Unmasked

CW: Diapers

Mightyman laughed as he smashed into the abandoned warehouse, his nemesis Terroar a giant half human, half lion hybrid was said to be hiding here with a new mysterious weapon. Mightyman wasn’t worried though, he had defeated Terroar thousands of times and actually enjoyed beating the shit out of the furry bastard. Hovering above the ground the super strength hero looked around when suddenly a light, cheap rope net fell on top of him.


“Is this some kind of joke Terroar? A net?” Mightyman laughed at the ridiculous attempt to trap him.


“Nets have always been your weakness, you can never escape when caught in one.” A deep growling voice echoed throughout the warehouse.


Mightyman was about to laugh again, when suddenly he fell from his hovering position to the ground and into some barrels. The net was now impossibly heavy and no matter how much Mightyman tried to fly or use his god like strength nothing happened. He was completely trapped!

 

Song 3

 

Song 2

 

Song 1

 

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. 

Forgotten

 

“Are you staring at me? Wait… can you see me? You can tell that I’m not just a toilet? Oh god I have been waiting for this day! PLEASE you have to help me! I have been here for years, I don’t know how it happened but it is hell on earth! I can taste and smell everything, it's disgusting! I have no idea how I ended up as a toilet in my gym but you have to save me!”

Useless

 

“Are you ready baby!” Aaron slurred as he kicked down his pants and pulled open his shirt to reveal his huge soft cock, his body swaying slightly.


“Fuck yes! God your cock is so big! I can’t wait for you to fuck me!” Carl growled as he pulled Aaron onto the bed for a kiss. The pair were making out for a minute when Carl pulled back. “Have you been drinking babe?” Carl said as he tasted the leftover beer in his mouth and smelt the alcohol on Aaron’s breath.


“Yeah yeah just a one or two after work. It's no big deal” Aaron said, dismissing his boyfriend’s question and definitely lying about how much he had to drink.


“You forgot we were meeting tonight didn’t you?” Carl said, annoyed at his obviously drunk boyfriend’s negligence, Carl had spent the whole evening douching and preparing for tonight and if he hadn’t texted Aaron he probably wouldn’t have even showed up.


“C’mon baby, I’m here now and I’m horny.” Aaron slurred his words again as he sloppily kissed Carl once again. Carl should have pushed Aaron away and told him to get out, this wasn’t the first time he had shown up drunk and it wasn’t the first time he had forgotten plans however, Carl had spent the last few hours prepping to be fucked and it had been a week since he had gotten a good dicking from Aaron. Putting aside his morals Carl continued making out with his boyfriend, he would get fucked now and deal with everything else in the morning. As Aaron squeezed his butt and started to finger his hole, Carl’s mind quickly returned to thoughts sex and he eagerly leant down towards Aaron’s monster cock.