures. Teddy had moulded his body into an object of affection and lust, he was well aware that his plump lips, preened face, dyed hair, skinny hairless body and fat, plump ass drove  men wild and took full advantage of it. Men pledged money to him every day and Hank was no different, an old fat slob like him would give anything for even a moment with such a slutty, fat assed twink, so giving away part of his pay check each month didn’t seem like an issue. Hank had never got a single reply or even a thank you from Teddy for the all the money he had pledged, but this just seemed to make Hank hornier and more desperate for the young, perfect man’s approval. Nothing had changed the day the green smoke visited Hank’s apartment, he was sitting in his comfy chair, playing with his little nub of a cock when a new post from Teddy popped up, a post that would change Hank’s life forever.

Farts

George had been athletic ever since he had been able to walk; however unlike most boys he wasn’t interested in a sport or building muscle, his thing was all about endurance and pushing his body to the limits. It had started with running marathons, training and pushing himself until he was able to run miles without his body giving up on him. Soon that wasn’t enough and swimming took over as he swam across lakes and rivers doing anything to get to the very limits of his fitness. Triathlons were next, his body having to train to master all three sports, George was pretty successful at these winning more than a few competitions but still it wasn’t enough, he knew he could push himself further which is what led him to mountain climbing. The strength, determination and the bravery to scale sheer cliff faces, to trek up miles with limited oxygen and the endurance and resilience to deal with all the different weather nature could throw at him truly required everything his body had and George loved it… for a while but soon that became too easy as well. George had just come back from Africa after scaling Kilimanjaro and while he had trained at his hardest for months, when it came to the actual mountain climbing it was almost no challenge at all. It seemed that nothing could challenge him anymore and that’s why the green smoke was lurking nearby.

Enemy

Ryan and Tyler has been rivals for years, at school they both had battled it out for top of class, in lacrosse they had competed for top goal scorer and now slightly more mature they both tried to win the affections of the same hot guys. Most people would have assumed that two people that had similar interests and were both so intelligent, athletic and had the same sexuality would be best of friends or even more, but that wasn’t the case. There constant rivalry had turned into a hatred for one another and no matter where they went the other always seemed to follow. Now they were competing for the same research grant at university, the same promotions in their part time jobs and both were fawning over the hot doctorate student. The poor student had been showered with gifts as both men tried to outdo each other, he was taken out for lunch and dinner most days by Ryan or Tyler and now Tyler has even offered to take him on holiday. Ryan was furious he would not be out done; today was Valentines day and he had booked a Hawaiian cruise for two on the same exact dates as Tyler and was planning on swooping in and stealing the student away. Ryan was pretty happy with his plan as he entered the university labs, he was less happy when he saw Tyler and the student making out.

Bed

It had been a long week for Lucas, work had been more than stressful as he had to deal with firing three of his colleagues and the sexual harassment case he was fighting, on top of that he had two data reports due and a meeting with his boss. Even coming home from work had been a chore his car broke down and so he had been taking the dingy bus all week so he got home a lot later, he burnt dinner 4 times out of 5 and the cherry on top was that his girlfriend was away so there was no way he could release his sexual frustration. However today was his day off, he had no need to get out of bed, he could finally relax and decompress. Maybe he would even play golf in the afternoon if the weather was good, he had heard the forecast that it was meant to be pretty ni-

 

‘Beep Boop’

Lucas groaned as he rolled over and picked up his phone, he swore under his breath when he saw the message from work.

“Emergency at the office. Get in now! Or you’re fired”

Stain

Billy stopped as he picked up another towel off the locker room floor as he caught a glance of his reflection and flexed. Billy smiled as he stared at himself, he really was gorgeous; with his chiselled features, large muscles and stunning good looks, he made many of the gym goer’s swoon. Billy loved his job at the gym, he loved how he got to work out all day, he loved how the people stared at him and he loved working with clients. What Billy didn’t like was cleaning up after his clients, every day he would have to go round the gym picking up their sweaty discarded towels, wipe down the machines and bin their leftover empty water bottles and today was no different. Looking around the locker room Billy spied another discarded towel and walked over to it but as he got closer he stopped as a strange funky smell wafted up his nostrils and caught his attention. Like a bloodhound Billy began to sniff the air and started to follow the smell, as he walked away from the showers and towards the toilets Billy groaned. The bodybuilders at the gym could really leave a sizeable pile if they hadn’t flushed and if not caught soon it could stink out the entire gym. As Billy opened the third cubicle he half expected to see a blocked toilet however he was surprised when he found a sparkling clean one. Still sniffing the air Billy looked around the cramped cubicle before he entered and closed the door and recoiled in disgust.  Billy couldn’t believe what he had found as he felt himself gag at the sight of what was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, stifling a disgusted cough Billy started to become angry. Cleaning up a client’s wet smelly towel was one thing but what he found was in a whole other league of disgusting. As Billy’s rage began to grow as he stared at the revolting sight, green smoke started to gather beyond the cubicle as the trickster readied to strike.

