Ruin

 
Hugo chuckled as he took a quick selfie in the sports car his dad had brought him. After the gym session this morning he looked massive, his pecs were glistening and his muscle tee barely covered his bulging body. He was definitely going to be getting his dick wet tonight, his fingers already swiping and sending off messages to a gaggle of girls he had been snapping. Stepping out of his car the 6’3 hunk tossed his gym bag effortless over his shoulder and walked to his front door, his phone already buzzing with responses. Opening the door Hugo kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag and threw his keys down. He was just about to pull down his sweats as well when he noticed a mysterious older man waiting for him in his recliner. Hugo instantly went into fight or flight mode, the pumped up gymbro still full of adrenaline and testosterone from his workout went straight into fight mode. Hugo lunged at the older man and intended to grab him by the collar of his white shirt but before he could even take more than a step. The older man spoke one word ‘Stop’ and Hugo’s body listened. For a split second Hugo thought he saw something like green smoke as the man stood up but as quick as he saw it, it was gone. Hugo tried to move, he tried to speak but his body refused to listen, instead he remained frozen looking at the man in the chair.

24/7

 Late morning… 11.00am


I’m pulled from the darkness and my whole body is thrown haphazardly, my world spins and stops as with a light slap I fall onto a bed, a bed I have seen thousands of times. As I try to focus, my sight finally finds my cruel, unforgiving but ultimately unaware master. He is stretching and I witness his muscular form glistening in the morning sun, many would have wished to be around such a perfect man… just like I did. Watching the adonis with his heavy pecs, bulging biceps, thick thighs and beautiful bubble butt unknowingly pose and give a private show of his perfect body. Unfortunately I now know his body far more intimately than any other and I wish I didn’t.

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Complaint

 

Ethan was young, arrogant, jacked and a popular social media star. The attention he got from men wanting to be him and the attention he got from women who wanted to sleep with him was something he thrived off and only motivated him further to be the hot, muscular asshole everyone fantasised about. Surpassing nearly 3 millions followers with constant messages of compliments and adoring fans made his ego grow to monstrous proportions. Ethan thought he was the shit, the best looking, the smartest, the fittest and sexist man on the planet. So when he started to receive hate, people criticising his attitude and how he treated his fans and friends, Ethan’s ego wouldn’t allow it. He was a god to be worshipped not to be critiqued or mocked, Ethan fully believed he was a celebrity now and as such he should be treated accordingly. Ethan surrounded himself with people that only supported him and inflated his ego further, blocking anyone else and dismissing them as a hater. However, it still meant he was bombarded with messages in chat and on his posts calling him names or a phony. People started saying he was on steroids because of his killer abs, they said he was stuffing his pants because of his fat 8 incher he had, they even suggested he’d had work done because he looked so hot. Ethan found himself getting angrier and bitter, he would livestream but quickly become frustrated and insult the people following him, calling them losers and pathetic. Sure there were still those that praised him and sent him money and gifts. They were his true fans, the only ones he cared about, the ones that were helping to create the monster that Ethan was becoming.


Ethan’s online persona soon started to bleed into his real life, he started being a jerk to service workers and staff after all he was the one with the following. Soon Ethan felt like he could be an asshole to everyone, after all he never lost followers or sponsors in fact they seemed to enjoy it more when he was his arrogant, narcissistic self so naturally he became a jerk all the time. When he had started to get recognised when he was out partying he loved when people would buy him drinks but hated it when they felt like they could stay and talk to him. When out with friends he would be interrupted by people wanting to take photos or pose for them, or pop his pecs and there was no way he was doing that for free. Ethan became particular about who could approach him; whoever he felt wasn’t good looking enough, rich enough and connected enough was sent away with an insult or mocking comment. Ethan had become a monster and his arrogance had attracted a green trickster demon.