Desperate

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Chair

Clive started to daydream as yet again he was met with another one of the dumb football team giving him excuses about why he hadn’t studied for the exam and why he needed more time on his paper. Every year it was the same thing, the university always recommended these idiotic muscle heads take a subject like sociology while on their sports scholarship and every year they would flunk the course but it didn’t matter because they were good at charging into one another. Clive was fed up of these moronic jocks coming into his office, stinking up the place with their sweaty bulky body’s and silently letting out their gross protein farts while complaining to him that football took up all their time and they couldn’t commit to a simple 6 page essay. He was no longer going to tolerate their nonchalant attitude to academia and his subject or the way they talked to him with a clear lack of respect for his authority. Clive was finally going to put his foot down and who better to start with than the rising star quarter back that was now in front of him.

Crack

Robert sighed as he finished his lunch; he couldn’t stand staying in that office any longer than he had to. It was soul destroying, but if he wanted the top job he had to work his way up. However it had been three years now and he had barely made any progress up the career ladder, while every time he did make some progress it meant a ton of extra work and stress. Robert was working himself to the bone and it didn’t feel like any of it was worth it, the only part of his day he enjoyed was his lunch hour where he would sit on a bench in the park and people watch. Today he happened to be watching a group of builders and labourers renovate the old bandstand that had stood in the park for years and today happened to be the day the trickster was lurking nearby.

Secret

Chris adored acting and when he finally got his big chance to play a new superhero in an upcoming film he jumped at the chance but he had no idea how much his world was about to change. With the release of the film Chris became an overnight sensation, they adored his character and they adored him. At first this was amazing for Chris, he got his dream job, had signed for another ten movies and franchises, was adored by women and men, what’s more he even got an action figure but soon things started to change. While his fan base grew and his popularity soared so did his attention from the media, stalkers and weirdos. He had to change his address to somewhere more private, he had to get security, he gone through at least twenty phone numbers and even members of his family had to be protected. Chris could no longer go out in public without paparazzi swarming him, the flash of the cameras constantly blinding him and following him where ever he went, it was a nightmare. It was after a particularly traumatising night with the press that Chris made his wish, after drinking an entire bottle of scotch and watching one of his own movies his desires slipped free. 

Hairy

Johnny arched his back and presented his cute bubble butt and tight hole to the muscular top he had invited over. 

“Damn kid! I can’t wait to fuck that pretty twink hole of yours” The top smiled as he slapped one of Johnny’s butt cheeks.

Johnny rolled his eyes and there it was again, every single time he dated a guy he made comments like that. Johnny had always been smooth, it wasn’t the result of constant waxing, shaving and bleaching he was just unable to grow body hair. At first Johnny saw this as a blessing; he liked the way his chest, face and ass looked without any stubble or hair on them and so did a lot of guys. This was great for hooking up when he was younger but now he was almost thirty and his smooth hairless body meant he was still attracting the same sort of guys who treated him just like a young, slutty, bimbo twink. Johnny had thought this guy would be different seeing as they had been texting for a few weeks now, but it seems all he had to do was reveal his smooth bubble butt and he was back to be objectified as ‘twink hole’.  

Squash

Brendan rolled his eyes as he listened to his little brother prattle on, he had just picked Todd up from a friend’s house and now he wouldn’t stop talking about all the things that they’d done. Brendan smiled as he tried to hide his boredom as Todd told these long winding stories about the wrestling they had watched and then recreated, how he had done the loudest fart ever and it was the funniest thing and how he’d managed to eat three big tacos for dinner when his friend only ate one. Brendan sighed as his oblivious little bro just kept talking, he thought having a brother would be great but it hadn’t exactly turned out how he had imagined. When he was fourteen he was shocked but excited when his parent’s told him he was going to be a big brother, he would finally have someone to play sports with, to talk about girls with and generally do all the boy stuff you normally do with a brother. The problem was that wasn’t going to be anytime soon, now he was twenty one and Todd was seven and still they both couldn’t connect over the same things, instead Todd was too immature and Brendan just found him irritating.

Sniff

Blake and Mark quickly pulled off their shirts and began passionately kissing each other; the two didn’t have much time before they each had to head out. The two groped at each other and savoured each other’s touch, their schedules had been so busy lately that they hadn’t had sex in weeks but they had the opportunity for a quickie and they weren’t going to pass that up. Blake pushed Mark onto the bed and jumped on top of him, kissing his boyfriend and groping his pecs. Blake then gave each of Mark’s nipples a little twist making him to wince in pain and pull an annoyed expression before going back to making out. Mark then raised his hands to feel Blake’s chest but Blake quickly grabbed and held them behind Mark’s head pinning them down. Mark was now visibly frustrated as his boyfriend's grip on his wrists started to hurt.

Trust

Liam had never met his father but from what his mother had said he was amazing, a decorated war hero, a successful entrepreneur and almost an Olympic athlete. From what Liam had been told his was father heroic, rich and physically fit, all the things that Liam was not but still his absent father acted as inspiration for him. He wanted to live up to the man that had help create him, he often had asked to meet him but his mother always declined saying that they separated because he job made him travel so much she never saw him and now she wouldn’t know where in the world he would be. Liam trusted his mother and believed every word she said, which is sadly how his life ended up being at the mercy of the trickster.

Ass

Alan tapped mindless as he looked through his feed on his social media, normally it was mostly his friends boring crap but something interesting popped up when he was watching one of their stories. It seemed one of his friends had gone out the night before to a gay club, a gay club that had a multitude of erotic dancers all of them gyrating and swaying their hips. Alan felt his dick stir as he watched the muscular men flex their muscles as they moved to the beat, their meaty pecs bouncing and their biceps bulging as they pumped their fists to the baseline. Alan’s hand slipped under his waistband as he began to touch his slowing growing cock, he loved how these men moved and their sculpted bodies were perfection. Things only got better as the story continued onwards as his friend moved closer to a Latin dancer. Alan’s cock was rock hard at the sight of the man, not just because of his good looks, toned chest and arms but because of his juicy fat ass. Alan was mesmerized as the plump butt swayed and jiggled, the tight thong barely holding in such voluptuous cheeks. Alan couldn’t help but stroke his dick as he looked at the beautiful behind, the way it jiggled when the man danced was driving Alan wild so much so that Alan had to keep repeating the same clip to see it move in such a hypnotic way. Alan’s mouth watered as he watched and as his lust began to build so did the green smoke above him.

Gym

Trent and Kirk had been going to the gym together for years now and they had been friends for much longer, both of them enjoyed sculpting their bodies and showing them off for the ladies. Their chiselled abs, their perky pecs and tight asses were enough to make any woman swoon, however the problem for Trent was that he was always in Kirk’s shadow, both metaphorically and physically. Kirk had been blessed with the genetics to put on muscle hard and fast meaning he was bigger, leaner and far more eye catching than the slimmer, shorter Trent. At first this didn’t bother Trent, he did just as well with girls and he couldn’t resent his friend for the genes he was born with, however lately things had started to change. Kirk had become increasingly vain and cocky, his need to show off almost becoming compulsory as even now he stood in front of the smaller Trent and puffed out his chest and flexed. What’s more Kirk not only seemed to love the attention, he demanded it often barging into conversations that Trent was having, flexing more in front of him and more than once sleeping with girls that Trent had been interested in. With Kirk’s new attitude Trent found it was hard not to begrudge his friend as less people even seemed to notice him. Before when they walked into the gym women and guys would stare at both of them, but now as Kirk bowled in and Trent followed behind, no one even glanced over at him. 

Soft

Allen stared out at his yard with a quiet disappointment in his eyes, today he was hosting a family BBQ, lots of men grilling and playing football but not his son. Allen was almost embarrassed to watch as some of his nephews asked if his son wanted to play, while all of them were fit, burly and manly his son was fat, dumpy and nerdy. He didn’t know how it was possible; Allen stood at 6’3, weighed 320 pounds of pure muscle, had played sports throughout his childhood and had a strong, masculine, manual job working in construction but his son had turned out the complete opposite to him. Even with all of the masculine influence growing up, his son grew up to be overweight, timid, dorky and more interested in computers and comics than the gym or sports. Sure his son made good money with his job in IT but it was still humiliating to see his nephews running around, bulging with muscles and tackling each other while his on son sat eating, bulging with fat and not even bothering to move. Watching his slovenly son just made him mad and seeing the rest of the family look at him with pity made him even angrier, Allen couldn’t watch any more as he stormed back inside.